Page 56 of Chosen
Twenty
JAMIE
Itoss and turn, unable to sleep. I don’t know why there’s a heaviness in my chest but it makes it difficult to breath. This feeling started since Willa had taken me on a tour of the fortress. Now that I think about it clearly, she made sure to point out every single ‘secret’ entrance and exit.
I didn’t know why at the time but like before, I think she was trying to send a subliminal message.
Ayla is still learning the ropes, but she always seems to hover over me like she’s scared for me to be out of her sight. It’s just weird. After the tour however, I notice there are two different Enforcers on guard than the ones who had been there when we left. I don’t know if they had switched shifts, but Willa didn’t seem bothered by it.
She informed me it was best to stay in my room so once again, I’m in my room. At least I know how to use my e-device now. I’ve been watching some old Earth programs that have been entertaining. But even these entertainments can’t distract me from this uneasiness I feel, especially after my encounter with Chancellor Braeden.
He scares me.
Though he’s nowhere near as large and physically intimidating as Draken, but he has a shiftiness in his eyes. He seems like the clever type who spends most of his time plotting so in that way, he’s dangerous.
And he knows about what happened to me at my last assignment. I know on sector 2, I was supposed to face some kind of trial, but I can only assume that isn’t the case here. My crime has followed me and under these new rules, I’m supposed to be executed.
Was that the plan all along? Did Draken plan to get a baby out of me and then have me executed? I shouldn’t be surprised if that’s his plan so why does the heaviness in my chest feel like pain.
Why do I want to cry, and scream and cry some more? I’m not supposed to fucking care about thissuperious.
I lose the battle of trying to get to sleep so I slide out of bed, and pace the floor to my room. The restlessness won’t leave me. I pick up my e device to and press the pad to resume the program I’d been watching earlier but my eyes glaze over and the people on the screen might as well be speaking another language. I toss the tablet aside.
Why can’t I stop thinking about him?
Maybe my mind has conjured him up because I hear my door open and though it’s dark, I would recognize his outline anywhere.
“Lights on.” I give the automated system my command.
He hovers in the doorway, his chest heaving and his clothes wrinkled a lot like the other time he’d visited me. Our gazes lock and I automatically recognize that wild look in his eyes that are not their usual sky blue but amber. They’re wild in appearance with their vertical pupils.
I can’t help but notice the erection poking against his pants, threatening to burst free. “Need you,” he growls before moving toward me in long purposeful strides.
Only moments before I was wondering what it was about this man that made me so weak and yet now, I willingly go into his arms as he crushes me against him and he presses his lips to mine in a hungry, bruising kiss.
He grabs my ass, one cheek in each hand and lifts me up. I shamelessly wrap my legs around and return his kiss. My pussy comes alive as it throbs, needing to be filled by him.
Instead of carrying me to the bed however, he only goes as far as the closest wall and slams me against it, crushing my body between its hard surface and him.
And yet I still cling to him as if my very life depends on it. No matter how many times we’ve come together every touch and kiss from this man is like a brand new experience. He’s an addiction I can’t explain and I don’t want to. I only want to revel in the wondrous sensations only Draken can give me.
My lungs are robbed of air when his tongue stabs past my lips and sweeps inside my mouth, exploring every nook and corner. He then sucks my tongue into his mouth and gives it a nip with his sharpened canine.
I whimper but the pain is brief. His continued suckling of my tongue generates a pulsing sensation in my core. My panties are now damp and my need for him intensifies.
I grind my pelvis against him, pantomiming my desperate desire to be taken.
He rips his mouth away from mine and grips me by the neck, squeezing just enough to stop the flow of air in my windpipe without crushing it.”
His intense stare captures mine.
“I’m no fucking good for you, but I need you so much,” he utters through clenched teeth.
I have no idea what he means nor do I care at this very moment. All I can think of is being utterly and completely consumed by him.
He moves his other hand between our bodies and raises my sheer nightgown above my waist. Then with one swift motion he tear away my panties tossing the tattered cloth on the ground.
I rest my forehead against his neck, taking in the musky scent of him. He smells as if he’d just come from outside mixed with wild animal, yet it wasn’t off putting. In fact, it activated something in me that made me ever more frantic to be one with him.
