tone.
“Doubtful,” I scoff, and then I walk up beside him when he ushers me toward the massive building towering over us.
“I felt you up pretty damn good, and I didn’t find the chip you were supposed to bring,” he smolders.
I smirk before daringly responding, “Well, you never were good at finding the right places.”
He playfully cringes and shakes his head at my flagrant remark.
“Ouch.” He covers his heart to show his wounded area. I just roll my eyes before his darken, his tone changing to be more seductive as he continues with, “I’m not recalling a time when that was ever an issue. I remember very well how loud you would scream when I found all the right places.”
In an instant, he has turned this playful banter into a stroll down lustful memory lane. Now I’m squirming uncomfortably as his eyes dare me to try out his incredible lips that have forged trails on my body like no one else ever has.
I shake free from the seductive memories, and I pull off the artificial layer of skin from my forearm to reveal the chip Clay had me bring.
“Well, I’ll be damned. I did miss the right spot,” he muses, and he takes it from me while making sure to force some skin contact between our hands. “You look incredible,” he adds with a little more seriousness.
I try not to look into his delectable eyes, knowing all too well how easy it is for him to make me fold with those hybrid blues. I wasn’t ready to see him. I knew I wasn’t ready to see him. Damn you, Clay. It’s almost painful to be so close to him.
“You look like you’ve changed a few things since I saw you last,” I murmur while staring at the ground.
“I suppose I’ve spiced things up a bit. So tell me how things are back at Javeline,” he says softly, and I feel the walls closing in on us when his hand grazes my back for too long as we enter the large, arched doorway.
“It’s about the same as it was when I first moved there. A few things have changed, but for the most part, three years flashed by in a blink.”
Actually the first year was agony thanks to you, and the other two would have been as well if it hadn’t been for Brazen.
This is so fucking hard, and it shouldn’t be. It wouldn’t be if Brazen hadn’t been gone for over two months on a damn mission for peace between rivaling clans.
“That’s our blood bank over there,” he says, snapping me out of my terrible train of thought. “And there’s the school for the humans. The hybrids and full bloods attend the school on the east gate side.”
“How are they treated? The hybrids I mean.”
“I know who you’re talking about.” He doesn’t hide his amusement for my constant concern. I’ve always been worried about our young ones - the torture their lives come with. “They’re treated fairly, very fairly. The captain doesn’t allow for any mistreatment or harsh corporal punishment.”
“The captain at Javeline is good too, though I’m sure that has something to do with the commander of the United being stationed there. Especially since Clay is a hybrid.”
Hale lets a laugh out, his head bobbing once.
“So I heard you had a bit of an outbreak,” he says, veering our conversation again.
“We had a full blood lose his patience with the overly diluted blood. He went after animals when he couldn’t find any pleasure in his packaged meals. The blood from another full blood apparently seemed less appealing than the four-legged creatures he drained. We’ve exterminated the outbreak and the culprit is in custody,” I answer very matter-of-factly.
“I suppose you were the one to interrogate him.”
He takes a step closer to me, his mischievous eyes burning into mine while his tone drips sex appeal.
“Yes,” I breathily release, his proximity to my body over stimulating my senses, and he steps even closer.
Our very intense moment is interrupted when a group of people come walking up. A man
“Doubtful,” I scoff, and then I walk up beside him when he ushers me toward the massive building towering over us.
“I felt you up pretty damn good, and I didn’t find the chip you were supposed to bring,” he smolders.
I smirk before daringly responding, “Well, you never were good at finding the right places.”
He playfully cringes and shakes his head at my flagrant remark.
“Ouch.” He covers his heart to show his wounded area. I just roll my eyes before his darken, his tone changing to be more seductive as he continues with, “I’m not recalling a time when that was ever an issue. I remember very well how loud you would scream when I found all the right places.”
In an instant, he has turned this playful banter into a stroll down lustful memory lane. Now I’m squirming uncomfortably as his eyes dare me to try out his incredible lips that have forged trails on my body like no one else ever has.
I shake free from the seductive memories, and I pull off the artificial layer of skin from my forearm to reveal the chip Clay had me bring.
“Well, I’ll be damned. I did miss the right spot,” he muses, and he takes it from me while making sure to force some skin contact between our hands. “You look incredible,” he adds with a little more seriousness.
I try not to look into his delectable eyes, knowing all too well how easy it is for him to make me fold with those hybrid blues. I wasn’t ready to see him. I knew I wasn’t ready to see him. Damn you, Clay. It’s almost painful to be so close to him.
“You look like you’ve changed a few things since I saw you last,” I murmur while staring at the ground.
“I suppose I’ve spiced things up a bit. So tell me how things are back at Javeline,” he says softly, and I feel the walls closing in on us when his hand grazes my back for too long as we enter the large, arched doorway.
“It’s about the same as it was when I first moved there. A few things have changed, but for the most part, three years flashed by in a blink.”
Actually the first year was agony thanks to you, and the other two would have been as well if it hadn’t been for Brazen.
This is so fucking hard, and it shouldn’t be. It wouldn’t be if Brazen hadn’t been gone for over two months on a damn mission for peace between rivaling clans.
“That’s our blood bank over there,” he says, snapping me out of my terrible train of thought. “And there’s the school for the humans. The hybrids and full bloods attend the school on the east gate side.”
“How are they treated? The hybrids I mean.”
“I know who you’re talking about.” He doesn’t hide his amusement for my constant concern. I’ve always been worried about our young ones - the torture their lives come with. “They’re treated fairly, very fairly. The captain doesn’t allow for any mistreatment or harsh corporal punishment.”
“The captain at Javeline is good too, though I’m sure that has something to do with the commander of the United being stationed there. Especially since Clay is a hybrid.”
Hale lets a laugh out, his head bobbing once.
“So I heard you had a bit of an outbreak,” he says, veering our conversation again.
“We had a full blood lose his patience with the overly diluted blood. He went after animals when he couldn’t find any pleasure in his packaged meals. The blood from another full blood apparently seemed less appealing than the four-legged creatures he drained. We’ve exterminated the outbreak and the culprit is in custody,” I answer very matter-of-factly.
“I suppose you were the one to interrogate him.”
He takes a step closer to me, his mischievous eyes burning into mine while his tone drips sex appeal.
“Yes,” I breathily release, his proximity to my body over stimulating my senses, and he steps even closer.
Our very intense moment is interrupted when a group of people come walking up. A man
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