Page 27 of Imbalance
Relief rolled through me in waves. Maybe everything would work out with my guys.
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After we stuffedour faces full of food, the server told us Jace had already paid. So, the guys grabbed the supply packs and led us towards the rooms we had secured at the pub. Colt informed me that we had two rooms, and I had to admit I was a bit crestfallen that we had to split up.
How was I supposed to choose who to stay with?
The pub was quiet when we entered, only two patrons at the bar. Their gazes flickered to us and sized up our group. The bartender cleared his throat to take their attention off of us and nodded his greeting.
I had to hold back the greeting I wanted to give, which was the middle finger, for allowing his customers to jump Colt.
We ambled up the flight of stairs to where the rooms were above the pub and quickly found the two rooms whose numbers matched our keys. They were at complete opposite ends of the narrow hallway. I furrowed my brows as Adrien announced that one had a king size bed, and Drayven announced that the other had two single beds. The two men rejoined our group in the middle of the hall.
"Well, there's only one obvious solution to how we're splitting up," I announced, grabbing the key from Drayven, "I'll take a single bed, and you guys share the larger room. That way, I'm not picking favorites or kicking anyone out."
I headed right towards the smaller room, ignoring the chorus of male disagreement behind me. I couldn't please them all, no matter what my decision was, but at least this decision made it fair.
They squabbled behind me, and I chuckled as they argued over who got to take first watch outside my door. We might be a dysfunctional group, but damn was I lucky to have people who genuinely cared for me.
Inside my room, I dropped the supply pack on the ground, strode to the bed nearest the window, and plopped down onto it, utterly exhausted and desperate for a few uninterrupted hours of sleep.
However, that didn't seem to be in the cards for me because I heard a whirl of wind and quickly jumped to my feet, ready to defend myself. A caress to my neck had me shrieking, but the hand that quickly stifled my shriek gave me deja vu before the throaty chuckle came from the intruder.
Finias. The damned assassin was so stealthy.
His fingers brushed over my pulse, and he held them there for a moment, "Your heart is racing..." He trailed off before replacing his fingers with his lips and kissing a trail up to my ear, "I intended to make it race for other reasons, but I can work with this."
Suddenly, the haze of sleepiness was gone, replaced with the need to explore my mate. To push past where we had left off in the bathtub.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Ama
Iknew what I wanted, and I wasn't going to beat around the bush. All that would get me was the female version of blue balls and a hell of a lot less sleep. Plus, I had a feeling we wouldn’t be afforded a lot of alone time in the near future, so I fully planned on making use of what we had now. Stripping the robe off, I turned around to face him and boldly asked, "And just how did you plan on making my heart race?"
The hunger in Finias' eyes as they raked over my body made a flood of warmth pool between my legs. A small tremble ran through me as he reached out and immediately slipped his fingers between my wet folds to tease my clit. Finias stepped closer and tilted my chin up, his voice almost a purr as he answered, "Oh, I thought we'd go for a little run...horizontally.” The wink he ended with had me wanting to laugh and moan at the same time—the moan won out as he increased his pace with his fingers.
He backed me up to the edge of the bed, where my knees buckled and I fell back onto my ass. I crawled backward and leaned onto my elbows, enjoying the show he was putting on while stripping out of his clothes.
Supposedly, he was tattooed from the neck down ineveryarea, and I was looking forward to seeing if that was true. As he pulled his shirt off, his abdomen flexed, displaying his six pack, and my mouth dropped at the multitude of runes tattooed onto his skin. One day, when I didn't have a burning desire for him, I wanted to go through each one and ask what they did.
The moonlight from the window lit his pale skin perfectly, allowing the stark contrast of the black ink against his skin to be on full display. I drank in every inch greedily. He slid off his pants slowly, and I was all but panting by the time his cock sprang free and I saw the glint of metal on his tip.
Stepping out of his pants, he brought his hand up to slowly pump his cock as he looked at me with a smirk, knowing damned well I was checking him out and being unashamed of his body. It was a sinful confidence that simmered beneath the surface with him, dangerous and tempting. Now that I knew my kiss wasn’t deadly, I was finding I wasn’t one to deny my urges or desires.
I wanted him, and I was going to have him.
"Touch yourself, Ama," he commanded, and I inhaled sharply at the authority in his voice, "Slide your fingers into those pretty pink folds and bring yourself pleasure, baby."
I bit my bottom lip as I laid back fully and slid my hand over my breast and down my stomach to hover over my mound. I glanced up at him as he began to stroke his length faster, pausing at the top to rub his tip and the piercing there.
Clearly, I didn't have a lot of experience with cocks, so it was a bit of a shock to see a pierced one. I had to ask him the two questions burning in my mind so I could shut my brain off and fall into the sensations of this moment.
I dropped my finger to my slit and spread myself open for him to see as I asked, "Does that piercing hurt at all when we...you know?"
A light huff of air came from him before he shook his head, his white hair falling across his brow with the movement, "It shouldn’t. But if it does, you tell me immediately, and we stop."
"Why did you get it? It had to hurt really fucking bad to do," I hedged, genuinely curious as I began to swirl my finger on my clit. His eyes tracked the movement like a hawk tracking prey, and he groaned at the sight, clearly having issues concentrating.
