The Change Deleted Scene #03
(This is from the very first edition, where the book was in the first person pov.)
I knew what she was thinking. I had only belonged to her for a day, but I knew. She wasn’t going to get close to me again, not until she could be sure that I wouldn’t be hurt. There should have been great relief that she didn’t want me harmed, but all I could feel was crushing disappointment–as if I’d just lost something special without knowing what it was.
“I’m sorry, Daniel.”
It stung her, the changeling, to say that to me, and my own concern rushed out amid a stiff jumble of secrets I didn’t want her to know. “It’s only scratches. Please don’t send me back. I’ll be more careful.”
But he wasn’t being that now, the sound of his begging was sending flames into my eyes to war with the regret. There were ways… “I’ll think on it.”
He nodded, headed for the bed, and I allowed it, telling myself I could do this much without hurting him. I wasn’t sure I believed it, but later, when he rolled against me in his sleep, I was able to relax in his embrace by remembering the way he’d taken control and smothered the fire. It was something even Baker, my lover, hadn’t been able to do for me, and I drifted off knowing the future now held hope.
I hadn’t wanted her to stop.
It was a shock to realize, and not even the storm’s fury broke through the delighted haze. I…I wanted her. Hidden by the change, she might be exactly what I’d been hoping for. The urge to force her into taking me was another surprise, especially since it wasn’t being used as a defense. I wasn’t trying to soothe her anger, only her pain. How had I come to care for her in only one day?
I knew her. That explained it, but I couldn’t place her if that were true. I thought about her reaction to hurting me. Had I found my loving owner? I’d know for sure when we mated, but I was also watching for those other things I would need. Patience, retraining, compassion… It was a lot to ask and I drifted off hoping my new master was up to that challenge.
Instead of the instant fear when he woke, Daniel met me with a question I didn’t want to answer.
“Why are you waiting?”
There were too many reasons to list them all, but only one that mattered.
“Is it because I don’t remember anything?”
I winced at his accuracy and felt him tense. “Yes.”
“You know that it doesn’t matter?”
He wanted to push it and I willed him to.
“Please tell me?”
I sighed. He’d pushed, but much too easily, and I denied him access to my inner thoughts. “I worry for your safety.”
So did he, I was sure. The change would take over, and I was trying to build immunity first.
“It’s a risk I’d take!”
Daniel was tempting me, I realized in surprise. I’d hoped he might relax a bit without it hanging over his head, but his tone! It said he feared I didn’t really want him, that I might cast him out if we weren’t bonded fully. Would he admit it? Did I need him to? No. I only needed him to be sure it was what he wanted, and after a single day, there was no way he could be. It was too soon.
I started to move from the bed, pain flashing up my spine. And then he tackled me.
We landed with him on top, between my spread legs, and I slammed my eyes shut. I tried not to let his actions anger me, or trigger anything, but I was unprepared for how far he’d chosen to go.
“There are ways, changeling!”
Again, he snapped my control like it had never existed.
With a fast move, I rolled him under me, straddling those lean hips until I could feel his hard heat… And then I rocked. Head buried against his chest, I pleased myself on his body, groaning and shuddering as he held still and let me have my way. He would learn that I was no one to push.
My climax tore through me, and I cried out in release, body shattering in weak pleasure. It would hold me for a bit and give Daniel time to think.
I could feel his excitement as he stayed still under me, but I rose indifferently and headed for the washroom.
“You’re right. There are ways.”
I left him lying there; hating the embarrassment I was causing, but confident in my plans. He had to obey. Anything else might get him killed.
I stayed still until I thought she was busy, and then took myself in hand. I’d been sure she would follow through, and my body was on fire for it. Mentally though, I was relieved, even when I felt her return in time to observe me buck in my own grip and explode.
I opened my eyes to see those solid red orbs staring back.
“That would have done it,” she stated mildly, turning back toward the washroom.
I stored the information for next time. I didn’t understand why she hadn’t used a set of cuffs if she was that worried about my safety, but I wasn’t brave enough to call her on it. However, I was determined to be hers. The Network wouldn’t take me back if this didn’t work out; they never gave away the same bachelor twice. I would be sold to another changeling, and through the last hours, I’d made my choice. Candice didn’t want me hurt, I didn’t need drugs to please her, and she was deadly. There was no one else I’d be safer with once we were bonded. I just had to survive it.