Page 26 of The Midnight Order
“Please, don’t hurt me.”
This stops me, the syringe hovering over the port as I look up at her. “We’ll never hurt you. Even if you’re not the key, you will leave here unharmed.”
She swallows, but gives me a slight nod.
Everyone has survival instincts, and it seems this woman’s are as sharp as they come as she stares up at the ceiling and away from the needle.
I fill each vial before placing it in a small basket to take with me to the lab.
Before I reach the door, I turn back and look at her.
A tear leaks out of her eye and over her cheek, and I can’t say what comes over me as I watch it trek over the small hairs on her face, parting them like the wind would a branch of leaves. I’m star-struck by her presence.
“I will be back when testing is complete,” I tell her, turning back and opening the door.
“And then I’ll be released?” she asks me.
Before I leave her in the hospital room’s silence, I say, “You’ll be tested by each one of us. Only then will you be free to go.”
“What does that mean?!” she sobs, but the door slams behind me, shutting off her sadness and worry from the world and my ears.
When Asher strides into my lab, freshly showered and in nothing but sweatpants, I’m hours deep into analyzing her blood.
“How goes it, Doc?” he teases, sidling up behind me and rubbing his hands over my sides.
I hiss at the feel, needing the contact more than I realized. “Please, I’m working.”
“You’re always working,” he whines, running his nose the length of my throat as he nips my ear lobe. “If I didn’t come into this lab and fuck you, I’d never get to touch you.”
“Ash,” I whisper, losing the battle waged between the work before me and his touch that’s sliding down my abdomen.
“Corvin,” he whispers, and his breath fanned against my ear, nearly does me in.
“We have to focus. We’re testing a woman. Now is not the time for?—”
His hand grips my erection through my scrub pants, tugging a few times as he chuckles at my silence.
“Now isn’t the time for what? What was it you were going to say?”
I turn in his arms, finding his lips with mine as he unties my scrub pants and slides them down my hips.
My aching length springs free, and his hand strokes it, slowly at first, and then fevered when I’m pleading with moans in between kisses for more.
“Asher,” I breathe as he finally breaks away from my lips and drops to his knees.
With a devious look upward, he slides me into his mouth, and I lose myself, my hands flying into his hair, gripping for purchase.
He moans as if my cock is the flavor of everything he craves, and I moan louder.
“Oh fuck,” I lament when he adds a hand, stroking me as he sucks me.
My eyes are peppered with stars as my body burns with the fire he’s creating.
Our bond runs deep, and he moans as pleasure slinks through me and subsequently, through him, too.
I shove him off me, and before I know it, I’m on my back on the exam table, scrub bottoms gone, his dick buried deep in my ass as he strokes me.
Our kiss is fevered as we race toward the one thing that constantly reminds us that even without the key, we still have one another.
