Page 34 of Unhinged

He’s careful, as always, but there’s an undeniable urgency in his movements.

His hands roam with purpose, but when they reach my side, where the wound still aches, his touch softens.

He pauses, his gaze flickering down to the bandage.

A tenderness passes through his eyes before he presses a soft, reverent kiss to the fabric, as if he’s trying to soothe me with just the touch of his lips.

His kiss lingers there for a moment, and I shiver, heart fluttering, before he trails up my body, kissing his way along my ribs, over my shoulder, and finally to my lips once more.

We find a rhythm, slow and steady, as if we’re both savoring the moment.

There’s no rush, just the soft glide of his hands across my skin, the gentle press of his body against mine.

My pulse quickens, but I’m calm—a sense of peace settling over me as we move together.

Arrow doesn’t falter, even when my fingers tremble, even when my body still shakes in places.

My fingers catch on his clothes, but I’m clumsy, too desperate to be gentle.

He only chuckles, low and rough, his scent thickening in the air.

His alpha. My omega. The words rise unbidden, and I shove them down, but the bond pulses stubbornly, refusing to be ignored.

Arrow’s eyes darken, the golden hue sharpening with want.

His control wavers, though he still moves with purpose.

When he helps me free him of his clothes, I can’t stop the sharp intake of breath. He’s perfect.

His body is lean and strong, a tangle of muscle, grace and power.

I let my fingers explore, tracing the lines and contours of his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my touch, the way it moves and flexes and gives.

Arrow watches me, his gaze intent and unflinching, absorbing every reaction.

I’m wide open beneath his scrutiny, exposed in a way that should terrify me, but it doesn’t, because this is what I want, what I can’t bring myself to push away any longer.

He catches my hand as it moves across his stomach, bringing it up to his lips, brushing a gentle kiss along each knuckle, like he’s savoring the moment, like this is something to be cherished.

"Arrow," I breathe, his name almost a plea. I don’t trust myself to say more, to admit the depth of it, how badly I’ve wanted him, how deeply he’s already gotten under my skin.

He seems to sense the conflict, the turmoil churning inside me.

His thumb strokes the underside of my wrist, soothing, coaxing.

He shifts closer, the warmth of his body seeping into mine, banishing the last of the chill, the fear, the doubt.

My heart races as he explores my skin once more, trailing soft, reverent kisses from my collarbone to the swell of my breasts.

Each brush of his lips sends sparks dancing along my spine, igniting a fire deep within me that I can’t control.

I arch into him, desperate for more of his touch.

A soft whimper escapes my lips when he captures my nipple between his teeth, sucking gently, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.

“God, you taste so sweet,” Arrow whispers against my skin, his breath hot and ragged, before he dives lower, his mouth trailing downwards like he can’t get enough of me.

His lips skim across the curve of my stomach, a shudder running through me as his hands slide down to my hips.

He pauses, inhaling deeply, his nose brushing the sensitive skin there.

The scent of me fills the air, heady and intoxicating, and I can’t help but squirm beneath his gaze.

His eyes are dark, full of something wild and primal, as if I’m the only thing that matters.

The pressure between my legs tightens as his mouth moves lower still, my body betraying me with the slickness coating my thighs.

A soft gasp slips from my mouth, the heat building between us becoming unbearable.

Arrow’s hands tighten around my hips, holding me in place, as if he’s determined to take his time with me—his lips trailing across the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, teasing but never quite touching where I need him most. I can’t help but writhe beneath him, feeling the intense pull of desire coil tighter inside me.

He settles between my legs again, his body warm and solid against mine, and I gasp as his tongue flicks up and down on my clit, teasing me mercilessly. I arch my back, gripping the sheets as his talented tongue swirls around my sensitive nub.

His hands join the show, sliding up my inner thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He positions himself between my legs, spreading me open for his inspection. I'm on display for him, vulnerable and aching for more.

His mouth latches onto my swollen clit, sucking it gently at first before applying more pressure.

My hips buck against him as he sucks harder, his tongue working in tandem with his lips to drive me wild.

His fingers slide inside of me, curling inward to find that perfect spot that makes my toes curl.

He knows me so well already, and it's both exhilarating and terrifying.

He's relentless in his pursuit of my pleasure, alternating between sucking and nibbling on my clit while his fingers work magic within me.

The dual sensations are too much to bear, but I don't want it to stop.

I'm a whirlwind of sensations, caught in the eye of a storm that Arrow has unleashed within me.

"Oh God, Arrow," I moan, hoarse with need. "More."

He growls in response, taking it as a challenge, and redoubles his efforts.

His tongue plunges deeper inside of me now, probing every crevice as if he's mapping out the contours of my very soul.

His fingers mirror his actions with the same intensity, stroking and caressing every sensitive part of me until I'm writhing beneath him.

My hips lift instinctively to meet him, and I find myself gripping his hair, desperate for more. He responds with a low growl, his hands tightening on my thighs as he presses deeper, his tongue swirling in a way that makes me whimper.

The pressure inside me finally becomes too much, and I explode, my body convulsing as waves of ecstasy crash over me.

The release is all-consuming, leaving me breathless and trembling.

Arrow laps at me with a purring satisfaction, savoring every drop, his tongue moving with slow, deliberate strokes as if to drink me dry.

