Page 39 of Consumed By Fire
No!
No way!
What the hell is wrong with me? I should never have done this in the first place. Octane is holding me against my will. He’s my captor. My enemy. He means my people harm. He hates us. He’s made that clear. Ultimately, he is a Draiger. An oppressor of my kind.
He hooks an arm around me, pressing himself to my back as he keeps rocking, making these tiny little noises of satisfaction. He nestles his face into the crook of my neck. Into my hair and inhales.
It feels intimate. It feels…good.
No!
I elbow him. “Off me, Draiger!”
Octane pulls out, and warmth gushes from me. It’s his seed. I instantly feel empty and bereft. Apparently, I’m an idiot.
“Let’s wash up and get going,” I tell him, still breathing heavily.
“Yep…you’re right.” He pulls in a breath. “That was—”
“Save it! I don’t want to know. I don’t care.” I turn, looking into his eyes. I falter for a second but manage to pull myself together. “You should know that I do hate you more. I’m glad we scratched that itch, but it’s over now. Let’s move on, shall we?” I don’t want him getting any crazy ideas. Thinking that I’ve grown soft. That I actually like him or trust him. I don’t!
For a moment, I think I catch something in his eyes. Like maybe he’s a little hurt. Then it’s gone, and he nods. “Yes…let’s do that, Red.”
I instantly feel bad for telling him I hate him.
It isn’t true. I don’t hate Octane. I want to hate him, but I can’t. Despite his gruff exterior and all his bravado, he is a good male. The problem is that I might like him too much. Especially after that, after such great sex with him. My fear is that he is exactly the type of guy I could fall for. I can’t fall for the enemy. I won’t!
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Octane
I want her again.
I want her.
My dick is still at full-mast. It’s worse than before because now I know how she feels wrapped around my cock. I know the noises she makes. I know how tight she gets when she comes.
I know!
I can never unknow. Sex with the Red was supposed to make it better. It was supposed to take away this driving need.
It hasn’t. It was like gasoline to an open flame. What the hell have I done?
Trinity is my enemy. She’s a Red. She belongs on her island with her own kind. What am I doing fucking a pregnant female? Just looking at her curved belly brings instincts up in me that I have no business feeling. Especially since the baby isn’t mine.
It isn’t mine.
She isn’t mine.
In fact, Trinity is the opposite of mine.
I need to remind myself of my past. Of why I’m doing all of this in the first place. Of why I fight so damned hard. Of why I have given up on so much. I should have a mate and children and a life outside of work. I don’t. I live to protect Draig and my people.
We keep walking through the jungle at a fast pace. There is no talking. Not so much as a word.
I keep stealing glances at her. She’s beautiful. I don’t want to admit it, but I can’t help it. She is!
“Stop looking at me like that, Draiger.”