Page 144 of The Midnight Order
I’ve tested us twice, in fact. The first time, three of us had trace amounts of a drug mixture in our blood that I’m still testing to determine its makeup. The second time I’d drawn blood on us was only this morning, but I’d already gotten the readouts done before Lowell got back with a word about Silver’s finding.
“And?”
“All clear of drugs.”
“I think it’s time that you test me.”
“Silver, I don’t think now is the time for that. There’s so much going on. You have so much to think about and consider, and…” She stifles my words with her damning lips on mine and eats my moan when I let it slip free.
Her hands are cold as they slide beneath my black shirt, chilling my undead heart to its center.
I can’t help but answer the flick of her tongue with one of my own, angling to deepen the kiss when her little sounds of pleasure egg me on.
Now isn’t the time for this. She’s using me as a distraction from what she should be focused on, but still, I can’t stop.
My fangs descend into my mouth, aching to taste her.
That’s not the only thing aching for her, and I try to keep that fact under wraps, pulling my pelvis far away from her so that the evidence of what her kiss does to me doesn’t startle her.
When she hops up onto the balcony’s edge, however, I move with her, so I don’t break our kiss, and my very hard length settles between her warm apex.
“Corvin!” she whimpers, pleading with me with blown pupils as she elongates her neck to me for a second time. This time, however, I know her veins are free of drugs.
“Silver, don’t test me. I’ll fail.”
“You can’t be perfect all the time, Corvin.”
Even knowing that Asher has had moments with Silver, just the two of them, it feels wrong to have this right now.
Even if I want everything that she’ll give me.
Flashes of us watching television together spring to life in my brain. How right she felt at that moment.
How much I wanted to sink into her and never leave.
“We should give you some time to process your findings before we worry about the curse again. You have so much going…” Silver’s hand glides over my jeans, teasing along the length of my painfully erect cock.
“I don’t want to do any of that, Doctor Thorngray.”
“You don’t,” I stutter out.
“No.”
“What do you want to do?” My fangs nearly nick my lower lip as I bite it to keep from moaning.
Her touch continues, languid and arousing. “I want you to test me from my vein. Then I want you to spend the rest of the day with me. No more curse talk. No more talk of the box or my lineage. No more talk of anything to do with more than you and I.”
It’s dangerous to fall behind in one’s work; I know that better than anyone, but the retreat she’s offering is almost too sweet to pass up. Suddenly, I’m a male who couldn't care less about every machine currently running tests for me back in the lab. All I care about is pleasing her.
“Lowell won’t want me drinking from your vein.”
“Lowell can deal with me later. It’s my choice.”
I know what this means: She’s trying to control what she can. She has control over who she allows at her vein.
“Silver. I don’t trust myself.”
“I trust you.”
