Page 6 of Blood of the Damned: Thorn
“Your eyes… they’re red!” he spluttered, for something to say. Anything to detract from the current need to do some crazy shit. Something else registered, and he blinked slowly when it became apparent they were driving at speed on a twisty road and the driver was staring at him, instead of where the car was climbing up into the mountains.
“Watch where we’re going!” Yep, the squeaky voice was back.
A devilish smile left Ledger aroused and clutching at the front of his trousers.Talking. Is it an overrated activity? Maybe. Whereas sex is not in the current situation?
He can’t drive and have sex. It was damn dangerous to even contemplate the insane notion. Thinking like that was hazardous to Ledger’s health when suddenly getting naked and biting was all he could think about. It was crazy. It was like he now had a death wish on top of everything else.
Nothing can harm you, Sweetling, now you are bonded to me for eternity.
Smug satisfaction, that’s what Ledger felt at that statement, only he wasn’t convinced it was his.
He released a shuddery breath when the man next to him returned his gaze to the road.
Ledger suddenly felt exhausted. It started at his feet and rose up, making his body feel like a lead weight. He sagged against the seat and shut his heavy-lidded eyes, resting his head back on the headrest.
This was some fucked up shit.
A large dose of hurt got him sighing when he realized he was yet again over-sharing his thoughts. Not that he had a clue how not to do that.
How did one unravel the mess they’d gotten themselves into when they didn’t know where to even start with the things their mate said?
The thought drifted away as the gentle voice of his mate whispered in his mind,I’ll give you all the answers you want. There is nothing to fear. Sleep now, your body is changing.
His desire to ask what that meant couldn’t battle the need for sleep, so Ledger didn’t try. He sank into the waiting pool of red darkness, where there was only his mate.
Ledger groggily opened his eyes at the feel of warm air touching his face. Had he fallen asleep? He rubbed at his eyes as his brain came back online and glanced to the open car door, directly at his…mate.
“Welcome to my home, Sweetling.”
The air hissed through Ledger’s clenched teeth when his gaze clashed with that of the man now crouching at the side of the door. The desire to jump his bones left him gripping the edges of the seat to prevent himself leaping out. He would not allow himself to be distracted by thoughts of sex.No.
No sex.
Talking.
They needed to talk before any nakedness!
“What a pity,” his mate murmured.
“What?” Ledger shook his head at how easy it was for his mate to read his thoughts. “No, don’t answer that!”
He was going to need to watch that, figure out how to keep his thoughts on lockdown. Until then he’d just have to stop thinking.
How does that work?
“What’s your name?” he asked, scowling at the stunner before him. He needed to get things back onto an even keel… if there was such a position after the last few hours of his life.
The gorgeous mouth formed into a smile that left Ledger struggling not to swallow his own tongue and break the no sex rule right off the bat.
He was pitiful.
“It seems we have done things the wrong way around.” The man offered his hand. “Thorn Vaughn—”
“Thorn Vaughn, you’re shitting me!” Ledger, who had reached for the hand, paused at the thunderbolt hitting him. His eyes widened in disbelief. His mate was none other than Thorn Vaughn… his new boss!
“Oh my! You’re Ledger Rain. Well, that explains everything,” Thorn said, making absolutely no sense, but looking pleased as punch at the turn of events.
Ledger supposed that was a good thing, but he’d need to think about that after he got his questions answered and found the off switch to sharing.
