Page 61 of Revenant

As much as I want to release my cock and rub one out, I refuse to allow my concentration to stray from my guard duties, which is why I sent Gunner off. While he would give his life to protect her, I’m not sure he could control himself if he had to listen to the twins give her orgasm after orgasm and not lose his shit.

A strangled scream comes from the direction of the bathroom, and I’m not even aware that I’m skulking closer until I’m standing in front of the shut door. My head drops to my chest, and I clench my hands into fists to keep from reaching for the knob, desperately trying to rebuild my fractured control.

Footsteps sound from the hallway, and I whirl to face the threat. My body hardens as I prepare for battle, my skin heating until I swear that steam coils up from my clothing. Cocking my head, I focus on the footsteps, easily able to differentiate the tread of more than one person. I inhale deeply, recognizing the scents of Gunner and Ellis.

I’m unsure if I could describe what they smell like if anyone asked me. My brain just supplies one word—family.

I relax slightly just as they enter the room…until I notice their hurried pace.

“They’re coming,” Ellis says, his gaze looking worriedly in the direction of the bathroom. Gunner closes the door to the dorm, then stands guard in front of it.

I don’t hesitate to turn and pound on the bathroom door. “Guards incoming.”

As they scramble to dress, I listen for the guards but don’t hear anything, even with my new enhancements. Not that I doubt Ellis. I glance at him, then still when I realize he’s changed as well. It’s not obvious, like with Gunner and me, but I can almost sense static hovering around him. It’s not quite crackling against his skin, and I realize that it’s not coming from him, but more like he’s drawing it toward himself.

Whatever that serum did to us isn’t natural, and I’m grateful to Rue for still being alive. The only reason I’m not freaking the fuck out is because Rue seems so accepting of the changes. Maybe I should be furious that they fucking experimented on us, but I’m oddly accepting of it.

If this is what’s needed for us to be able to protect Rue, then so be it. We just need to figure out how to control our new abilities and use them to our advantage to escape. Once the doctor figures out what we can do, he will guard against it.

“What are you doing?” I ask Ellis, curiosity getting the best of me.

Ellis blinks in surprise, then a dusting of red colors his cheeks. His eyes are calculating when they meet my own. He isn’t hiding information from me, more like the poor man is incapable of answering without analyzing every angle before he speaks. He’s been the same since we were kids, thanks to his controlling parents. I doubt he can answer spontaneously without blowing a circuit in his brain.

The doors behind us open just as he speaks. “It’s like I can see the electromagnetic waves in the air. When I touch them, it’s like a keyboard, and any information I want is at my fingertips. Different waves show different information. The longer I study the waves, the more patterns I see. It’s like being hooked up to a supercomputer without needing an interface.”

I can tell he’s excited by the prospect and would like nothing more than the opportunity to study this new development until he knows the extent of his abilities. Before I can demand more information, he continues, “One signal is what the soldiers use to communicate. The doctor ordered them to deliver us to him immediately.”

Rue’s face is stricken, but I don’t have a chance to reassure her before I hear the chime of the elevator arriving. We have five minutes, at most. I glance at the rest of the guys and quickly summarize what I know so far. “Whatever we were injected with has changed us. Gunner’s rage has increased, and so has Ellis’ knowledge. Jaceson…”

I look at him expectantly.

“Ghosts.” He answers without hesitation, fidgeting with the cords of his necklace hidden under the collar of his shirt. “They’re keeping their distance from Rue, but I’m able to see and hear them.”

I nod and turn toward Jameson.

“Healing,” he supplies without prompting. “I watched how Rue healed people, and I am able to mimic her to a certain extent. I can still hear the ghosts, but their voices are muffled. I have to concentrate if I want to understand them.”

Everyone turns expectantly toward me, but I’m staring at Rue with concern. She looks sick to her stomach at the revelations. Worried that she will run, I step in front of her, blocking out the rest of the room. I cup her face in both hands so she can’t hide, then take control. “Breathe.”

I inhale deeply, and pleasure fills my chest when she instinctively does as ordered.

“Again,” I demand, watching the anxiety in her eyes recede, and I nod in approval. “Good girl. We don’t have time to panic. The guards are heading down the hallway as we speak.”

She hesitantly places her hand on my chest, and I cover it with my own. Everything inside me stills at her touch, the wildness settling. In normal circumstances, I would do everything in my power to sever that connection, refusing to allow anyone else to have control over me.

Rue is different.

I don’t feel trapped like I would with anyone else.

Instead, I feel like I belong to her.

Strangely enough, I find that comforting.

A content rumble fills my chest, and if I didn’t know better, I would almost swear that I’m purring. Thankfully, the sound is so soft that no one else seems to hear it…then I notice the tension easing out of Rue, and she unconsciously shuffles closer.

My chest puffs up in pride at the side effect, and I quickly catalog her reaction for future reference. I don’t like how thin she is under my hands. While I love her sleek muscles, I miss her lush curves.

My grip tightens when I remember her stepping out of the bathroom with wobbly legs, her glowing face telling me the boys treated her right. James slipped his arm around her waist, his expression a mixture of sweetness and concern, but there is no mistaking his cocky swagger. Claiming her eased something inside him. For the first time, he looks completely content. Even when sleeping, he would twitch and fight the sheets, like he was battling his dreams.

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