in her lungs. Her body shook as he pulled her close. He freely opened
the connection, letting her feel the relief flooding his body. She
started to cry and turned over to clutch at him. Her arms wound
around his chest. She sobbed into him.
Beck stroked her hair and rocked with her. He closed his eyes and
held her close. She was alive. That was all he could ask for.
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Sophie Oak
Chapter Eight
Meg was still shivering hours later as she sat in Beck’s lap atop
Sweeney’s great back. Beck had spoken very little. It seemed like a
good thing to let him stew at the time, but it had been many miles
since he said a word. Meg was getting tired of the silence.
After the incident with the homicidal water horse, Beck had taken
her back to camp and warmed her up. He’d carefully laid her wet
clothes by the fire to dry. He cleaned and cooked a couple of rabbits
and forced her to eat. He’d lain under the blankets with her until he
was satisfied she wouldn’t die from the cold. Then he’d given her
back the dry clothes and packed up their camp. He’d said all of ten
words to her, most of them commands. The silence was becoming a
little unbearable.
She’d done the only thing she knew to do. If she was staying with
him, then she needed to start training him. Sure, it usually went the
other way. The submissive got trained by the Dom, but Meg had
decided that her Dom was a dumbass, and things would work
differently with them. She’d never actually gotten those books she
ordered off the internet, so she was on her own. She would have to let
her instincts guide her.
Everything she had said or done had been very submissive. She
had given in to her urge and let herself cuddle up against him. Even