Page 68 of Awakened Gifts
Chapter 22
ARIA
When my dress is ripped off my body, a small squeal passes through my lips. I’m bare and exposed to his hungry eyes, nothing but my lacy panties barricading me from his naked body. I really shouldn’t be finding him so damn hot right now. But I’m pathetic like that.
I’m torn between being turned on and panicked. We don’t have time for this. There’s so much important shit to do, but the hungry, predatory gleam in Jase’s eyes promises me that I really don’t have a choice right now.
He doesn’t speak. Most savages don’t. Not that they can’t, but they usually don’t have coherent thoughts. They have one thing on their mind at a time, and right now I can see clearly what’s on his mind.
I almost wish I was a mindless drone like the last time. Then I wouldn’t be so torn about what to do right now.
Jase stalks toward me, and every step I take back, he just takes a step forward to close my newly acquired distance. We really have to start practicing safe savagery. This is the second time one of us has had a relapse, and neither time did we bother to even take precautions.
My dumbass self didn’t even bother to grab olophine after we got here. I could be bringing him down right now instead of cowardly backing up and stalling for thought.
The wall. Damn.
The second my back hits the wall, I curse loudly and glare at the door. I might as well give up my efforts of escape. If anyone gets between us right now, Jase might rip them to shreds. It’s safer for everyone if I just—
My thoughts are cut off when an involuntary moan passes through my lips. I look down to see Jase has somehow managed to rip my panties off, drop down to his knees, and now his wicked tongue is doing things to me that has my toes curling and my back arching off the wall.
I never should have looked away. Not that I could have stopped him even if I wanted to. Then again, I do have gifts. Shit. I keep forgetting they work.
Again, my thoughts halt, because the man between my legs has a way of making my mind turn to mush. My hybrid heat steadily grows, singeing the wall behind me when the temperature spikes to a dangerous level.
I grip his hair needing something to hold onto as he ravages me with an angel’s mouth and a devil’s tongue. Oh damn.
My eyes roll back in my head as he sucks and rolls his tongue against my most sensitive spot that feels like a bundle of erotic nerves right now. He’s good at this when he’s sober, but as a savage…
“Jase,” I whisper when his touch gets rougher. His greedy strokes start building an almost painful pressure inside me stomach, and my legs tremble in warning.
My head thuds against the wall when my body tries to buck, but the strong man on his knees holds my hips steady as he owns me with every flick of his tongue. Suddenly, he stops his ministrations, leaving me painfully bereft, and I open my eyes, possibly on the verge of crying. But instead of crying, I squeal like a bitch again, surprised when spins me around.
Before I can process what’s going on, he slips inside me with a hard thrust, sheathing himself to the hilt. My whole body tries to catch on fire as he uses my hips like handles, jerking me to meet his thrusts, and without any warning, an earthquake erupts inside of me. Shattering like glass, his name tears through my lips like a curse or a prayer—not sure which. The release is so powerful that it’s almost painful, and my body tries to slump as I uselessly try to grab onto the slick wall. As a result, he wraps my hair around his hand and angles my head back, keeping me right where he wants me as he asserts his savage dominance over me.
I almost wish I could go savage and repay the favor.
He doesn’t stop or even slow down as he continues to drive in from behind me, and then I feel the sting of his blood bringers on my shoulder blade. I don’t know how he has even managed to fold his tall body down to bite me there, and considering he has me pinned against the wall with my head angled awkwardly, I can’t even turn around to see.
My veins burn even hotter as the erotic venom slithers throughout me, forcing my moans to get even louder. Jase’s rhythm only quickens, and my legs threaten to give out as he pounds into me over and over, thrashing like he’s on a mission to claim me as his counter for good.
When my second release comes out in a garbled scream followed by a litany of curses, he tosses me to the bed, his erection still unsatisfied. Before my back even hits the mattress, he moves with a blurred motion and thrusts in while effectively pinning my hands above my head.
I don’t even know what damn phase he’s in because his eyes don’t dilate like a normal hybrid’s. The blue glows brighter, but it seems tamer than the last time.
I whimper when I feel another building inside me, knowing I can’t keep shattering and coming apart so quickly, or I might just fall into an orgasm-induced coma. My eyes screw shut as I try to hold it back, hoping I can hold out until he finds his own release, because he’s an animal trying to mark me for good. This is even more intense than last time, but his savage seems so much stronger than last time.
When a gasp enters his lungs, I look up to see the blues lulling back to his normal hue, and relief fills me as his punishing rhythm slows, offering me some reprieve from the impending, possibly crippling, orgasm that I was on the brink of having.
He blinks rapidly, almost slowing to a halt as he slowly takes in the room around him. When his eyes drop back down to meet mine, he seems lost and confused, proving just how savage he was. Then when he sees our bodies joined, he slowly starts building up a less intense, but still incredible pattern.
“Damn,” he groans, “sorry.” It’s doubtful he remembers what happened yet, so I’m sure he’s apologizing for being savage. I start to tell him to save the apologies, but then he lets a sexy growl free, releasing my hands so that I can finally move.
He steadies his body over mine by keeping his hands beside my head, and I wrap my legs around his waist, taking him deeper as he sinks in with a delicious sound that rumbles deep in his throat.
My back arches off the bed as a less intense, but still surreal orgasm rips through my body, leaving me feeling boneless, considering it’s my third in a matter of an hour. Jase grunts as he slams into me one last time, his head dropping to his chest as he shudders above me, and I grin as he drops to my body.
His usual cool temperature is gone, and he’s almost burning as hot as me. Our combined heat sizzles against the flame retardant sheets, and he kisses my neck as he tries to catch his breath.