Gifted Curse (Curse Trilogy) (24 page)

“Stop,” I assert while pushing him off me, and my eyes dart toward the bedroom door.

“Araya, please stop fighting me.  I know you still love me.  I can see how much this has hurt you, and it’s fucking killing me,” he blares

I know Hale has to know who interrupted our heated session now, and I‘m praying he doesn’t run in to pound Brazen’s face.  Brazen doesn’t want to see Hale’s savage.  It won’t end well if he ever does.

“Why can’t you just let me breathe?” I exasperate, and then I pick up the drink I had abandoned when Hale got there.

“Because you’ll run.  I know you, Araya.  If you don’t fix something soon enough… you leave when it gets too hard to deal with.  I don’t want you running from me.  I can’t fucking think without you, and I’m starting to wonder if I’ve lost my damn mind.  Please, just spend the night with me.  I swear I won’t touch you at all.  Just stay with me for one damn night,” he pleads, and tears spring up to my eyes.

Another knock at my door interrupts this conversation, and it’s all I can do not to scream.

“Who the fuck is it this time?” I grumble to myself, and I swing it open to see the dramatically sardonic expression on Clay’s face.

“I need your help with something,” he murmurs out vaguely.

“Gladly,” I sigh out, and Brazen’s shoulders drop.

“Captain Mordel,” Clay formally offers.

“Commander Jude,” Brazen responds, and he follows us out.  “Do you need her help while she’s wearing a robe?” Brazen suspiciously adds.

“It doesn’t matter what she’s wearing.  I just need her to sift through the files of the hybrids that are and aren’t gifted.  Our cadet list is very extensive, and she promised she would help me out earlier.  I realize now she got distracted.”

I did?  When was I supposed to do that?

“Oh,” Brazen says in acceptance.  “I’ll talk to you later.”

I just shake my head, and then I follow Clay into his room.  He types something into his phone, and then he puts it down while stifling a laugh.

“Not that I don’t appreciate your excellent timing, but I really don’t remember you asking for my help,” I say with bemusement.

He lets his laughter creep out, and then he strolls over to the couch where he has several screens that have dropped down from the ceiling.

“Hale sent me a text from the bedroom of your suite.  He told me to get you the fuck away from Brazen before he walked out ended the charade himself.”
“Oh,” I grumble while blushing fiercely.

“I’m sure Brazen has gone on by now.  You might want to get back to your steaming hybrid,” he snickers out.

“Shit,” I grouse.  “Thanks,” I murmur, and then I sneak back out of Clay’s room while his laughter continues.

Fortunately, Brazen isn’t haunting the hallways, and I dash into my room, not risking a dawdle.  I smirk as I pull off the robe and return to the bedroom, but then I feel my smile fading into a pissed off scowl.  Hale has fled from the bedroom, and all that’s left is his fucking shirt.

This is so fucked up.

I sprawl out on the bed and cover my head with my pillow so that I can scream into it to prevent anyone else hearing my little tantrum.  I pull Hale’s shirt to my face and smell his incredible scent before my eyes become to heavy to hold open.

The air whistles through the crack
of the balcony doors, and I stand up to go shut them, silencing the eerie sound.  It’s late, and I’m not sure how long I’ve been asleep.  I walk over to my door, and I check the peephole to see if anyone is in the hallway.  I sigh when I see Brazen sitting on the ground in front of my room, his eyes shut, his head propped back.  Several empty bottles of whiskey lie at his feet, and I huff as I open the door.

He doesn’t stir, and I squat down to wrap his arm around my neck.  His eyes open, and his drunken stare becomes very apparent.

“I’ve been knocking,” he slurs while staggering around.

“I’ve been sleeping,” I retort, and he starts laughing as though I’ve made some brilliant joke.  “Damn you’re drunk,” I grouse.

“I’m not drunk, I’m still drinking,” he laughs out, and then his whiskey flavored lips cover mine.

“Stop it,” I grumble, and I feel his door behind us.

