Elias lay back against the pillows, his golden eyes smoldering with that unyielding alpha intensity, even as the bandages around his torso reminded me of his fragility. I'd just tucked him in after our little bathroom standoff, my heart still racing from the heat of his body pressed against mine, his arousal evident but unmet.
I busied myself straightening the tray, avoiding his gaze, but the bond between us pulsed like a living thing, hot, insistent, mirroring the ache building in my core. Gods, resisting him was torture.
My omega instincts craved submission, to yield to his touch, but I couldn't risk aggravating his injuries. Cracked ribs, the doctor had warned, no exertion. Yet here he was, watching me like prey, a slow smile curving his lips.
"Naomi," he murmured, his voice
