Alpha Damon's Hybrid Mate

chapter 5

April

Every inch of my body felt like it was being burnt from the inside out. Pain radiated through my bones, tearing through my body until I genuinely believed I was going to die right here on the floor.

My skin was flushed, burning so hot, but the worst of it, It was a terrifying, overwhelming sensation I had never experienced in my entire life.

Down below, I felt wet, hot, and swollen, an ache throbbing so violently that it made my knees buckle. I didn't understand what was happening to me. I was so confused, so desperately frightened, and I had no idea what to do.

The torment didn't stay constant; it came in waves, each one crashing over me worse than the last. Sobbing hysterically, tears of pain streamed down my face, dripping off my chin and soaking into the dirty wooden floorboards.

"Please," I wept into the empty room, my voice a ragged, broken whisper. "Please, make it stop..."

When one excruciating wave finally reduced just a tiny bit, leaving me trembling and gasping for air, I forced my weak arms to move.

I began dragging myself slowly across the cold floor, my nails scraping against the wood as I tried to reach the nightstand where my phone lay. I just needed to dial an emergency number. I needed a doctor. I needed an ambulance.

I was only a few inches away, my shaking fingers reaching up toward the edge of the table, when another vicious surge of heat slammed straight into my lower belly.

A loud, agonized scream tore from my throat. I collapsed completely, curling into a tight ball on the floor, clutching my stomach as fresh tears blinded me. The ache between my legs was throbbing so hard it was driving me insane.

I cried out again, utterly helpless against the fire consuming my veins. Suddenly, a loud, violent bang echoed through the apartment as my front door was kicked wide open.

Through my tear-blurred vision, I looked up. Standing in the doorway, tall and illuminated by the hallway light, was the man. The green-eyed stranger from the alley.

He didn't rush, he just stood there with his intense green gaze locked onto my shivering form on the floor. Then, with slow calculated steps, he walked into the room toward me. He reached my trembling body and crouched down, his massive frame towering over me even as he knelt.

"Help me..." I sobbed out, my voice cracking, tears streaming down my flushed cheeks as I stared at him in complete desperation. "Please... help me..."

He didn't say a word. He simply reached out a hand and touched my face lightly, his large, cool fingers brushing gently against my feverish cheek.

The moment his skin made contact with mine, a feeling of unbelievable relief rippled through my entire body. The agonizing pain that had been tearing me apart instantly dulled, soothing the ache in my blood

My mind was already drowning in frantic distress, and I was so completely consumed by the need for relief that I didn't care who he was, what he was, or why he was here.

I just knew I needed his touch to survive this.

Before he could even pull his hand back, I scrambled up off the cold floor and pitched myself forward, latching onto him like a leech.

I threw my arms around his broad, muscular neck and buried my face into his throat, desperately rubbing my warm body against his, craving every bit of physical contact I could possibly get.

The scent of him, rich, dark, and intoxicating…flooded my nose, making the crazy, swollen ache between my legs flare with a completely different kind of desperate need.

He let out a low, heavy breath against my ear, his large hands reaching out to catch me. Wrapping his strong arms securely around my waist, he lifted my weight effortlesly and stepped toward the small bed, sitting down on the edge of the mattress with me straddling his lap.

The second he settled onto the bed, the swollen, throbbing area between my legs pressed directly against the bulge straining beneath his dark pants.

A loud, involuntary gasp escaped my lips as the contact sent a jolt of pleasure shooting straight up my spine. The feeling was so intense and intoxicating that my head snapped back.

Driven by an overwhelming, primal frustration and a body that no longer felt like my own, I slowly began to rub myself against him, desperately tilting my hips to grind my wet heat against his hard length.

"I'm sorry..." I sobbed softly, tears still leaking from my eyes as I squirmed on his lap, humiliated and terrified by my own shameless behavior, yet completely unable to stop myself. "I'm so sorry... I don't know what's happening to me... I'm so sorry for doing this to you..."

I gripped his broad shoulders tighter, burying my wet face in his chest as another wave of maddening, sweet pressure built up between my thighs.

"Please," I begged, my voice breaking into a whimpering plead as I kept grinding against him, desperate for anything to break the unbearable pain coiling inside me. "Please help me... please make it go away... help me..."

Suddenly, his large, heavy hands clamped firmly around my waist, locking my hips in place and forcefully stopping my movements.

His grip was hard, keeping me pinned against him, preventing me from rubbing my aching body against his bulge any further.

I let out a frustrated, pained whine, trying to move, but he held me completely still. He leaned his head forward, his dark hair brushing against my forehead, his burning green eyes staring directly into my tear-filled ones.

His chest was heaving, his own heart hammering wildly against my ribs.

"I won't touch you," he rumbled in his deep voice, his breath hot against my mouth. "...But you can use me to find relief.”