Page 9 of Consumed By Fire

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Page 9 of Consumed By Fire

The blasted male takes a step back but doesn’t leave the cubicle. His jeans are soaked through. His hair is wet and dripping. His eyes are an eerie golden color and seem to look right through me.

I squirt some of the gel into my hand. I’m tempted to laugh because it smells of coconut and tropical fruits, which seems at odds with the man in front of me. I would have thought that he preferred the scent of blood and gunpowder. Not this. Then I start washing. It feels good to be under the warm stream. My muscles start to relax. Some of the tension leaves me.

Octane watches me with keen interest. It’s probably just my imagination, but his eyes seem to heat as I start to lather soap over myself. On my arms, my legs, my chest…

I see him swallow thickly, and then he looks away, his jaw tightening. “I’ll leave you to finish cleaning up. There is a fresh toothbrush next to the basin.” Octane steps out of the shower stall, leaving me shivering under the warm water. If I didn’t know better, I would say that he was affected by me.

I shake my head, dislodging the thought, because it’s insane. That male hates me. I quickly finish up, rinsing off. It’s absurd that he would be attracted to me. I’m carrying another man’s child, and for all intents and purposes, he thinks I’m mated.

One thing is for sure: if he thinks I’m going to open my legs to him, he’s going to be very disappointed indeed. It will never happen. I would sooner die than sleep with the enemy.

Bastard!

Then I switch off the water and step out, wrapping a soft, clean-smelling towel around myself. I use another towel to dry my hair off. It smells of him, musky and woodsy. Masculine with hints of smoke. He is a dragon shifter, and so it is normal. It’s quite pleasant, which freaks me out. I shouldn’t like anything about that asshole. I toss the towel into a nearby laundry basket as soon as I am done with it.

My mind is racing. I keep going back to the same thought over and over.

No one is coming for me. Octane spoke of a mate yesterday, but I don’t have a mate. The father of my baby is dead. It’s just me…just us. I touch my belly softly through the fabric of the towel.

No one even knows where I am. That I am on Draig. That I am being held captive. I will have to escape on my own steam.

If I returned to Mistveil right now, no one would be the wiser, but if I remain missing for any significant length of time, questions will be asked. I’m not supposed to even be here. I should never have come.

I messed up. Why was it so important that I figured out where they were going? It was so stupid.

It doesn’t matter. I need to get away. I need to bide my time and escape. It needs to happen long before my precious baby is born. I will never let Octane take my child to raise as his own. It’s clear that he has a chip on his shoulder. That he is plagued by demons. He would be the worst person to raise a child. Let alone my precious baby. I love him or her, and I’m already fiercely protective of them. I have been since I first found out that I was pregnant. Falling pregnant was a mistake, but my baby isn’t. My child is the most precious thing to me. Octane can go and get screwed.

I sigh as I brush my teeth. Then I walk into the bedroom. Octane is dressed in fresh jeans and nothing else. His hair is still wet. He’s formidable. So incredibly tall and strong. I hate to admit it, but he’s attractive, exuding all kinds of power. He’s the kind of male I would normally be attracted to. Only, he isn’t one of my kind. He’s the enemy. His goal is to hurt my people, whereas mine is to protect them. We are opposites in every way.

He hands me a T-shirt that is miles too big. Another one of his garments. I take it, dropping the towel to the ground. I note how he turns away. I think he might be affected by my nudity, which is ludicrous since we’re shifters and, moreover, since I am pregnant with another male’s child. My body is swelling with life. I look down. My breasts are much heavier. Even my nipples are bigger and darker. Shifters are possessive and territorial. They protect what is theirs and are repelled when something or someone belongs to someone else. Only, I don’t belong to anyone. But Octane doesn’t know that. He must never find out, either.

I quickly pull the shirt over my head. I’ve been standing here for too long already.

Octane gives a small sigh and walks over to a nearby table, sliding a plate of food my way. “Eat while it’s still warm. I gave you ribs and the steak.”

“Be careful,” I tell him. “Someone might think you actually care,” I joke, not meaning it.

He smiles. It doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “I can’t get answers from a corpse. I won’t get to keep your baby if you lose it. Eat, female!”

I want to argue with him. I want to shout and scream. I want to run. To escape, but I know it won’t happen if I don’t have any strength.

I feel a soft thump inside me. My baby. I put a hand on my belly and pull in a deep breath. Then I sit, and I eat everything on my plate.

5

Trinity

Two days later…

My shirt is riding up. His hand is splayed on my belly. My back is to his front. Octane has a leg slung over me. His erection is digging into my back.

I try to pry myself out of his grip, but he holds on tighter. I plant an elbow in his midriff, but it’s like hitting stone.

Octane groans softly, gripping me tighter and rubbing his cock against my ass as he rocks his pelvis. He groans again, deeper this time, his hand moving down my belly on its way to… I grab his fingers and elbow him again…harder this time.

His whole body tenses, and he sucks in a breath. I know he’s awake.

Good!




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