Page 13 of Primal Bonds 1

That meant I was indoors, not outside and on the street.

I felt an arm—strong and powerful—tightening around me, and I froze.

Was I with a client? Had I been fucked up so vigorously that I had fainted again?

I felt my stomach knotting in dread and fear paralyzed me.

Would this one hit me, too? Whip me, bash me, and kick me because I wasn’t strong enough to handle his sexual appetite?

Fuck! I didn’t want to see who he was. I desperately wanted to get out of here.

I eased away from him, slowly as to not wake him up.

Waking clients up in the middle of the night would only irritate them and the result would always have me severely injured from the assaults.

I held my breath as I worked on removing his arm, which was tight around me. I was about to slip out and away when he shifted and wrapped his arm around me again, pulling me closer to him.

Fuck! Now he was resting his face on the top of my head, too, snuggling against my hair.

Shit! What do I do? What do I do?

I finally mustered the courage and shifted my gaze to look at his face. I stared at the man long and hard, and then everything came rushing back to me.

“Adam…” I said the man’s name softly under my breath.

I wasn’t with a client. I was with Adam, my savior.

I finally relaxed, taking a deep breath to calm myself down.

Adam felt so very warm hugging me against him like a body pillow. He smelled nice, too. I shifted my gaze to look at him again, noting the defined line of his aquiline features against the shadow of the night. Tall, straight nose, firm lips, high cheekbones, and strong jawline, Adam was a hunk of a man. I had never seen or met a man like him before.

The officers at the institute were big and muscular, too, but they didn’t give the sort of aura Adam gave that firmly said,‘I’m a man of my own and I don’t give a fuck about who or what you are.’He screamed independence, power, and influence. Something that was a far cry from me—weak and insignificant. A pest. A being everyone stepped on.

I wanted to be like Adam, have the courage, the will, and the strength to help myself and those I care about and to go against those who wanted to hurt me or those I cared about.

I sighed. I wasn’t ever going to be anything like Adam; I knew this.

But why is Adam in bed with me though?

Then it dawned on me and my eyes widened. A lump formed in my throat, and I felt something inside me crushed.

Payment!

Of course, how foolish of me.

Adam was still a man, and I was still a beastkin. No one was going to be kind to me, taking me to their place and treating my injuries without some sort of compensation.

Deep down, I had thought Adam was different though. Then again, he did say he wasn’t the charitable type and told me to not assume him as one.

It was my naivety, jumping to conclusions that anyone who picked me up from the street and treated me nicely was an angel, even after all that I had been through. I never learned my lessons, did I? Was I thatstupid? Fuck, it hurt when reality came to bite you in the butt.

Speaking of butt, had he taken me yet?

I reached my hands out and touched my body, noting that the pajamas were still on me, despite that the waistband of the pants kept falling because it was too large for me. I wasn’t stripped naked, and my butthole didn’t feel like it had been tampered with.

What should I do? Should I just go back to sleep and pretend like I hadn’t noticed Adam in bed with me? Or should I slip out and run away?

The latter option didn’t sit right with me, and it made me feel like a coward. Adam did help me and he fed me and…