Page 37 of Awakened Gifts
“Focus on me, baby,” the hybrid I’m entranced by says against my lips, and I lose my hold on the man.
Something clanks close by, and the hybrid holding me nods as he continues to carry me. The constant hum of his blood becomes too much, and just as a door flings open, my blood bringers slide down and slice through the skin on his shoulder.
He groans, and his grip on me tightens to be almost painful as I lower my shields, inviting him to bite. I crave it, desire it, want it more than anything as heat spreads throughout my body.
“You’re overheating,” he whispers, and his body temperature plummets deliciously as he pushes his bare chest closer.
His tongue feels like wet, incredible ice inside my mouth, and he starts shredding through the small shreds of fabric that has been left on my body. My blood burns hotter as the desire rips through me and demands attention, and with a wave of my hand, his pants are torn from his body, leaving him bare as he drops to be between my legs.
“I love you,” he says through a grunt as he slams into me, and my body curls to him, starving for more.
I growl when he starts to pull away, and he smiles while pinning my hands against the mattress and surging forth harder. My back arches off the bed, and his punishing rhythm gains speed as he bends to my shoulder.
With my shield down, his blood bringers sink into my flesh with little resistance, and the carnal sound that escapes him almost becomes my undoing. Puzzle pieces slide together as our bodies writhe in unison, both of us claiming each other, and my breath catches in my throat when the veil of confusion tries to lift.
“You with me?” he whispers, groaning when my walls clamp down and a scream tears through my lips.
The man before me becomes more familiar, and despite his chill, a warmness spreads inside me, reuniting me with recognition that I failed to find earlier.
“Jase,” I whisper, slowly wrapping my mind around reality as his pace quickens, driving me toward the edge once again as all my emotions try to collide at once.
My cling to him becomes desperate as the erotic venom continues to flow through my veins. He licks a drop of my blood from his lips, hovering over me as his body continues to own mine, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
His eyes try to roll back in his head just as my eyes screw shut, the pleasure almost becoming painful as another, powerful orgasm detonates and burns through me. I cry out his name, and his body jerks over mine as his breaths come out in harsh spurts. And finally, he stills inside me before dropping his weight to be on top of me, burying his face into the pillow beside my head.
How did we get here? Where are we?
The room is painted red, and all that rests in here is a bed and two tables. The last thing I remember is talking about counters with Simone and Uncle Grayson.
Jase’s lips find mine, forcing my confusion to the back of my mind, and I hold him to me as my legs wrap back around his waist.
“There you are,” he says with relief and a smile in his voice.
What the hell is he talking about?
He chuckles lightly, apparently reading my mind, and he kisses me again.
“Where are we?” I ask, feeling almost drunk as things blur around me.
“’S not important,” Jase says against my lips, pulling me to be on top of him. “Your turn,” he adds with a salaciously suggestive grin.
The venom from his bite still runs through me, though I barely recall being bitten, and the primal urge is stronger than I am as my blood bringers lower. Still groggy, I drop to his shoulder, and he thrusts up as my bite fills his veins with more erotic venom.
Chapter 11
ARIA
Memories—so many scary, shallowly buried memories surface at a painful rate, and my breath comes out in a rush of fear. What the hell did I do?
Everything plays back in my mind, almost giving me a slow, step-by-step playback. Vivid details etch themselves into my brain, ensuring that they’re never forgotten again. And I really wish I couldn’t remember.
I’m officially an off-the-scales psycho. One thing is for sure, I can never go savage again. Never ever.
Jase stirs in his sleep, turning his back on the sunlight that is slithering through the small crack of the curtains inside this tiny room. I glare at him, my lips tightening to a thin line, and then I start slapping the hell out of his back, startling him awake, but my assault doesn’t stop. I continue slapping wildly, making him jerk in response.
“What the hell?” he croaks, his voice rasp from the earliness of my attack.
He lazily throws an arm up in defense, and my glower doubles in intensity as I cease fire.