Page 10 of Tainted Gifts
My gift flows out, knocking them off their feet, and I scramble to my feet as I dive into the middle of them, slinging up my invisible power and breaking the bones of several.
Hoards of them are flocking in for this full fledged Scorpion attack. We're too far north for this many hybrids to be in one place. Hybrids prefer heat. It's in our nature. Stupid fucking psychos.
With one massively surprising blast, I'm able to knock them all down, killing several instantly.
Hell fucking yes.
I get a dose of my own medicine when a blue ball of energy connects with my stomach and knocks me on my ass. I cry out as the burn of it singes my skin, and I pat out the smoking flames it's left behind.
I start crawling away when my gift refuses to cooperate any further. I don't hear the car until I hear the door open, and I'm worried I'm about to be thrown in a trunk. I stop crawling face the savages standing up and coming after me again.
I fire my guns uselessly at the invincible beasts, and then I smell dark cherry and melted chocolate coming to the rescue just before I see those gloriously, deep-hued purple streaks of energy flashing against my attackers.
The savages scream out in pain, and my mouth falls open from the sheer brute force of his power as the army of invincible mercenaries fold to the ground almost in unison.
Holy hot hybrid.
I feel arms scooping me up, and then I feel the seat of the car I never heard pull up. I wince as the blood rushes from my body, and in a blink he’s in the driver’s seat and slinging dirt up behind the car as he speeds away from my attackers.
His black mask isn’t like his first black mask. It’s another half mask, his perfect lips turned into a serious line as he focuses on leaving a confusing trail behind us. His dark blue hooded sweatshirt doesn’t match for once, and I let a small smirk spread.
“Took you long enough,” I strain out.
He lets a laugh escape, the seriousness of the situation suddenly dulled down by the flakes of humor.
“I was trying to find a shirt to match my mask,” he teases, and then I’m the one to let out a laugh, followed my a shriek of pain caused by my cracked bones.
“Damn it,” he murmurs softly while diving underground through the lifted doorway. “I swear I think you try to see how fucked up you can get.”
The tunnel lights come on moments before we pass under them. I shut my eyes as my headache worsens, and I feel the speeding car barreling through the narrow concrete passage.
“I’m… just… just… just…”
“Shit,” he growls while skidding the car to a halt, and I feel my door opening before I ever hear his shut.
His arms wrap around me, but I don’t move, wince, or even react. I’m in so much pain that my body is shutting down. My head flops back as the weight of what little blood I have rushes to pound against my skull.
My mouth falls open involuntarily, and my eyes refuse to reopen.
“Aria, you have to take my blood. I don’t have any packaged blood,” he urges as he lays me down on something very soft.
I smell his scent all over the soft surface I can’t see, and I’m lost in how tragic this fluffy haven will look, considering my blood loss.
“It’s… too… too-”
“Fuck the too intimate shit, Aria. You’re going to fucking die. You don’t heal quick enough to compensate for the blood you’re loosing,” he scolds, but his voice seems so distant - hollow almost.
It’s as though he’s at the end of a train tunnel, and the train is between us, sounding its horns of warning and drowning out his plea.
I feel something smooth, almost silky, being tied around my closed eyes as my breaths forget to enter my lungs. Then I feel skin pressing against me as soft lips press against my cheek.
I feel breaths panting against me as if words are being spoken, but all I hear is a muffled voice thousands of miles away. Then I taste something so divinely sweet falling into my mouth as soft lips press against mine.
Those lips withdraw briefly, and then I feel them once more as they pour the sweet nectar into my mouth again. I hum out the pleasure exuding and bursting free in my mouth, and then I feel my wounds closing up as a burning, a raging fire surges within me and spirals into erotica.
I gasp as my mind slowly starts to return, and then I feel more wounds closing up as blood… his blood, falls into my mouth more. The burning in my veins becomes unbearable, and the longing for his touch becomes a necessity.
I open my eyes to see the veiled darkness behind the gentle caress of a soft fabric. Then I feel skin pressing against my lips.
