Page 96 of Haunted Prey

When everyone went to sleep, we snuck back to the apartment. I practically had my damn claws in her as soon as we opened the door.

I lifted my head, resting it on the back of the couch. A part of me was tempted to take her out of here and leave. Something in me felt uneasy about joining the others now against Severfalls and Kennedy. I wasn’t one to usually break a deal. I wanted his death, I wanted to see his suit soaked in blood, I wanted Severfalls to burn.

But I had gotten my revenge. In a crazy way, it had cost me. Deep down, I regretted even more that we hadn’t left sooner on the boat.

My need for revenge was waning. But I didn’t want to let the others down. They deserved their revenge too.

The soft creak of the bathroom door opening reached me, followed by the gentle patter of her footsteps. When I opened my eyes, she was standing before me. Every inch of her drew me in, like water to a parched man. Her sheepish little smile only fanned the flames, stirring me all over again.

“Come here,” I ordered in a low, husky voice.

She sank into my lap. I adjusted myself as she curled into me. I took a blanket folded on the arm of the couch and wrapped it around us.

Eve rested her head on my shoulder. “Are you tired?” she asked.

“No.”

“Me neither,” she said. Her fingers trailed over my chest and stomach making my muscles clench. Damn, even her lightest touch got me bad. “This is where I’d make you cuddle me while watching some cheesy movie, but I doubt Micheal gets anything but local channels up here.”

I grinned. “Cuddle and a movie? That would finally send us over to normal relationship territory.”

She laughed. “Finally. No chasing, hiding, locked in a room, or crazy plans to sail to Mexico. Just an old-fashioned date night. Just like I envisioned.”

“You have, huh?”

She chewed on her bottom lip. “Yeah.”

“Something tells me you weren’t envisioning that back at your family house.”

She laughed nervously. “No. More like…at St. Agnes. Not in the beginning, but when we were getting closer and I was starting to…catch feelings.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet.”

“It’s true.” She fixed me with an embarrassed little smile. “It’s weird but I had this fantasy. If things had been different, we might have met in college or even high school. You’d be some hot-shot athlete or artist on the surface, but you were still a bad boy deep down.”

I snorted. “I knew it. I knew you couldn’t resist that even a little.”

She laughed softly. “And you’d have all the girls tripping over themselves to get to you. I’d be one of them, just hoping tocatch your eye. But I was just some wallflower with an obsession for books, convinced I didn’t stand a chance. Until we met at a party, and you couldn’t stop looking at me—while I could barely meet your gaze. We’d fall hard. We’d try to take it slow, but we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.”

Her hand slid lower down my stomach, making every muscle tense. “And you wanted me so bad, you couldn’t stand it.” Her voice dropped to a whisper as her hand reached my cock, encircling it firmly. Her thumb brushed over the head, and every ounce of my restraint crumbled. “And I couldn’t say no to you,” she continued, straddling me as her hand moved in slow strokes.

Chills ran through me, my cock hardening even more under her touch. “I even fantasized that you were my first,” she murmured, her voice dripping with heat. “And that first time, you were slow and sweet. But only the first time.”

I tilted my head back as my eyes locked with hers, feeling her hand work me. “Too bad the drugs didn’t give me the ability to alter reality. I wish that could have been true. Instead, it had to be the other way around. But I wouldn’t change that fact for anything.”

She immediately stiffened. “I…I was your first?”

I didn’t look away from her as I nodded.

“I thought…I mean, you were so... I didn’t think…”

I smirked. “I had a lot of time to read, remember? I learned a thing or two while I was holed up.”

“You never said anything…”

I shrugged. “Didn’t seem like any good time to bring it up. The fact it was you was enough for me. No other time would have been right. I was too lost in myself before you to even think I’d love someone and they’d love me in return. I was too fucked up to believe it could ever happen until you.”

Her lip trembled. “Emery.”

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