I begin digging around in his pockets to find the key, but he pins me against the wall more to deliver his kissing assault.  His erection reminds me of how incredibly gentle and wonderful our sex has always been, but I can’t do this.

Having been successful in my key digging attempt, I push him back against the wall to steady him.  I quickly open his door, and then I help him stagger into his room.  His hands grip me tighter as he finds his balance, and he throws me onto the bed before forcing me beneath his body.

“I love you, Araya,” he murmurs against my lips, and then his grinding motion begins as he slides my shorts off.

“Brazen, I swear I’ll kick your ass if you don’t stop,” I warn, and he smiles against the kiss as his hand runs over my lacy underwear.

“I want to show you how I fuck,” he murmurs, and I have to admit that’s pretty fucking hot.

His lips claim mine, and his erection is freed from his pants and digging into my underwear before I can get out from underneath him.  I feel the head of it sliding through the lace, tearing it as he threatens to surge in, and my breath hitches in hesitation.  I finally manage to knock him off, and then I straddle him to restrain his hands.  He grins menacingly at what it appears I’m about to do, and I have to stifle a grin.

I’ve never seen him so forceful, and if he had done this shit when we were together, I probably wouldn’t have been able to leave him.

“You need to sleep this shit off,” I giggle out, and then he pulls me back down to him.

“I’ve always loved hearing you laugh,” he says so sweetly, and his lips play on mine while he grabs my ass to force his grinding motion again.

“I’ve always loved laughing with you, but right now, I need to go back to my room.  We’ve got serious shit going on outside these walls.  I want you to promise me you’ll stay focused.  Stop chasing me for right now, or Clay is never going to let me back out in the field for entirely different reasons,” I grumble, and his hands slide up to cup my face.

“Just stay with me tonight.  That’s all I want,” he pleads.

“No,” I exasperate.  “I’m trying to be professional right now,” I lie, and I climb off him before pulling my shorts back on.

His lips find my back, and his cold touch feels incredible in the smoldering heat of the room.

“Stay for a little while.  Let me show you what else you didn’t know,” he dares, and I have to swallow on one hell of a knot.

“Please stop.  If you care about me, then don’t make me lose this opportunity.  You know how long I’ve wanted back in the field.”

“Okay,” he sighs.  “I’d do anything for you,” he murmurs, and his whiskey breath offers me one last kiss before finally allowing me to leave.

I dash out the door, and shiver off the unwelcome throbbing he has left me with.  I start to go back to my room, but then I walk on by and head down the hall.  Hale’s room is locked, and he doesn’t come to the door when I knock.  I smirk as I use a touch of my telekinesis to aide me in me in my breaking in.  The door opens, and I smile when I see my picture sitting by the door.

He brought it with him.

I strut to the bedroom, and I see the sleeping beauty resting peacefully before I climb into bed.  His eyes dart open, and then they roll when he sees me.

“Araya, I’m trying to sleep.  We’ve got a long day tomorrow,” he grumbles, and then he turns his back on me.

I smile at the irritable hybrid trying to reject me, and then I start kissing his back, my lower lip turning inside-out while it slides up.  His breath hitches as my hand journeys around him, and then it heads south to find he’s not very good at hiding his turned-on state.

“Fuck,” he grouses, and then he turns over to jerk me against him.  “You’re incorrigible, you know?  I really got pissed earlier,” he gripes.

I smile bigger, and my leg curls around him to force my center against his.

“I know.  I think we were in the middle of something though,” I provocatively smolder, and his lips find mine without further reservations.

His tongue swirls in my mouth to release the earlier frustrations left behind, and he pulls me to be on top of him.  My lips trail down his neck to his perfectly bare chest, and then they travel down farther to his stomach.  I remove his boxers with my teeth, and he moans as my lips return to his erection.

“Fuck no,” he breathes, and he flips me over to be on my back.

I smile at his completely erect circumstance, and his lips inhale mine as he rips my underwear off.

