“We got her some blood, and she’s fine now. She told me she confronted you with the blood truth. I swear I never told her, Araya,” Brazen murmurs worriedly.
“I know. She just thanked me for letting you breathe in the sun’s warmth. Apparently Leon blurted out a drunken theory at a bar. He never used my name or the details, but she pieced it together. I promised her the same cure. They’ll all have it.”
“This is surreal,” Hale murmurs while touching my cheeks. “She’s my Araya even though her savage strength is in play.”
“I don’t know how long I can maintain it. It’s hard and it’s exhausting, especially while like this,” I murmur while lowering his hand to my stomach to remind him of our child. “I haven’t eaten in days, and I’m so thirsty. Let’s get to the hybrid colony, and once Clay has a chance to release her from her enslaved state, I can come down. You can bring me down,” I murmur softly.
“Baby, we can find you something to eat and drink first,” he utters so guiltily.
“No. First we go to Gabe’s. The longer I’m like this, the weaker I feel. If I lose control, bring me down immediately,” I softly demand, and his lips consume mine.
“Did he take your blood? Does he know you’re pregnant? Is that why he took you?” Brazen rattles out as if he’s been afraid to speak to me too much.
I lean back from the tortured eyes of my love to face the pale eyes drenched in guilt and dread of his own.
“He did take my blood, but he never studied it. He was trying to get it to blend together with the same enslaving serum he used on Symphony. His plan was to make me his second bride. He’s crazy. He’s absolutely mad,” I explain. “He has his army ready too. I don’t know where they are, but he’s got them stashed away somewhere. That was just his personal safe house to stash me in.”
“He was going to do that to you?” Hale blares while pointing to Symphony.
I see tears edging to his lids, and my lips gently strike his to ease the pain in his touch.
“It wouldn’t have worked. My blood heals… it even heals me. I would have eventually snapped out of it.”
“So many years I spent thinking she was dead, but instead she was enslaved. I should have known. I should have felt her savage if we’re counters,” Clay whimpers while holding his love to his chest.
“Whatever he did to her forced her to believe he was her counter. Her savage called to him instead of her true counter. That’s why she wasn’t strong enough to hold my savage down. I know the truth, I’ve felt the real connection… she hasn’t.”
Brazen’s eyes check mine again, and he still seems confused by my actions toward him despite my savage state. He also looks relieved. I can tell his scandalous mind is hoping our future has an even better chance with me being able to tolerate him like this.
I shake free from his gaze, and my eyes return to the man who makes my blood boil in the most erotic of ways, especially when I’m like this. My lips engulf his as the tantalizing surges strike inside me.
He grips me tighter to him, and I feel his erection slipping free from its harness as his pants lower from my gift. My dress covers us both, and he presses the button to shut the darkly tinted dividing window between the front and back as he sinks into me.
I keep my moans silenced as he slides in deeper until my base meets his. My head pops back as his slow motion rocks me back and forth. It feels so incredible right now. My half savage, half sober state is intoxicated by his very touch. I’ve needed to feel his touch so badly.
My needy grip clings all the tighter as his lips press against my chest while I slowly ride his firm piece of heaven. He grips my ass in one hand while pushing against my back with the other to keep me firmly planted against his perfect body.
A slight crackle squeezes free from my throat as my hips rise and lower against his, and the wet affair going on beneath the dress only quickens as my lips fall over his with more need.
His breaths grow greedy, ragged, and desperate as he clings to me tighter. I feel the days of terror seeping through his skin. His eyes hold guilt for the pain I’ve suffered. Then they darken as he presses those incredible lips against his favorite spot between my shoulder and neck.
He can’t blood fuck me though. He might bring me down by accident, and I might not have this control again. His lips stroll up my neck to shake me from my inner thoughts, relieving me from my concern, and then he kisses me with a fervency when they finally reclaim mine again.
He muffles the sounds I’m trying not to make as they roll into his mouth. Our thrashing bodies continue to collide at an amazing pace while the steady road under us gives us time to revel in our ecstasy.
The rocking of the car forces the tin to squeak, doing more to drown out our torrid sounds escaping. His right hand tangles in my hair, and his other cups and squeezes my ass while jerking me to meet his thrusts. Each time a bump jars us, it only intensifies his deep thrusts.
My legs spread wider, offering him more depth, and he capitalizes by arching his hips to surge in with more power. My lust is only challenged by my love for him. He’s perfect, and we were made for each other.
I grip the back of the seat when my earth shattering moment closes in. I lean down to bury my face against the soft fabric behind us, and it drowns out the noise that would otherwise cue Clay and Brazen in. I gasp as I go weak in Hale’s arms, and I feel his warmth filling me as his ragged breaths pant against my chest.
My lips stroll over his hair, and his softly press against my chest. He needed me as badly as I needed him. A hybrid knows sex. A hybrid needs sex. It’s how we cope with the dark world we live in, and he’s my light at all times. He always has been. He always will be… no matter what I have to do to keep him.
