ASHER
"Don't leave me." The words came out desperate and broken clean in half. "Please don't leave me. I need you. I need you to—" an excruciating sob escaped my lips, and I grabbed tightly onto the bedsheet as another wave crashed over me, and I tore at my clothes.
"Please, Alpha," I begged. "Please make it stop. Please—"
Reed's control shattered.
"Fuck," he breathed. "Okay. I've got you."
He moved to the bed, his hands were everywhere, stripping away my clothes with fingers that trembled slightly at the edges, careful in a way that contradicted everything the darkness in his eyes was saying. Then his own clothes, until there was nothing left between us, and he pressed his forehead to mine and his breath came ragged against my lips.
"I'm going to take care of you," Reed promised. "I'm going to make it better."
"Please—"
