Page 26 of The Curse Trilogy

“Just being thorough,” Hale says very seriously while flipping through photos of the attackers before I skinned them alive. “None of these look familiar. I can’t tell from the pictures if they’re human, full blood, or hybrid. How were their movements?” Hale asks Brazen and Clay.

“I don’t know. I was too busy firing at anything that moved to tell how fast it was or wasn’t moving,” Clay sighs.

“Same here. They threw grenades right off the bat, and we were scrambling to get our human companions to cover. There wasn’t a whole lot of time to gauge anything, and the dust stirred too violently to view anything once we were under fire.”

“I saw them,” I say to answer the question he neglected to ask me.

“What were they?” Hale prompts.

“I wish I knew. Some moved slow, some moved in blurs like us, and some seemed to move even faster than us. I never saw any demonstration of gifts, so I’m assuming they are lower on the chain of command. It’s possible we have a species mingle here.”

“That’s impossible. Humans won’t dare mix with our kind outside of the safety of our compound walls. Not to mention, it’s illegal unless you have the right gene. How could there be humans we don’t know about?” Brazen inquires.

“I don’t know, but they didn’t show any speed when my attacks started coming in. The ones that could dodge me made an effort. I think the two species have some how mingled. It’s possible all three have,” I say with intrigue.

“Doubtful. Full bloods usually loathe our kind outside of the United army,” Clay says while in deep thought.

“I suppose it’s a good thing I’m part of the United,” Brazen says with an adorable smirk, and then he takes my hand in his.

“For now I’m going to go get cleaned up. I’m stained in blood, sweat, and death. I need clean clothes and a moment of peace before I can continue this exhausting hypothesis. Call me if you need me,” he says to Clay, and again I feel guilty when Brazen’s arm snakes around my waist.

Hale’s eyes beg me to just leave my full blood masterpiece and come back to his sexy-as-Hale self. I break the excruciating eye contact, and Brazen pulls me to our room I never left.

“You didn’t stay here all week?” he asks curiously when he doesn’t see a trace of me left in the room.

“I did, but I packed this morning. I was planning on going home. I didn’t want to stay here any longer because I knew it was bothering you for me to be here with Hale,” I answer with a half truth.

I was worried about staying any longer with Hale, and now I have to.

“I’m glad you were close by. I was starting to worry I’d never see you again,” he crackles out, and then he clears his throat to rid himself of the unwanted emotion trying show itself.

I rush to him, and my lips are consumed by his as his tongue invades my mouth. I feel his grip tightening, and then the bed presses against my back as he pulls me closer. He flips me over to be astride him, and I stare down into his greedy eyes as I slowly pull my shirt over my head.

His hips grind against me between my shaking legs, and I can feel his fully erect desire. My pants are tight, too tight, and I shred them from my body rather than trying to pull them off. I don’t want to remove my body from his for even a minute. His eyes grow wide, and I’m sure tonight isn’t going to be the slow, sensual sex we normally have. Tonight is going to be savage, unkempt, and I’m going to get fucked.

His hands slide up my legs, and I lower my lips to graze his chest before trailing down his magnificent body. My tongue dances against the remaining fragments of blood, and he groans when I reach the top of his pants. I unbutton the already shattered pants and show them more mercy than I offered my own by pulling them off very slowly.

My lips trail up the inside of his leg, and then the boxers beg me to touch his perfection staring me in the face when I pull them down. My mouth slowly slides over his firmness, and he moans louder when I take it all to the back of my throat.

“Fuck,” he exhales, and my mouth tightens around him even more, while I slide up slowly to continue the teasing rhythm.

My teeth lightly graze his skin as I pull up, and he almost hisses out his pleasure when I move back down. I quicken my rhythm, and he jerks me up when I can feel him about to explode his desire into my mouth.

He flips me to the bed and his mouth covers mine as he breathes me in. The throbbing down below becomes almost unbearable when the head of his erection threatens to rip through my lacy panties in its ferocious appetite for me.

“Take me,” I plead, and I hear the lace ripping between his hands as he slides into me to slowly fill me until I feel all of him harnessing his power inside me.

I moan out as I feel his teeth scraping over my nipple, and then he moves to the other to evoke the same tortured moan from me. His lips move back up to my neck as he thrusts harder into me, and I feel like I’m about to explode.

My teeth threaten to break the skin of his shoulder, and his breath becomes rasp, coarse, and almost needy. I don’t know if he wants me to do this or not, but I almost need a blood fuck right now.

I struggle to refrain from the overwhelming temptation, and his rhythm becomes hastened as each pump thrusts in more pleasure and surreal release. My teeth bear down harder, and the skin almost tears. He moans, and then his mouth covers mine before I do something so selfish. He pushes between my legs that much harder, his hands tangling in my hair.

He slows slightly just when I’m about to explode around him, and I almost lose my climatic moment. His teeth graze my neck, and then I find that release that I thought to have escaped. The walls shiver under my screams, and his body pushes that much harder into mine when he’s unwilling to follow me so soon.

I’m shaking against him as the aftershock of the powerful quake consumes me, and suddenly I feel my body being flipped around as he jerks my hips to thrash against his from behind. His teeth graze over my back when he pulls me up, and one hand cups my right breast while firmly tugging at the same time. He slides back up to grip a fistful of my hair and he jerks me harder as he plows into me with one last thrust for his big finale. We both sink to the bed while panting out our exhaustion from the incredible moment that almost felt too hot to be him.

He’s normally so civil, controlled, and I love that, but I love the savagery too. His eyes have still not opened, and his arms wrap around me to pull me tighter to his shaking body.