Alpha Siege (Omega Mates #1) - Pearl Tate Page 0,38

one to admit I have commitment issues. My shrinks have said that stems back to losing my family in one fell swoop during the earthquake near Beijing. I don’t remember the event itself, only the aftermath. I’ve been told that it took over a day to dig me out of the rubble.

I’ve tried to channel that loss into productive pursuits like becoming a seismologist. My adoptive parents are wonderful and gave me the best education—and most likely a much better life than I would’ve had with my blood related relatives. But there’s always that little thought in the back of your mind, wondering… what if?

“Eat.” When my eyes finally focus, I’m staring at a slab of muscular stomach muscles. Holy shit, this guy has like a twelve pack. Licking my lips, I automatically take the bowl, the scent of savory flavorings making my mouth water. Taking a small bite with the wooden utensil, I moan as the warm stew hits my tongue.

I watch, amazed as his cock that’s been at half-mast in front of me bounces with interest. “Good. I was worried I’d have to punish you for not eating. You need to get some of it inside you before we succumb.”

Squinting my eyes and trying not to look at his cock, which only makes me hornier, I take a few more bites before setting the bowl down on the floor. Pulling one blanket out of the pile, I toss it across my body, bunching it up and holding it to my lower belly. “I have… cramps.”

It’s getting easier to communicate with him. Even though I occasionally slip into English, focusing on him as I speak seems to help. “Do you have any kind of painkillers?”

Springing onto the bed beside me, he crawls up behind me, tugging me into his warmth. “You need to breathe deep, sucking the air far into your lungs before exhaling.”

I ignore the rest of what he’s saying as a violent stab to my left side takes my breath away. “Oh, fuck!” I wail, wondering if this could be more than just simple cramps.

“Shh now, nice big breaths,” He repeats. “Let me help.” He places his big hand across my stomach, rubbing light circles and with each pass getting closer and closer to my crotch. Personally, I don’t think sex is going to solve this, but leave it to a man to assume it will. I want to just curl up and die for the moment, but he seems determined to harass—I mean, help me.

Sweat breaks out on my body, and I try to ignore him as the feeling deep inside my lower belly sharpens. Breathing helps, and I continuously count one through four in and out, just like a yoga teacher taught me, in an attempt to ignore the pain. If there’s something wrong with me, it doesn’t look like they have doctors just hanging around. Kaneer doesn’t seem worried, though. Instead, his attempts at soothing me include massaging my chest and occasionally running his fingers through the wet juices that are seeping slowly from my body.

For a moment, I lose my breath as the pain intensifies to the point where I’m afraid I’ll pass out. Fuck! I groan, squirming in his grasp as everything escalates.

In fact, the longer this goes on, breathing in the scent of him behind me, the more I feel as if I’m burning up, scorching from the inside out. All of a sudden, the heat, both on my skin and deep inside my body, seems to flare into a living entity that explodes outward. I’m horrified as I feel a rush of liquid gush from between my legs.

“Fuck!” I moan and whimper, feeling my lower back relax. I struggle against his hold, wanting to see whether it’s blood that my body just released... or something else. There’s a sweet scent surrounding us now, almost a clean overpowering fragrance and not the coppery smell I’d normally expect.

He growls behind me, holding my body flush with his, and the rumble is deep and feral. I instantly freeze, sobbing a bit in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry! I think I might’ve just got blood on your bed…”

I’m relieved as the pain fades, and the chuckle in my hair is cut off by his strange words. “You’re doing fine. Spread for me.”

His arms holding me on him loosen slightly, and he lets my body slide to the bed between his legs where I use his abs as a pillow. When I attempt to sit up