Page 44 of Whispered Warnings: Part Two

Camden chuckles and kisses me again before he replies, “No. Because you’re human.”

I frown, my brain clearly not working properly after his kiss because even though I know the answer I ask, “What does that have to do with it?”

“I’m a really strong supe. We all are.” He says, “We’re too strong for this to go further without risking it hurting you.”

“Oh fuck, yeah,” I reply as I resist the urge to facepalm. I know that. “Damn it. Stupid human, not human shit.”

He chuckles and kisses me again.

“I’m stopping,” he mutters as if he is trying to convince himself.

I smirk, “Uh huh.”

Sighing, he steps back again. “Alright.”

Hopping down from the counter I say, “As soon as my supernatural side is out, this is back on.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he grins.

I let my eyes trail over him again, “Damn.”

“Neith,” Doc’s voice holds a warning in it, and I really want to say fuck it, let's test the theory, but I’m not stupid, and it's not safe.

My smile is decidedly dirty as I shrug and walk out of the room, putting extra sway in my hips, aware that he’s watching me.

As soon as I make it up to my room, I let out the most girly giggle sound that I have ever made. That was a seriously hot kiss, like damn. That one is going to stay with me for a while, just like Raiden’s.

I know I should feel bad that I have kissed two of them now, but just like with Raiden, I think so long as I don’t expect any more than just a kiss, then it should be okay. If I start to allow feelings and emotions to get involved in all this then things are going to get messy, they always do as soon as anything that comes close to a feeling starts to stir, feelings get hurt.

It's going to be okay though, because I’m not going to allow any feelings to get involved. I frown, yeah I have to admit that’s going to be easier said than done because I like these men, they’re funny, kind, lethal and hot as fuck.

Shit.

It better be fucking okay because I am not going to allow stupid feelings and my needy vagina to fuck up the first good thing I have had in a long time. I don’t want to go back to being on my own with only Betty for company. Granted, I could see Sully and the others every now and then, but that was pretty much the highlight of my week, and I missed more poker games than I wanted to because of jobs for HID; I don’t want to go back to being lonely, and doing absolutely everything by myself. I can’t. So, I’m going to tread really fucking carefully from now on.

“You’re thinking rather hard about something,” Winston says as he appears on the bed beside me and scares the absolute shit out of me.

“Winston!” I exclaim, “For fuck sake, man, I thought we had been over this. You’ve got to announce your arrival somehow, you scare the crap out of me every fucking time.”

Winston isn’t apologetic in the slightest and even chuckles before he replies, “I’m not really sure how you think I’m going to be able to announce my presence to you.”

I shrug, “I don’t know, send a text or something. What if you pop up, and I’m on the toilet or in the shower or something?”

Winston shakes his head, “I know where you are before I appear. It’s a spirit guide thing.”

I pull a face, “Oh, so it’s alright for you. Anyway, I found out about Asael, oh and I’m sure you know about the voices since you know everything, but according to Sully, they are the voices of the dead, like thousands of dead, and it’s a skill I get from my mother, but he couldn’t tell me what kind of supe she is.”

Winston’s little eyebrows rise, “That silencing spell won’t even allow him to tell you what species your mother was?”

I shake my head, “No, he tried really fucking hard as well. He managed to give us a book, but we’re currently trying to decipher the language that it is written in, and it's taking a while.”

“Well, I think now that you know what you do, I can tell you what your mother was, she is a . . .” There's a sudden burst of power and Winston’s eyes widen, as he tries to speak and can’t.

Just as quickly as it appeared it disappears again and after a few moments where I expect the guys to come bursting through the door, I have to assume that the power was limited to this room only.

“What the fuck was that?” I ask Winston incredulously.

“That was me being told that I can’t tell you,” Winston says, “I’m sorry but even if I wanted to I now can’t.”

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