Page 52 of Alpha Bond
Sierra, what are you doing?
I can’t answer that question. I don’t care, anyway. All I know is that he’s back, and I’m safe, and he feels so damn good against me. He’s broad and strong, and I want to explore every inch of him until I can map out his body with my mind. With a wanton sense of need that’s completely out of character for me, I graze my nails over his shoulders, exploring the lines of his biceps before tracing the muscles of his back.
Good! He feels so incredible!
He groans when I press my hips forward and grind up against him. The line of his cock is hard and throbbing against my belly, and I feel a flood of wetness at the sensation.
I want him. I want him to fill every part of me. To chase away the shadows and let me drown in the sweet harbor that is Jagger Law.
“Jagger,” I choke out, my breath coming in short gasps. His hands have moved to the back of my dress, seeking out the zipper. I want him to strip me as bare as he is, but something niggles at the back of my mind that has me pausing. “Jagger,” I say again. I’m really dizzy now, my head swimming as I try to focus on him.
Why is he so fuzzy?
My cheeks are tingling, and my lips feel numb. The room is spinning wildly. “Jag—”
“Shit.” He freezes, strong hands grasping the top of my arms as my knees start to buckle.
“I can’t—” are the last words I say before I feel my head loll forward and my legs turn to jelly…and then the room fades to black.
Chapter 21
Sierra
“What the hell did you do to her, you big fool?” The doctor’s voice is strident as the world comes into focus again.
“I told you, goddammit, I didn’t do a thing! We were just… She just… She was breathless, and then she crumpled.”
“Well, that kind of thing doesn’t happen without good reason.”
I blink rapidly as a thumb raises my eyelid, and a bright light flashes into my eye.
“I think we’ve already worked out that there’s a reason. She’s been sick since she got here. Maybe the stress of worrying when I left added to it and pushed her over the edge.” Jagger’s voice is a mixture of frustration and annoyance. Is it because I didn’t give him what he wanted?
What am I thinking? I wanted it, too. I groan as a flood of memories rushes back. I try to push myself up.
“Slowly, honey,” Doctor Bea croons. “I don’t want you to move until I’ve figured out what we’re dealing with here.”
“Fine. I’m fine.” The words come out as a croak. My mouth is dry, my tongue chalky.
“You’re not fucking fine, Sierra. Dammit, you are the most stubborn woman I’ve ever met!” Jagger is running a hand over his hair when I peer up at him. Still bare-chested, but he’s put on a pair of sweatpants at some point.
Pity.
I start to giggle.
What the hell?
“I think you need something to settle you.” Doctor Bea straightens. “Your temperature’s through the roof, and your pupils are dilated.” She scowls at Jagger. “What the hell were you thinking?”
“I wasn’t,” he mutters, looking over at me. My cheeks flush again, but for a different reason this time. If I hadn’t blacked out when I did, who knows where things would have ended up?
And that’s not like me at all. I’d wanted him with such an intensity that I didn’t even think about the consequences. I flinch when my teeth sink into my lip as despair rises. It’s that tracker thing I took from my neck. It’s still affecting me. I’d hoped it would work out of my system. Thought by now that my body would have been able to fight it off. It hasn’t. Even without being near that fucking pig, I’m still at the mercy of Rack. I want to weep.
“Honey, I don’t like the look of you. I need to do a thorough examination. I’m going to unzip your dress, okay?”
“No!” I blurt, trying to sit again.
She sets a hand on my shoulder, then swivels her head in the direction of the glowering man at the head of the examination bed. “Out of here. We need privacy.”