His eyes burn with excitement, danger, and desire as the warm stream trails his chest. I hear the impossible snapping of the strong metal, and suddenly I’m on my back against the table as his soft, supple, amazingly perfect lips engulf mine.
I taste the pent up frustration from three years pouring into my mouth, and my hands grip the back of his neck to pull him even closer. My blood bringers retract, but his threaten to emerge from their sheathe to rush the finale that can’t happen.
His erection grinds between my legs, and it’s ungodly tempting to just fuck him here and now despite all of the eyes on us waiting for me to show them how to grill a suspect. Instead they’re getting a lesson in Araya and Hale - the fucked up hybrid counters.
I finally break free from the kiss, and then I push the panic button strapped to the bracelet on my wrist. Just like in our interrogation room, the restraints emerge from the wall and wrap him up to pull him off me. His head flops back in defeat, slightly thudding the wall behind him, when he feels the numerous chains holding him back.
“Damn tease,” he whispers.
I force a smirk, one of composure, triumph, and control, but in all reality, I’m feeling just as teased as he is.
Damn it. I wish Brazen was here to bring me back to sanity.
“I’ve only begun to tease you,” I mock, and my teeth graze the side of his chest that doesn’t have blood drizzling from it.
“Fuck,” he huffs in tortured exclamation, his will breaking under my touch. “It’s Stackham. The name is Stackham,” he quickly releases, and I walk over to uncover the name hidden inside the envelope on the table.
I hold it up for all to see I’ve just cracked the captain of the Seminole, and then I hear gasps ringing out from behind the glass.
I almost gave them a lesson in voyeurism as opposed to educating them on the art of interrogation.
“That was so fucking hot,” one girl whispers, but they don’t know how adept our hearing is at our age.
Newbies.
The glass offers a reflection to show me a twenty-three year old woman at most. The years I’ve lived through stay hidden under my very slowly aging skin. My dark hair sweeps across my chest, falling just below my bra, and the stains of a tortured past etch themselves in every expression and look they can. How can anyone want me with all the scars hiding so close to the surface?
Hale is released from the wall, and he does his best to shrug off the remaining jitters I’ve left him with.
“Thanks. I love a good tease before an important meeting,” he whispers into my ear. “Everybody important within the United will be there, and here I am sporting a very obvious erection.”
“I suppose there’s probably someone here to actually give you a blood fuck,” I snark, my mind finally coming back down from the lustful hypnotizing.
“I haven’t done that, you know? Not since you,” he says so genuinely, his eyes swearing he’s being honest.
I remove myself from the physical contact immediately. It’s too hard to do this. It’s hard enough without seeing him. I swish out of the room to the applauding students, and Hale walks up with forced smile as he joins in on the clapping.
“We have some teaching strategies to run through right now, so you guys will be escorted to the arena to practice your gifts in private and absolute secrecy,” Clay announces to the students.
I cordially smile while walking away, and the breeze stirs when Hale is suddenly at my side again.
“So what was that?” he asks softly, seriousness very clearly pronounced in his tone.
“That was a damn good interrogation,” I joke, trying to veil the truth with humor.
His eyes stare at me expectantly as he steps in front of me to halt my retreat. His hand slides on the wall beside my head, his body inches in closer, and I’m so worried I’m about to kiss him out here… in the real world. In that box it’s not wrong, but out here it would be. Brazen would hate me.
“Hale, I’m eng-”
My announcement is cut short when I see the face that has been missing from my life for two very long months. His pale blue eyes are verging on white, and his light brown hair is a messy piece of delicious artwork. He’s talking very fervently with a group of people when his eyes lock on mine, and in a blink his lips are on mine, claiming me as he completely disregards the hybrid’s eyes still on us.
“Hey,” he murmurs breathlessly through our kiss.
I ignore the pleasantry, my carnal desires bypassing the need for anything else. My hands grip him tighter, tangling in his hair until I can hear Hale grumbling.
“Oh,” Brazen says with an embarrassed grin as he pulls back. “Sorry. I haven’t seen my fiancée in a couple of months.” His eyes dismissively cut away from Hale to turn back to me before saying, “I didn’t know you were going to be here.”
“Fiancée?” Hale asks in disbelief.
