Gifted Curse (Curse Trilogy)

by C. M. Owens

  “I’ve been dying to do that,” he murmurs against my lips.

  “I’ve been dying for you to do that,” I almost giggle out, and he smiles against the appreciative kiss.

  His hand guides his erection’s journey inside me, and then I gasp as the filling feeling clashes with my sensitive internals. He takes his time at first, drawing out each elongated stroke, and then he begins to quicken his rhythm. His perfect lips feel like heaven against mine, and the empty void I’ve felt since I lost him is suddenly overflowing.

  He wraps me up tighter, as if he can‘t get close enough. I grip his hair as he surges into me harder, the heated center of our bodies dampened. I feel him swelling inside me, and my body is forced to hurry once more when it’s my undoing. His warmth spreads inside me, and I gasp loudly as I begin convulsing from the second climax.

  “Fuck,” he gushes, and then his body crashes to mine.

  I smile as I run my fingers through his hair, and he pants into my ear to prove he just did all the work.

  He rolls over to his side, and then he pulls me to be against him as his lips press against mine.

  “I really hope you plan on staying now,” he breathes. “If not, I’ll follow you to Hershian.”

  I laugh a little, and then I snuggle into him.

  “I was worried you were finally over me,” I say to explain my reasoning behind the location change I had embarked on.

  “Never. There’s never going to be anyone else for me, Araya.”

  “You wouldn’t look at me, touch me, and you acted ill with me all the time,” I murmur pitifully.

  “I was trying to be your friend, which sucked. It’s hard to look at someone you love and not tell them the truth about how you feel, so I kept my eyes away because I knew they would betray me. I was worried you would leave. I couldn’t touch you without physically hurting to be with you. As for acting ill, well, you kept wearing short shorts, slinky tops, and every other thing that you know damn well drives me crazy,” he grouses, and I can’t help but snicker.

  “Sorry. I regretted issuing the friendship proposal right away. I wanted you to want me again because I wanted you,” I explain.

  “Well, fuck. You should have said something,” he exasperates while shaking his head.

  “I wanted to, but I thought you were finally moving on. The only time it felt like you still wanted me was when I would wake up in your arms. I’m glad I had so many nightmares, even though I can’t remember them.”

  He smirks a little, a blushing color stinging his cheeks.

  “I have a confession. You only cried out for me the first three nights. After that you slept fine, but I needed a reason to hold you. So, I just let you think you were still screaming for me. Besides, it felt incredible those first three nights when it was my name you were calling, especially since it has been three years since I was the guy you were with.”

  I smirk a little and roll my eyes, and then I grimace lightly.

  “It’s always been your name,” I mumble.

  “What has?” he muses casually.

  “Anytime the nightmares strike, it’s your name I call out. Brazen thought I was having a different sort of dream for a while, and he finally confronted me about it. I lied and told him it was about the incident, but it wasn’t. They’re always different dreams, but the one I need is always the same,” I murmur out with more honesty than I had intended to share, and his lips envelope mine instantly.

  “I’m really glad I didn’t know that sooner,” he breathes into my mouth, and my leg wraps around him as I scoot in even closer. “Though, I wish I had known how you felt. I’ve been going crazy without you, baby,” he coos so softly, and then I pull back a little sadly.

  “I told you I loved you earlier,” I almost whimper.

  “I thought it was just the effects of the savage or the blood or both. I never dreamed it was really you, or I swear I would have returned it. Tell me now,” he whispers, and his lips dare mine to move as they strum across them gently.

  “I love you,” I utter so softly, and his kiss becomes more intensified.

  “I love you,” he resounds, and then his lips play lightly across my face as he kisses me all over playfully.

  I laugh a little at his amusement and excitement, and then he sighs with elation as he clutches me to his body.

  “Don’t hurt me again. Be there. That’s all I want, and that’s all I’ve ever asked,” I murmur against his neck.

  “I swear I’ll be there for you anytime you need or want me, baby. I love you so much. You just don’t know how good it feels to have you again.”

