Page 51 of Hot Blooded
She nods. “Yes. Please. Now.”
At her words I release the hold I have on my orgasm as it rips through me, pulsating out as I aim myself at her. I coat her entrance with the white pearly strings. The fervent motion of my fingers drawing some of it inside of her. The sight is enough to undo me. That, and the feeling of her body clenching down on my fingers, rippling and pulsating as she comes undone for me. It’s perfect. There’s never been anything better.
We’ve crossed all kinds of lines, I’m aware of that—but am I level-headed enough to stop this and walk away? Not hardly.
Chapter 27
Tressa
It’s a cloudy day today, but it’s as good as any to prune the roses I’ve been working on. Reign watches me, looking somewhat like a guard with his arms folded across his chest.
“You can help me prune.” I wave the shears at him.
He shakes his head and I shrug. Fine then, more for me. Gardening is my happy place. I can forget the rest of the world exists. It’s meditative. And the connection to nature it gives me, I feel more grounded after. Something about getting up close and personal with the leaves, stems, flowers… digging in the soil, finding the little ecosystem of life that lives here in its tiny own world. A world I’ve created.
“Alastair’s here.” I point to the car racing up the driveway while I wipe sweat from my brow, which effectively results in smearing dirt across my face.
“You have a little, just there.” Reign points at his face and smiles at me warmly.
I laugh. “It’s my new look.” I make a show of posing with my hands on my hips, like I’m a fashion model.
Alastair parks and strides over to us.
“You’re back,” Reign says in a flat tone, clearly less than thrilled with Alastair’s return.
Stacking the spare clay pots I’ve had piled at the edge of the rose hedge, I grab them up to carry them to the shed.
“Let me,” Reign offers.
I shake my head. “Oh,nowyou want to help. You’re too late, Mr. Tryst, I’ve got it.”
Alastair laughs. “You have a sturdy human, brother.”
“Don’t look at my human” Reign growls. He seems more agitated than usual. Maybe he needs to feed. It has been a while. I know he doesn’t like to leave me alone. We’re going to have to figure that out soon.
Of course, he turned me down to be his source of blood… he’s made his position perfectly clear. Numerous times. Not that I’m going to stop asking anytime soon.
Lost in thought, I trip over the curb and fall to the ground, right over my ceramic pots. The clattering is loud as they shatter into thousands of pieces.
I groan and push myself up, blood already oozing from the numerous cuts on my hands and arms. Even the scrapes on my knees bleed.
By the time I think to look at Reign, my heart stops at the sight. His pupils are blown wide, fangs on display, chest unmoving, as Alastair holds him back.
“Get inside, brother. Turn around,” Alastair orders. Reign looks to his brother and then back at me. The moment slows down, and my heart pounds loudly, unevenly. Alastair is clearly struggling to hold Reign back from me.
Those words seem to stir something in Reign that calms him. He takes a step back. Alastair keeps his hands on Reign, pushing him toward the house. They walk like that, Reign back stepping and Alastair leading the way, until they reach thedoor. Reign reaches behind himself, turns the knob, and then practically rolls inside. Alastair slams it closed behind them.
I can’t believe what I’ve just seen. I’m rattled. Alarmed. Hurt.
Alastair returns to me.
“Thank you,” I mutter.
“He’ll be okay.” Alastair tries to reassure me. I sure as heck hope so.
“Why didn’t it bother you?” I ask curiously. I’ve seen Alastair lose control and grab my bleeding finger before, after all.
Alastair laughs easily, lightening the mood, if only a touch. “At this point, you belong to Reign. And he would literally kill me if I drank from you ever again.”
