Page 146 of The Midnight Order
Shit.
In my haste, I didn’t have him close her wound.
The same venom racing through her right now is the only thing that’ll close her leaking wounds, and she can’t stand to keep losing blood at the rate that she is, and I can’t stand another second of smelling her blood.
Lifting her over my shoulder, I run through the house with her bobbing in tow.
“Jasper!” I scream.
He appears from his study, stepping into the hall like a saving grace.
“Help me!” I plead, and his shock is evident in his eyes as he smells her blood.
“What have you done?” he asks as I lay her back on the chaise longue nearest the window.
“I did nothing. Corvin was at her vein when I found them. I could hear her moans.”
He doesn’t question why I was so tuned into her in the first place; he only opens his mouth as his fangs elongate, dripping venom, a scent that’s currently making me mad.
It’s on my shirt.
I rip my shirt off with a growl, tossing it across the room as my scars bare.
Jasper leans forward and licks over her wound, filling it with venom to seal it shut.
He hisses at her flavor, his hands gripping the lounger hard enough to rip through its fabric.
“Fuck!” he groans, standing and shoving out of the French doors leading out onto a small balcony outside of his study.
Silver whimpers, and my eyes tug back to her. “It’s alright, little lamb. I’m here.”
“Lowell.”
The way she’s said my name is like a prayer. It’s like a confession. I bite my fist and look her over for more signs of distress.
“Maybe I should…” Jasper starts, but I heft Silver into my arms and carry her to my room, slamming the door behind me as I lay her softly on my bed.
Before I can fathom what I’m doing, I have her naked. Her bloody clothes are discarded on the floor, and I rub my cheek over her hard nipple, causing her to moan.
She’s too keyed up, per usual.
These fools need to stop dosing her with venom so I can stop cleaning up their messes.
Then again, as Silver arches her body off the bed, pressing her breast into my tongue as I swirl it around her perky nipple, I find I might like the state they leave her in for me.
She whimpers, and I turn her face toward me, willing her to find me in the haze of her arousal. “I’m here, little lamb.”
“I need you,” she says through her chattering teeth.
Crawling between her nude thighs was a grave mistake. It’s not until she wraps around me like a serpent from hell that I realize that.
Her hands slide between us, working my jeans open as her feet worm beneath the back of them to tug them down.
“Hey, let me make you feel better. Don’t…” I hiss as her hand wraps around my length, warm and soft.
She strokes up and down a few times, teasing and testing.
“Silver, love… let’s… take it easy. Just let me go, and I’ll…”
