Gifted Curse (Curse Trilogy)

by C. M. Owens

  His lips find my back, and his cold touch feels incredible in the smoldering heat of the room.

  “Stay for a little while. Let me show you what else you didn’t know,” he dares, and I have to swallow on one hell of a knot.

  “Please stop. If you care about me, then don’t make me lose this opportunity. You know how long I’ve wanted back in the field.”

  “Okay,” he sighs. “I’d do anything for you,” he murmurs, and his whiskey breath offers me one last kiss before finally allowing me to leave.

  I dash out the door, and shiver off the unwelcome throbbing he has left me with. I start to go back to my room, but then I walk on by and head down the hall. Hale’s room is locked, and he doesn’t come to the door when I knock. I smirk as I use a touch of my telekinesis to aide me in me in my breaking in. The door opens, and I smile when I see my picture sitting by the door.

  He brought it with him.

  I strut to the bedroom, and I see the sleeping beauty resting peacefully before I climb into bed. His eyes dart open, and then they roll when he sees me.

  “Araya, I’m trying to sleep. We’ve got a long day tomorrow,” he grumbles, and then he turns his back on me.

  I smile at the irritable hybrid trying to reject me, and then I start kissing his back, my lower lip turning inside-out while it slides up. His breath hitches as my hand journeys around him, and then it heads south to find he’s not very good at hiding his turned-on state.

  “Fuck,” he grouses, and then he turns over to jerk me against him. “You’re incorrigible, you know? I really got pissed earlier,” he gripes.

  I smile bigger, and my leg curls around him to force my center against his.

  “I know. I think we were in the middle of something though,” I provocatively smolder, and his lips find mine without further reservations.

  His tongue swirls in my mouth to release the earlier frustrations left behind, and he pulls me to be on top of him. My lips trail down his neck to his perfectly bare chest, and then they travel down farther to his stomach. I remove his boxers with my teeth, and he moans as my lips return to his erection.

  “Fuck no,” he breathes, and he flips me over to be on my back.

  I smile at his completely erect circumstance, and his lips inhale mine as he rips my underwear off.

  “I love you,” I murmur against his ear, and he surges into me to fill me completely after hearing my whispered endearment.

  “I love you,” he exhales through gritted teeth, and then his rhythm intensifies my built up frustration from the night.

  His body hovers over me to offer me an unobstructed view of himself pulling out and going into my body with vigorous ambition. I have to look away when it becomes too erotic to watch. His teeth threaten to pierce my skin, and I finally pull the back of his head to force them closer.

  “Do it,” I breathe. “Please.”

  My plead for rough sex is his undoing, and his teeth break the surface while my blood flows into his mouth. The fiery inferno travels through my veins, and the erotic adrenaline pumps through me mercilessly as he begins pumping into me.

  I gasp as the bed cracks beneath us, and he flips me around to be on my knees before pounding into me from behind. His hands use my hip bones as handles as he jerks me against his thrusts, and then one hand grabs my hair to yank my head back.

  He flips me back over to face him, and my teeth sink into his incredible chest to take his blood in my mouth, fueling the fire already burning out of control. He hisses through his teeth as the divine twinge of pain stings his erotic need, and then his mouth covers mine as shit begins shattering to the ground from my desperate desire.

  “Fuck baby, you really want me,” he pants out, and more shit falls to the ground around us as my gift seeps out of me without my permission.

  My lips attack his more, and then he thrusts more powerfully to satisfy the undeniable build I’ve been needing. The shaking becomes more of a quivering as my nails dig into his back, and I scream out my ecstasy for the world to hear when I finally feel the release that has been evading me.

  His hand grips my throat and he grunts through his teeth as he follows my climatic response and his warmth fills me. He collapses to my body, and his lips stroll over mine as he threatens to go another round.

  “You’re incredible,” he gushes, and I smile against his lips as my legs wrap back around his waist.

  “You want more, don’t you?” I seduce, and a menacing grin spreads over his face as his lips grab mine.

