Gifted Curse (Curse Trilogy) (25 page)

“Ms. Crush also came by for breakfast,” he says in explanation for my presence, but no one seems interested in my being there as they dig into the huge breakfast spread.

I smile, and he can’t stifle his grin while rolling his eyes.  It’s hard for him to pretend as though we’re not together, and he walks over to almost break the rules when his hand smacks my ass on the way to his room.

My face heats up, but the soldiers are still glued to their breakfast plates.  I decide to see how completely oblivious they are, and I follow him into the bedroom.  His masterpiece body is bare as he steps into the shower, and I strip out of my clothes to join him.

He gasps when my hands slowly slide around his waist, and he turns to grab me up in a steamy kiss.

“I thought we were playing nice in front of people,” he smolders out, and my hand drops to grip the piece of his body that wants me the most.

“I’ll play nice when someone pays attention.  Right now, I just want you,” I seduce, and his lips attack mine.

He grips my wet body to his, and my hair becomes drenched when the showerhead starts drowning me from above.  His lips find mine in the steamy sauna we’ve created, and then I feel him lifting me up to find the back of the shower before he pushes into me.

“You are so fucking hot when you want me,” he breathes.

“Then I must be
so fucking hot
all the time,” I joke, and his eyes dance with menace as he begins his powerful, glorious, and fucking incredible thrusts deep inside me.

My breaths grow ragged almost instantly, and his lips scale up and down my neck while he continues his ambitious rhythm.  I moan slightly, and he covers my mouth with a smile as a reminder that there are damn good ears just outside the non-soundproofed room.

My bottom lip makes its way between my teeth, and he starts pounding into me so hard, I accidentally break the skin on my own lip.  He smirks, and I shake my head at the daring idea that has just sprung to his mind.

He starts to ignore me, but my lip heals on its on, and the drips of expelled blood wash away under the water.  His hips thrash against mine, and I know I’m not far from screaming out my release.

He presses a button on a screen in the shower, and music begins blaring to drown out the noises I can’t help but make when I’m with him.  His lips find mine again, and my legs start shaking against him as he pounds in all the harder.

“Now you can scream for me, baby,” he growls into my ear, and that’s my undoing.

As if on command, I do scream as the feeling of surrealism erupts within, and he thrusts in twice more before filling me with his warmth.

“Fuck, that was so good,” he breathes into my ear, and my lips caress his while I hold onto his body with my legs.

“Then let’s do it again,” I sizzle out, and my lips tangle in his while he struggles to catch a breath.

I feel him grinning into the kiss, and then he shakes his head while pulling back.

“I fucking love you,” he chuckles out.

“I love you,” I say with an amused sort of tone.

“We really have to get ready.  Clay is expecting us to meet everyone in the lobby so that we can fan out and ask questions,” he huffs.

“Let the full bloods ask questions,” I interject.  “It’s not like they’re going to answer ours anyways,” I grouse, and then my lips try to return to his.

“Sorry, but that’s not the way things work in the field.  We’ll have to pair up with a full blood, then we’ll step in to interrogate the hell out of anyone that we feel is holding back,” he smolders.

“So I can’t pair up with you?” I pout, and he smiles almost too big.

“No, but I’ll find you when I get done,” he counters so sweetly, and his lips softly stroke mine before he starts shampooing his hair.

“I can’t be in here while you’re doing all that if I can’t have you again,” I grumble, and his perfect teeth flash, his smile becoming ridiculously large.

“I’ve got to go make sure everyone else has eaten,” he snickers out.

“Let them be responsible for themselves, and you can just be responsible for what I plan to do with you,” I provocatively dare, and then my lips begin their downward journey.

He doesn’t fight as my mouth closes over his erection, and his hands tangle in my hair as I begin taking him to the back of my throat.

“Fuck, Araya.  You’re impossible,” he gushes, and I quicken my pace.

