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She didn’t know why those words should affect her as much as they did. Maybe it was the pain that had weakened her. Maybe it was the fear of the unknown, the gaping abyss of uncertainty that had suddenly become her reality since that frigid, horrific night in Alaska.
And maybe it was just the simple fact that it had been a long time—four lonely years—since she’d felt the firm, warm caress of a man’s touch, even if offered only in comfort.
Four empty years since she’d convinced herself she didn’t need tender contact or intimacy. Four endless years since she’d remembered what it was to feel like a flesh-and-blood woman, like she was desired. Like she might one day be able to open her heart to something more.
Je
“That’s good, Je
She felt the vise of pain in her skull loosen as he spoke to her. Brock caressed her temples with his thumbs, his fingers splayed deeply into her hair, holding her head in a comforting grasp. The piercing ring in her ears began to fade away, until, at last, it was gone.
“You’re doing great,” Brock murmured, his voice darker than before, just above a growl. “Let it go, Je
She exhaled a long, purging sigh, unable to keep it inside her as long as Brock was stroking her face and neck. She moaned, welcoming the pleasure that was slowly devouring her agony. “Feels nice,” she whispered, helpless to resist the urge to nuzzle further into his touch. “The pain isn’t so bad now.”
“That’s good, Je
Je
The tendons in his neck were strung tight, his jaw clamped down so hard it was a wonder his teeth didn’t shatter. A muscle ticked wildly in his lean cheek. Beads of perspiration lined his forehead and upper lip.
He was in pain.
Staggering pain—just as she had been, not a few minutes before his touch had seemed to ease her agony away.
Realization dawned on her then.
He wasn’t just calming her with his hands. He was somehow pulling her pain out of her. He was siphoning it, willingly drawing her pain into himself.
Offended by the idea, but even more embarrassed that she had let herself lie there and imagine that his touch was something more than pity, Je
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she gasped, leaping to her feet.
The muscle that had been ticking in his jaw gave a tight twitch as he stood up to face her. “Helping you.”
Images crowded into her mind in an instant—a sudden vivid recollection of the aftermath of her captivity with the creature who’d invaded her cabin in Alaska.
She’d been in pain then, too. She’d been terrified and in shock, awash in so much confusion and horror, she thought she might die from it.
And she remembered the warm, caring hands that comforted her. The face of a grimly handsome stranger who’d come into her life like a dark angel and kept her safe, kept her sheltered and calm, when everything in her world had been thrown into chaos.
“You were there,” she murmured, stu
His eyes remained fixed on her, dark and unreadable. “I was the only one who could help you.”
“Who asked you to?” she demanded, knowingly harsh, but desperate to purge the heat that was still traveling through her, unbidden and unwanted.
Bad enough he’d thought it necessary to coddle her like some kind of child through her prolonged ordeal. All the worse when he seemed to think it was necessary to do so now, as well. She’d be damned before she let him think for one second that she had actually welcomed his touch.
His expression still pained from what he’d done for her a few moments ago, he shook his head and blew out a low curse. “For a woman who doesn’t want anyone’s help, you sure seem to need it a lot.”
She barely resisted the temptation to tell him where he could shove that sentiment. “I can take care of myself.”
“Like you did last night in the city?” he challenged. “Like you did just a few minutes ago in the tech lab, right before my arms were the only thing that came between your stubborn ass and the floor?”
Humiliation stung her cheeks like a slap. “You know what? Save us both some grief, and don’t do me any more favors.”
She spun away from him and started walking toward the door that was still open onto the corridor outside. Each miraculously painless step she took only heightened her anger at Brock. Made her all the more determined to put as much distance between them as possible.
Before she got within a yard of the threshold, he was standing in front of her. Blocking her path, even though she hadn’t seen or heard him move.
She stopped short. Gaped at him, astonished by the preternatural speed he evidently had at his control.
“Get out of my way,” she said, and tried to move past him.
He sidestepped her, putting his immense body directly in front of her. The intensity of his gaze told her he wanted to say something more, but Je
Needed space to think about everything that had happened to her … everything that was still happening, growing more terrifying all the time.
“Move aside,” she said, hating the small hitch that crept into her voice.
Brock slowly lifted his hand and swept a tousled hank of hair off her brow. It was a tender gesture, kindness she craved so badly but was too afraid to accept. “You’re in our world now, Je
She watched his mouth as he spoke, wishing she didn’t find herself so riveted to the movements of his full, sensual lips. He was still weathering her pain; she could tell by the slight flare of his nostrils as he drew in his breath and blew it out on a controlled exhale. The tension in his handsome face and strong neck hadn’t abated, either.
Seeing him carrying a burden that belonged to her made her feel small and powerless.
All her life, she’d struggled to prove herself worthy—first to her father and her brother, Zach, both of whom let her know in no uncertain terms they doubted she’d had what it took to make it in law enforcement. Later on, she’d striven to be the perfect wife and mother. Her entire life had been structured on a foundation of strength, discipline, and capability.
Incredibly, as she stood there in front of Brock now, it wasn’t the fact that he was something other than human—something dangerous and otherworldly—that made her want the floor to open up and swallow her whole. It was the dread that he could see through the hard shell of the anger she wore like body armor and that he might know her for the scared, lonely failure she truly was.
Brock gave another faint shake of his head in the long silence that hung between them. His eyes took her in slowly, drifting all over her face before coming back up to meet her gaze. “There are worse things than needing to lean on someone once in a while, Je