Gifted Curse (Curse Trilogy) by C.M. Owens Page B

screams, and his body pushes that much harder into mine when he’s unwilling to follow me so soon.
    I’m shaking against him as the aftershock of the powerful quake consumes me, and suddenly I feel my body being flipped around as he jerks my hips to thrash against his from behind.  His teeth graze over my back when he pulls me up, and one hand cups my right breast while firmly tugging at the same time.  He slides back up to grip a fistful of my hair and he jerks me harder as he plows into me with one last thrust for his big finale.  We both sink to the bed while panting out our exhaustion from the incredible moment that almost felt too hot to be him.
    He’s normally so civil, controlled, and I love that, but I love the savagery too.  His eyes have still not opened, and his arms wrap around me to pull me tighter to his shaking body.
    “That was… surreal,” he murmurs with a breathless air.
    “I agree.  I’m starting to think I should share blood with you more often,” I breathe out.
    He laughs a little at my remark, and then he pulls my lips to his.
    “It wasn’t the blood,” he smolders out, and then he pulls me into his arms tighter.
    “What was it?” I muse innocently.
    He seems like he wants to say something, but he stops himself.
    “Just you.  It was just you,” he lies, and then he pulls on his boxers while heading to the kitchen area to pull out a glass for his whiskey.
    “No, there’s something you’re keeping from me.  Is something wrong?” “Never, baby.  You’re the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me,” he sizzles out, and then he stirs the wind with his blinking pace to rejoin me in the bed.
    I taste the hint of whiskey on his breath, and I lean back to stare into his exquisitely pale eyes.
    “I feel lied to.  You only drink when you have something on your mind,” I sigh.
    “I’m not lying.  It really was just you .  By the way, were you really going to mount me in the backseat while your ex and best friend sat in the front?” he says, a daring smirk appearing on his amused face.
    I shrug as a blushing hue tries to rise to my heated cheeks.
    “They couldn’t see,” I say innocently, and he snickers lightly while pulling me to his lips.
    “You don’t normally act so wild.  I think that blood affected you more than me,” he teases, and perhaps he’s right.
    It made me crave his blood.  I wanted the erotic venom to run into his veins from my bite.  I wanted to feel the undeniable lust throwing us into the pit of passion.  The damn human blood was almost a tease.  I’ve been fine not blood fucking him until now.  Now, I’ve never wanted anything so badly.
    In an effort to distract myself from my wicked fantasies, I pull on his tee-shirt before getting up to go acquire my own drink from the fully stocked bar.  I lean over the countertop to stare him in the eyes.
    “Where will you be going tomorrow?  And don’t lie to me,” I say, my delivery ending very sternly.
    He smirks a little as he lies back against the bed, his perfect body almost distracting me from hearing his answer.
    “We’ll go back to Hensen first, and then we’ll start tracking the early deserters from there.  They left thinking they had won.  What worries me the most is the fact it wasn’t an ambush.  We surprised them just as we surprised ourselves by finding their camp so quickly.  If this had been an organized attack, that shit could have gone a lot worse very quickly.”
    Knots turn in my stomach, and I go to climb back into the bed beside him.
    “It’s been a long time since I was that scared.  That’s the first time in so long I’ve pushed my gift that far.  I was worried I’d forget how to use it.”
    “Five years isn’t long, and you were our only light in a dark abyss today.  I heard you call my name, and it was the best feeling there has ever been.  It felt like you were there for me and only me.  It felt incredible to feel like you loved me that