“Fuck. Stop,” I blare. “I can’t do this yet.”
His tongue explores my mouth more fervently to ruin my attempts to speak again, and he gets even closer to thrusting inside me when I use my gift to pull him off. He slams against the far wall, and disappointment cloaks his face.
“You want me.”
“Yes I do, but I want closure first. I can’t do this to you knowing how I feel about Hale. You deserve more.”
“I just want you, Araya. Damn it. Why can’t you see that?” he growls. “He’s never going to love you the way I do. Why can’t that be closure enough?”
My heart breaks again upon hearing the brutal truth from someone else’s lips. I know Hale doesn’t love me, he told me so himself, but it hurts so fucking much to fully embrace the truth. Hearing Brazen force me to acknowledge it aloud… it’s almost too much.
I look down, reality’s cruelty dragging my eyes away from the pale blues, and then I shake my head.
“Because it’s not enough. I’ve got too much history with him to be left with a cliffhanger ending. It’s just too fucked up as it is. You are too important to me for me to put you through this without knowing if I can really be yours.”
I release him from my grip, and he cracks his neck from side to side before walking over to me with a lesser seductive air.
“I’m not giving up, and you get closer to falling for me by the minute. You’ll be mine again, and I’m never giving you up once you are.”
I look up into his eyes while his right hand cups my face, and I shake my head while huffing out a breath of frustration.
“You’re impossible,” I grumble.
“I’m in love. There’s a difference,” he jokes, and I just roll my eyes while walking over to the kitchen to grab a glass of whiskey.
“Make that two, and make mine a double,” he mumbles while walking with stiff posture.
I stifle my laughter, and he rolls his eyes this time.
“You think it’s funny to see me teased and tormented?” he chuckles out.
“You haven’t ever seen me tease,” I smolder out, and he swallows hard against the whiskey in his throat.
“Damn you,” he gripes, and I let a small smirk escape.
He’s suddenly flying backwards again, and his eyes widen when he slams into the kitchen wall while I stalk toward him. He narrows his eyes at me, and I grin all the more deviously as his pants are opened by my telekinesis.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t teased. Please don’t torture me,” he snickers out, and I drop to my knees right in front of him to almost put my mouth over his erection.
My breath heats the head of it, and I just linger there - almost touching, but just not. The moisture of my breath dampening him sends his eyes rolling around in purgatory. He groans at the sheer torture he only thought he knew. My tongue lightly swirls around it, and then I let my lips trail up his stomach while using my gift to slowly unbutton his shirt ahead of my ascent.
“Fuck,” he breathes out through a strained huff.
I smirk while dragging out the wet trail, and then I very slowly draw back while undoing my own shirt.
“Please fuck me,” he almost begs, and I let my wry grin cock up more before revealing my sexy lace bra.
“No. Now you’ve been thoroughly teased, and you have something to complain about. I’m hybrid. This is how I really am. You don’t know me, Brazen. I’m not the conservative, gentle, soft creature you loved for two years. I never was,” I murmur guiltily, and then I release him once again from my hold.
“I know,” he softly counters. “I’m sorry you felt like you had to hide from me. Araya, I love you without sex. I have to admit, I’m thrilled to know this is how you really are. I want you back.”
I shake my head, and my eyes leave his. I glance out the window to see sparks flying, and I know that sight. Fuck.
“Brazen, they’re shooting,” I panic, and he glances over before darting out the door.
“Fuck,” he growls on his way out, and I rush over to the window to unlock it from its hinges.
I strap my gun and clips to my side, and then I check the ground below to make sure no one is under me. I leap over the side, and I land on my feet to break my heels off. The useless shoes are kicked off as I sprint toward the shots I can hear now that I’m not in the soundproof apartment.