  I giggle a little, and I feel the worry being doused by my excitement to be in his arms again.

  “Do you want to go back to the interrogation room?” I say with a vixen’s ambition.

  “Why?” he muses innocently.

  My devious gaze catches his eyes, and I rise up to pull his shirt back on.

  “We can play with the chains some more now that I’m not under the effects of anything,” I seduce, and his eyes teem with menacing excitement.

  “Fuck yes,” he declares, and he jerks on his pants with haste. “Damn, I almost forgot how fucking incredible you are,” he snickers out, and then he pins me against the wall.

  I smirk a little and my lips stroll over his chest before I almost pierce the skin.

  “I suppose it wouldn’t be so bad to be under the effects of something,” I smolder out, and he swallows hard against the seductive knot I’ve forced into his throat.

  “You’re fucking killing me,” he breathes.

  “I’m yours now. Do whatever you want,” I tempt, and slams my back against the wall as his lips claim mine without mercy.

  This is going to be one Hale of a reconciliation.

  His arms are still clinging to me as his steady breaths rattle softly against my forehead. I’ve always loved watching him sleep for some reason. It’s the only time he seems so at peace. The rest of the time he’s forced to endure the same struggles we all are.

  A knock at the door forces me to climb out from under the gentle hybrid, and I close the door of the bedroom behind me while securing his shirt onto my body. I open the door to a grinning Clay, and I cover my face in embarrassment.

  “So, should I have stayed to watch?” he teases as he gauges my shirt.

  I roll my eyes and go to the kitchen to pour out the old coffee we never drank before making a new batch.

  “I hate my savage side,” I grumble, and he bursts out laughing.

  “It was definitely turned up last night,” he mocks, and then I grab an apple from the counter.

  “You have no idea,” I utter with sheer humiliation seeping out.

  “I’m assuming you two blood fucked after I left because you weren’t in the mood for games last night,” he asserts far too bluntly.

  “You’re an ass,” I scoff.

  “Your ass looked pretty damn good in these,” he teases, and he hands me the shards of fabric from my lace panties that were shredded under Hale’s hands and left in the interrogation room for all to see.

  “Fuck my life,” I growl, and I grab the remnants from him to toss them into the trash.

  He roars out his laughter, and I continue my feverish blushing.

  “The chains were out, the underwear remained in tatters, and there were smudge prints all over the glass. I’m glad the two of you didn’t break the room,” he chuckles out.

  The smudges on the glass are from the second time we returned to the interrogation room. Fuck.

  “Please tell me no one else knows,” I whimper.

  “Everyone knows, but no one gives a damn,” he snickers. “Most everyone is just jealous. Where’s Hale?”

  I shrug casually so as not to give anything away to the man who has been dying for us to reconcile. I dare not let him derive any joy from this moment considering how gravely he has just humiliated me.

  “He must still be in bed. He stayed up late researching and working out,”
I murmur misleadingly.

  “Oh. Did he find anything?” he asks curiously.

  “I don’t think so. He was looking for logic in an illogical surge of events,” I mumble, and then I grab a coffee cup to pour in some of the strong brew filling me with aromatic satisfaction.

  “Good morning,” Clay chirps with a snicker, and I smile because I know Hale is in the room now.

  I keep my back turned, and I grin a larger fool’s grin when I feel his arms wrapping around my waist. His lips stroke my cheek lightly before he responds to Clay.

  “It is a pretty damn good morning,” he smolders, and then he turns me around to offer me a deep, powerful kiss.

  “Well I’ll be damned. It’s about fucking time,” Clay gushes, and both of us smile into the kiss.

  “It is,” Hale murmurs against my lips, and then he pulls away to grab a cup of coffee for himself.

  “I bet you’re glad I left the room now,” he chuckles out.

  Hale blushes, and then his eyes sizzle into mine.

  “You wouldn’t have been able to stick around for that without melting,” he says with his blistering tone, and my knees threaten to tremble beneath me.

