Daughter of Kaos (The Daughter Trilogy Book 3) (53 page)

scrape over them before he slides my underwear down.

I moan loudly as I feel the throbbing intensify, and then his daring lips play against the inside of

my legs again as he slowly crawls back up. My closed eyes shield me from the sight of his perfect

body that would send me into convulsions right now.

His hot breath and cold skin set me on fire, and then I feel the slow burn of his erection sliding

into me and swelling even more once it finally reaches its home. He fills me completely before his

lips consume mine again, and I quiver around him as my legs tighten around his waist to keep him

from withdrawing even a fraction of the way. I just want to feel his glorious body completely

suctioned to mine for a minute longer.

He finally breaks free from my greedy trap as he pulls back enough to let me feel the slow sliding

motion once more, and then I hiss between my teeth when he drags out his slow seduction for far too

long.

I grip him to me, and his rhythm speeds up to be a more pleasurable, sensual, and damn

unbelievable sensation. I finally open my eyes to see his broad shoulders flexed with their perfection

as he steadies himself to move in and out of me.

I screech slightly when he reaches the point of starting my quickening. It’s been so long since

I’ve felt his touch, and I’m damn near dying for it.

He moves slower and slower to drag out the suspenseful game of give and take.

“Please,” I whimper, and I see him almost smirk when his lips return to mine and his more natural

rhythm returns.

“Did you miss me?” he salaciously inquires.

“Yes,” I pant with an erotic huff,

My lip almost tears against the blood bringers I never realized had unsheathed. His eyes fog over

with lust pouring free as he stares into mine. He spins around to jerk me to be on top, his hands

cupping my ass lightly, giving me full control for a second.

My knees dig into the soft bed as I sit straight up, straddling him, and his hands have to move up

to firmly grasp my hips in an effort to add some control to my frenzied rhythm. I pull those

controlling hands to my breasts, and his grip is almost too tight when his arousal reaches a new height.

His ragged breaths chill my skin in the most incredibly delicious ways. My heart thuds, stumbles,

and drops to the ground to make way for my ecstasy. His body almost trembles between my legs, and

that’s damn near my undoing. He grips me tighter when I find his needy point, and then I scream out

as I finally find that long desired release I’ve desperately been seeking. He thrusts in one last time

before I feel his warmth surging through my body. His pale blue eyes roll back into his head as a

moan exudes from those soft, chilled lips.

I collapse to his body, and he pulls me into an afterglow embrace as we both pant into each

other’s ears. I’m exhausted - sexually out of shape no doubt given the long drought I’ve been forced

to endure.

“I really don’t want to leave without you tomorrow. Go talk to Clay about coming with us,” he

breathlessly requests with a hint of neediness trying to hide in the undertones.

I smile as I roll to be beside him, and his fingers trail up and down my back. I kiss his perfect

chest that I would love to bleed - a fantasy I’ll never live out. I sigh out, releasing the scandalous

image of what a blood fuck with my full blood would be like. I smirk deviously when I see his

curiosity for my wild mine gone awry.

“What are you thinking about?” he prods.

I lean over to retrieve my dropped phone from the floor beside the bed. I can’t tell him I’m

thinking about what it would be like to let his blood flow into my mouth before fucking him in ways

I’ve only ever imagined.

“I was thinking… I already planned on it. I don’t want to be left behind either,” I chirp, and his

lips intertwine with mine before I can say anything else.

I giggle lightly as I pull back, and then I nestle into his arms while putting my back to his front.

“What’s up, Araya?” Clay asks casually when he answers.

“I want to go with you tomorrow. I don’t want to stay at the compound,” I blurt out, and Brazen’s

lips start strolling over my body to show his appreciation.

I stifle another giggle while Clay sighs into the phone.

“I can’t do that. You know how dangerous it could be for someone to get a hold of you. You

know what they wanted from you last time. If someone got to you again… I’d never forgive myself. I

can’t lose my best operative and one of my best friends. It’s safer for you to stay here until we can

control the situation.”

Brazen rolls his eyes and flops down on his back to stare at the ceiling in disappointment.

“Clay, this should be my choice. I think I’ve earned the right to go out into the field when I want

to,” I grumble.

“You’re right. If you were anyone else I would give you that choice, but you’re not anyone else.

You’re Araya Crush. We’ve been friends since before we understood the world we lived in. We

endured the wrath of what it means to be a hybrid, you more so than me, and then we suffered through

change when our aging halted. We’ve seen hell together, and I can’t risk what happened five years

ago ever, ever happening again,” he says with such a guilty rattle.

“I’ll be fine. Brazen will be there,” I murmur softly, and then I’ve got my man’s arms back

around me.

He no longer cares about Clay’s objections. He just cares about my body being in his arms. His

lips stroke my ear, and I nestle in closer while trying to stay focused on my arguing skills.

“I can’t, Araya. It’s just too dangerous. Right now we don’t know where we’re going or what to

expect. These people could be setting up an ambush. I won’t risk it.”

I roll my eyes, and Brazen mimics my exasperation while pulling me even tighter into his arms.

“Then at least take Hale with you,” I growl.

Brazen’s jaw clenches the moment Hale’s name leaves my lips.

“I can’t do that either. The Seminole is the strongest compound in our region. That’s due to him.

We have several very prominent and important people that will be bunking here until this threat is

eliminated. He has to be here to keep an eye on things,” Clay grumbles.

Brazen huffs and pulls his pants on while walking over to the kitchen area to pull out a bottle of

whiskey. I feel the agitation growing in me, but Clay isn’t going to budge, no matter how adamantly I

beg.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I grouse, and then I hang up before pulling the sheet around me to

sluggishly walk to the kitchen area as well.