He moans loudly, and I’m thankful we never turned off the music.  His hands tangle in my hair more as he begins fucking my mouth, and my hands cling to his hips for added support as the water slaps me in the face.  Each stroke of him inside my mouth forces our connection to grow.  His passionate desire becoming all the more evident, and his inability to deny me gives me a feeling of power like I’ve never known.

He explodes into my mouth, and I smirk the seductress’s smirk as I swallow and stand.  He exhales very slowly, and suddenly I feel his quickly returned erection inside me as he slams me into the wall once more.

“You damn relentless vixen,” he smolders, and I smile as he restarts his pounding force.

I gasp as his thrusts deepen, and then my body falls forward to push all my weight on him.  He clings to my ass as he barrels into me with a blood fuck forcefulness, and I start to scream just as the song tapers down to an end.

He covers my mouth, and continues to bring me closer to my glass shattering finish.  Fortunately, a hell raising song begins blasting just as I find my release, and I feel my nails scraping his back as I fall limp in his arms.

“Fuck,” he breathes as he finds his release once again.

I smile as he lowers me back to the ground, and then he sits down on the small ledge we should have compensated on.  My damn sex-hungry mind starts thinking of all the dirty things we could do with it, and then I grab the shampoo before my twisted fantasies go too far awry.

“Damn it.  Now you’re two ahead of me,” he pants out, and he leans back to rest his exhausted body.

“We could just call in sick and use the day to let you catch up,” I giggle out, and then I start washing my hair as he tries to catch the air evading him.

“Fucking shit.  I forgot how ridiculously hot it was to be with you.  No wonder Brazen is obsessed,” he breathes out, and I cringe slightly.

“Brazen is a little more… conservative.  It wasn’t like this with him,” I mumble, and then I turn to face the water while lathering the soap on my body.

“I’m fucking glad to hear that,” he murmurs against my ear, and his hands begin sliding down my bare back as he examines my sudsy body.

“Fuck,” he exhales.  “I could spend all day in this damn shower.”

“Then let’s do it.  We’re not going to do anything but hinder the process out there.  Let’s stay in,” I plead, and his lips gingerly stroke mine as he turns me around.

“We can’t,” he grumbles.  “I promised Clay I would stay on task if he let you come.  Don’t make me look like a whipped fool,” he chuckles out.

“So you’re not whipped?” I tease, and my lips stroll over his chest while I await his answer.

“Very, but I’d prefer it if he didn’t know that.  Besides, you’re not wanting Brazen to know what’s going on.  I think it would be pretty obvious if we spend all fucking day doing what we’ve been doing.  We’ll need blood to heal if we keep exerting this much energy,” he jokes, and I laugh a little.

“I’ll use your blood, and you can use mine,” I seduce, and his laughter fades, his eyes darkening in response.

“Fuck you and that incredible dirty mouth,” he sizzles out, and then his lips pin mine against them.

I feel his desire wanting to drop the day’s tasks just so he can stay with me, but he finally withdraws - very reluctantly.

“I’m going to go
try
to get ready.  Will you finish up and join me in the lobby?  Maybe you could ride with me when we leave?” he asks hopefully.

“I’ll meet you, and I’ll
ride you
,” I giggle out.

“Really?” he playfully scolds.

“Fine.  I mean I’ll ride
with
you,” I roll out sardonically.

“You’re welcome to ride me any time you want if you tell Brazen about us,” he offers, and now my playful mood has been heavily doused with his extreme dose of reality.

“I know this isn’t easy for you, but it’s not like I love you less.  Hell, I came and spent the night with you.  Then I forced you into several fucks.”

“Thank goodness for that,” he snickers out.  “I’m still not happy about owing you two.”

“It’s fine,” I giggle.

“It’s annoying.  I feel so inferior,” he says with a goofy grin, and I giggle again before his lips offer me a sweet kiss.

He leaves me alone in the shower, and then disappears from the room.  I smile into the water as I rinse off the incredible morning fucks, and then I wrap up in an oversized white towel when I finally emerge.

