Lance stood still, staring down at the woman lying in bed. Even though the thick blanket covered her up to the chin, he could still see her trembling beneath it. The faint movement made his chest tighten.
Her breathing was shallow and uneven and she looked fragile like glass... Whatever was happening inside her, if it was not controlled then her body might give in and the consequences would remain unknown.
Yet, that wasn’t what troubled him the most right now. He knew a temporary way to handle that problem.
What truly bothered him was how she had managed to evade his question about her blood so thoroughly that he hadn’t even realised until it was too late.
He didn’t know whether she had done it consciously or whether it was some kind of reaction she couldn’t control. But the moment she tried to speak of her blood and begun to shake so violently, it seemed she had known what the consequence would be. The fear in her eyes hadn’t seemed like an act.
Only as he was showering did he recall that the Moonville PAck wolf just now also had something similar when he had started to speak of the master until he had died.
The pattern was too similar to ignore. Was this some kind of a curse from dark magic? He didn’t know for certain, but the thought of it made his blood run cold. Because why then, did she have it? A girl who had grown up amongst the wolves... Whatever this was, he needed to get to know this sooner. Maybe tell Zen to ask the great witch...
Even as he continued to think, a low growl stirred inside him, his wolf protesting restlessly as it said, "Stop standing there, Lance. She’s unwell. She’s freezing, can’t you feel it?"
He clenched his jaw, forcing himself to remain composed even as guilt pricked at him. He could sense her distress and his own wolf’s urging to pull her into his warmth and stop the trembling that shook her so violently. But he couldn’t let emotion cloud judgment.
So, he decided to negotiate with the wolf, telling it what needed to be done. His wolf growled in displeasure and tried to refuse him, but Lance just shrugged and looked at the person in the bed coldly," Fine, you can watch her freezing. I’ll go to the couch."
His wolf growled in his head, but Lance ignored it and instead moved towards the couch, until his wolf gave in," Fine. I will do as you say."
But Lance did not budge. He already knew what the animal was planning. He thought that once Lance had fallen asleep, he would take control and then...
The wolf growled once again and shook its head," Fine fine. I will not take over tonight. Do it."
Having secured his promise, Lance threw off the towel around his waist and slid into the bed under the covers, naked as the day he was born.
The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he slid under the covers, and he tried to move as little as possible so as not to disturb her. However, that did not work because the moment he had covered himself, she seemed ot have rolled into his side.
He froze for a moment and looked down at the top of her head. She was still asleep.
Carefully, almost reluctantly, he slid his arm beneath her head, and then sighed as she snuggled closer to him as if he were her own personal heater.
Her trembling eased little by little, each shiver fading until she started to breathe evenly. He rubbed his cheek against her temple and nodded. Her burning temperature seemed to have come down as well. She was still hot, but not much.
However, she continued to shiver spontaneously and he sighed, before pressing his palm over her back, comforting her from whatever it was that was making her restless.
"Better," his wolf murmured in a much calmer tone.
He didn’t answer, just continued the motion until her breathing steadied completely. And closed his eyes, ready to sleep... only to stiffen next, her softness pressing against him and her scent were not going to be conducive to his sleep..
He closed his eyes and turned his face slightly away, forcing his thoughts elsewhere. He tried counting sheep, numbers, anything that wasn’t the softness pressed against his arm.
But before he reached ten, she shifted again.
This time, her leg slipped over his, so that her soft thigh was lying directly on top of his. He groaned and moved his hand to push back her leg. But as his hand came into touch with the soft, warm flesh, his hand seemed to be unwilling to move away.
Instead, he closed his eyes, caressing her soft skin as his hand slid upwards off its own accord...She moaned softly and pressed a soft kiss to the side of his chest... and he stilled.
What was wrong with him? What was he doing...
Closing his eyes, he drew in a slow breath and forced his mind elsewhere. Count sheep. Just count.
But again, the fate seemed to be moving against him, and the Omega seemed intent on torturing him. Couldn’t she just sleep? Why did she have to rub her thigh over his?
Unable to stop himself anymore, he closed his eyes and let his body continue to react to her. In a few minutes, he would go and take another shower. His brothers had succeeded in tiding her through her first heat. He would be able to handle it too...
Even as this ’naive’ thought entered his head, her knee brushed against his erection, making him jolt and groan. He caught her knee, wanting to keep it away from him, but that did not help. Because the moment her knee was away, her hand landed on his lower abdomen, fingers tracing close to the base of his manhood... A little lower and she would be holding it....
Lance groaned.. Tonight was going to be the death of him...