Page 23 of Tainted Gifts
“Very, but I’m also indebted to you. Whatever your motives, you’ve saved my life numerous times. I just don’t know what angle you thought you were working. I’m not ranked high enough to do you any of the favors you might need.”
“I just need you to make them listen and get me out of here so I can stop running and start helping. I’ve done all I can do on my own. Now I need the backing of the United,” he says in a dull, almost muted tone.
“Kellan, I’m barely a tracker. They just stopped holding my hand. I don’t have that kind of pull.”
“Yes you do, you just have to use your charm,” he menaces, and then he leans back. “Starting now.”
I tilt my head curiously, and then I realize he wants me to interrogate him. He wants me to answer questions they need so it isn’t so obvious he wants to rejoin the United.
Oh crap. I’m thinking!
“Shit,” I murmur too loudly.
“What is it?” Jase prompts through the glass.
I look up to see Kellan’s smile, and then he gives me a wink before motioning to my foot grazing his leg.
“When you’re touching me, your boyfriend can’t read a damn thought in your head.”
“What’s he saying to her? Why are they whispering so low?” Jase demands.
That's actually a really cool trick, one I wish I could duplicate.
“Because they’re kindred spirits,” Mom answers. “She has connected with him the way I failed to. He doesn’t trust us, but he trusts her.”
“Why the hell does he trust her?” he blares.
Kellan looks to be enjoying torturing Jase, and I slide across the table to be in front of him as my legs drop between his.
“Much better,” he says too smugly.
“Not an Arayan?” I playfully retort.
“Not really,” he teases while leaning forward again. “But you can’t interrogate me from way up there. You’ve got to get closer.”
Our whispers continue to escape the ears of the others, and Jase’s rattled, distraught breaths tangle in my ears.
“Get in his lap and ask him about where he’s been,” Mom instructs, but I know where he’s been. I just need to know what we’re after.
Kellan’s smile grows, and I roll my eyes as I play the part and slide into his lap. My legs part as I straddle him more intimately than my mother did, and Jase’s clenched fists grind loud enough to rival his clenched teeth grinding as well.
“Much, much better,” he murmurs softly, letting his breath slide between my lips.
“I need to know about the latest trip you took. What have you been doing for these past few days?” I murmur while letting my lips scale over his.
“You mean when I wasn’t doing you?” he crudely counters, and my cheeks flame their heated touch in response.
“Shh!” I growl, but I know Jase didn’t hear it.
“What’s wrong, pretty girl? Don’t like your boyfriend watching?” his sexy accent releases.
I roll my eyes as my skirt slides up higher, giving him a peek at the underwear hiding underneath, and his breath hitches in response. Suddenly his cool, cocky demeanor is overshadowed by his instant desire.
Go me.
“What’s wrong, Ace? Rattled by a little lace?”
He smirks while leaning his head back.
