His hands tighten around my neck, and he begins pushing against my thrusts. His jaw clenches as his breaths hitch, and the surreal feeling of his body slowly melding with mine is unbelievably and undeniably perfect.
He jerks me to him while keeping his hands closed around my neck, and he begins thrusting harder as my hips stabilize, suspended in the air. My moans are muffled by his mouth, and his need becomes more fervent as he grips me tighter to the point where the arousing lure of strangulation becomes almost more than I can bear.
I scream out, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps thrusting despite my quivering as he releases his choking hold. He lifts me from the small bed, and suddenly my back is pinned against the wall as my legs wrap around him. He thrusts in harder and harder as his lips devour mine, and I cling to the back of his neck as my over-sensitized body shakes against the incredible stimulation.
“I love you. I’m yours,” I whisper, and he still pounds into me without returning the affection.
His teeth start to break the surface of my skin again, but he sheathes his blood bringers and uses his normal teeth to invite the exquisite biting sensation instead. I gasp and moan in unison as the pace quickens to a punishing rhythm, and his lips continue to tangle with mine.
“I love you,” he breathes, and then I gasp loudly as the building inside me releases again.
My hands grip him all the tighter after my second release, and it’s almost painful to feel him still fucking me now. His relentless motion gives me no reprieve until he finally fills me with his warmth.
His coarse breaths rattle against my neck as he heaves for air, and my legs stay wrapped around his waist. He shakes as the sweat dampening his body presses against me.
He finally moves back to the small infirmary bed, and he pulls me into his arms as he collapses to it. His panted breaths continue to pull in the resistant air, and I snuggle against him as my body drapes over his.
“Araya,” he murmurs softly, “I told you not to fuck with my head, baby.”
I smile as my lips stroll over his chest, and his grip tightens on me as I curl around him.
“I know. I’m not. I’m yours if you still want me,” I utter so sincerely, and tears nestle in the backs of his eyes as I rise up to stare into them.
“You’re just under the effects right now,” he strains out.
“I told Brazen I love you. I told him you’re the one for me before I left to come here,” I say to squash the doubts still lingering in the air around us.
He jerks me to his lips, and I feel the passionate relief flowing from his mouth to mine as he clings to me even tighter. A few small tears fall from my eyes as I kiss the man meant for me.
“I love you, baby,” he murmurs through the kiss, and I can’t help but smile bigger.
“I love you.”
His smile mimics mine as he pulls me back to his newly reaffirmed erection. I smirk as my lips begin trailing down to find it, and he pulls his hands behind his head very playfully.
“This is going to be a good night,” he sizzles out, and I smile as I proudly start the game of fuck-and-scream all over again.
Hale’s body lies against mine, in the cold infirmary room we’ve never left. His head rests on my chest as his arms hold me to him. My fingers stroll through his hair as he sleeps, and my mind races for answers I can’t find.
He could have died. He should have been dead, but my blood brought him back.
What is so special about my blood people are willing to kill for it? What will happen if they ever get it? Who the fuck is behind all this?
So many questions and very few answers. An emergent mother, a full blood father, purple eyes, and disgusting memories of my past. Cheyenne has something to do with this, but what? What could that hell hole have to do with any of this?
Hale stirs slightly, and I smile as I stare down at him nestling in closer to me. I’m his again. I’ll be his for the rest of my life. My feelings for Brazen aren’t gone, and I’m sure they never will be, but my feelings for Hale surpass them.
The door cracks open as Clay walks in very quietly, and I look outside to see the night sky in full bloom.
“Hey,” he whispers so as not to disturb Hale.
“Hey, I murmur softly in my blood stained, dry and cracking, leather attire I was barely able to get back on.
“I’m sure you’d like to get out of here. The chief was pretty pissed about Hale being worse off than he knew. He invited him out here, and he feels responsible for what happened. He feels even worse for not having checked on him personally. What happened?”
“Hale said it was delayed exploding bullets. He didn’t know how bad he was hurt until they got him in here. Then We-”
I stop short as something comes to me I should have already figured out.
