Page 59 of Whispered Warnings: Part One

She’s a fucking bully.

“Fucking pathetic excuse for reaper, your family were right to cast you out,” she says.

I am barely holding onto my anger, and then she pushes him.

My fist is flying before I have even consciously thought about doing it. Her nose crunches under my fist, and blood splatters my knuckles as she screams like a banshee, her hands going to clutch her very broken nose. The fact that she doesn’t immediately try to fight me says a lot about how strong, or rather weak, she really is.

“You crazy fucking bitch!” she yells, and my smile widens and my fist clenches.

“I would be careful what you say about Raiden. He may have to give you some respect because of your power level, but I don’t, and I’ll enjoy beating that smug smile off your face. Touch him again and find out just how much damage a human can cause,” my smile widens so that it’s less of a pleasant look and definitely too wide to be anything other than threatening.

I take a step toward her again, but I find myself suddenly airborne and thrown over Raiden’s shoulder. He salutes the still bawling bitch and then turns around, strolling in the direction of the exit. I prop myself up so that I can see the positively dark glare that she is giving us, and then smile, finger waving at her before I flip her off instead, and her glare gets darker.

I don’t bother fighting Raiden to put me down, one because I don’t want to hurt him, and two because I’m pretty sure if he did put me down, I would finish what I started. I’m still pissed at the way she treated him.

We are nearly to where we put the bikes, at least I think we are, when Raiden finally speaks.

“Do you want me to put you down?” he asks.

I shake my head, “Nah, I’m good. I’m enjoying the view.”

His ass looks fucking awesome from this angle.

He chuckles, “Me too.”

Well, okay then.

After a moment, I say, “I’m sorry. I know you wanted me to stay out of it.”

I feel him shrug underneath me, which is a weird feeling, “Don’t be, that was fucking awesome!”

“Oh, thank fuck, I thought you might be mad,” I pause and then add with fire in my tone, “I meant it, if she touches you again, I’ll take her fucking hands.”

Raiden stills and shifts me. All thoughts flee my brain entirely as he lets me slowly slide down his body, feeling all the hard ridges that his clothes are hiding. His eyes catch mine as soonas I’m upright. The fire in them doing things to my body that I wasn’t even aware a single look could do to a body.

My feet touch the floor, but I don’t move back, I don’t want to, and he makes no move to let go of me. My eyes are still connected to his, and I see indecision flash through them as he lifts his hand to my cheek and gently rubs his thumb along my cheekbone. He leans down, bringing his lips close to mine. I close the distance; I have never been good at being patient.

He groans quietly as our lips touch, and he pulls me in closer. The world disappears. All that exists is him and me, and it’s a feeling that I have never experienced before but one that completely consumes me. I feel his magic start to grow before he clamps down it and reigns it back. I get why, we are in public, and he’s supposed to not be as strong as he is. Also, I am pretty much human, and who the fuck knows if I can handle all the magic that will get thrown at me if Raiden lets it free.

I get all of that, still, I wish that he would let loose some of that control. The longer we kiss the more sure I am that he is stronger than I thought he was. The piece of his magic that I somehow have surges forward, and I swear I can see it glow briefly as an image of some sort of string or something flashes through my mind. It only lasts for a brief moment before I get consumed by Raiden’s kiss and all thoughts flee my mind.

Raiden’s tongue licks the seam of my lips, and I open for him, our tongues moving together passionately. Eventually, the kiss slows, and he pulls back, looking down at me with surprise.

Yeah, I didn’t expect that to happen either.

Whoops?

Actually, no, I’m not going to say whoops because that implies that I think that it was a mistake, and while it could potentially cause an issue if I viewed it as more than a simple kiss, I don’t regret it. He’s a damn good kisser.

“I guess that means I didn’t disturb you talking about cutting her hands off then?” I ask because I don’t know how to react to this situation.

He chuckles and shakes his head, “No, it was hot.”

Stepping back, I chuckle, “It’s really good that you think that because violence is sort of my go-to.”

He grins, but his face quickly becomes serious again, “Really, Neith, thank you for standing up for me like that. Her words don’t hurt me, not anymore. Although I will admit learning that Morgan had her baby stings a bit, we were close until she mated, and it wasn’t just my parents telling her that I was too weak. It was her husband, too.”

“Dicks, the lot of them,” I growl, “not your sister.”

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