Page 35 of Destruction of Two
The laughter humming through the room is proof of that.
“I mean, vampires do have some blood left in their veins. The older the vampire, the more aged his blood is. Makes him more powerful. I channel that blood lower and lower when I get turned on and... well, you know,” he wags his brows at the nephilim and I’m almost laughing out loud at the disturbed look on Syko’s face.
“You’re making things up.”
“It’s an erection not an election. I can’t rig it, asshole,” Saint taunts with the biggest smile cutting across his lips and I honestly don’t know if he’s lying or not now.
The door sweeps open without a sound and all the amusement halts within me. Malek’s hand is in hers but I honestly don’t even notice the fucking brooding wolf.
Because she’s only dressed in a small white towel.
She shifts when she realizes all three of us are staring at her smooth, golden thighs.
“We didn’t bring any clothes. Sorry,” she says on a quiet whisper.
“Do not ever apologize for being naked. Please.” Saint’s smile is a manic thing now, like he might pounce on her at any moment.
She rolls her eyes at him as she turns toward the closet but when she opens it, only men’s button ups are there.
“Oh, right. This is the men’s corridor.” She hugs her towel a little bit closer to her chest, her big wings ruffling behind her.
“You can wear one of my shirts,” Malek offers but I’m already pulling back my blankets.
“Come to bed, baby.”
Her big eyes shift from me to the soft bed I’m lying on. Her room is across the building. Separating me from her with too many halls and too many walls and I’ll be fucked if I let her out of my sight after just getting her back.
There were a lot of things I realized in those moments when I found out she was missing.
One, perhaps I’m not as soulless as I thought I was, because the moment I learned she’d been taken to hell, it was like a dam had broken inside me and every single fucking emotion I’d never felt in all my life came hurtling at me with all the strength of the impact of a train.
Two, Iwantthese sensations. Wanting in the physical aspect, I know what that is. I know lust, hatred, and anger. But those things seem so miniscule now compared to the burning need I have for Izara. A want that goes beyond my body and hers. A want that demandsmore.
Three, I fucking love her. Wholly. Entirely.
It’s like I’ve been rebirthed with the realization and with her return. I’m smiling, and the hollow emptiness within my chest pangs with a steady fullness.
I hang on her stillness, waiting and watching and hoping like fuck she’ll come to me instead of fighting me on this.
Please don’t go. Not yet.
The quiet spot where my soul should be is painfully silent but when she takes slow steps toward me, warmth blooms all through my chest.
Her hands release the soft towel. It flutters around her and then hits the floor without a sound.
Groans hum through the room when her perfect curves are on full display.
But I never look away from her watchful eyes.
She lowers and smooth skin skims against my bare chest as she curls into my side. Soft hair tickles my bicep and she rests her head there, staring into my eyes. I wrap her up against me and breath her in.
Malek slowly turns out the light and hear him more than I see him as he pushes himself up to the bunk above mine. In the muted darkness of the room, I’m oblivious to everyone else except for her.
I can’t believe I lost her.
I was such a fucking pussy before.
My fingers push back her long damp hair and her eyes shine in the moonlight as she watches me watching her. It hurt to be away from her and it hurts so fucking bad now to be here with her and not say exactly what I’m thinking. My chest, my throat, my fucking breath, everything hurts because I can’t fucking say it.
