[Warning: emotionally triggering]
Seeing that wolfish glint in his eyes, knowing exactly what he was after. And yet still I asked, "Noah, are you okay?"
He strode over, picking me up at the hips, and lifting me to sit on the edge of the desk.
"What are you doing?" I grumbled, slapping away his paws, still feeling the anger from my dream and wary at just how roughly I'd been placed down, what if he hurt the baby?
His hands engulfed mine, fingers interlocking as he leaned and rested his forehead on mine.
"I'm struggling," he finally responded, his voice sounding torn and broken. I didn't need System to scan him to know this guy was mentally unstable right now.
"I promise I'll keep you safe," his hands squeezed mine tighter yet the strength in his legs faltered.
"Noah, I don't understand," I frowned, pulling my face away to see his. "We've only fucked a few times," I stopped, seeing his hurt expression.
