Page 84 of Awakened Gifts
“Best wedding night ever,” he says happily, pulling back to appraise me with hungry eyes.
My blood heats to a boil as his eyes darken, promising me a night that will top all others.
“You seem to be in a romantic mood, considering the flowers and candles,” I muse, grinning as his hands slowly slide down my body.
“Actually, I was thinking something less romantic tonight. Something a little more… savage.”
His tone sends shivers down my body just as his eyes flare a brighter blue, and my eyes dilate on command as we both surrender to the darkness we control.
“Savage sounds good,” I say, rewarded by the bruising kiss he attacks me with in an instant.
My nails slide across his bare body as he rips the lace away, and he pounds into me without any warning, filling me and owning my body with his as my legs wrap around his waist. Erotica explodes in my veins when his blood bringers sink in, and my blood heats deliciously. He drives into me with a painful pleasure, and I moan loudly as the wall behind me cracks with each powerful thrust.
An eternity of this will never get old, and I can’t wait to find out just how far we can push the limits.
A century later…
“I can’t believe you caught Hedin by yourself. He’s been a fugitive of the law for over a century. That’s impressive, even for you,” Sierra says, dusting a dark lock over her shoulder as she moves next to me.
Every man in the room has their eyes on her ass right now. All I want to do is roll my eyes.
“And my rich reward is losing out on the trainee selection. Real fair, huh?” I ask, admittedly sounding surly.
“Sorry, H. There wasn’t a lot I could do about it. It was necessary to start the training as soon as possible, and the sooner the groups were divided, the better.”
Sierra is always the one trying to defuse me. But it’s the worst job in the world, because I can’t be cajoled easily.
The quick dividing of cadets was all set up so that Commander Ericson could bring me down a notch. He thinks I’m getting too cocky and reckless, despite the fact I’ve led more successful teams in gathering fugitives than anyone else in the United.
My interrogation skills are unparalleled by anyone on active duty right now. My tracking is only second to one. And my leadership skills might be questioned by the fearless commander, but I get the job done. It’s not about making friends; it’s about saving lives.
“I have to get back to work,” Sierra Maverick says as she sashays away from me.
“Yo, H, how’s it looking?” Grayson asks as I walk toward the new trainees.
Pathetic. That’s how it’s looking.
He jogs up to my side, and I watch as the worst of every class slouches around the circle, none of them looking the least bit ready to train.
“I hope it gets better,” I grumble, looking around at the pitiful assembly of men and women the United has sent me to train.
“How many gifted?”
It’s not the amount of ungifted that concerns me. It’s the degree of the gifted that worries me the most. No one here is over a level five.
“Don’t know. I’m working through their ranks. When’s the commander coming back?” I ask mildly, knowing the students are listening in.
“Soon. He, Aria, Simone, and Kellan are receiving massive awards for all the breakthroughs. Offering all humans immortality without fear of infection seems to be pretty monumental.”
The dry humor actually makes me laugh.
“So I hear. Does Fricks get any of that recognition?”
“When he gets out of prison.”
People are fucking crazy when it comes to love. Glad I wasn’t around during all the madness. I prefer absolute control.
“Captain—”