  “I’ll never look at a gun holster the same now that I’ve seen it on Araya like a damn garter belt,” Clay snickers out.

  “Oh hell,” I gasp. “We left the gun too, didn’t we?”

  “Too?” Hale asks with a chuckle.

  Clay bursts out laughing once again, and my face deepens its scarlet hue.

  “Araya left behind a trail of shredded lace to send the boys in a heated tizzy this morning. I didn’t find a gun though,” he snickers out.

  “Oh,” Hale laughs out louder. “I got the gun, but I forgot about the collateral damage after she fucking bit me,” he teases, and I bury my head in his chest.

  “Oh, so you did blood fuck,” Clay speculates.

  “We did a little bit of everything,” Hale menaces, and at this point I’m ready to curl into a ball and hide.

  “How about you guys talk about this shit when I’m not around so that I don’t have to endure the embarrassment quite so fiercely,” I demand rather than ask.

  Hale chuckles, and then he wraps me in his arms while looking at Clay.

  “What brings you by?” he asks Clay.

  “I originally came by to try and talk Araya out of leaving Seminole, but it appears my services are no longer needed,” he murmurs with an excited and approving expression, pretending to dust his hands in satisfaction.

  “I hope not,” Hale murmurs anxiously.

  “I’m not going anywhere,” I exasperate, and I grin when Hale’s lips rush mine.

  “Good,” he utters gently into my ear.

  “That’s actually pretty perfect because Seminole is about to become grand central station for all survivors and prisoners,” Clay sighs out.

  “Why?” I muse.

  “Because it’s the strongest, especially with the two of you here together. Your gifts are explosive when working together - no pun intended,” he almost snickers.

  I roll my eyes at the corny joke, and Hale smirks when he leans against the counter.

  “That’s not all that’s explosive when we’re together,” he seduces, and my cheeks beam red when Clay starts laughing.

  “Okay. So I’m going to go take a shower now since you two are embarrassing the hell out of me,” I grumble, and Hale’s soft lips catch the back of my hand before I walk off.

  “I love you,” he says gently before I walk into the bedroom.

  I can’t stifle the foolish, girly grin, and I turn back to stare into the eyes that still hold secrets.

  “I love you.”

  He mimics my goofy grin, and then I shut the door while Clay and Hale continue discussing the night like a couple of silly girls. The shower shoots free from the spout, and I wait for the water to be almost scalding before I climb in.

  The steam instantly fogs over every surface, and it’s almost hard to see one step in front of me. I shed Hale’s shirt, and then I step into the scorching tempered water. It’s almost breathtaking how incredible I feel right now. It just feels so right to be with Hale, and his secrets can stay locked up as long as they aren’t going to silently rip us apart.

  I feel lips caressing my shoulder from behind, and I smirk as I turn to face the sneaky man that has just invited himself into my shower.

  “Couldn’t stay away?” I seduce.

  “What do you think?” he provocatively dares, and his hands grip my sides before pulling me to him.

  “I think you and I are never getting out of this room,” I snicker out, and his lips fold over mine.

  His eyes show passion, excitement, and an animalistic desire that heats my blood to a near boil.

  “I’ve spent three years praying for another chance to be with you. I’m not risking letting you out of my arms for any amount of time,” he smolders out, and I can tell he’s not going to waste any time.

  He grips me at my waist, and I feel the slick surface of the shower’s tile behind me as his erection threatens its entry by just barely staying out of me. My lower half starts throbbing almost instantly, and his lips scour mine for more passion.

  “I’m not going anywhere,” I breathe, and his erection makes good on its threat as it slides deep into me.

  I gasp at the slow takeover his body forces onto mine. My head tilts back, as he holds me up, and his lips stroke the sides of my neck as he starts his incredible back and forth teasing rhythm. The slow pace becomes almost painful when my insides try to scream out for more, and he answers the plea by picking up speed.

