Page 110 of The Midnight Order
There are still ghosts in his eyes as he leans against the fridge. One booted foot kicks up, and he crosses his arms and watches Jasper tease the venom out of my system.
“Do you want me to stop?” Jasper asks, and I’m grappling for words when I realize he’s speaking to Lowell, not me.
“Whatever my little lamb wants,” Lowell replies, his tone dark and sinful as it rakes my eardrums.
My nipples harden to peaked points, and my breathing grows erratic as he and I lock eyes.
Jasper never lets up, never slows down, and it has my toes curling against the side of the island.
“Do you want me to stop?” This question is tossed at me.
Lowell claimed me, and even though this isn’t sex, it is sexual, and Lowell’s given me control.
Even while his feral eyes say he wants me to himself, there’s a contradiction flickering there, too, that speaks to how hard it would be for him to stop.
I get the distinct feeling Lowell is much darker than he lets on. It’s like he’s still hiding things from me, even though he told me a bit of his long past.
“No!” I finally manage. “Lowell,” I whimper, reaching for him.
I don’t know exactly what I want, but I know I want him closer.
He kicks off the fridge and trudges closer, his hand coming down and splaying over my nipple as his eyes grow curious.
“Are you going to come, little lamb?” he asks, leaning down and hovering his lips over mine.
For a suspended moment, it feels like he’s using my breath to keep himself fed.
“Yes,” I squeak out as Jasper grinds the heel of his palm over my clit.
I wonder if part of the reason I’m so unsatisfied with what they’ve given me is because I want it all.
I want them to use every hole in my body while they feed off my blood like the beasts they are.
The picture builds in my mind, and Lowell is there, sunken deep into my center and thrusting relentlessly as I scream my pleasure to the world.
Lowell’s lips find mine, and they’re what breaks the dam.
My orgasm washes over me like summer rain, coating Jasper’s hand and making Lowell growl into my kiss.
Long after I feel Jasper leave the room, Lowell and I are locked in a kiss that feels all-consuming, transpiring.
“I don’t know how I’ll go forward with you, little lamb, when I’m so broken. But I know I need to find a fucking way.”
I’m at a loss for words. I cup his face with my hand, feeling my heat sink into his cold skin.
“There’s no going back to a world without you,” he whispers, and my eyes fill with tears that I leave unshed.
Every moment with them feels like I’m building toward something.
Then, I’m left unsatisfied when it doesn’t happen.
I hope he finds a way through, a way to navigate the memories, because I agree with him.
There’s no going back to before.
Lowell sitsme up on the counter. He snags my clothes off the floor from where they’d fallen and hands them to me with a sly grin.
The ghosts haunting his eyes are further away now, but there’s still an awkward way he fumbles about that tells me he’s still reeling.