  “I love having you back,” he smolders, and his hands grip against my ass as he jerks me to be on top.

  “I thought you wanted to sleep. It’s going to be a long day tomorrow,” I play, and his eyes narrow at my teasing attempt when I lower my mouth to trail back down.

  “Fuck sleep,” he provocatively bursts out, and then a smirk spreads over his face as he jerks my body up, and his teeth sink into my hip.

  The explosions rumble around, and the fire reignites as the throbbing below claims him once more.

  Hale. Definitely Hale.

  “I’m so glad you thought to bring this much food,” I gush as I sip on the orange juice.

  “I always plan ahead,” he smugly responds, and then he kisses my forehead softly before taking the seat beside me. “I’m glad you came to my room last night or this morning… whenever the hell it was,” he chuckles out.

  “Oh really? You’re glad I broke in and seduced you?” I tease, and his eyebrows dance menacingly.

  “It makes me feel like you’re serious about me,” he says more sincerely.

  “I’m very serious about you,” I murmur genuinely, and then he pulls me to his body while bringing himself in for a citrus laced kiss.

  “Good,” he breathes. “Because I’m fucking crazy about you, and I always have been, baby.”

  I feel the heat reigniting once more. A knock - imagine that - suddenly interrupts us, and Hale smirks before walking to the door. I wrap up in his shirt, and then I head to the bedroom to change back into my shorts and tank top.

  “Captain Banner, Sir,” a soldier says with a saluting tone.

  I smile from the bedroom even though no one can see me. It’s so weird hearing Hale referred to as Captain.

  “Yes, soldier?” Hale asks softly.

  “Commander Jude said you brought food, Sir, and the full blood colony only has blood. I was hoping you had some to spare,” the soldier snaps out in military fashion.

  “I’ve got more than plenty. I assumed very few thought to bring more than enough for one night. Have a seat,” he almost grumbles, and I know he’s a little agitated that we don’t get to have our good-morning-fuck.

  “I swish out of the room just in time to see four other hybrids walking in, and Hale’s eyes narrow at me in my skimpy sleep attire I had only worn for minutes when I got here.

  “Ms. Crush also came by for breakfast,” he says in explanation for my presence, but no one seems interested in my being there as they dig into the huge breakfast spread.

  I smile, and he can’t stifle his grin while rolling his eyes. It’s hard for him to pretend as though we’re not together, and he walks over to almost break the rules when his hand smacks my ass on the way to his room.

  My face heats up, but the soldiers are still glued to their breakfast plates. I decide to see how completely oblivious they are, and I follow him into the bedroom. His masterpiece body is bare as he steps into the shower, and I strip out of my clothes to join him.

  He gasps when my hands slowly slide around his waist, and he turns to grab me up in a steamy kiss.

  “I thought we were playing nice in front of people,” he smolders out, and my hand drops to grip the piece of his body that wants me the most.

  “I’ll play nice when someone pays attention. Right now, I just want you,” I seduce, and his lips attack mine.

  He grips my wet body to his, and my hair becomes drenched when the showerhead starts drowning me from above. His lips find mine in the
steamy sauna we’ve created, and then I feel him lifting me up to find the back of the shower before he pushes into me.

  “You are so fucking hot when you want me,” he breathes.

  “Then I must be so fucking hot all the time,” I joke, and his eyes dance with menace as he begins his powerful, glorious, and fucking incredible thrusts deep inside me.

  My breaths grow ragged almost instantly, and his lips scale up and down my neck while he continues his ambitious rhythm. I moan slightly, and he covers my mouth with a smile as a reminder that there are damn good ears just outside the non-soundproofed room.

  My bottom lip makes its way between my teeth, and he starts pounding into me so hard, I accidentally break the skin on my own lip. He smirks, and I shake my head at the daring idea that has just sprung to his mind.

  He starts to ignore me, but my lip heals on its on, and the drips of expelled blood wash away under the water. His hips thrash against mine, and I know I’m not far from screaming out my release.