  My nails dig into his back, and I feel the power of his desire overwhelming me as he begins his pounding. His teeth tug at my lower lip, and I’m almost hoping he’s going to bite down and turn this into an all-day-long event.

  “I love you,” he mutters into my mouth when he releases his grip on my lip, and then his lips reclaim mine once more in a desperate kiss.

  His tongue tangles with mine in an explosive and erotic struggle, and my legs tighten around his waist as the first shiver runs through me to warn me of my building release.

  “I love you,” I utter in a breathless squeal, and he pounds in even harder to take me completely.

  I feel as though we were designed for each other because his body fits mine too perfectly. The deep thrusts send more shivers, and the water rushes over us to add more steam to the fiery moment. His breath becomes more panted, and his growling grunts beg me to come.

  I scream when I can’t fight the urge any longer, and he slams deep into me twice more to find his own release, staying inside me at the deepest point as his life connects with mine. He holds me to him as I go limp in his arms, and then he kisses my lips so softly. He starts to put me down, but my legs tighten around his waist because I’m scared I’m too exhausted to stand on my own.

  “You know you’re going to get fucked again if you don’t stand up,” his incredibly sexy voice warns.

  The throbbing returns, and, despite my depleted state, I dare, “Then fuck me again.”

  His eyes widen at the crude request, and the shower door opens as he swishes into the room with me. Our scorching, wet bodies blister the cool air, and the bed trembles beneath us as he begins his punishing rhythm once more without so much as wasting one second.

  I grip the sheets that are now soaked under me, and he stands up to stare down at me while pumping harder and harder. His eyes show that wild man I’ve always been prey to, and his teeth grit together as he forces the feelings to start all over again. He uses my upper thighs as handles as he jerks me against his thrusts, but I get a little tired of him doing all the work.

  I rip away from the incredible fuck, and he almost looks confused until I jerk him down to the bed. I straddle him, and I sit straight up while staring into those completely seduced and savagely amused eyes.

  I bend down to barely press my teeth against his skin, and then I rise up to start my own punishing rhyt
hm. His eyes almost roll back in his head as he concedes the power and revels in the pleasure my rising and falling hips are offering.

  I turn around to face the opposite direction, and his breath hitches.

  “Fuck, Araya. I’m going to go too soon if you don’t stop,” he hisses out, and his hands grip my ass as he closes in on his delicious moment.

  “Then do it, and I’ll fuck you again,” I smolder out, and he gasps as his warmth explodes into me once more.

  A knock at the door interrupts the wild session, and we both scramble for clothes.

  “Fuck,” he growls as he jerks on his pants, and he dashes to the door to see who the hell is fucking with our incredible reconciliation.

  “What the fuck do you want?” he grumbles as he rips open the door, and I have to stifle a grin.

  “Sorry… Sir,” a man stutters out. “Dr. Elton has requested your presence in the lab. He says it’s rather urgent and he couldn’t reach you on the phone.”

  I can’t see the face behind the trembling voice, but I know he’s probably terrified. Hale is so intimidating, especially when pissed.

  “Damn it. Tell him I’m on my way,” he huffs, and he slams the door behind him before returning to the room.

  I snicker slightly, and he narrows his eyes at me. He can’t stifle his own grin when I laugh harder, and he shakes his head at my show of amusement.

  “You know I hate that,” he grumbles.

  “What?” I ask, feigning innocence while playing coy.

  He smirks bigger, and then pulls on a shirt.

  “I got one more than you,” he huffs out with a goofy grin.

  “Technically, we’re even considering I got one more than you during our first blood fuck after three years,” I sizzle out.

  He grumbles under his breath, and turns back to face me with seduced and frustrated eyes.

  “I owed you that one from three years ago. The score had been uneven for a long time, and I capitalized on the opportunity to level it up.”

  “Wow. You really do take the score very seriously,” I tease, and he rolls his eyes when I start laughing again.

  “Will you come with me?” he asks to deter the smoking hot nature of the conversation.