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Chapter 145: _ Feed Me
Rhett’s gaze held mine captive, his dark eyes smoldering with an intensity that sent a shiver down my backbone.
Silence reigned between us as he drew closer to me. I waited in apprehension. Even my breaths were ragged. I didn’t know what to do, so I fidgeted with my clothes.
"Study shows that the briefest hugs can reduce a fair percentage of stress." He cooed.
I stared at his legs as though I wanted to catch his steps before they arrived. "Oh," I said.
"I am stressed, Isleen." He clicked his tongue, hands intertwined behind him.
My cheeks burned. This man, with his rough demeanor and captivating presence, had a way of turning my insides to mush. "I— I don’t know what you mean," I stammered but it felt as though a million of voices were yelling at me.
It felt like they were shouting ’liar!’
Because I knew just well what he meant.
His forehead puckered. "Don’t play coy with me, Omega," he scoffed. "You know exactly what I mean."
He leaned in closer and the scent of blood warring with his natural scent filled my senses. "But perhaps that can wait for another time."
What?
W-wait?
WHY?!
He straightened abruptly and the playful glint in his eyes vanishing. "Where are the others?" he asked, his tone serious once more.
Why did I feel so disappointed?
"They’re— sleeping," I mumbled, the sexual tension dissipating as quickly as it had risen.
Or maybe not.
Rhett’s gaze swept over me, lingering a little too long on the exposed skin of my arms and making me want to go over and strip him naked.
When a sexy man looked at you like that, all of the control in you was sure to melt.
"Sleeping?" he repeated, his eyebrows waggled. "What are you doing awake, then?"
"I— I couldn’t sleep," I admitted, fidgeting with the hem of my nightgown. "The attack... it was just a lot to process."
He studied me for a moment with a blank expression. Then, a slow smile spread across his lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "And what about you wandering in my house? Being in my living room?"
Oh, that.
His words, laced with a subtle possessiveness, sent a blush creeping up my neck. "I— I just wanted some water," I stammered, desperately trying to avoid his gaze.
"Water, huh?" He raised an eyebrow, the amusement in his eyes back in full force. "A rather tame request for a morning like this, wouldn’t you say?" He took a step closer. "Unless, of course, there’s something else you’re thirsty for, something I might be able to quench."
Oh, gosh. This was my undoing! This man would be undoing!
His words were like a brand to my skin, sending a jolt of heat through my body. My breaths were almost ragged at this point, and I could feel the tell-tale flush creeping up my cheeks.
This man, with his effortless ability to turn my world upside down with a single sentence, both terrified and exhilarated me.
"I— I don’t know what you’re talking about," I mumbled. But even to my own ears, I sounded unconvincing.
Rhett chuckled and released his hands from behind him. He reached out a hand, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from my cheek.
The contact was electric, sending a jolt through me that left me breathless. For a moment, I thought he was going to kiss me, his face was mere inches from mine. But instead, he gently took my hand in his.
"Come," he said in a command. "The kitchen is this way."
Wait, what?
I couldn’t even react. I just felt sensation thrilling from the spot where he had held me and traveling all the way to my body
Oh, Isleen. Shame on you.
He led me through the living room, his grip firm yet gentle on my hand. The silence between us was thick and the air was filled with a tension that made my heart pound in my chest.
He was a mystery, this Gamma of the pack, a man of contradictions: stoic yet passionate, powerful yet vulnerable. And I was hopelessly drawn to him. 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓅𝓊𝓫.𝒸ℴ𝓶
I couldn’t help but wonder if he— was leading me to quench my thirst the way he’d hinted.
We reached the kitchen finally. It was a sterile and modern space with stainless steel appliances and sleek countertops.
It was so funny and yet, not that I had dated Kylo for all of those years and had never been to his house.
Gamma Rhett finally let me go.
He pulled out a chair and gestured for me to sit. I sank down, feeling oddly vulnerable under his watchful gaze. He opened the refrigerator and the cool air briefly broke the heated atmosphere.
Water, you say?" he asked, his voice low and seductive.
I could only nod, feeling like a puppet on his strings
He pulled out a glass from a cabinet while I watched with held breaths. He filled the glass with water, the cool liquid swirling and I loved every bit of this moment.
Seeing Rhett do something so casual like filling a glass of water was not something I’d see every day. Strangely, it was so soothing and beautiful to watch him do such a casual thing.
When the cup was full, he held it in his hands and moved closer to me. Then, he did something unexpected. He cupped my chin in his hand, his thumb gently stroking my cheek.
My heart pounded as he leaned closer, his eyes locking with mine. For a moment, I thought he was finally going to bridge the gap between us, to claim the kiss that had long due since last night.
"Open wide," he commanded instead.
My heart pounded in my chest. This wasn’t how I’d envisioned getting a glass of water when I left the room. It was funny just how much could change within minutes.
But a weird sense of surrender washed over me. I parted my lips slightly, my gaze locked on his.
He knelt before me while the close proximity made my breath hitch. He brought the glass to my lips. The coolness of the water was a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body.
Slowly, deliberately, he tilted the glass, forcing me to tilt my head back. My pulse quickened as I drank, his hand lingering on the small of my back, sending shivers down my spine.
With each sip and gulp I took, the tension in the air grew thicker and thicker. The simple act of drinking water felt charged with something else entirely. It was as if he was feeding me, not just water, but something more potent, something more sensual.
Just as I was about to pull away, he stopped, the glass hovering near my lips. Our eyes met, and for a moment and I thought he was going to kiss me.
