Page 72 of Tainted Gifts
I don't want to think about anyone else ever touching him, and that's nothing but selfish of me.
"So your mind reading is a level seven gift? I would have thought it was a level two at most," I murmur, breaking away from the heavy subject.
He smiles against the back of my head as our skin stays connected.
"That's not my gift. That's just something else I've got."
That piques my curiosity, making me turn around to face him. I try to ignore how incredible his body looks right now. I'm almost glad that I have an excuse to be touching him, though the touch doesn't have to be quite so intimate.
He smirks, leaning in closer to kiss my shoulder, teasingly dragging his teeth over my skin and making me ache to feel his blood bringer.
"Don't start those thoughts. I still haven't recovered from your teasing dreams."
I blush instantly, laughing while burying my face in his chest. "Answer my question. And then you can explain yourself. Back at my Mom's room, you said you could block out thoughts, but you told me once that you couldn't."
He chuckles lightly, reveling in my reddened cheeks.
"I'll answer the second thing first. I can block out thoughts, but I can't block out yours. I think it's because of your empathic signals mingling with my mind reading waves. I didn't want to tell you because I was worried you'd think I was lying just so I could keep reading your mind."
I smirk, amused by his devilish grin. "And the first thing?" I prompt, not mad at all.
I sort of like the fact I'm the only person he can't block out.
"Do you?" he teases, tickling me suddenly and making my head pop back as my laughter rolls free.
"Yes," I giggle out, making his tickling attack more ferocious as he holds me down.
He climbs on top of me to give him more leverage, and I thrash beneath him, writhing as he makes me expel unladylike phrases and cackles. He finally stop, though I still have some lingering chuckles as I try to catch my breath.
"This," he murmurs while holding his hand up.
I stare at it quizzically, not seeing what I'm apparently supposed to be seeing.
"Um... Your gift cooperates about as well as mine it seems," I tease.
He gives me a smug smirk, and then he leans back, staring at the ceiling. I glance toward the ceiling, and my mouth falls open as I stare in disbelief at the flames consuming it, but not scorching it.
"How the fu-"
"Like me, the flames can be hot or cold. I control their temperature just as I control my own. They'll burn as hot as I want them, or they'll be as docile as I need them to."
I'm captivated by the flames I've seen before. The blue center extends until all the flames turn that incredible blue. I reach up, wanting to touch them, and he lowers them from the ceiling to reach me, spiraling them around my hand.
I gasp at the cool touch that feels just like him. They run across my bare body, wrapping around me, and then they stop, disappearing all together and leaving me breathless.
"It was you. You were the one who saved us the day of the jets, and you tried to save me that day they took me. Why didn't you tell me?"
I turn back toward him, pressing my breasts against him as I curl in closer, needing to feel the closeness like we just shared a blood fuck. Damn I want his blood.
"Stop," he chuckles out, kissing my forehead where my scandalous mind rests behind. Then he murmurs, "I wanted to. You had so much on you at that time though. I didn't want to add to your mound of crazy. This really wasn't a good time either, but I wanted you to know. I'm worried with this war escalating, especially with all the new player, that my secret might come out during a fight. I didn't want you to find out with everyone else, because you're not everyone else."
My girly grin slips free, and I pull him to me, kissing him sweetly as a reward for trusting me. I only thought I knew him while I was dating him, now I know him so much better. I want to be with him.
"Your mind drives me crazy," he murmurs with a shit-eating grin that makes me laugh.
Is that all that drives you crazy?
His hand slides over my lacy panties as he tugs me closer to his center, making me feel how crazy I apparently make him.
