Page 56 of Shattered Trinket
“I know, but we just need to confirm my suspicions and find out what we might need to do to make you more comfortable.”
A sudden tug of sharp pain shoots through my lower belly, leaving me breathless and gasping for air. My grip on the bat tightens as a cry escapes my lips and a shiver runs through my entire body. I’ve never experienced anything quite like this—the searing pain in my abdomen and the fever raging through my body—unlike any sickness I’ve encountered before.
“What’s wrong with me?” I sob as tears stream down my cheeks when the cramp subsides, and Mama shushes me as she lays a cool wet cloth across my flushed face.
“We’re about to go find out. Can you walk, or should I ask Damien to help carry you down to the car?”
The mere thought of someone other thanmyalphas touching me in my current state makes me recoil instantly, and her knowing sigh adds to my confusion. With her continued gentle prodding, she eventually gets me to sit up, though it takes some effort. After helping me change, she gently leads me out of my room, keeping close to me. When it becomes clear that I won’t be able to walk down the stairs alone, she offers her support, wrapping her arm around my middle and guiding me. Each step becomes a deliberate and cautious effort as she guides me out of my room and down the stairs, halting whenever a sharp cramp strikes, leaving me struggling to catch my breath. Throughout our entire journey through the house and out to her car, not one of the dads is seen, which I find odd, but don’t comment on when another cramp takes hold of me the second I’m in the passenger seat.
I fall in and out of consciousness the entire trip to the hospital, everything hazy and distant, like a dream. My bleary-eyed gaze falls upon the hospital outside my window when the car comes to a stop, bringing Micah to the forefront of my thoughts.Instantly, a fog takes over my mind and all I can think about is going to find him as I’m led inside, the air-conditioned space immediately cooling my clammy skin.
Once Mama settles me down in a chair and walks over to the lady behind the desk, my restless feet can’t stay still. Without warning, I’m up and running, propelled by a singular mission and ignoring the sounds of Mama’s voice worriedly calling my name. The overwhelming sense of urgency inside of me, compelling me to find Micah, makes it to where I can’t think ofanything else. As I trudge down the many hallways, I can feel the weight of people’s eyes on me, making me uneasy. But as soon as his scent hits my nostrils, my focus narrows. Before I know it, I’m standing right outside his office door and without a thought, my hand reaches out and turns the knob without knocking.
The shock on his face is clear as the door swings open and he takes in my disheveled appearance, but my attention quickly fixates on the woman seated opposite him. Even as I recognize the absurdity of it, a wave of jealousy washes over me, adding to the chaos in my mind. I surprise even myself when a territorial growl escapes me when mine and the woman’s eyes lock. In an instant, her eyes widen in surprise, then a spark of understanding ignites in her expression, and even though I continue to growl, she responds with a gentle smile.
“Cozette! Is everything oka-,” he’s cut off by the woman quickly, but her eyes never leave mine as she stands swiftly, although cautiously.
“I think it’s best that I be leaving, Doctor. Our session was just about over, anyway. I’ll see you in two weeks,” she says to him, still looking at me, and when I growl again at her words, her brows raise as a chuckle escapes her.
“Uh, sure, Dream. Remember what we talked about today and call me if you need anything,” Micah responds to the woman without looking at her.
His voice has a magnetic quality that effortlessly grabs my attention, its soothing effect reaching the depths of my muddled mind. He remains motionless in his seat, but his unwavering gaze follows me intensely. His eyes are wide and fixated on me and I completely ignore the woman as she leaves, moving closer to the stunned man I’ve slowly grown feelings for over these last several months, even though I shouldn’t have.
When I’m directly in front of him, everything inside of me urges me to wrap myself around him. His familiar baby powderscent surrounds me, and I watch as his pupils dilate, completely eclipsing the honey brown of his irises. My chest rises and falls rapidly, my breathing erratic the more of him I breathe in.
“M-Micah,” I stammer out, reaching for him as my eyes struggle to focus because of the fire raging beneath my skin trying to consume me.
“Mis Dioses,” he whispers, lips parting as he takes me in and sucks in a breath.
Another cramp seizes my middle, causing me to wobble, but Micah quickly catches me, his touch like a soothing balm to my overheated skin. I sigh in relief as I lean into his hold, and I can’t stop myself from curling up in his lap when he relaxes back in his chair. He groans when I shift in his lap, and a barely audible gasp escapes me when I feel the hard length of him pressing against my backside. I find myself wiggling again before his hands clamp down on my hips, halting my movements. I’m sent right back into a perfuming tailspin with the knowledge that maybe he wants me as much as I want him, and the longer his hands are on me, the more I crave him like I crave Jeremiah.
I’m hurting and confused, completely unsure of what’s happening with me right now. Everything around me is too loud, too bright. The textures of mine and Micah’s clothes are grating on my oversensitive flesh, and despite the fever trying to boil me from the inside out, I can’t stop shivering. But most confusing of all is how…slickI am between my legs!
The more I breathe in Micah’s scent, the worse it gets. With every passing moment in his arms, the space between my leg’s throbs, my body yearning for the alpha holding me to make it better. His heartbeat reverberates in my ear, the pulsating rhythm echoing through my body, intensifying the ache between my legs, and everything inside begs for me to find relief.
Against Micah’s leg!
Groaning, I instinctively press my face against his chest, wanting to hide at the thought. But as soon as I take a breath, his scent hits me like a wave, making me immediately regret my decision as every rational thought flees my mind.
Suddenly, I sit up in Micah’s lap and swiftly turn to face him, my heart racing as I straddle his leg as best I can in this chair. His eyes widen, and without hesitation, I shove my face against his neck as if guided by some unseen force. My body moves on autopilot, my fingers locking onto his shoulders. As my lips meet his neck, I can feel his pulse quickening beneath them, and he makes a sound in the back of his throat when I press my body against his. His thigh presses perfectly against my throbbing center, muscles tensing when I slowly rub against him. I trail kisses down his throat, feeling him swallow when I whimper at the pleasure that zings through me as my hips move in a mindless dance.
“You smell so good,” I groan without a thought, my tongue darting out to lick up the column of his throat.
When I moan softly against his throat, I feel his breath grow shallow, but my moan quickly turns into a whine when his hands grip my hips, firmly holding me in place and stopping my movements. My eyes well up with tears of frustration, my fingers tightening their grip on his shoulders, and my breaths escape me in rapid, panting bursts. The ache is back immediately, and all I can think about is making it stop when yet another wracking cramp takes hold of my belly, leaving me to curl in on myself.
“Cozy,” he murmurs shakily, his body completely rigid.
“P-please. Please, Micah. Need you. Make it stop,” I cry against his throat, and his hands tighten.
I don’t even know what I’m asking for at this point. I just know he can make me feel better.
“Cozy, y-you—”
His voice, strained and choked, fills my ears, but before he can finish speaking, the door violently swings open. With Micah’s muscles tensing beneath me, a whimper escapes my lips as he suddenly shifts, his thigh rubbing against my oversensitive center. A moment later, Mama’s voice reaches my ears, and instead of feeling relieved, I’m filled with disappointment.
“Cozy! Oh, my goodness. baby, you can’t run off like that in your current state. Oh!”
As I cautiously peek out from under my lashes, I find her standing just a few feet away from the back of Micah’s chair, her wide-eyed surprise making me instinctively curl more into him.