Page 28 of Petals and Strings (Broken Melodies #1)

“The entire building was a blood-bath. I shut down as more and more got in. My body was in pain, ravaged by the alphas that got through the guards. He wasn’t the only one to hurt me, but he was the only one who bit me.

The rest were too focused on hurting each other, besting the other alphas.

It took time, but I healed those flesh wounds.

The rest… wasn’t as easy. I couldn’t bring myself to let it go.

That’s when I stopped talking, tried to make myself invisible.

I stayed in a numb sort of trance after that.

I think it was my way of taking back my body. ”

I could imagine him laying in that hospital bed, bloody and broken, and I wanted to hunt down and kill every alpha that looked at him wrong.

No wonder he hated them.

“I wish I could say I was strong, but I tried to end my life twice,” he admitted, refusing to look at me.

“If I had the means in my cell, I would have,” I said, not bothering to sugar-coat it. “I begged whatever god would listen to end it for me so many times.”

He winced. “I’m glad you’re here, Audrey. That we got to meet.”

“I’m glad you’re here, too, my sweet boy,” I said, resting a hand on his cheek. “You deserve to be happy. One day we’ll be out of here and if you want me, I’ll be by your side forever.”

He didn’t say a word as he leaned over, his lips finding mine. I shifted higher, hands wrapping around his neck as I clung to him, our mouths mending our hearts back together a little piece at a time.

He tasted like salt and something citrusy, sweet. Delicious.

His cock hardened under me but he made no move to take this further. Not here. But god I wanted him, too.

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead on me as he breathed.

“How can you look at me with anything but disgust? I’m soft and small, not masculine enough. My scent is too strong… too sweet.”

He didn’t see himself like I did.

“You’re sexy as hell, Ansel. You have me wet from just your kisses.

And your scent is nothing like they say.

To me it’s a perfect blend of sweet, tart, and masculine.

Just like you. I don’t need you to be super strong or built like a brick house.

We have Rydell for that. I need you like this, sweet, soft, and so expressive for me.

You give me control I’ve never had, and let me reclaim parts of me I thought were long dead. ”

"Audrey.” My name was plea. It gave me the courage to look around and check for cameras or staff. We’d been alone this long and the way I needed him was too strong to ignore.

“Can I have you, Ansel. All of you?”

“Only if I can keep you,” he whispered, vulnerability and hope winding through each syllable.

“Yes,” I breathed out. “The same way I’m going to keep you.”

I shifted, kicking off my pants and dropping them on the couch beside us before straddling his lap. He’d shimmied his pants down so his cock was jutting up. Still perfect like I remembered.

He guided me over him, letting me line myself up before I sank down. We both let out quiet sighs as we fit together, resting there, connected in a way neither of us had experienced.

“You’re my first,” he admitted. “That alpha was too frenzied to take this part of me. It’s yours and only yours, Audrey.”

“This is the only time I’ve ever chosen someone. The only time I felt like I was in control,” I whispered back.

“Claim me, Audrey,” he begged as his hands rested on my hips, trying to guide me to move.

Instead, I pulled his mouth to mine, nipping at his lip before devouring my sweet boy. His lips parted and I dove in, my tongue teasing along his and every inch of his mouth, savoring his taste and feel as I finally gave him what he needed.

My moves were subtle and gentle. There was no reason to fuck him. I wanted this to be just as sweet as he was, to cherish every moment in sweet movements that could chase away every harsh touch we’d endured.

We didn’t shy away. This was different. New. Encouraged.

Wanted.

My body shuddered at the delicious slide of my walls around his hard cock as I slowly brought us both to the edge. His moans were quiet, little sounds that I committed to memory and soaked in, knowing they were only for me.

Sweat formed over my skin, the slide of our bodies mixing our scents in the air in a perfect sweet and spicy mix that healed a piece of my shattered soul.

This was right. It felt good physically and emotionally.

We were mates. There was no denying that, now.

“Touch me, Ansel. Make me come,” I commanded, my voice soft, but firm. He shuddered as he followed my order so perfectly. His hand slowly slid between us, seeking me out until he brushed his fingers over my clit. “Good boy.”

The praise was moaned out of me as his fingers swirled around my clit, the movements just as languid and unhurried as the sex. We were learning each other, savoring every sound, sigh, and shudder. Cataloguing and bringing each other to that precipice.

My walls fluttered around him, the orgasm so close I could feel my body coiling tightly, preparing to let go.

“Come with me, baby. Give me your cum,” I breathed out before locking my mouth on his. He whimpered against my lips, so fucking sweet for me.

His body tensed on command, my body clenching tightly around him as my own release crashed into me. His cock twitched as he groaned, low and quiet, filling me just like I demanded.

We caught our breath, clinging to each other in a desperate hug that ensured we didn’t break in the aftermath.

Only when he softened and slid out of me did I move, sliding on my pants and underwear again to hold in the evidence of what we did. My omega was pleased, loving the fact I was marked, his scent so closely tied with mine it wouldn’t fade.

“Come outside with me?” I asked as I stood, kissing him one last time to chase the flavor of his lips.

“Yes,” he agreed easily, letting me tug him to his feet and following me through the halls and out the conservatory door once we were dressed again.

Under the shade of the ash tree, we spread out in the thick grass. Our hands stayed connected as we rested there in the glow of our first time together.

There was no regret, only a sense of healing and acceptance we both desperately needed.

I’d vowed I’d never let another man bite me, but for this sweet omega, I might make an exception. Maybe it was time for me to consider just how far I’d let this pack take me.

To take control of bonding just like I did with my body.