Page 125 of The Midnight Order
“Lowell,” I growl, my voice sounding inhuman as I grab his head and forbid him from surfacing.
Wrapping my legs around him, I beg for more.
His dark chuckle against my center vibrates, sending a shiver through me.
The second orgasm is ignited when he crooks his fingers against my G-spot.
I’m a shivering, shaking mess when he crawls over me, his mouth glistening with my pleasure, and crashes his mouth to mine.
For a moment, I forget who he is. The fact that he’s the leader of a vampire coven and over nine hundred years old goes out the window as I curl my legs around him and hold him tight as his kiss smolders against my lips, fervent.
“Silver,” he warns, his fiery red eyes looking darker around their edges, reminding me there’s a slayer beneath the surface I don’t want to call out of hiding.
“I’m sorry,” I breathe. Despite that, my pelvis has a mind of its own as it grinds against his hard length that’s pressing into my center.
He said that he would be the one to fuck me first. So, what better time?
“Not like this,” he grits out, but his eyes are heady, like there’s a war going on inside him.
“Like what?!” I coo, digging my heels into his ass as I give him another long drag of my sex over his cock.
“With drugs in your system.”
I stop. It’s like I’ve been doused in cold water. Now that the fog of arousal has lifted, blown away with two mind-blowing orgasms at the hand of this male, I now realize what’s happening around me.
“Drugs,” I repeat, and finally, the gravity of the situation hits my brain.
His kiss keeps me from spiraling, but there’s an apology in it—one I’d rather him not give.
“Who did this to me?” I ask him, emotion stampeding through my tone.
“I don’t know. We’re going to find out.”
“But I was with Jasper. I was with one of you!”
“I know.”
The fact that someone could get to me while I was with one of them is chilling and worrisome. Someone doesn’t want their curse broken, and my death would’ve reached their goal.
“We’ll keep you closer,” he says, with a look in his eyes that suggests he hopes I now understand why he’s kept me so close and why he threw a fit over me getting on that plane. “Are you feeling better?”
What a loaded question.
“Yeah. I’m still boiling, but other than that, yes.”
“Good.” He gets off me and stands, looking down at me with a heated gaze as he licks his lips. That I know he still tastes me on them has a thrill racing down my spine. “Get cleaned up. You should eat and take in some water. I have to go deal with Corvin.”
Unease spreads through me, and I toss my legs over the side of the bed and race to catch his wrist.
He looks down at the contact as if I’ve stunned him.
“Please, don’t hurt him. We were caught up in the moment, and things just got out of hand. I begged him to drink from me. It was my fault.”
“It wasn’t your fault. He’s hundreds of years old; he should have more composure.”
“We wouldn’t have known I was drugged if he hadn’t drunk from me.”
“Fair point. I’ll consider it. Now, cover yourself before I toss you back on that bed, and don’t let you leave.”
