Page 48 of The Midnight Order
Though I can’t deny the high that I felt with Asher, especially when his fingers were trailing up my thigh and…
“Silver. Please, focus.” Jasper’s gravel tone rakes against my sensitive nerves, and I decide it’s probably best just to take a cold shower and go to bed.
I shouldn’t be feeling how I feel when I’m around all of them. They’re all dangerous, not to mention dead.
I wonder if I’m lying unconscious on the floor at home. Maybe the contractor knocked me over the head with something by accident, and I’m in some kind of fever dream.
In a dream, touching the vampires would be entirely acceptable.
“Silver!” Jasper grates, his fingertip bumping over the raised scabs at my throat.
“I’m sorry. It’s been so long, and then his venom and how his fingers felt…”
“If you don’t calm yourself, I’ll be forced to do things I’ll feel guilty for later.”
Goddamn me, if I don’t want to know what those things are.
“Maybe I’ll just go to my room. That’ll fix it.”
“It really won’t. We can sense you in this house like our own thirst.”
“You should’ve let him finish,” I breathe as he takes his fingers off my skin.
I can’t think any clearer because he’s still mere inches from me, looking down from his towering height, with his red eyes wholly entranced by the same buzzing in my body.
“If I let him finish, you would’ve been bruised and depleted tomorrow. Since it’s the day you go home, I didn’t want that foryou. You’ll already be dealing with memory loss when we get you back home.”
“I’m not going home, though.”
He swallows, something dangerous passing over his features. “What do you mean, you’re not going home?”
“Asher said I was his… I forget the word, but he said I passed his test, anyhow.”
“He said what?”
He closes the rest of the distance between us, lifting me beneath my arms and placing me on his desk as he steps between my thighs, pressing them open.
My panties are still pushed to the side, and the air across my aching sex makes me hiss. “He said I was his… fated. Whatever that means. So I’m supposed to go to…”
“Me. You go to me next.”
“Ahh,” I breathe, unable to muster more than that, as Jasper’s steady hands are on my knees, his fingertips trailing upward.
I let out a breath, holding it as the feel of his touch has me bracing for impact.
There’s this call to them, and I wonder if it’s the allure that a predator exudes to lure its prey, or if this truly is some fatal attraction.
Fatal being the operative word.
“Jasper,” I get out.
“Mm.”
“What is this curse? What’s my role? How does it break?”
It’s like I doused him with ice water. His hands stop and fall away from my body.
Fuck.
