Page 200 of The Midnight Order
We both know it.
I allow it, however, because I am weak when it comes to them. Weak and wanting.
Together, we’re a force—or we will be. We’ll have to be aware of everything on the horizon.
A vampiric order with a central bond is stronger, more lethal. It’ll make them a force.
Makeusa force.
Jasper’s fingers find the hem of my panties, teasing me right as a knock sounds at the door.
The door creaks as it pushes open further.
I hadn’t closed it.
“I know you’re indisposed, and I hate to bother you.” It’s Corvin, standing in the fissure, holding a paper.
“So don’t,” Jasper groans against my throat.
He doesn’t stop, however. His fingers slick through my growing arousal, rubbing back and forth. The pressure is good. So, so good.
My breathing picks up. My vision hazes with need, and I can’t keep my eyes on Corvin as they had been.
Corvin clears his throat. “I found something in the letter Silver’s mother sent to Soliel. Something that was hidden in invisible ink.”
This stops Jasper’s fingers. He turns, tossing a glare at Corvin, his breathing heavy.
His cock presses into my leg and only makes me greedier.
Whimpering, I grind on his hand in a plea for more, which earns me a grin from Corvin and Jasper.
“Well, Ms. Tenebris, it seems we have business to attend before finishing our conversation.”
I drop my head back onto my pillow, tossing Corvin an annoyed glare.
“I’m sorry,”he mouths before exiting into the hall.
“Can’t you just… finish before we go out there?”
Jasper laughs, kissing me quickly before replacing my panties over my sex. “No. I intend to savor you slowly. Plus, waiting will only make you hungrier.”
“That’s my point.” Tossing back the covers, I descend the stairs on my side and find a robe of Jasper’s to slip on.
“The hungrier you are, the better it’s going to feel,” he whispers, cupping my center through the robe as he lingers behind me.
“Will I ever be able to get enough of you? Enough of all of you? I feel like I’m always so…”
“Needy? God, I hope not.”
Jasper leads me into the living room, where we’re once again assembled as the dim light of dawn approaches outside.
I yawn as I drop into his lap in the recliner.
It’s not lost on me how aroused he is. It’s also not lost on me that his demeanor is entirely different from when he was here last.
I like to think I’m the cause of his shift in mood.
His hand opens the powder-blue robe, finding my thigh. His middle finger draws circles on my skin, and my cheeks flush heatedly.
