Page 121 of The Midnight Order
Her.
The very reason I’m in the lab is that I am burning the proverbial candle at both ends. To discover who she truly is and why Soliel had her hooks in her.
They’re not blood-related. I’ve reviewed those blood results and reran them multiple times.
Why did Soliel lure her here?
Who is Silver?
“You should get Asher for me.” I choke out through the burning in my throat.
“I can.” Her lips over mine are driving me wild, and I’m ready for her to leave when she presses them against mine briefly, setting into motion a frenzy, the likes of which I haven’t felt for a very long time.
She moans and slips her hands into my hair as I turn my head and deepen the kiss, licking, sucking, and tasting every inch of her sinful mouth.
She’s ramped to the highest degree, and I don’t know who got her to this level, but I’ll thank them later for the gift.
My hands explore her hips, moving around to her ass and squeezing as she glides her pelvis back and forth over my erection through my scrubs and her tiny shorts.
It’s what breaks the spell. “Silver.”
If I let this go too far, the hunger will get the better of me.
“Corvin,” she breathes, and if I were standing, it would’ve buckled my knees.
Unable to help myself, I nudge my face into the crook of her neck. She elongates it and gives me more canvas.
Running my nose against the column, I breathe her in deeply, memorizing her scent.
“We’re not supposed to drink from the vein. Other than for testing,” I admit to her.
I realize she likely doesn’t know this since the two of us have fed directly from her vein before, but I feel the need to give her all the facts.
“I won’t tell.”
Three words that will be my undoing.
Three words that won’t save my life if Lowell finds out.
Before good sense can take over or logic can win, I sink my fangs into her throat, losing the battle of wills to her sweet-scented blood.
The moment it rushes my mouth, I realize the reason for her odd state.
Pulling back, I hiss. “How much caffeine have you had this morning?”
“Only two cups.” She moans and writhes on my cock, and even though I know it’s not real, I grip her hips as she does so before I dive back into her neck for testing purposes this time.
I suck a mouthful of her in as I hear the door open, swishing it around my mouth before I peel away from her vein with great effort.
Swallowing, I let the tang of drugs linger on my tongue, knowing it’s going to affect me as much as it is her, albeit less dramatically.
“Corvin, what have you done?” Jasper says, rushing to aid Silver, who lolls her head back onto his stomach, looking up athim with the same desperation in her eyes as when she walked in here.
“She was drugged,” I tell Jasper, lifting Silver and laying her carefully on the exam table in the middle of the room.
She moans as she slides her hand down her stomach, one destination in mind.
Jasper catches it with a hiss. “Drugged?”
