Page 92 of Tainted Gifts
Good.
He chuckles lightly before kissing me so softly on the lips, careful not too linger for too long and leave me craving more. He pulls me to him, and I wiggle out of my skirt, kicking it to the ground.
"Really?" he groans, making me laugh too hard.
"That wasn't a seductive attempt," I mutter through my snickers. "I'm hot and I don't want to sleep in a skirt."
He pushes his lips to mine, and his breath slips between my lips, chilling me fro the inside out and making me feel instantly better. I shiver when it's too much, proving I'm getting better finally.
"Need to be warmed up?" he asks, pulling the cover out from under us and draping it around us.
"You read my mind," I joke, making him chuckle lightly.
I yawn, and he stifles one of his own. We slept all the way here, but the night has been exhausting. The sun isn't far from being in view, maybe two hours away.
Jase pulls his right hand up to let his fingers stroll through my hair. This feels so perfect.
"Does it?" he asks in a near whisper, apparently rummaging through my mind.
I nod, smiling my girl grin, and then I curl into him all the more.
"I was worried you'd go to him after the fight," he says softly.
I pull back, seeming confused. "Why would I do that? I told him I love you. I told him it's you I want to be with. Despite the light draw, Kellan and I don't have some magical connec-"
His glorious lips find mine, interrupting my explanation, and then his hand trails down to my lacy underwear. He smiles when I let out a girly moan, one full of frustration. Forty-eight hours? It feels like it's been five weeks already.
"Aria," he chuckles, "you're killing me right now."
I laugh too, enjoying the fact he can still be frustrated even though I did do something for him earlier.
He kisses me, smiling so big, but then we hear screams just before the sound of monstrous howls and deafening gunshots coming from the ajar window.
"What the fuck?" Jase spews, leaping from the bed and rushing toward the window.
I pull my skirt on quickly, wishing I had bothered to bring in my bag full of more suitable fight clothing. Jase has my hand in his within a blur, and he jerks me out the window to join him in the five story drop, landing us directly behind the United firing brigade.
Bullets sound out furiously, striking the air but nothing else, given the silence they're met with. I can't see what's coming, but my stomach churns when I hear another one of those howls.
"What's going on?" Jase asks, his commander hat going on - while it still can.
"Infected hounds just breached the city, Sir," the shaky corporal answers, his hands trembling as he holds his rifle toward the howls. "We started shooting and drove them back, but they're toying with us. They've split up and they're confusing our shots by distancing their howls from their actual bodies, Sir."
"Infected hounds are mindless, vicious beasts. They don't have the brain capacity to launch an organized, clever attack. There must be some mistake," Jase refutes.
"They're doing it, Sir. They're working together."
I almost get sick when a blur of black fur rushes toward us, and gasps ring out when bullets bounce free from their bodies. What the fuck.
Jase spins around, firing his guns uselessly against the indestructible bodies of the savage creatures charging us. They shred through our men with their exposed fangs, slowing enough to enjoy their kill.
My jaw falls open when I see them in stiller motion. They're massive, larger than the usual mutts I've encountered who've been infected. They should be hairless and smaller. Their tails are short and bobbed, their fur is jet black and sleek, and their eyes... oh fuck... their eyes aren't the blood red of the infected. They're... violet. Shit!
"Get back!" Jase yells when he realizes our shooting efforts are pointless.
Streaks of purple lash out, finding the mutts with eyes like mine. Kellan is at my side, pulling me in a spinning motion to keep me from being ripped to shreds by the hound I never saw coming.
He shields me, launching his purple streaks again, striking the mutt and making it yell out in pain. They have a weakness against electricity... like Mom. That's good news.
