After we killed everyone at the school, Molly was the only person left who could control me. Because I can’t hurt her without experiencing pain. The sickness takes a hold of me immediately, just like when I try to point a gun at Thomas or Case.
But the inhibition conditioning with Thomas and Case is something that needs to be forged. We inject ourselves every six months as a show of faith. We’ve been using the cocktail to bind us together since we were kids and I found the formula at school.
I gave it to Molly last weekend. It wasn’t even planned, it was a syringe I had made up for Case. So right now she can’t hurt me either, but it won’t last long. I’m surprised it even worked at all since it was coded for Case’s DNA.
Molly’s control over me is different. It’s not optional and it never has to be renewed. She was made with some little part of me coded into her. Some little part that gives her total control. She is a weapon and the only target she will ever aim at is me.
Leaving separately that night was the only option if we both wanted to live, even if she doesn’t fully understand yet.
But I don’t want to think about that right now. I don’t to go back and I don’t want to go forward. I just want to be in the now.
And right now she’s in my bed.
Chapter Twenty-Six - Molly
One hand slips under my shirt. I draw in a breath and his other arm under my body squeezes me tighter into his chest. He still has those gloves on. But even though the leather is soft, I wish he’d take them off and touch me with his fingers.
“Molly,” he says, his lips finding my ear. He kisses me so softly my head spins and my eyes close, wishing the darkness away. “I’m sorry. I did what I thought was best for you. And I don’t want to talk about that night again.”
“They why am I here?”
“Because you made me realize something.”
“What?” I whisper.
He kisses me again, his lips trailing down my neck. And then he repositions himself. The one arm hugging me slips out from under me and I lie flat on his bed, looking up into the shape of his face. He’s a shadow hovering over me, backlit by the green hazy computer light.
His mouth finds mine and our lips come together.
I grab his bare shoulders with both hands and pull. I want everything. I want Lincoln. I want my Alpha. I want him to lie on top of me, skin to skin. I want him to take back all the years he stole from me. I want all those moments we missed. I want all that love, all that pain, all that fucked-upness. I want all the possibilities they stole.
He cups my face with his hands, and again, I want more. I need more. “Take off those gloves,” I say. “Take them off so I can feel your touch.”
“Shhh,” he says, kissing me again and stealing my plea. “We need more time, Molly. We need more time, and more of this.” He kisses me again and then positions his body over mine, just the way I wanted. Both forearms resting on either side of my head, propping himself up just enough to make me want to beg him to let go. Smother me with the weight of his body.
His tongue slips inside my mouth and we play with each other like that. Twisting and turning. My thoughts are a jumble of nothingness. His legs part and his knees come up next to my ribs so he’s straddling me, pressing his hard cock into my *.
“More,” I say. “More is the only thing that will make it right.”
“Take off your shirt,” he says, sitting up.
The pressure of him against my clit makes me moan.
“Now,” he says. “You got a little taste of me last night, but I never got anything from you. And I want it, Molly. I want you naked. I want your legs spread wide. I want your hands above your head. I want you to surrender to me, and I want you to do it now.”
I lean up and grab the back of my shirt, pulling it over my head. Lincoln takes it from me and tosses it across the room. He doesn’t ask me to take off my bra, his hands just slip behind me and unclasp the hooks, and then he drags it down my arms and sends it flying.
Then he’s pushing me against the bed, his mouth on my nipple, his gloved hands squeezing. I arch my back and grab his unruly hair and thread my fingertips upward, pressing against his scalp. And then I pull him towards me. I give in. I need him. All those years I knew there was something missing inside me. I knew it was bad, and good, and evil, and dangerous. But I always knew it was real. I always knew it was missing.
“I found you, Alpha,” I say. “And I’m never leaving again.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven - Lincoln
I can’t take it anymore. I sit up, unbuckle my pants, and drag my zipper down. My cock is so fucking hard, I might explode. “Sit up,” I command.
She swallows down whatever fear that growl just caused, and then pushes her hands against the bed so she can scoot up and rest her shoulders against the headboard.
I stand up on the bed and then jump, my bare feet landing silently on the cold cave floor. I drop my pants and wish I could turn the lights on and watch her face when I slip my boxer briefs down my legs and let my cock spring free.