Page 11 of Untamed Monster

Onyx

Me

I’ll try it.

Sighing, I locked my phone and set it aside, then wrapped my other arm around Rain, too, hoping Onyx was right. I could cuddle Rain. I could cuddle the absolute fuck out of them, and when they finally woke up, we’d shower as I’d originally planned, then eat and rehydrate.

I could fucking do this.

Seven

Rain

How was it possible to feel both well-rested—literally, the best rest I’d ever had in my life—and feel hungover? I never knew such a thing was possible, but I somehow managed to feel like shit while also feeling… good.

“You awake, raindrop?” Vargas crouched in front of me. He was shirtless and only wearing a pair of gray sweatpants that left nothing to the imagination. It took a lot of mental strength to yank my gaze away from his impressive member to trail my eyes up to meet his.

“Barely,” I managed to croak.

He smirked like he knew exactly what he was doing to me. “You were sleeping hard. Do you even remember me carrying you inside?” When I shook my head, he hummed, nodding. “My brother thinks you hit subdrop.”

I frowned, all while butterflies erupted in my stomach. I was familiar enough to know what subdrop was, and it was possible that was what had happened to me. But it surprised me that Vargas had talked to his family about me.

“You talked to your brother about me?”

Vargas nodded. “Yeah,” he said as if my question was dumb.

My frown only deepened. I didn’t understand. He’d never talked to his brothers about anything… deep before. Vargas never cared about much, and when he did, he kept it shielded.

“Why?”

He cocked his head to the side the slightest bit, and that shiver, which was becoming intimately familiar now, crawled down my spine. He always looked so predatory when he looked at me like that. At first, it’d frightened me a bit, but now, it just lit a spark in me. Because while Vargas was one hundred percent capable of overpowering me and hurting me, I knew he never would. Not unless I consented first.

“Because I thought something was wrong,” he confessed. “And I don’t like it when there’s something wrong with you and I’m unable to fix it.”

My heart skipped a beat in my chest. Vargas would never be the type to give me some grand love confession. Love wasn’t even something he was capable of. But that was pretty damn close to one in psychopath language.

“So… subdrop?” I questioned.

Vargas nodded. “You crashed. I wasn’t gentle with you, and you did submit to me. So fucking easily.” Reaching up, he trailed his fingertips over my cheek before tracing my lips with his thumb. My breath hitched in my throat at his almost tender caress. “So, I cuddled you all night.” Christ, he was killing me. “I’d only gotten up because my bladder was about to burst.”

“You cuddled me?” My throat felt too tight. Tears threatened. It was such a simple fucking thing, but knowing Vargas, a monster to the rest of the world, had cuddled me because he thought it might help, fucking undid me.

“Yes.” He frowned, his brows furrowing. “Are you about to cry? Why are you about to cry?” He sounded so bewildered, I laughed a little, and the sound was watery, even to my own ears.

“Because no one has ever… cared before, and you do, even if it’s in your own weird way,” I confessed.

Vargas stared at me for a moment before doing that little humming thing he did. “I’m not good at this, raindrop, but I’ll try. Because I’m not letting you go, and the least I can do if I plan to hold you captive the rest of your life is take care of you and try to make you happy.”

Was it really holding me captive if I didn’t want to be anywhere else, though?

“I…” What the hell was I supposed to say to that? “I’m going to actually cry if you keep on,” I warned him, reaching up to wipe at my eyes in the hopes no tears would fall.

Vargas nodded and straightened. “Come on. You need a shower, raindrop, and then, I need to feed you. Onyx texted me this morning and told me food is important for aftercare. I’m hours late but…” He trailed off, shrugging.

Better late than never. He was learning, and honestly, so was I. I’d never experienced subdrop before, but he was right. I had unknowingly submitted to him the night before, and then, when I hadn’t had a chance to rest before being dragged to meet his family, where his father had wanted to kill me, my mind had obviously had more than enough.

Sitting up, I pushed the blankets back, then stood. Vargas grabbed my wrist and tugged me after him into the connected bathroom. He turned his shower on, then pulled me in after him. Silently, he began to wash my hair, then my body, and when my cock hardened in his slick grip, he stepped closer, molding his body to my soapy one.