Page 164 of The Curse Trilogy

“I am worried. I won’t let you shoot him just because I’m scared, but I don’t have a clue about what to do in the bedroom.”

“It’s pretty simple. You’ll figure it out no problem. What you don’t know, he’ll teach you.”

“I don’t want him to teach me. That will be humiliating.”

Hale walks back over and rejoins the conversation despite her earlier objections.

“You need to stop thinking of him as any other guy. There’s absolutely nothing you can do that will make him not love you. He’ll enjoy any firsts you have with him.”

I smirk lightly when I accidentally think of all our firsts. Though he wasn’t my first in many ways, there were some damn kinky things that went on after we met that I had never done with anyone else.

“He’s going to have to enjoy a hell of a lot,” she mumbles, and my eyes meet Hale’s.

He comes to stand beside me, and Clay walks over to the other end as Grayson finally summons up the courage to demonstrate his gift. The dummies instantly turn to ash before anyone can even witness a flame. Hale sighs out loudly, and Clay’s mouth gapes open.

“Fuck,” Hale grumbles. “Please let him stay here until he gets the hang of controlling his gift.”

“No. He’s my responsibility now, and it’s late. We’re going to bed, and then we’ll start training early in the morning,” I snark.

“Fine. Where are you staying?”

“You don’t need to know that either. Besides, I don’t even know. Wendy text the room number earlier. I just haven’t tried locating it yet.”

“Tell me where it is, and I’ll show you,” he smolders, and his eyes dare me to step to him.

My lips graze his arm as I seductively move against him, and his whole body tenses up under my touch.

“No,” I say with my chilly tone ringing free, and Clay starts clapping to distract us both as Grayson walks out.

“That was phenomenal. I’m glad you’re being trained by Araya. She and Hale are the best. Hale’s a level seven as well. He can give you control pointers.”

“I’ll stick with Araya. She hasn’t steered me wrong yet. I trust her,” he murmurs, appreciation beaming from his eyes.

“It appears the girl isn’t the only one who adores you,” Hale whispers.

Grayson jerks Angelica to him to deliver an adrenaline pumped kiss.

“I knew how important it was to keep them together. They both know I’m looking out for them,” I murmur softly, and his arms slide around my waist.

“What are you trying to say right now?” he asks against my ear, and I turn to face him.

Before I realize what I’m doing, my lips are tangled in his. He jerks my body tightly to his, and I feel the erotic burst starting to tingle everywhere south on me.

“I’m trying to say this,” I murmur against his lips before deepening the kiss, and he grips me tighter before pulling me out of the room.

I feel a wall against my back and a bulge pushing against me. His lips attack mine with a need I didn’t expect to feel, and he jerks me up to wrap my legs around his waist. He thrusts against me, and I’m ready to rip his pants off him.

“Fuck,” he moans into my mouth, and he drops me from his grip to walk away.

I scramble to scoop up my dignity and what fragments of pride I can find, and I lean back against the wall he had me pushed against.

“What’s going on, Hale? What made you stop wanting me all of the sudden?” I ask in a near whisper, my tears just barely hiding behind my jaded tone.

His eyes look streaked with pain, and he rushes me again to force his passion into my mouth. His hands tangle in my hair, and then they trail down to grip my ass.

“I can’t do this.” He grips his head while starting toward me and stopping again. “Fuck,” he yells as he moves away finally, and then he slams his fist into the wall in front of him before storming off down the hall.

The crumbling remnants of the hole punched still ache from his burst of unexplainable anger, and Clay walks out bemused as he stares at it.