I pull my sleepwear back on, and I smile when I see the makeup bag that never made it to my room.  I pull it out, and then I braid my wet hair into pigtails before making my face look presentable.

No one is left in Hale’s room, thankfully, so it’s easy to make my escape without any prying eyes taking notice.  I rush to my room to change clothes, and then I head down to meet everyone else in the lobby.

My tight jeans and flowing white shirt complement my girly hairstyle.  I’ll look completely harmless, and then I’ll tear them down when it’s time.  I smile when I see Clay, and he rolls his eyes at my late arrival.

“Really?  You can’t be on time for anything,” he teases.

“I wasn’t aware there was a timeframe,” I lie.

“You were with Hale.  I know he told you,” he playfully scolds.

“You two are such girls.  I swear you tell each other everything,” I grouse.

“I didn’t tell him,” Hale snickers.  “He just knew.”

His hand trails up my back, and I almost forget I’m not supposed to be showing him public affection when I turn and put my hand on his chest.

“So he doesn’t know about the incredibly long shower you drew out?” I joke.

“The shower
I
drew out?” he scoffs in a whisper.  “I don’t think so,” he sardonically rolls out with an insuppressible grin.

Our fun ceases when I see the sweet pale eyes of Brazen approaching, and Hale stiffens slightly as my hand slides off of him.

“I came to your room, but you weren’t there,” he says suspiciously, his eyes deliberately inspecting Hale.

Fuck.  I used the same damn soap as he did.  Brazen’s smell is unparalleled by anyone.

“I… uh… I”

“She and the other hybrids came to my place to eat.  This colony only offers blood, as I’m sure you’ve already observed,” Hale interjects, and my eyes thank him.

“I hadn’t thought of that,” Brazen says with his unconvinced gaze.

“My shower was broken, so I had to use Hale’s.  That’s why I was late.  He was nice enough to head on and give me his room.  That’s why my hair is still wet,” I lie, and I see Hale stifle a grin.

He walks behind Brazen before turning to give me a wink.

I’m such a conniving bitch right now.

“Oh,” he murmurs in acceptance, and then he takes my hand in his.

“I was worried you were mad at me about last night,” he says too loudly.

Hale’s eyes return to me, and I can see the question he’s wishing he could ask.

“No.  I’m not mad.  Just drop it,” I mumble, and I start to walk away to escape any more slips.

“You looked so incredible, and it felt good to have you in my arms.  I wish you had stayed with me,” he coos, and Hale’s eyes narrow all the more.

“You were drunk, Brazen, and you were sleeping in the hallway.  I wasn’t going to let you stay there all night,” I say to explain to Hale what happened.

He relaxes slightly, and then Brazen’s hand trails up my arm.

“Your lacy underwear has always driven me crazy.  When you were on top of me, I thought I was going to combust,” he smolders out, and my knees tremble slightly.

Fuck.

Hale walks over with Clay, and his eyes are scolding me for my omission of events.  Clay turns his attention to Brazen before speaking.

“We’ll head out in fifteen minutes.  If you don’t mind, I need you to find the full bloods with the strongest ties to this place, and I’ll ready my best interrogators,” he murmurs softly.

“I’ll get on it, Sir,” Brazen respectfully replies, and then he swishes away to fill the request.

Clay refuses eye contact as he leaves me suspended under the scrutinizing eyes of Hale. 
Traitor.

“I guess you forgot to mention where you had been before you came to my room,” he grumbles, and then he stalks past me.

I have to run to catch up, and I tug on his arm to turn him around.

“I’m sorry.  You know I didn’t go there for that reason, and nothing happened.  He was drunk and overly aggressive.  All I did was restrain him long enough to shake some sense into him,” I explain.

“Whatever Araya.  You’re confusing the hell out of me.  It feels like I’m not the only one you want, and I don’t deserve that no matter what I’ve done.  If this is your way of punishing me for fucking up in the past, then you win.  Just leave me out of your twisted plot,” he gripes, and then he darts by me.