The sound of him purring against me makes my heart race, a primal connection that only deepens the intensity of everything we’ve shared.

His hands hold me in place, making sure I feel every lingering, perfect sensation of release before he finally pulls back, his lips kissing up my trembling body.

“Please,” I manage to gasp out between ragged breaths. “I need… I need you.”

Without breaking our gaze, he positions his tip at my entrance once more. “Tell me no, Gidge. Tell me we’ve gone far enough.” His words are steady, but there’s an urgency in them that makes my heart race.

I shake my head fervently; there’s no way I can turn back now. “I can't. I won’t,” I whisper fiercely, the truth spilling from my lips like a promise. “Just don’t knot me.”

Understanding flashes across his face before he nods, and in one smooth motion, he surges forward.

A whimper escapes me as he fills me completely; it’s a stretch that takes my breath away—a delicious ache eased by the slick between us, making every inch of him glide deeper.

I kiss him deeply as he drives into me with slow precision; each thrust ignites a firestorm inside me that threatens to consume all rational thought.

“You’re so tight, omega,” he growls softly against my mouth. “Mine. All mine.”

“Yes,” I breathe.

I'm lost in the haze, every thrust igniting a fresh wave of pleasure that washes over me.

Arrow is relentless yet controlled, his movements deliberate as he drives deeper, filling me to the brim.

The rhythm builds, slow and steady, each push sending shockwaves through my body.

I can feel his knot pulsing against my entrance, teasing me with its promise but never breaching, holding me on the edge of ecstasy.

"Come for me," he growls, sending a shiver down my spine. It’s not just a request; it feels like an order that I have no choice but to obey. My body responds instinctively, tightening around him as I fight against the mounting pressure within me.

Arrow's growl vibrates through me as he watches my response, his golden eyes darkening with primal desire.

He leans down, capturing one of my nipples between his teeth, biting lightly enough to send sharp sparks of pleasure coursing through me.

I whine at the sensation, my body arching into him like a moth drawn to flame.

“Please,” I gasp out, the word slipping from my lips like a prayer.

A feral smile crosses his face as he increases the pace, thrusting harder now while still maintaining that exquisite control. Each stroke sends shockwaves of pleasure radiating through me until I’m trembling, teetering on the precipice of release.

“Come for me,” he growls again, more insistent this time, and I can feel myself unraveling beneath him. The heat pools in my core until it becomes unbearable, every nerve ending singing with anticipation and need.

He thrusts one final time inside me and I lose myself completely.

A scream tears from my throat as waves of pleasure crash over me like a tidal wave; I tighten around him involuntarily, clenching harder as the world fades away into blissful nothingness.

Arrow snarls in response and fills me with his hot seed.

The sensation is overwhelming; a rush of warmth spreads through me as he empties himself deep inside. My body quakes under the intensity of our connection—the finality of it wrapping around us.

He pulls out of me, and his eyes widen in shock before he looks at me, paling.

"What?" I ask, panic rising in my chest. "Did I do something wrong?"

His voice drops to a whisper, tinged with confusion and concern. “You have a kid, so I'm trying to make sense of this, but there's blood on my dick. Have you not done this before?”

I blush and look away, the weight of embarrassment crashing over me like a cold wave. “I’ve never been with anyone before. Only the night that gave me Judge. No one before and no one since.” The confession slips from my lips like a fragile secret, exposing the raw vulnerability I’d tried to shield.

His expression softens as he hurries to lie beside me, pulling me into his solid chest. He kisses my lips gently, as if afraid I might shatter under the weight of his affection.

“You’re a treasure, Brydgett,” he murmurs against my mouth, sincerity radiating from him like warmth from a fire.

“And we’re gonna treat you as such. No one will ever hurt you or Judge again. ”

The gravity of his words settles around us, heavy yet comforting. I can feel the sincerity in every syllable, wrapping around my heart like an embrace. But beneath that comfort lies an undercurrent of fear—the ghosts of my past clawing at the edges of this newfound intimacy.

“Arrow,” I whisper, searching his gaze for understanding amidst the storm swirling within me. “What happens now?”

His brow furrows, and he brushes a strand of hair from my forehead with gentle fingers—so tender it feels almost sacred.

“Now? We don’t have to rush into anything,” he states firmly but gently.

“Trust takes time, especially after what you've been through.” There’s a softness in his tone that eases some of the tension still knotted in my stomach. “We figure this out together.”

Together.

Arrow tightens his grip around me.

“What if I’m not enough?” I finally ask the question that gnaws at me—an echo of self-doubt that has haunted me since Earl’s betrayal.

Arrow shifts slightly, tilting my chin up so our eyes meet once more.

The intensity of his gaze sends shivers down my spine as he speaks with conviction.

“You are more than enough, Brydgett.” His voice is steady and unwavering as he continues passionately, “You’re strong—stronger than anyone I’ve ever known—and you’ve fought your battles alone for far too long.

You don’t have to do that anymore. You are my Kismet, fated to be mine and I protect what’s mine. ”

For a moment, all the walls I've built around myself begin to crack under the weight of his belief in me. It’s terrifying but exhilarating all at once—this feeling of being seen for who I am beneath the scars and trauma.

“I want to trust you,” I whisper earnestly, meeting his gaze head-on now. “But it feels too dangerous to let go.”

“Then we’ll take it slow,” he promises without hesitation.