I clutch the back of the booth, and I feel his blood bringers sinking into me before the warmth fills me. I look down to see the empty vial dropping and shattering to the ground, but I feel too good to be brought down right now.
“I love you,” I murmur against his lips as I begin fucking him harder, and his eyes widen when he sees I’m refusing to give up my glorious savage high.
“Fuck,” he mumbles against my kiss. “Baby, come back to me,” he pleads.
My blood bringers unsheathe to warn him of the erotic venom to come, and he leans back as I break the skin on his shoulder. He gasps as he feels my toxins releasing, and he jerks me harder against his thrusts as he breaks the surface of my skin again to inject me with more medicine.
“It’s not going to work,” I growl, and then my lips reclaim his as I take control of the rhythm.
He exhales loudly as my movements quicken, and the up and down motion forces him to cling tighter to me. I feel him filling me, needing me, and desperately wanting me. He can have me this way. I’m always his. That’s how it should be.
He jerks me to him, and then I feel my release promising to happen any minute. I pull his hair to keep his face tilted toward mine as the kiss becomes shaken by our gasping breaths.
His body pressing against mine forces the lace to start to tear, but before it can shred, I scream out my wonderful, long desired release. He thrusts in again from under me, and his warmth fills inside of me.
My lips find his again because I want more - much, much more. He pulls me up while standing to his feet, and my legs stay wrapped around his waist. He smirks as his hands slide under my legs to pull his pants back up, but I refuse to release my grip on him.
I feel the backdoor pressing against my back as he pushes it open, and the fresh air slaps us in the face as he swishes over to his car. I hear the roar of the engine before I even realize we’ve sat down, but I don’t care. I’m not giving him up. He’s mine. He’s completely mine.
The morning light glaresin my face, and I roll over in the bed I barely remember getting into. My eyes pop open when I realize Hale’s body is pressed against mine, and he adjusts in his sleep to keep me draped under him.
Holy fucking shit.
I look around, and my eyes catch the numerous empty vials of olophine scattered around on the floor below. It had to have taken at least twenty to bring me down, if not more.
His phone buzzes, and he grumbles as he rolls away from me to answer it. I stay perfectly silent so as not to clue him in on my wakened state. Now that I’ve spent the night thoroughly ravaging him, things are just all the more complicated.
“Yeah,” he gruffly interjects into the phone.
“Thank fuck,” Clay exhales. “You have to find Araya. She’s looking for you, and she’s leaving one hell of a trail behind.”
I cringe as I think of the numerous junk bars I destroyed on my road to Hale.
“I heard about the bars. She already found me, Clay. It was crazy,” he sighs.
“Hale, I’ve never seen anything like it. She had more control, but at the same time she had less. I don’t even know how to explain it.”
“You don’t have to. I saw it for myself. Her eyes were completely violet.”
“And now?”
“I don’t know. She’s still asleep. We had a rather long night. It took me a while to bring her down,” Hale murmurs softly, and I detect a smug twinge behind his remark.
“Holy shit. How many vials?”
“I lost count after about twenty-seven. I’m running low now. I’ll have to stock up when we get back. I’ve gotten all I can get from around here. I’ll debrief you when I get back. It’s definitely a hybrid running things, and he used to deeply intertwined with Cheyenne. I just don’t know all the details of how. Araya was right all along about it being someone who had dwelled there. I still don’t have a name, but I know some of their pickup and drop off points we can stake out. I’ll call you when we’re on our way back.”
“Shit. We need to talk about Araya too. She injected herself numerous times before turning, Hale.”
“Fuck. What the fuck happened?”
“She spoke to Nicholas. He told her about her mother.”
“Damn it, Clay. Why would you do that without me there?”
“Because she wanted to. It isn’t like such opportunities come around that often. I’ll tell you about it when you get back. I’ll tell you this much though, keep her violet eyes hidden. Buy her some glasses or something. It’s the sign of an emergent’s child,” Clay reveals, and Hale’s breath hitches.
“I’ll do whatever I have to. Keep this quiet. No one can know,” Hale almost whispers.