  He presses a button on a screen in the shower, and music begins blaring to drown out the noises I can’t help but make when I’m with him. His lips find mine again, and my legs start shaking against him as he pounds in all the harder.

  “Now you can scream for me, baby,” he growls into my ear, and that’s my undoing.

  As if on command, I do scream as the feeling of surrealism erupts within, and he thrusts in twice more before filling me with his warmth.

  “Fuck, that was so good,” he breathes into my ear, and my lips caress his while I hold onto his body with my legs.

  “Then let’s do it again,” I sizzle out, and my lips tangle in his while he struggles to catch a breath.

  I feel him grinning into the kiss, and then he shakes his head while pulling back.

  “I fucking love you,” he chuckles out.

  “I love you,” I say with an amused sort of tone.

  “We really have to get ready. Clay is expecting us to meet everyone in the lobby so that we can fan out and ask questions,” he huffs.

  “Let the full bloods ask questions,” I interject. “It’s not like they’re going to answer ours anyways,” I grouse, and then my lips try to return to his.

  “Sorry, but that’s not the way things work in the field. We’ll have to pair up with a full blood, then we’ll step in to interrogate the hell out of anyone that we feel is holding back,” he smolders.

  “So I can’t pair up with you?” I pout, and he smiles almost too big.

  “No, but I’ll find you when I get done,” he counters so sweetly, and his lips softly stroke mine before he starts shampooing his hair.

  “I can’t be in here while you’re doing all that if I can’t have you again,” I grumble, and his perfect teeth flash, his smile becoming ridiculously large.

  “I’ve got to go make sure everyone else has eaten,” he snickers out.

  “Let them be responsible for themselves, and you can just be responsible for what I plan to do with you,” I provocatively dare, and then my lips begin their downward journey.

  He doesn’t fight as my mouth closes over his erection, and his hands tangle in my hair as I begin taking him to the back of my throat.

  “Fuck, Araya. You’re impossible,” he gushes, and I quicken my pace.

  He moans loudly, and I’m thankful we never turned off the music. His hands tangle in my hair more as he begins fucking my mouth, and my hands cling to his hips for added support as the water slaps me in the face. Each stroke of him inside my mouth forces our connection to grow. His passionate desire becoming all the more evident, and his inability to deny me gives me a feeling of power like I’ve never known.

  He explodes into my mouth, and I smirk the seductress’s smirk as I swallow and stand. He exhales very slowly, and suddenly I feel his quickly returned erection inside me as he slams me into the wall once more.

  “You damn relentless vixen,” he smolders, and I smile as he restarts his pounding force.

  I gasp as his thrusts deepen, and then my body falls forward to push all my weight on him. He clings to my ass as he barrels into me with a blood fuck forcefulness, and I start to scream just as the song tapers down to an end.

  He covers my mouth, and continues to bring me closer to my glass shattering finish. Fortunately, a hell raising song begins blasting just as I find my release, and I feel my nails scraping his back as I fall limp in his arms.

  “Fuck,” he breathes as he finds his release once again.

  I smile as he lowers me back to the ground, and then he sits down on the small ledge we should have compensated on. My damn sex-hungry mind starts thinking of all the dirty things we could do with it, and then I grab the shampoo before my twisted fantasies go too far awry.

  “Damn it. Now you’re two ahead of me,” he pants out, and he leans back to rest his exhausted body.

  “We could just call in sick and use the day to let you catch up,” I giggle out, and then I start washing my hair as he tries to catch the air evading him.

  “Fucking shit. I forgot how ridiculously hot it was to be with you. No wonder Brazen is obsessed,” he breathes out, and I cringe slightly.

  “Brazen is a little more… conservative. It wasn’t like this with him,” I mumble, and then I turn to face the water while lathering the soap on my body.

  “I’m fucking glad to hear that,” he murmurs against my ear, and his hands begin sliding down my bare back as he examines my sudsy body.

  “Fuck,” he exhales. “I could spend all day in this damn shower.”

  “Then let’s do it. We’re not going to do anything but hinder the process out there. Let’s stay in,” I plead, and his lips gingerly stroke mine as he turns me around.

