Berimond comes into view, and I ease off the accelerator to give the exhausted engine a rest as I roll up to the gate.
“Name?” a man asks while holding a digital pad, and I pop open the console where I thankfully stashed all of my United credentials I didn’t think I would need.
“Araya Crush. I’m an officer of the United, and-”
“I just needed a name, Lady. You can go on in,” he grumbles, and I slump down slightly from the embarrassing misconception.
The hotel is grand. It’s so much bigger than I was expecting. I’ll never fucking find him with his phone off, and these assholes aren’t going to tell a barefoot girl in short pajamas where a captain is staying. I look like a late-night booty call gone terribly wrong. My tearstained cheeks and my skimpy pajamas don’t go well together.
I shrug off the judgmental eyes staring me down as the drunken goons lounge in the chairs because they’re too wasted to find their rooms. The full blood behind the counter rolls her eyes at the half-dressed hybrid walking up.
I hold up my badge and identification while trying to sound very in control.
“I need Captain Brazen Mordel’s room number please. I’m Araya Crush with-”
“Araya Crush?” she chirps in interruption as if she’s surprised.
“Yes,” I murmur curiously.
“Captain Mordel said if you stopped by this week to send you directly to his room without any questions. He’s in fifteen twenty-four.”
Why did I even bother finding my damn credentials?
“Thanks,” I murmur shyly, and she looks me up and down as I walk away.
I’m sure she’s spent the past four days drooling over Brazen, and right now she’s wondering what in the hell he’s thinking waiting around on me. I’m wondering why I ever needed closure in the first place. Brazen was always better for me, and I knew it. I just couldn’t let Hale go. I sure as fuck can now though.
The door laughs at me for how ridiculously pitiful I look, and I glance at the oversized clock on the wall stating the absurd hour I’ve shown up. Sunrise is barely four hours away.
I finally summon up the courage to knock, and I hear the bed inside rustling as he sleepily shuffles across the floor. Butterflies rattle around my queasy stomach. I’m not sure if I’m nervous or excited.
“Someone had better not be fucking with me,” he growls before the door opens, and his perfect pale eyes widen into an awakened state when he sees me.
“Araya,” he murmurs in startled surprise, and I don’t waste a second diving into his arms and pulling his lips down to mine.
He wraps an arm around my waist to lift me just enough to move me inside while shutting the door with his free one. He never moves his lips from mine, and he wraps me up with both arms once the door is securely shut.
“What’s wrong, baby? Bad dream?” he coos, and he pulls back while inspecting my tragically streaked face.
I shake my head, and then I pull him back to my lips while reveling in the cool warmth of his comforting embrace. His lips caress mine too gently, and I push for more passion.
“Talk to me, baby. Tell me what happened,” he soothes while brushing my hair from my face.
“I’m tired of talking,” I murmur, and I pull myself up to wrap my legs around his waist when I finally feel the passion I’ve been seeking.
His breath pours promise into my mouth, and I know he’ll never hurt me the way Hale has. My fingers tangle in his hair, and his cool body mingles with my fiery one as he rips my shirt over my head.
He lays me down on the table in the dining room of his suite, and suddenly my shorts are missing. I don’t want this sweet, soft, love making he thinks I need right now. I don’t want that long, drawn out foreplay that will delay the true release I crave. I want to be ravaged and fucked hard.
“Can I?” I ask while grazing my teeth over his collar bone, and he trembles lightly.
“Yes,” he breathes, and I break the skin to taste his warm blood in my mouth.
The erotic bursts of energy electrify me completely, and his grip becomes savage rather than gentle. His sleek upper body feels incredible beneath my touch, and suddenly I’m being flipped over to face the table as he surges into me from behind. I gasp out my shock, and then I moan out my delight.
He pushes down against my back with one hand while gripping my hip like a handle with the other to maximize his pounding thrusts. Just when I’m about to find my climax, he jerks me back to face him, and my legs wrap around his waist. I start chasing the fleeing moment as I slide my nails down his back, and he bends me back to rest on the table just barely as he holds my body suspended in the air to fuck me so exquisitely hard.
His growling grunts send me into near convulsions. I love knowing how much he wants me, and it feels so fucking good when he’s inside me. I gasp when I get lifted once more and dropped against the bed as he pulls my legs up. His lips devour mine, and I tug at his lower one barely before keeping it between my teeth. His rhythm quickens, and then he thrusts in so hard it sends my body forward.
