Chapter 67

Helen POV

My wrists bleed for days. Anytime I need to get up, I’m untied from the bedpost but the ropes stay wrapped around my wrists. Randy spends most of the time with me if I have to get up to eat, to shower, but he is ruthless in putting me back in bed.

I’ve fought him before, but I’m not strong enough to break away from him completely.

Justin has been far too focused on setting the new pack up in the mortal cities nearby, all while collecting rogues and other pack outcasts to join our new pack. Justin was trying to stay busy and trying to stay away from me.

I only made my heat worse.

“RANDY!”

I screamed as I woke, the stabbing agony in my abdomen like a million knives sliding in and out of my flesh over and over again. I woke up in tears that didn’t stop until I saw Randy undoing my wrists overhead.

He picked me up in a single, rough swoosh and put me on the shower floor. The water hit me like a train would pelt my back if I were standing in its way. I screamed as the fever fought the cold water, my heat swelling and throbbing and horrible.

“Get Justin, please,” I begged through horrid sobs. “Please, Randy, I need him!”

“You’re in heat still, Helen. You know I can’t let him near you like this. You will end up having sex for three days straight, until this curse passes. Just relax. It will lessen soon.”

I kicked the shower wall, furiously delirious. I couldn’t even shift to run off and find Justin, Joy in more agony than I am.

“What’s wrong?” I heard Justin’s voice pique from the other room.

My sense went into wildfire mode and I screamed from the deepest depths of my throat. “Justin!”

Randy held his arm out, trying to fight Justin from coming into sight. I could feel my body seizing in compulsion, so damn desperate for his body on mine that it killed me.

“Please, please, please, please, please—”

“Stop it, both of you,” Randy snarled. “You know you can’t help her.”

“I can resist,” Justin said, his voice firm. “I know I can. Just trust me, Beta.”

Randy wasn’t sure but he finally let him through, Justin falling under the icy water that ran over my blushing pink body. When his hands reached for my side, so simply touching me, I panted a breath and parted my legs, moaning as pleasure rippled through me.

Justin held firm. “No, Helen. Relax. I’m just going to hold you, okay?”

I nodded but couldn’t ignore the dampness in my folds that wasn’t from the shower water. If anything, the cold water only helped my desire flame more.

Justin set me in his lap, ignoring the fact he was fully dressed, and pressed my back into his chest. I grabbed his wrists, forcing his hands on to my sharp, electrified nipples. I panted a noise at the feeling.

“Fuck, Helen, I told you we can’t.”

I leaned my head into his shoulder, moving his palms all over my surface, even dragging his fingers purposefully over my sex. I vibrated in delight, one of his hands pressed into my breast while the other rolled over my core without hesitation.

“I can’t fuck you,” he said, sure of that claim. “But, if this helps you, I will give it to you.”

I nodded, begging like a pathetic pup.

“Yes, yes, please, Justin—”

His hand pulled from my grip and he slide three thick fingers into my pussy. It made me gasp alive, battering down an all-out scream, as his rough movements brough warm come from my sex. I blinked back spots, the heat dying down, but not for good.

He continued his method for hours, pushing and pulling and letting me fall limp in his lap. I was laid out on the ground by now, horizontal over his legs while he gently worked at my sex, trying to get rid of my heat for good.

I could see his erection building through his pants. He needs sex just as much as I do, the healer mentioning how he couldn’t resist the strong scent of my heat.

He brought another wave of pleasure from between my legs, and I made my impulsive move.

I managed to get my claws out a little, just enough to tear down his pants and freeing his cock. I jumped for it, swirling it around my mouth as I blew my mate like never before.

He was too lost in the feeling of my mouth to push me back. I couldn’t help it, the taste alone of his erection on my tongue making my heat settle for a little bit. I yearned for this curse to end, but I also dreamed of his come in my throat.

“Fuck, Helen, we can’t—” he panted, uselessly pleased.

I quickened my pace, swallowing his entire length through my parted lips. He growled.

There was a part of me that was proud. I was so fucking proud I proved him wrong. He couldn’t ignore my heat, he wanted me as much as I wanted him, but I felt his anger in his furious, rough thrusts into my throat.

The guilt came as he did, the sticky and sweet honey shooting through my mouth.

He pulled me up by my shoulders, shoving me clear out of the shower and across the bathroom altogether. My back hit the wall, a bone or two shattering in response.

I blinked worriedly at my mate, shifting Lycan as he stood, watching me through the entire process.

“Justin—”

He roared, furious I had manipulated the situation for sex. My heat is so strong, though, so despicable, that it took my body over during the entire ordeal.

Randy rushed into the room, raging at the scene that has unfolded here. Justin’s Lycan charged for me, threatening to mate me in different forms, and I hissed a breath, my ribs defiantly fractured in that small, fearful movement.

Randy caught my mate and tossed him from the bathroom, screaming nonsensically as he tried to calm him down. He was furious, rightfully so, but the blame for setting Justin off was my fault.

When things settled outside, Justin returned in his mortal form, his eyes angry and red. He scooped my off the floor, my hands still bound in front of me, and pressed me back into bed, soaking wet and shaking from my heat.

He retied my hands without an expression on his face.

“I’m sorry—”

“Shut up, Helen,” he growled. “You knew better and you did is anyways. I know you’re in heat, but that’s not a good enough excuse,” he snapped, releasing my wrists when they were finally tied back up. “You will heal through this curse alone.”

He stormed from the room, leaving me crying in his wake.

Randy worked around the kitchen, pretending not to see me begging for Justin to come back, to apologize, but the heat swelled back in my stomach and I fought that agony next. It was excruciatingly painful, even worse with Justin’s frustration against me.

“Dammit, Randy! It hurts!”

The Beta to my mate only shrugged, looking anywhere but toward me. “I’m sorry, Helen. You know I can’t help you in any way. I shouldn’t have let Justin even go near you in the shower. You ruined the only chance you had to settle your heat without sex.”

“It won’t settle fast enough,” I cried. “My ribs are broken. Please, Randy. Get Justin.”

He shook his head. “No, Helen. You’ll heal eventually.”

I fought the ropes, fought my own mind, and wanted to fight Justin for leaving my side.

I messed up, though. There’s no denying that.

But Justin can’t forget this is Scott’s fault overall—not mine.