Page 49 of Soulmates
We start kissing for real, hard and edgy. He nips my lower lip, bites the tip of my tongue. I’m rocking my hips into him for all I’m worth. The last few days have been so stressful that this, forgetting myself in pleasure, becomes an absolute necessity.
He pivots and lowers me to the bed, pressing himself on top of me. He’s thrusting, I’m thrusting, and this damned sure isn’t going to take long. I swear I’m about to come when he lifts, sitting back on his haunches. I wail in protest.
“What’s wrong?”
“So close.” I can barely get the words out.
He chuckles and pulls his shirt off, unzips his fly. “I want to feel your skin.”
I’m all but sobbing, I’m so turned on. He crashes down on me, and we get to it. No finesse. No grace. Just two men taking what they need from each other in the most basic way possible.
It’s easy to slide out of Sheena’s baggy shorts, and the mesh top is barely there anyway. My skin is covered with cool vampire. His hands on my body are strong and sure. He spits in his palm and reaches down, grasping both of us together.
Yeah, this really isn’t going to take long.
He mashes his mouth against my neck, and for a second, I’m distracted.Will he bite?He doesn’t, but the orgasm rolls me anyway, drawing a yell from me that probably wakes the whole house.
And it wasn’t even on purpose.
He follows me, though his cry is more of an aggressive hiss. Afterward, we lie together, our cum pooled on my belly.
“Nothing makes sense,” he murmurs, nuzzling my ear.
I flinch. “Ticklish.”
“Sorry.”
I stroke his shoulder, scratch lightly down his arm. Comfort given, and comfort taken.
“I mean,” he continues, “why the secrecy? Why the mystery? Why not just be honest?”
I’m not the guy to answer those questions, but I do my best. “For what it’s worth, I think he’s telling the truth.” Because of course this is about Connor. I snuggle in closer. “He was trying to keep you safe.”
“Yeah.”
Dawn is a cold gray shadow on the eastern edge of the sky. I sense the shift in the light, the change in color behind the blackout curtains. “You guys need to talk,” I say. “Because for sure there’s unfinished business between you, and I don’t want to interfere with that.”
Look how noble I am, falling right on that sword.
He pulls me tight to his chest. “Right now, it’s all about you, puppy. It’s all about you.”
He’s either lying to himself or to me. But he’s lying.
Chapter Seventeen
BEFORE I GET out of bed, I engage in some petty theft. My burner phone is lying in the pocket of a pair of shredded jeans from the last time I shifted. Somewhere near a Nazi compound? I need to google that and make sure Tony wasn’t pulling my leg. At any rate, I swipe his burner and sneak out of the bedroom.
I want to text my sister and tell her I’m alive. I’m pretty sure it’s a bad idea, because clearly there are problems in the pack. On the other hand, I’m closer to Abby than anyone else. She’s not the conniving type.
Locking myself in the bathroom, I send a four-word text.It’s David. I’m okay.I can’t resist taking another shower, and by the time I get out, there are three messages from her. I struggle over how to answer. I could say I’m still in LA, but I don’t want to give my location away. I could say I’ll be home soon, but I don’t know that’s true. I could make some shit up, to lie.
But…not to Abby.
I end up begging her not to worry and leave the bathroom.
The front rooms are dark, their windows covered with wooden louvers. The smell of coffee tugs me into the kitchen. Yellow checkered curtains, white subway tile, and linoleum are way too cheerful for a six-foot Amazon who looks like she just went a dozen rounds in an MMA ring.
And Connor, whose pale complexion would make a vampire look healthy.