“I love you,” I murmur against his ear, and he surges into me to fill me completely after hearing my whispered endearment.

“I love you,” he exhales through gritted teeth, and then his rhythm intensifies my built up frustration from the night.

His body hovers over me to offer me an unobstructed view of himself pulling out and going into my body with vigorous ambition.  I have to look away when it becomes too erotic to watch.  His teeth threaten to pierce my skin, and I finally pull the back of his head to force them closer.

“Do it,” I breathe.  “Please.”

My plead for rough sex is his undoing, and his teeth break the surface while my blood flows into his mouth.  The fiery inferno travels through my veins, and the erotic adrenaline pumps through me mercilessly as he begins pumping into me.

I gasp as the bed cracks beneath us, and he flips me around to be on my knees before pounding into me from behind.  His hands use my hip bones as handles as he jerks me against his thrusts, and then one hand grabs my hair to yank my head back.

He flips me back over to face him, and my teeth sink into his incredible chest to take his blood in my mouth, fueling the fire already burning out of control.  He hisses through his teeth as the divine twinge of pain stings his erotic need, and then his mouth covers mine as shit begins shattering to the ground from my desperate desire.

“Fuck baby, you really want me,” he pants out, and more shit falls to the ground around us as my gift seeps out of me without my permission.

My lips attack his more, and then he thrusts more powerfully to satisfy the undeniable build I’ve been needing.  The shaking becomes more of a quivering as my nails dig into his back, and I scream out my ecstasy for the world to hear when I finally feel the release that has been evading me.

His hand grips my throat and he grunts through his teeth as he follows my climatic response and his warmth fills me.  He collapses to my body, and his lips stroll over mine as he threatens to go another round.

“You’re incredible,” he gushes, and I smile against his lips as my legs wrap back around his waist.

“You want more, don’t you?” I seduce, and a menacing grin spreads over his face as his lips grab mine.

“I love having you back,” he smolders, and his hands grip against my ass as he jerks me to be on top.

“I thought you wanted to sleep.  It’s going to be a long day tomorrow,” I play, and his eyes narrow at my teasing attempt when I lower my mouth to trail back down.

“Fuck sleep,” he provocatively bursts out, and then a smirk spreads over his face as he jerks my body up, and his teeth sink into my hip.

The explosions rumble around, and the fire reignites as the throbbing below claims him once more.

Hale.  Definitely Hale.

“I’m so glad you thought
to bring this much food,” I gush as I sip on the orange juice.

“I always plan ahead,” he smugly responds, and then he kisses my forehead softly before taking the seat beside me.  “I’m glad you came to my room last night or this morning… whenever the hell it was,” he chuckles out.

“Oh really?  You’re glad I broke in and seduced you?” I tease, and his eyebrows dance menacingly.

“It makes me feel like you’re serious about me,” he says more sincerely.

“I’m very serious about you,” I murmur genuinely, and then he pulls me to his body while bringing himself in for a citrus laced kiss.

“Good,” he breathes.  “Because I’m fucking crazy about you, and I always have been, baby.”

I feel the heat reigniting once more.  A knock - imagine that - suddenly interrupts us, and Hale smirks before walking to the door.  I wrap up in his shirt, and then I head to the bedroom to change back into my shorts and tank top.

“Captain Banner, Sir,” a soldier says with a saluting tone.

I smile from the bedroom even though no one can see me.  It’s so weird hearing Hale referred to as
Captain
.

“Yes, soldier?” Hale asks softly.

“Commander Jude said you brought food, Sir, and the full blood colony only has blood.  I was hoping you had some to spare,” the soldier snaps out in military fashion.

“I’ve got more than plenty.  I assumed very few thought to bring more than enough for one night.  Have a seat,” he almost grumbles, and I know he’s a little agitated that we don’t get to have our good-morning-fuck.

“I swish out of the room just in time to see four other hybrids walking in, and Hale’s eyes narrow at me in my skimpy sleep attire I had only worn for minutes when I got here.