Page 55 of Awakened Gifts
My body seems to move on its own, guiding me closer, and Jase’s muscles flex, drawing my eyes down the hard lines of his chest and stomach, all of it leading to that detailed V that disappears behind the waistline of his jeans. Beguiled and lost, I barely even notice when he finally reaches me.
His hands roughly grab me by my waist, and he jerks me to him, forcing me so close that I have no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist and lock my arms behind his neck. His kiss is as bruising and demanding as his hold, but it feels so good.
His tongue sweeps into my mouth, claiming me as he growls low in his throat. I hear mutters behind us before cars start to leave, and Jase starts carrying me away. My fingers tangle in his hair as his hold gets even tighter, more possessive.
A door bursts off its hinges, flaming as it flies by, but I don’t give it a second glance even as Jase breaks the kiss. The bunker he’s carrying me into smells of ripe fruits and gunpowder, and the stone walls carry ambient lighting through a tunnel that guides us downstairs.
We’ve just destroyed all the occupants, so it’s empty and perfect. It’s hard to gauge my surroundings when Jase’s crushing kiss returns, and his tongue… Damn, his tongue moves in all the right ways, twisting and turning with mine as he fucks me with his mouth.
My legs tighten in response, and his growl rumbles in his chest. I don’t react when he tosses me to a bed, because he’s all I can see or care about right now. It’s maddening, exciting, fascinating, and enlightening all at once.
My black gown isn’t pulled over my head or brushed off me delicately. Jase shreds it as he drops to my body, and then he grabs both of my hands and pins them above my head with one of his as he kisses me even harder.
My breathing becomes erratic as my excitement builds, each of my nerves on high alert and anticipating his touch. I hear the shredding of fabric, but I’m bare beneath him, so I know it has to be his pants.
Then I feel his bare body nestling between my legs as he continues to rule my mouth with his. Everything else fades, leaving just the two of us in this moment, and he growls once more as he thrusts in hard, claiming me as his once and for all.
It’s only just shy of painful, and my body bows as I cry out. Then I feel the strike on my shoulder, the erotic venom following the sting and turning it into a fire of desire. I moan while bringing his lips closer, begging him to take more. It all feels so good, almost too good.
His hips continue to thrash against mine, and my heart pounds as hard against my chest as he’s pounding into me. He grabs my hair as he abandons my shoulder, and he pulls my head towards his chest, prompting me to do what he knows I want to.
With the violent motions of our bodies, it’s hard to unsheathe my blood bringers and hit my mark, but I manage to strike his chest and latch on. His growl turns into a moan, and then almost a howl, as my body burns with the new blood and lustfully perfect burn. I release his flesh so that I can revel in the feel of our blood joining in erotic unison.
When he quickens and deepens his strokes, I fall over the edge, losing myself in the madness as I call out his name. Explosions detonate behind my eyelids, and I feel the powerful release tingling through every part of my body, down to the tips of my toes. Everything on me tries to curl, but his demanding assault isn’t over, promising me there’s so much more to come.
His forceful thrusts could almost kill a normal hybrid. Thank God I’m not normal, because I love it, even if my entire body is too sensitive right now. I start to feel the build, knowing this one is going to rip me apart, and when it comes, my body actually shakes and jerks under his, forcing him to hold me down as he continues to push deep inside me with an unrelenting rhythm.
Just when I don’t think I can take anymore, he thrusts in harder and stills himself at the deepest point. The animalistic sound that carries through the room almost sets me off again, but not as much as the look on his face.
He’s still savage, still hungry, and still desperate for more of me. This is going to take a while.
I can’t help but smile.
Chapter 18
ARIA
I’ll never walk again. Scratch that; I’ll never walk normal again.
I’ve heard of savage romps with counters, and I’ve always dreamed of having my own, but after experiencing it firsthand… Well, I have nothing bad to say at all. Other than the timing is terrible.
I’ve never felt so thoroughly sated and sore in all my life, and it feels absolutely amazing. Jase was still savage when he finally passed out two days ago, and he’s been asleep since then. I haven’t moved, considering he has a death-grip on me.
I’ve heard chatter on the surface, so I know some of the United and possibly our friends are up there, but they’re keeping their voices almost muted when they talk. I imagine there are tents set up, along with guarded perimeters around us. Everyone is probably anxious to see us, and even more anxious to start plotting out a plan for Alice.
Jase stirs just slightly, his arms around me tightening as his hair tickles my cheek. I turn what little bit I can, and manage to get my leg across his hip while pushing my fingers through his hair. If he wakes up still savage, I’m so fucked—literally and figuratively.
He’s my counter. I still haven’t wrapped my mind around it, but I know somehow my own savage gave me this. She knew I’d never accept Kellan as mine, and she quite possibly knew that Kellan wasn’t as dedicated to me either.
A little groan escapes Jase, and I go still, worried I’m going to see his eyes glowing brightly. But when his eyes flutter open and meet my gaze, all I see are the soft, gentle mismatched blues that are a little confused. At first.
Then realization sets in, and his eyes widen before watering, filling up with unshed tears. I can’t help it; I laugh and hiccup out a sob at the same time, prompting him to lose one of his tears. It rolls down his cheek as a look of pure adoration oozes from his eyes.
Before I can speak, his lips are on mine in a kiss that spills all of his emotions into me. Relief, excitement, ecstasy… All of it pours into me, and my heartbeat quickens to the point it turns into a constant hum.
“I love you,” he says against my lips, pressing his forehead to mine as he screws his eyes shut.
My tears continue leaking out as I pull him closer, and I laugh a little more. His smile grows as he kisses me languidly, both of us exhausted and in desperate need of a shower and food.