Page 22 of Chosen, Eternally
…have loved you since the second I laid eyes on you and can’t believe…
I don’t catch all of it—just bits and pieces through brief moments of consciousness as I come down from my orgasm.
With delicate movements, his hard cock a steel rod against my lower back, James pulls his fingers from my pussy and brings them to his mouth.
It’s filthy and devastatingly hot.
“You okay?” he asks.
I cannot open my eyes for anything, so blissed out I can barely move. Somehow, though, I manage to nod.
“You taste amazing, by the way.” He places open mouthed kisses on my skin, sucking at my neck and shoulder. “Hmmm, but I’d bet you taste better straight from the source.”
“Huh? What are you?—”
Even though I’m the Chosen Protector, and I should have better instincts than that, he manages to pick me up and place me on the edge of the tub, my back pressed against the cold tile, before I even know what’s happening.
“Spread your legs,” he orders, kneeling in front of me in the hot water. “I need to taste you again.”
“But I—Gods.” I fall back on the heels of my hands, my head lolling against the wall, as his tongue swipes me from the very bottom—so close to that tight ring of muscles—to my clit. It’s there where he groans like a man starved, sucking and twirling his tongue as I call out his name, two fingers sunk deep inside me. One of my hands slips into his light hair, grasping, pulling. Holding on for dear fucking life because this man?—
Oh, gods?—
This man is going to kill me, and it won’t be because he’s a vampire.
“James!” I come harder than I ever have before, his tight grip on my hips and thigh only adding to the myriad of sensations his incredible mouth was able to produce.
My pussy pulses over and over again, squeezing his fingers through my release. And I’m so thankful for them. So thankful for this out-of-body experience that has me gasping for air as if I were on the verge of death.
And I love it.
I love him.
“I love you, too,” he whispers into the crease of my thigh while I come down from my high. “I’ve never known something this powerful. I never want to give you up, no matter what we are in this fucked up world.”
I open my eyes to look into his—concern and pain runs so deep in them. “I’m not leaving you.”
“Even though I’m a…” He swallows thickly.
“No,” I murmur, cupping his face, tilting it up toward mine as I bring my lips to his swollen ones. The kiss is soft, slow, and perfect. I can taste myself on his tongue, but it just serves as a reminder of what he did and how perfect we are together. “Nothing will keep us apart. Not if I can help it.”
“It’s really quite simple,” I say, the heel of my favorite boots pressing down a little harder on the vamp’s neck. “You either tell me who’s been providing you with the guns, or we end this right here, right now.”
“Cate, love,” James interrupts my interrogation. “I don’t mean to question your methods or anything?—”
“Then don’t,” I retort with a raised brow.
He ignores me. “But don’t you think it might be a bit difficult for the guy to reply when you’re crushing his windpipe?”
I look down at the vampire who, were he not dead already, would probably already be due to suffocation. With a sigh, I release a little pressure—just enough so he can respond.
“Noah Cooke!” The vampire stutters. “Noah Cooke is the one who put us in touch with the arms dealer.”
“The mayoral candidate?” I gasp. “Thatfucker!”
“Please. I told you the truth. Please let me go so I can get the hell out of here before they find out I told you. They’ll kill me if?—”
“Don’t worry. They’re not gonna kill you, because I am.”
