Page 13 of Tainted Gifts
I smile when his hair falls low enough to tickle me as it follows his kissing trail. Then his lips smooth over my hipline, making my breath hitch slightly when I feel what’s coming next.
His blood bringers break the skin, and erotica bursts free through my veins again as his lust-filling toxin burns through me, forcing me to moan.
I can’t believe I’m fucking a guy I can’t see.
Chapter 3
Unveiled
The clock stares at me to remind me of the ungodly hour it has reached. I feel it judging me, rolling its eyes as it ticks loudly in disappointment.
I feel as though I’ve cheated, even though I’m no longer with Jase. I would cover my head and hide here in his underground lair forever if I knew I could get away with it. I’m sure the others will come looking for me though.
My mystery man is asleep - still wearing that damn mask, of course. I stare at the pieces of his face I can see, and my eyes follow the strong line of his jaw where my lips strolled over numerous times in the past five hours I’ve been here.
He seems so peaceful right now. His arm is still affectionately draped over me, and then he moves in closer when he feels my distanced body. His neck is now inches from my lips, and I want to kiss it. I want to feel him inside me again, and that’s without the lingering effects of the blood.
How in the hell can I want a man I’ve never fully seen?
My overly stimulated emotions make it easy for me to want someone though. That’s why I’ve never stayed with most guys past a few nights. It’s also one of the many reasons I abstained from blood fucks.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
In an effort to douse my twisted mind’s plan of waking him up and fucking him again, I sneakily slip free from his grip and fill the vacancy under his arm with a warm pillow.
He fidgets once, but he doesn’t wake. He hugs the pillow tighter, and I smile when I realize he’s doing that because he thinks it’s me.
I shake free from the confusing thought, and then I slip out of the room with my perfectly executed stealth. Considering my clothes are ruined, there’s only one option for me.
I rummage through his bag by the door, and I pull out a button-up shirt to slide on. Then I retrieve my underwear - the only thing still intact - and slide them on as well.
No one will miss this walk of shame, but it’ll have to do.
I sneak down to the garage, carefully avoiding all my spills of blood to keep from slipping. I flick on the light to see at least twenty vehicles, and I huff at the mess of keys hanging up with absolutely no markings that will lead me to their host.
I fumble around with them as I walk over to a car, and I grumble when none seem to fit.
“Those are for another garage I have. You’ll need one of these,” the sexy voice says from behind me, and I jump while squealing to turn and face my masked hero.
Oh damn.
He's now wearing a pair of low-hanging track pants, and he smirks as he walks over to me with another set of keys. He pulls one off, and then he motions to the right of me.
“Take this one. It’s fast, so I know you’ll like it,” he smolders out, and my damn knees wobble.
“Thanks,” I murmur in embarrassment while avoiding eye contact, and he lets a small laugh free.
“Suddenly shy?” he teases, and I shift uncomfortably from side to side in response.
“Not shy, just… isn’t this awkward for you?”
He laughs harder, and then he pulls me to his warm, perfectly sculpted body.
“Not at all. You needed to heal, that’s what you did. You keep forgetting you’re hybrid.”
I roll my eyes for the comment that has only started agitating me worse, and then he tilts my chin up to kiss me so sweetly and squashes my fleeting moment of irritation.
Mmm. He tastes so good.
