Page 54 of Tainted Gifts
Her shirt is low, showing a great deal of cleavage that makes my mouth water. With her hair falling in soft, dark, large curls, she looks almost angelic on the bed. Her tight jeans make me smile, thinking of our past few hours, though it took a while to make her have as much fun as I was having.
Fucking fever. She was way too warm for me to show any stamina. I hope this headache and fever thing gets cured quickly. Perhaps then I can blow her mind with my skills enough to get her to fall in love with me.
"You ready?" I ask, proffering her my hand.
"Sorry," she murmurs while bypassing my hand. "I'm burning up already. Touching you anymore will just make me hotter, and the hotter I get, the more my head hurts."
She grips her head directly after, and I frown, feeling helpless.
"We'll figure this out," I murmur, refraining from trying to comfort her with my heated touch.
She forces a smile, seeming distant now that my blood is out of her system. I thought it would make her feel better, but she acts as if she feels worse.
"Will you go up north with me? I think we should be able to hide the kids there," she says, grabbing her purse and bringing her bag along.
"Of course," I murmur with a shrug. "What are we going to do about the scorpions and destroyer monster out there though?"
A furious glaze passes over her eyes momentarily, and she speaks with a touch of anger.
"They can deal with it themselves. If the United issues a death sentence for innocent children, I'll root for the bad guys to fuck them up."
I let a laugh escape. She's right. If they're willing to take the life of an innocent child, then they deserve whatever is coming for them. I just worry about what will happen when a greater evil reigns in charge.
I follow her, walking toward our backdoor escape to load up the van we've wrangled free. It'll hold all twenty-five of the hybrid children, though it'll be a little cramped.
"How are we planning on getting the kids out?" I ask, knowing full well how outnumbered we'll be.
"I called my mom. I didn't have a choice," she sighs out. "I told her what's going on... somewhat. She'll help us. She's got a knack for putting people to sleep."
I laugh, finding that humorous. "I'm not sure a boring mom will come in handy, but her powers will."
She laughs, shaking her head as though she's amused. "I didn't mean she's boring. Come on. The meeting starts in twenty minutes and I want a good seat."
We head outside, load our luggage, and she avoids any skin contact with me as we head back in.
"Will you touch me once we reach the cold?" I ask, pouting involuntarily.
She grins, her fake hybrid blues coming to meet mine as she nods. "I have a feeling I'll feel much better when I get there. You can tie me up and touch me all you want."
I stumble, accidentally running into the wall and cracking it before I can recover from her surprising comment. She laughs salaciously, and then she grips her head directly after.
"Punished for being funny," she mumbles, shaking her head lightly.
I smile, leaning over and barely grazing her lips with mine before quickly withdrawing so as not to let her feel my heated breath.
"Any chance you're as susceptible to the cold as you are the heat?" I seduce, keeping the banter in play.
"Incredibly susceptible," she says with forced humor, her pain killing the life in her eyes.
"Good. Finally. I won't feel so impotent," I mumble, and she laughs again.
"Impotent? I think we had an afternoon full of fun that proves you're anything but impotent."
That'd be easier to believe if she had climaxed half as much as I did.
"It was a joke," I murmur softly, hiding my insecurity from her masked eyes. "It'd be nice for my hybrid heat to come in handy though."
She smiles, offering me something to prove she cares... I think.
