Chapter 6
Birch didn’t say anything.
Putting the bow aside, he pulled me in closer to him,
the grip he had on my forearm unbreakable.
I tried to breathe through the urge, tried to focus on
something else.
Now that I knew what the feeling was, I could sense it
building in my chest, the intensity slowly dialing up the longer I sat there,
refusing to move.
I didn’t realize I was leaning toward the door until
Birch yanked me back again.
I was so focused on my internal dialogue, I didn’t
completely register that he’d untied my hands until he bound them again in
front.
I let out a huff of air as I was abruptly pushed down
onto the bench seat. In the next second,
Birch layered his body over mine, ducking under my bound arms so that my hands
ended up resting on his back.
His heavy body pressed me deep into the seat as my
breasts flattened against his hard chest, my hips cradling his.
I blinked up at him, realizing that though it was dark
inside, I was still able to make out the reddish tinge to his eyes and see each
individual lash.
“Better?”
I frowned as I realized the pull had eased
somewhat. It was still there, but was
much more...manageable.
I cleared my throat.
“Uh, yeah. A
little.”
He nodded, and his eyes slid away as he seemed to
focus again on what was happening outside.
I wish I had that ability. It was like he’d almost forgotten he
literally had me underneath him. I tried
not to move so I wouldn’t draw attention, almost holding my breath.
Some time passed.
Enough that I had to relax, my body refusing to stay stiff as a board for
that extended a period of time.
And I started thinking that maybe everything would be
alright. Maybe we’d get through the
night with nothing worse to show for it than a slight awkwardness that came
from being forced so physically close together.
Of course, that’s when the subdued feeling in my chest
came roaring back with a vengeance.
I arched up involuntarily as it ripped through me,
emanating from my chest and reaching through the rest of my body with sickening
tendrils.
Birch was saying something, but the sound was distant,
my eyes open but blind to what was happening outside my body. The shift from mild discomfort to
excruciating pain was just too much.
I was so distracted by the pain, it took me a moment
to realize I could end it.
All I had to do was get outside.
I began to wiggle out from underneath Birch, all
rational thought submerged under the avalanche of sensation.
He pulled me back, pushing my shoulders down in an
attempt to anchor me.
I let out an animal sound, bucking against him,
twisting hard.
Shoving me back down, he put his hand on my chest,
pushing down hard enough that breathing became a little difficult.
His other hand encompassed my jaw and forced my
thrashing head still. I tried to move as
his face came closer to mine, but only managed a slight twitch against his
inexorable hold.
Something warm dripped onto my lip and I swiped at it
with my tongue.
The warm, salty, coppery taste of blood coated my
tongue.
Then his mouth was on mine and he sank his teeth into
my lower lip, the sting telling me he’d broken the skin.
Our mingled blood dripped down my throat and I
swallowed convulsively.
He kept his mouth pressed against me, his hands
restraining me.
My throat began to burn.
I gasped as the burn spread from my throat to my
mouth, then down to my chest and stomach, scraping over nerves already
raw. I screamed into his mouth as he
held me down, my fingernails digging into his back, drawing blood even through
his shirt.
The pressure in my chest increased until I felt my
heart stutter.
It skipped a beat.
Then two.
As I felt it quivering, blessed darkness overtook me
and I slipped into unconsciousness with relief.
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