“Did you miss me?” he salaciously inquires.
“Yes,” I pant with an erotic huff,
My lip almost tears against the blood bringers I never realized unsheathed. His eyes fog over with lust pouring free as he stares into mine. He spins around to jerk me to be on top, his hands cupping my ass lightly, giving me full control for a second. My knees dig into the soft bed as I sit straight up, straddling him, and his hands have to move up to firmly grasp my hips in an effort to add some control to my frenzied rhythm. I pull those controlling hands to my breasts, and his grip is almost too tight when his arousal reaches a new height.
His ragged breaths chill my skin in the most incredibly delicious ways. My heart thuds, stumbles, and drops to the ground to make way for my ecstasy. His body almost trembles between my legs, and that’s damn near my undoing. He grips me tighter when I find his needy point, and then I scream out as I finally find that long desired release I’ve desperately been seeking. He thrusts in one last time before I feel his warmth surging through my body. His pale blue eyes roll back into his head as a moan exudes from those soft, chilled lips.
I collapse to his body, and he pulls me into an afterglow embrace as we both pant into each other’s ears. I’m exhausted - sexually out of shape no doubt given the long drought I’ve been forced to endure.
“I really don’t want to leave without you tomorrow. Go talk to Clay about coming with us,” he breathlessly requests with a hint of neediness trying to hide in the undertones.
I smile as I roll to be beside him, and his fingers trail up and down my back. I kiss his perfect chest that I would love to bleed - a fantasy I’ll never live out. I sigh out, releasing the scandalous image of what a blood fuck with my full blood would be like. I smirk deviously when I see his curiosity for my wild mind gone awry.
“What are you thinking about?” he prods.
I lean over to retrieve my dropped phone from the floor beside the bed. I can’t tell him I’m thinking about what it would be like to let his blood flow into my mouth before fucking him in ways I’ve only ever imagined.
“I was thinking… I already planned on it. I don’t want to be left behind either,” I chirp, and his lips intertwine with mine before I can say anything else.
I giggle lightly as I pull back, and then I nestle into his arms while putting my back to his front.
“What’s up, Araya?” Clay asks casually when he answers.
“I want to go with you tomorrow. I don’t want to stay at the compound,” I blurt out, and Brazen’s lips start strolling over my body to show his appreciation.
I stifle another giggle while Clay sighs into the phone.
“I can’t do that. You know how dangerous it could be for someone to get a hold of you. You know what they wanted from you last time. If someone got to you again… I’d never forgive myself. I can’t lose my best operative and one of my best friends. It’s safer for you to stay here until we can control the situation.”
Brazen rolls his eyes and flops down on his back to stare at the ceiling in disappointment.
“Clay, this should be my choice. I think I’ve earned the right to go out into the field when I want to,” I grumble.
“You’re right. If you were anyone else I would give you that choice, but you’re not anyone else. You’re Araya Crush. We’ve been friends since before we understood the world we lived in. We endured the wrath of what it means to be a hybrid, you more so than me, and then we suffered through change when our aging halted. We’ve seen hell together, and I can’t risk what happened five years ago ever, ever happening again,” he says with such a guilty rattle.
“I’ll be fine. Brazen will be there,” I murmur softly, and then I’ve got my man’s arms back around me.
He no longer cares about Clay’s objections. He just cares about my body being in his arms. His lips stroke my ear, and I nestle in closer while trying to stay focused on my arguing skills.
“I can’t, Araya. It’s just too dangerous. Right now we don’t know where we’re going or what to expect. These people could be setting up an ambush. I won’t risk it.”
I roll my eyes, and Brazen mimics my exasperation while pulling me even tighter into his arms.
“Then at least take Hale with you,” I growl.
Brazen’s jaw clenches the moment Hale’s name leaves my lips.
“I can’t do that either. The Seminole is the strongest compound in our region. That’s due to him. We have several very prominent and important people that will be bunking here until this threat is eliminated. He has to be here to keep an eye on things,” Clay grumbles.
Brazen huffs and pulls his pants on while walking over to the kitchen area to pull out a bottle of whiskey. I feel the agitation growing in me, but Clay isn’t going to budge, no matter how adamantly I beg.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I grouse, and then I hang up before pulling the sheet around me to sluggishly walk to the kitchen area as well.
“He wants the two of you back together,” Brazen dryly remarks out of nowhere.
“My accident really did shake him up,” I softly defend, but I also think leaving Hale behind is part of a reconciliation ploy.
Now that I’ve had my drought thoroughly drenched, I should be okay to be around Hale. He shouldn’t get to me the way he did. At least I hope not.
