Page 76 of The Curse Trilogy

“I love you, Araya,” he murmurs against my lips, and then his grinding motion begins as he slides my shorts off.

“Brazen, I swear I’ll kick your ass if you don’t stop,” I warn, and he smiles against the kiss as his hand runs over my lacy underwear.

“I want to show you how I fuck,” he murmurs, and I have to admit that’s pretty fucking hot.

His lips claim mine, and his erection is freed from his pants and digging into my underwear before I can get out from underneath him. I feel the head of it sliding through the lace, tearing it as he threatens to surge in, and my breath hitches in hesitation. I finally manage to knock him off, and then I straddle him to restrain his hands. He grins menacingly at what it appears I’m about to do, and I have to stifle a grin.

I’ve never seen him so forceful, and if he had done this shit when we were together, I probably wouldn’t have been able to leave him.

“You need to sleep this shit off,” I giggle out, and then he pulls me back down to him.

“I’ve always loved hearing you laugh,” he says so sweetly, and his lips play on mine while he grabs my ass to force his grinding motion again.

“I’ve always loved laughing with you, but right now, I need to go back to my room. We’ve got serious shit going on outside these walls. I want you to promise me you’ll stay focused. Stop chasing me for right now, or Clay is never going to let me back out in the field for entirely different reasons,” I grumble, and his hands slide up to cup my face.

“Just stay with me tonight. That’s all I want,” he pleads.

“No,” I exasperate. “I’m trying to be professional right now,” I lie, and I climb off him before pulling my shorts back on.

His lips find my back, and his cold touch feels incredible in the smoldering heat of the room.

“Stay for a little while. Let me show you what else you didn’t know,” he dares, and I have to swallow on one hell of a knot.

“Please stop. If you care about me, then don’t make me lose this opportunity. You know how long I’ve wanted back in the field.”

“Okay,” he sighs. “I’d do anything for you,” he murmurs, and his whiskey breath offers me one last kiss before finally allowing me to leave.

I dash out the door, and shiver off the unwelcome throbbing he has left me with. I start to go back to my room, but then I walk on by and head down the hall. Hale’s room is locked, and he doesn’t come to the door when I knock. I smirk as I use a touch of my telekinesis to aide me in me in my breaking in. The door opens, and I smile when I see my picture sitting by the door.

He brought it with him.

I strut to the bedroom, and I see the sleeping beauty resting peacefully before I climb into bed. His eyes dart open, and then they roll when he sees me.

“Araya, I’m trying to sleep. We’ve got a long day tomorrow,” he grumbles, and then he turns his back on me.

I smile at the irritable hybrid trying to reject me, and then I start kissing his back, my lower lip turning inside-out while it slides up. His breath hitches as my hand journeys around him, and then it heads south to find he’s not very good at hiding his turned-on state.

“Fuck,” he grouses, and then he turns over to jerk me against him. “You’re incorrigible, you know? I really got pissed earlier,” he gripes.

I smile bigger, and my leg curls around him to force my center against his.

“I know. I think we were in the middle of something though,” I provocatively smolder, and his lips find mine without further reservations.

His tongue swirls in my mouth to release the earlier frustrations left behind, and he pulls me to be on top of him. My lips trail down his neck to his perfectly bare chest, and then they travel down farther to his stomach. I remove his boxers with my teeth, and he moans as my lips return to his erection.

“Fuck no,” he breathes, and he flips me over to be on my back.

I smile at his completely erect circumstance, and his lips inhale mine as he rips my underwear off.

“I love you,” I murmur against his ear, and he surges into me to fill me completely after hearing my whispered endearment.

“I love you,” he exhales through gritted teeth, and then his rhythm intensifies my built up frustration from the night.

His body hovers over me to offer me an unobstructed view of himself pulling out and going into my body with vigorous ambition. I have to look away when it becomes too erotic to watch. His teeth threaten to pierce my skin, and I finally pull the back of his head to force them closer.

“Do it,” I breathe. “Please.”

My plead for rough sex is his undoing, and his teeth break the surface while my blood flows into his mouth. The fiery inferno travels through my veins, and the erotic adrenaline pumps through me mercilessly as he begins pumping into me.