Page 70 of Poseidon's Trident
I nod reluctantly and let him pull me from the SUV. The hotel we’re at is right on the water and I breathe in the salty sea air. For whatever reason, Mom always steered clear of the sea when we were moving around from place to place, but now I’m guessing it probably had something to do with Poseidon finding us and figuring out who I am.
We walk to a small villa in the back of the hotel and there’s a private beach at the back with a patio. The others are sitting in comfy deck chairs, staring at the churning waves as we round the back of the building.
“How are you feeling, B?” Raven asks. “You scared the hell out of us.”
“Good as new.” I shrug and expect a bite of pain in my shoulder but nothing happens.
“We need to go inside. We can’t let humans see her like this.” Jayden steers me to the glass doors with his hand firmly on my ass, making my skin tingle.
“I put your stuff in the big bedroom,” Raven calls out to me.
“Thank you.” I nod.
Jayden leads me into the bedroom and shuts the door behind us before spinning me into his arms and crashing his lips to mine.
“Fuck, Beth. You can’t do that to me.” He rests his forehead against mine. “I thought I fucking lost you more than once today. Fuck.”
“I’m right here, Jayden. I’m not leaving you.” I kiss him softly, melting into his touch.
I trail my fingers down his back and a shuddering sigh escapes him as he reaches back and grabs my hands, pulling them off him.
“I need to check your injuries, Beth. We can’t do this right now.” Jayden clasps both my hands in his between us.
“I’m fine, Jayden. I’m healed.” I tug on his hold but his grip is firm.
“I need to see them, Beth,” Jayden says.
“Fine.” I yank my wrists out of his grip and rip his shirt over my head.
It’s covered in blood and ichor. We should probably burn that along with my clothes. My own shirt is sticking to my skin where blood poured from me and it’s a little more difficult to get off. Jayden grips the hem of my shirt at my back and rips it down the middle which isn’t so surprising since it’s already shredded.
“Not a single scar.” Jayden kisses my shoulder where the crab gored me.
He steps around me and groans when he sees my back. His lips trail over my neck as his fingers brush over the healed skin there.
“I told you I was healed.” I turn to him and he groans.
“I told you I needed to see it for myself but now I don’t know that I can keep my hands off you,” he whispers.
“What if I don’t want you to?” I ask, turning to him.
“I thought you were angry with me.” Jayden grips my hips, pulling me closer.
“You’re an overprotective, jealous idiot.” I lean in closer.
“Maybe Thad isn’t so bad,” Jayden grumbles. “He has been way more helpful than Draven ever was.”
“See? You have nothing to worry about. He’s been helpful and I have no interest in anyone but you.” I reach up on my tiptoes and peck him on the lips.
Jayden groans and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me in closer. “Are you sure you’re okay? No side effects of whatever blood got on you?”
“I’m fine, Jayden. Other than gold blood pouring from me earlier, I don’t feel different.” I rest my head on his chest.
“Good.” He sighs.
He tilts my head up to meet his gaze and crashes his lips against mine. My arms snake around his neck as he pulls my body flush with his. He grips my ass in both hands as he deepens the kiss.
His hands roam up from my ass and across my back, his fingers trailing over healed skin and leaving tingles in his wake. He skims his fingers along the seam at the bottom of my bra.
