Page 43 of Whispered Warnings: Part Two

River nods, “Yeah, I keep getting a stronger scent of what I smelt in the bar.”

“Can you identify it?” Raiden asks.

He shakes his head, “It’s not like anything that I have smelt before, which makes sense since her mother is a kind of supernatural being that is supposed to be extinct.”

“Yeah.” Raiden replies, he looks at Doc, “Don’t worry, it’s probably a one time thing because you weren’t feeling it tonight and your magic probably sensed that.”

He nods, “Yeah, you’re probably right. I’ll start worrying if it becomes a consistent thing.”

Evander nods, “Yeah, I agree. Keep us in the loop but I imagine its stress and your magic as Raiden said.”

The tension has gone from his posture when he replies, “I will, don’t worry. I’m heading up to bed. We’ve got to be up early for the academy tomorrow.”

“Something else that we need to worry about. I think we are all going to need our wits about us tomorrow. I’m hoping that the Draconian team isn’t there,” Evander says.

“I think that might be wishful thinking,” I point out.

There’s a hum of agreement as we all head upstairs.

Neith

After embarrassing myself in the kitchen, I lay in bed for a long time, berating myself before I decide that the guys have probably all gone to bed by now and that I really do need a drink.

Getting up, I quickly pad my way across my room and then make my way to the kitchen as quietly as possible. I try to search through the cupboards as stealthily as possible to find where the guys keep their water bottles.

“Fuck sake, of course it’s on the top shelf,” I mutter as I start to climb up onto the counter. I have absolutely no chance of reaching it otherwise.

“Need some help,” Doc asks me.

“Shit,” I curse, his voice startling me so badly that it makes me jump, and my foot slips off the counter.

Instead of landing in a painful heap, half on the counter and half off, though, I find myself cocooned in Doc’s arms.

“Fuck,” Doc says, looking down at me with his gorgeous eyes, “I didn’t mean to make you fall. Are you okay?”

“That was really hot,” is, of course, what my mouth decides to say. That’s apparently the least of my problems though because, I then realize that my hand is resting on his chest, his very naked and very tattooed chest. “Fucking hell.”

“Neith, I’m going to need you to stop looking at me like that,” Doc says, his eyes flashing gold and his hands clenching where they’re holding me.

I decide to play with fire.

“Yeah? What are you going to do if I don’t, Camden?”

The use of his real name seems to light an inferno in him, and in one smooth move, he has managed to shift me in his arms so that my chest is pressed against his and my legs are wrapped around his waist. He moves, sitting me on the counter, his mouth a millimeter from mine and his hands planted on the counter next to my hips. He doesn’t step back, and I figure that since I have him here, I may as well let my hands explore the defined dips and ridges of his chest and stomach.

His muscles tense underneath my touch, and desire scorches through me.

“Fuck,” he growls.

His lips crash down on mine, and I can’t help the moan that escapes me. Our kiss is hot and wild, fanning the flames of desire as his hands move from the counter to grip my ass, pulling me closer so that I can feel his hard cock straining against the material of his pants. My hands move up his chest and wrap around his neck, holding him to me. He groans, the sound deep and turning me on even more.

Fucking hell.

He begins to pull away before thinking better of it and kissing me again.

When he pulls away again, he mutters, “We need to stop.”

“Why?” I ask and then add, “because of the guys and the team?”

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