Page 6 of Surviving Hallow Hill
“Oh, fuck—ahhhhh, oooh...” I can’t help the way my orgasm screams out of my mouth. The pleasure is almost too much inside me, rippling in tiny bursting aftershocks all through my body.
Once it ebbs, I’m almost too embarrassed to stand up, but I do, my face flushed brightly and Rue’s laughter in my mind.
Charizard looks at me strangely. “Did you just—”
“She did,” Sia interrupts. “It’s her thing. Now will you stop fucking staring and get us up there, Wing Boy?”
I’m going to fucking kill you,I growl to Rue.
Aw, I needed the sound of your moans to get me through this lonely night, chère.
Bastard.
“Riighttt...” Charizard is staring at me strangely. The expression lasts a moment before he’s all business and turns to one of the banshees. “You first,” he growls. After wrapping her in his tight grip, his wings shoot out and flap. A gust of wind rushes over us, his knees bend, and then he’s soaring through the air.
I watch as he goes up and becomes little more than a speck in the darkening sky.
My whole body is tense as I wait for him to come back down. He takes the banshees up first, and when I’m alone with Sia, his fingers slide down the length of my arm. “Rue and Styx okay?” he asks on a soft whisper.
My gaze snaps to him, but he’s not staring at me. He’s looking up at the heavy wing beats becoming smaller and smaller with each stroke. But the thing is, he doesn’t have to be looking at me for me toknow.
I have always thought of Sialen asmysterious. But what if what’s inside him isn’t a mystery at all? He’s like me. He keeps everything so tightly locked inside him that he’s hardened along the edges, and it’s not that he’s forgotten how to care, it’s just he doesn’t show his emotions because that’s the easiest way to lose what you care about.
And he fucking cares.
It warms my little otaku heart.
“They’re fine. On the Blood Pack team.”
He grunts, and I can’t help the smile that pulls at my lips. “Aww,” I tease. “You care.”
He grunts, and then there’s silence again. I can’t stand it. It has me fidgeting uncomfortably in place. I usually ignore the brooding of the man beside me, but after all we’ve been through together, this whole fucked-up situation, it has me anxious.
“Have you ever heard of this place before?” I ask. “The Hallow...”
His arms cross against his chest like he’s steeling himself for an uncomfortable conversation. “In passing,” he murmurs. “Nothing in detail. I’ve heard the name whispered. It was like an urban legend at the academy. A place they sent the supernaturals who didn’t know how to behave.”
And we just landed ass-first into the thick of it.
Fucking great.
“What’s the purpose of this game?” Fierce wing beats almost silence my question. Air blasts over my face, and I squint at the sky as Charizard descends once again.
“I don’t know,” Sia confesses before the dragon’s feet touch the ground. “But we’ll find out soon enough.”