  “We can’t,” he grumbles. “I promised Clay I would stay on task if he let you come. Don’t make me look like a whipped fool,” he chuckles out.

  “So you’re not whipped?” I tease, and my lips stroll over his chest while I await his answer.

  “Very, but I’d prefer it if he didn’t know that. Besides, you’re not wanting Brazen to know what’s going on. I think it would be pretty obvious if we spend all fucking day doing what we’ve been doing. We’ll need blood to heal if we keep exerting this much energy,” he jokes, and I laugh a little.

  “I’ll use your blood, and you can use mine,” I seduce, and his laughter fades, his eyes darkening in response.

  “Fuck you and that incredible dirty mouth,” he sizzles out, and then his lips pin mine against them.

  I feel his desire wanting to drop the day’s tasks just so he can stay with me, but he finally withdraws - very reluctantly.

  “I’m going to go try to get ready. Will you finish up and join me in the lobby? Maybe you could ride with me when we leave?” he asks hopefully.

  “I’ll meet you, and I’ll ride you,” I giggle out.

  “Really?” he playfully scolds.

  “Fine. I mean I’ll ride with you,” I roll out sardonically.

  “You’re welcome to ride me any time you want if you tell Brazen about us,” he offers, and now my playful mood has been heavily doused with his extreme dose of reality.

  “I know this isn’t easy for you, but it’s not like I love you less. Hell, I came and spent the night with you. Then I forced you into several fucks.”

  “Thank goodness for that,” he snickers out. “I’m still not happy about owing you two.”

  “It’s fine,” I giggle.

  “It’s annoying. I feel so inferior,” he says with a goofy grin, and I giggle again before his lips offer me a sweet kiss.

  He leaves me alone in the shower, and then disappears from the room. I smile into the water as I rinse off the incredible morning fucks, and then I wrap up in an oversized white towel when I finally emerge.

  I pull my sleepwear back on, and I smile when I see the makeup bag that never made it to my room. I pull it out, and then I braid my wet hair into pigtails before making my face look presentable.

  No one is left in Hale�
�s room, thankfully, so it’s easy to make my escape without any prying eyes taking notice. I rush to my room to change clothes, and then I head down to meet everyone else in the lobby.

  My tight jeans and flowing white shirt complement my girly hairstyle. I’ll look completely harmless, and then I’ll tear them down when it’s time. I smile when I see Clay, and he rolls his eyes at my late arrival.

  “Really? You can’t be on time for anything,” he teases.

  “I wasn’t aware there was a timeframe,” I lie.

  “You were with Hale. I know he told you,” he playfully scolds.

  “You two are such girls. I swear you tell each other everything,” I grouse.

  “I didn’t tell him,” Hale snickers. “He just knew.”

  His hand trails up my back, and I almost forget I’m not supposed to be showing him public affection when I turn and put my hand on his chest.

  “So he doesn’t know about the incredibly long shower you drew out?” I joke.

  “The shower I drew out?” he scoffs in a whisper. “I don’t think so,” he sardonically rolls out with an insuppressible grin.

  Our fun ceases when I see the sweet pale eyes of Brazen approaching, and Hale stiffens slightly as my hand slides off of him.

  “I came to your room, but you weren’t there,” he says suspiciously, his eyes deliberately inspecting Hale.

  Fuck. I used the same damn soap as he did. Brazen’s smell is unparalleled by anyone.

  “I… uh… I”

  “She and the other hybrids came to my place to eat. This colony only offers blood, as I’m sure you’ve already observed,” Hale interjects, and my eyes thank him.

  “I hadn’t thought of that,” Brazen says with his unconvinced gaze.

  “My shower was broken, so I had to use Hale’s. That’s why I was late. He was nice enough to head on and give me his room. That’s why my hair is still wet,” I lie, and I see Hale stifle a grin.

  He walks behind Brazen before turning to give me a wink.

  I’m such a conniving bitch right now.

  “Oh,” he murmurs in acceptance, and then he takes my hand in his.