My new therapist looked as confused as hell.
Of course he did!—I was sitting on the floor of the elevator with my legs splayed out, my blouse unbuttoned, and sweat dripping down my chest and into my cleavage.
If this wasn’t a cry for help, then I didn’t know what was.
“Sienna…are you, uh, all right?”
I got to my feet, attempting to ignore the waves of unrelenting pleasure that were still rocking me.
“I’m fine,” I said quickly. “May I use your restroom?”
~Keep it together, Sienna!~
“Yeah, it’s just down the main hall and to the left,” he replied, still looking concerned.
I hurried past him, each step a hazed torture.
I needed to focus on something else…
Well, the penthouse’s entryway was adorned with marble Grecian statues, which looked like they might actually have been imported from the Parthenon.
In fact, his whole apartment was filled with rare art from different eras throughout time.
How had he managed to get his hands on all this?
~I guess being a vampyre has its perks.~
I turned left at the end of the hall and saw the bathroom in front of me, so I hurried inside, closed the door, and locked it.
The haze had spread to every inch of my body. I needed Aiden beside me. I needed Aiden ~inside~ me.
It was all just too much to handle.
I slid down to the floor and took deep breaths.
All I wanted to do was plunge my fingers into my sex and make this go away, but I resisted.
~1, 2, 3…and breathe.~
~1, 2, 3…and breathe.~
~1, 2, 3…and—~
The haze finally started to subside, and with it, my anxiety. But my body felt like it had just returned from war—a war it nearly lost.
That was the last time ~I’d~ put off sex during the season. I came here to get therapy, not create more reasons for needing it.
Konstantin probably thought I was insane.
I stood up and walked to the mirror. ~Jeez~ was I a complete mess. I straightened my clothes, quickly buttoned up my shirt, and tied my hair back in a ponytail.
It would have to do.
I unlocked the door and went back into the hall, peering through different doorways until I found Konstantin sitting in a velvet armchair in what looked to be a study. The room was just as impressive as his entryway.
Art and artifacts adorned the walls, the furniture looked like it could’ve come from Buckingham Palace, and the shelves were lined with hundreds of thick books.
“Have you actually read all of these?” I asked, entering the study and running my finger across the book spines.
“I’m older than I look,” he said with a laugh. “I’ve had plenty of time.”
He motioned to a chair across from him and I sat down.
“Are you…doing better?”
“Yeah, I just ~really~ had to pee,” I said, trying to play it off.
He smiled at me and steepled his fingers. “Sorry for the inconvenience. I haven’t had a chance to set up my office yet, so I’m conducting my sessions from home for now.”
“No need to apologize. This place is stunning.”
There was a moment of silence as Konstantin studied me. It was like he was trying to read me like one of his books.
“What brings you here, Sienna?”
Oh. We were getting straight down to business.
But I felt a bit awkward, uncertain of how therapy sessions were supposed to go. “I’m…I’m not exactly sure.”
He nodded. “That’s okay. There are no right or wrong answers. In fact, you don’t have to have answers at all. That’s why you’re here.”
That made me feel a bit better, more at ease.
I took a deep breath and let it out. “I guess I…I just feel lost.”
“How so?”
“Well, you kind of hit the nail on the head when you were in my gallery the other day.”
He didn’t speak, just listened, so I continued.
“Becoming the alpha’s mate, being thrust into the spotlight, not knowing who my biological parents are—”
“Your parents,” Konstantin said, stopping me. “Tell me about them.”
“That’s the thing…I can’t. I know nothing about where I come from.”
“You have no memories of them at all?”
“None,” I replied. “I’ve tried to dig as deep as I can to find even a shred of memory, but I always come up empty.”
“That must be frustrating.” His tone was sympathetic.
“My birth parents have always been in the back of my mind, and I know I’ve kept them there for a reason,” I said. “But when I became the alpha’s mate, my desire to know who they were only intensified.”
“Do you think that desire surfaced as a result of your treatment by the media?”
I nodded. “When they started asking questions…it brought up all the things I was too afraid to ask myself.”
Konstantin was already starting to get to the root of my issues. I’d let this weigh on me for far too long, and even just talking about it was making me feel lighter.
I leaned forward and looked him directly in the eyes. “You said before that you use your powers to help unlock people’s minds. To find things that they didn’t even know were there.”
“I do,” he said. “But it’s not as easy as that. The process can be a bit…intense. It’s not for everyone. You must be absolutely sure that you can handle it.”
I didn’t want this to hold me back any longer.
I needed the truth.
But was I ready for it? I wasn’t sure.
“I need to get back to the office. But I’ll think on what you said and get back to you.”
***
Right after I hit send on the list for Josh, I felt a strange tingle in my thigh.
It felt like a muscle spasm, but I hadn’t remembered bumping into anything earlier in the day, and I hadn’t worked out in over a week.
I reached my hand down and started to massage the spot.
~Oh no, not again.~
The touch of my hand against my thigh set off an explosion of pleasure that pooled inside my sex and shot up through my core and into my breasts, hardening my nipples and shortening my breath.
Fuck, where was Aiden? Never mind, I didn’t have time.
I flew out of my office and headed for the stairs, steadying myself against the railing as I made my way to the basement bathrooms.
There were no offices on that floor, and since I needed privacy in a hurry, that was my best bet.
I’d thought about taking care of it in my office, but I was scenting like crazy, and it would have taken the whole pack house two seconds to know what was going on behind my door.
The weight of each step grew heavier and heavier until I was sure I was going to collapse on the ground.
Christ, did this staircase get longer?
I stumbled into the hallway and looked both ways down the silent marble corridor. The coast was clear.
But by now my skin was on fire, and all my sensitive parts were pulsating with sensual energy.
I found the nearest bathroom and burst through the door.
“Hello?”
Perfect, nobody was in here, and from the look and smell of things, the whole place had been cleaned less than an hour ago.
I hustled into the closest stall and latched it shut, then scrambled to pull up my dress and push my panties out of the way.
~Fuck, fuck, fuck.~
Spreading my legs, I plunged my fingers deep into my wet lips and moaned at the instantaneous relief.
I steadied myself on the bowl and began working my fingers back and forth, stroking my clit with one hand and massaging my breasts with the other. All while picturing Aiden on top of me, thrusting inside, his lips dancing across my neck.
Closing my eyes, I could swear I was starting to smell him, his musk wafting into my nose, exciting me even more. I sped up my hand, rubbing myself with abandon.
~Yes! Fuck, yes!~
“I can scent you, woman.”
~Aiden?~ My hand stopped, and I held my breath. Was this really happening?
I heard heavy footsteps approach the door.
“Well? Are you going to let me in?”
“You’re going to have to huff and puff if you want that door open.”
“Very well.”
The door was ripped off its hinges, and before me stood Aiden, hulking, veins bulging from his arms.