Page 29 of Embracing Sky
“Ah-ah. I like this show.”
“Wealwayswatch this show, and it’s the same shit! Billionaires throwing money around on fancy mansions. It’s unrealisticandscripted,” Sky groused. “Can’t we watch something fun for a change?”
“What’s fun, Sky?” Adam challenged, a glint of humor in his golden eyes. “Scooby-Doo? Wanna solve a mystery?”
I giggled, unable to help myself—then squealed as Sky launched himself at Adam. The two of them tumbled to the floor and wrestled for control of the remote. They twisted and squirmed and kicked, and Sky even had a handful of hair, but Adam had the upper hand.
He began tickling Sky relentlessly until Sky shrieked with laughter. “Oh my god, stop! Not fair!” He laughed, his head thrown back, eyes filled with joy as he fought to grab the remote. “Give… It… Here!”
I watched, enthralled, my heart picking up speed as Adam rolled onto his back and allowed Sky to pin him to the hardwood. Sky hovered above him, breathing hard, staring down into Adam’s eyes. Intent.
My heart beat in my throat. Were they going to kiss? If this were a romance novel, they’d definitely kiss.
Instead, Sky just crowed out his win and grabbed the remote, then smugly changed the channel to Bluey. He got up and plopped back on the couch like a king reclaiming his throne.
Adam looked at the television, at the cartoony blue heelers prancing across the TV screen, and then laughed. “Really?Really, Sky?”
Sky simply shrugged. “Now,thisis educational TV.”
I burst out laughing and leaned into Sky’s side. Adam picked himself up off the floor and dusted dirt off his ass, giving a huff of mock-disgust.
“No dessert for you.”
Sky pouted.
“Don’t worry, I’ll sneak you some later,” I whispered into Sky’s ear, and both of us began giggling all over again.
Yeah. Things weredefinitelychanging between the three of us.
18
SKY
Just as thingswere looking up, it hit me in a blistering wave. The feeling that I’d secretly hoped I’d never feel again, but here it was, making me feel hot and prickly all over as my body primed and readied itself for being mated.
My heat was coming—fast—and panic was quick on its heels. I paced around my room, raking my fingers through my hair as I tried to calm myself down.
No! Not now! Why now? I’d never gone through this unsupervised before, and it came with so many bad feelings. Terrible memories, memories of being stripped naked, strapped down to a table and injected with a cocktail of who-knew-what.
The tension beneath my skin mounted, and with it came arousal. Fuck. What did I do now? Fear licked at me like tendrils of fire. I reached down and squeezed my cock, but it was hard as iron and leaking in my pants already. I hated it. Hated myself for being so horny and desperate.
Because a big part of me wanted to go to Fletcher and Adam for comfort, to plead with them to help me….but a darker part of me, the insatiable side? It twisted my mind, taunting me with images of Adam, his hands on my body, his mouth on myneck, taking me to bed with him. My wolf knew the Alpha could calm my heat, but god, it was so wrong. Fletcher would hate me forever if he found out. I’d be a home wrecker! I’d have to leave Greymercy forever.
I sat on the side of my bed and cried, emotions ringing through me. I couldn’t leave my room. I didn’t trust myself. When Fletcher came knocking on my door, my voice pitched high as I all but screamed at him to leave me alone. Fuck… Maybe I deserved to be chained to the bed so I wouldn’t do anything reckless.
But it got worse. I grew more and more horny, my cock aching so badly it hurt. I humped the bed, seeking friction, seeking relief, whimpering into my pillow as I begged whatever gods were out there to just leave me alone. What did I do to deserve this? I was scared, because things were getting hazy. I could feel myself starting to dissociate, and I was afraid I reallywoulddo something bad.
My heart racing a thousand miles an hour, I slipped out of my room and sought Adam. “Adam?” My voice trembled. He turned to look at me, and I saw it—the moment he smelled my heat, his nostrils flaring, pupils dilating. “I-I need you to lock me up,” I said, trying to keep my wits about me and not throw myself at the Alpha.
“What?”
“Tie me to the bed! Something, anything! I don’t want to do something I’ll regret later, just… Please… Just until it’s over.” I let out a whimpering cry. “I’m scared. I hate this, I hate it so much and I don’t want to do this, Adam…” I hugged myself, as if that could make it better.
Adam didn’t move. He stared down at me, his expression calm but concerned. “Sky, I’m not tying you down. That would make me no better than your abuser?—”
“If you don’t, I might do something bad!” I cried, lurching forward. Frantically clawing at Adam’s chest, my hormones made my energy spike and skyrocket. I knew I was out of control, but Adam caught my wrists in his hands and handled me calmly. I could see the lust reflected back to me in his eyes, though. My scent was affecting him. The way his nostrils flared, the way his fingers twitched over my skin. Like he was holding himself back.
I jerked away, out of his grasp. “I-I need to go.”