“He wants the two of you back together,” Brazen dryly remarks out of nowhere.

“My accident really did shake him up,” I softly defend, but I also think leaving Hale behind is

part of a reconciliation ploy.

Now that I’ve had my drought thoroughly drenched, I should be okay to be around Hale. He

shouldn’t get to me the way he did.
At least I hope not.

“I know it did. I’ve heard him speak of it numerous times, but it doesn’t mean I trust his

intentions,” he sighs.

I slide my arms around his waist while he sips his amber drink. His hand clasps over mine, his

rigid body slowly loosening up under my touch.

“Let’s not spend the night talking about Hale or Clay,” I seduce, and he almost smirks.

“What did you have in mind?” he says with mock innocence.

“Several things,” I smolder, and then I drop the sheet to the floor to leave his eyes teeming with

pure, unadulterated desire.

“I’m so glad I’m marrying you,” he murmurs with breathless enthusiasm.

I grin the vixen’s smile as I successfully deter his worried mind, and he follows me back to the

bed. Now that the frustrating bit is out of the way, we can take our time, and I plan on making it a

night for him to remember for a while.

Chapter 2

The Wavering Barrier

“I wish I had more time with you. I’m sorry I’ve been gone so much,” Brazen breathes into our

kiss, and I snuggle up a little closer while checking the clock.

“I wish I had more time with you too. They should have the tinted the skies by now,” I murmur

softly, and then I walk over to check to be certain.

I stick my hand behind the very thick shade. The filtered light promises to be no threat to my full

blood piece of art, and I pull it back to let the harmless orange hue shine through freely.

“I wish I could see the sun in full glow,” he murmurs sadly, and it’s almost heartbreaking.

“It’s nothing special,” I say with indifference.

If I make it seem meaningless, then maybe won’t want to see it so badly.

“It is when you’ve never seen it,” he snaps.

I bow my head shamefully. I hate it when he’s upset, and I know how much it would mean to him

to enjoy the warmth of the full glowing beauty instead of hiding from it.

“I’m sorry. I was just trying to-”

“I know. I didn’t mean to… I’m still just a little ill about your new living arrangements. I don’t

like you being here alone with him,” he interrupts with a huff, and I can see the exhaustion in his eyes.

“Please don’t worry. I love you, and that’s all that should matter.”

“It is, but I really do want my girl on the road with me,” he says with an adorable pouting tone.

My lips call to his, and he lifts me up to sit on the counter while filling my mouth with reluctant

good-byes.

“I love you,” I murmur between his lips.

His soft, button up shirt dares me to free his immaculate body from its clutches, and I quickly

oblige with a very slow seduction.

“I love you,” he utters, and then my legs wrap around his waist just before a spoiler alert sounds

out.

“Attention all Seminole guests,” the loud speaker crackles out. “Training classes will start in

fifteen minutes. Any personnel just visiting, please report to the gate in five minutes.”

“Damn it,” he grumbles. “I have to go.”

“I really don’t want you to go,” I almost whimper, and his lips pull mine back to them.

He draws back solemnly, and then he walks over to the far corner to grab his bag.

“Will you walk me out?” he sadly inquires.

“I always do,” I mumble, and he pulls me to his body so that my heat is forced against his chill.

“Fire and ice,” he smolders.

“It’s always a good combination for steam,” I joke with corny finesse.

“Indeed,” he seduces, and his lips offer another velvet stroke before we swish out hand-in-hand.

The assembled group plays as if they aren’t about to go on a dangerous mission, and it’s all

starting to build the tense knots in my stomach.

“I’ll come back for you as soon as I can, and we’ll return to Javeline together,” Brazen coos, and

then he cups my face to pull me into his wonderful kiss.

“Captain Mordel,” a man says with salute.

“At ease,” Brazen grumbles while reluctantly pulling away from me.

“We’re ready to move out, Sir,” he very formally offers.

“Thank you,” Brazen sighs wearily, and then he turns back to me to offer me one last incredible

farewell. “I love you,” he whispers, and then he’s gone before I can even say anything.

A tear tugs at my eye, and then I turn around slowly to head to the training rooms. My breath

almost escapes me completely when I see Hale walking with his very deliberate sexy strut, his path

aimed right at me.

“You ready?” he sizzles out, and the only thing I can think of is his hands gripping me and

slamming me into the wall as my crude fantasies run awry.

Ready for what is the question.

This shouldn’t be happening. Counter part or not, I should be able to leave him behind when I

want to. I spent the night getting thoroughly fucked. I shouldn’t feel the least bit tempted right

now… so why do I?

“Yes,” I strangle out.

He steps dangerously close so that he has to tilt his head to look down into my eyes.

“Today we’ll be showing them a thing or two about how to disarm your adversary without using

your gift,” he says with far too much menace, and I know it’s because there’s going to have to be

heavy physical contact between us.

“Great,” I gripe, and I see a daring smirk spread over his conniving face.

“What’s wrong, Araya? Don’t like getting rough anymore?” he taunts, and more memories flash

through my mind.

All of our fucked up and crazy kink rattles around like yesterday’s memories instead of things

that happened three years ago. My knees threaten to give out, causing his eyes to darken all the more.

“Let’s get this over with,” I mumble, and then I deliberately step as far away from him as I can

before walking down the hall.

“So, a full blood? What made you decide to go that route?” he pries.

You, jackass. You’re the reason I went that route.

“I needed a change, and Brazen is unlike anyone I’ve ever known,” I say too sweetly, and I can

see the cutting effect I’ve just had on him.

“I see. So how does he feel about you being the only one able to taste the blood during a blood