Forgotten Curse

by Owens, C. M.

  “Can I?” I ask while grazing my teeth over his collar bone, and he trembles lightly.

  “Yes,” he breathes, and I break the skin to taste his warm blood in my mouth.

  The erotic bursts of energy electrify me completely, and his grip becomes savage rather than gentle. His sleek upper body feels incredible beneath my touch, and suddenly I’m being flipped over to face the table as he surges into me from behind. I gasp out my shock, and then I moan out my delight.

  He pushes down against my back with one hand while gripping my hip like a handle with the other to maximize his pounding thrusts. Just when I’m about to find my climax, he jerks me back to face him, and my legs wrap around his waist. I start chasing the fleeing moment as I slide my nails down his back, and he bends me back to rest on the table just barely as he holds my body suspended in the air to fuck me so exquisitely hard.

  His growling grunts send me into near convulsions. I love knowing how much he wants me, and it feels so fucking good when he’s inside me. I gasp when I get lifted once more and dropped against the bed as he pulls my legs up. His lips devour mine, and I tug at his lower one barely before keeping it between my teeth. His rhythm quickens, and then he thrusts in so hard it sends my body forward.

  The walls rattle lightly until a picture shakes free and shatters before I scream out my surreal release. He grunts loudly while following me, and his lips close over mine softer as I tremble beneath the glass-shattering feeling I’m basking in.

  “Fuck,” he pants, and then his arm wraps around me to pull me in closer to him.

  “I’m sorry I woke you up,” I giggle out, and he lets a bit of a laugh escape through his heavy breaths.

  “I’m damn glad I woke up. Come here,” he murmurs, and he pulls me all the closer while covering up our bare bodies with the soft white sheet.

  “Can I stay here with you tonight… or what’s left of it?” I ask hopefully.

  “Baby, you’re crazy if you think I’d let you go anywhere right now,” he playfully teases.

  I smile while snuggling into his soft body, and his naturally cool touch helps to ease the feverish burn on my face as he strokes my cheek.

  “I’m not complaining at all, so don’t take this wrong, but what brought all this on?”

  Tears try to sting my eyes, but just knowing he’s here for me calms the brewing storm.

  “I got my closure,” I mumble, and I feel him breathe out a breath of relief or worry.

  “And?” he asks softly.

  “And, I know I don’t deserve you, but I just want to be with you right now. I understand if you don’t want me. I just needed to know his and my story was-”

  His perfect lips silence my ramble as he inhales me in a kiss. I smile lightly at the rudely wonderful interruption, and his hand jerks my leg around his waist while forcing me to feel his erection.

  “I don’t need to know why, baby. I just need to know you’re back,” he murmurs against my lips.

  I smile more, and then I nod while saying, “I’m back.”

  His smile becomes almost too big, and he just kisses me all the harder while sliding over to be on top of me.

  I smile despite the tears still trying to creep out, and his lips claim mine as their captive while he pulls the sheet over our heads. The hotel phone beside the bed rings obnoxiously, and he jumps up to jerk it to his ear.

  “Who is this?” he growls, and I ignore his serious overreaction when I start kissing his perfect chest.

  He stifles a grin, and then I hear Clay saying, “Brazen, it’s me. Is Araya there?”

  I roll my eyes, and then my lips stroll on down to his firm erection. His eyes scold me momentarily until I close my lips over it and begin sucking his sweet taste mingling with my own.

  “Captain Mordel?” Clay prompts.

  He tightens his lips and rolls his eyes, and my full mouth smiles at his awkward situation as I continue my deep-throat affair.

  “Yes. She’s here,” Brazen groans out.

  I suck harder, and his breath hitches while his free hand grips my hair. I take him as far as I can until I reach his base, and then I begin slowly drawing back while swirling my tongue around the tip.

  “Thank goodness. Hale’s been out looking for her. I was worried she-”

  “She’s fine, and she’s perfectly sane… Sort of,” he grumbles, and I smirk a little bigger while thrusting my mouth downward hard enough to make him almost hiss.

  “Good. I need you both to come to Seminole. We have a situation, and tomorrow we’ll debrief everyone.”

  “I’m on… on detail,” he stammers out when I quicken my motion.

  His hand grips tighter to the back of my head to keep me from moving back too far. I feel a little powerful now that I’ve got him in need.

  “I know you’re on detail, but it’s no longer a priority. We’ll meet tomorrow morning, but I’d like it if both of you came back tonight.”

  My teeth graze the sides of his erection to add a sadistic tease to his mounting torture, and he covers his face with a pillow momentarily before answering, “Yeah. We’ll leave soon.”

  “Thank you. I’ll see you when you-”

  Brazen drops the phone to the hook, and then he jerks me up to kiss his smiling lips.

  “You’re so fucked now,” he growls.

  “I hope so,” I murmur against his lips, and the flames inside his eyes are almost real when he hears my daring remark.

  He jerks me under him, and his lips find my nipples before he thrusts into me.

  “Really fucked,” he mumbles into my mouth, and my lips move over to graze his skin lightly.

  “Prove it,” I dare, and he slams into me over and over to prove he has taken the power.

  It’s so fucking hot to see a controlled sex freak Brazen, and I love his badass self. His hand slides over my throat, and I pull it to my mouth to pretend as though I’m going to bite. My blood bringers nick his skin too much, and his blood does enter my mouth accidentally. The unexpected fire shoots through me, and I moan out when he thrashes into me with more need.

  “Fuck,” he grunts, and he jerks me up to be against him.

  His thrusts become violent and erratic, and it feels phenomenal. I gasp each time he surges in, and it feels so good that my tears form for new reasons. The erotic adrenaline pumps through my veins, and I feel his hips slamming between my legs with more power than I ever knew he had. I just thought I had been fucked by him until now.

  I scream out as my climatic moment explodes around him, and I feel his delicious warmth filling me before his body collapses to me. His lips continue to devour mine, and he smiles against my lips.

  “I didn’t mean to bite you without permission,” I murmur softly.

  “You have my permission to take my blood any-fucking-time you want to, baby. That was incredible,” he gushes.

  I laugh a little, and he reaches down to pick up his clothes. He grabs me to his body and kisses my head before pulling his pants up, and I grumble a little at his perfect body being covered up.

  “I feel like we’ve started all over, and I’m just now getting to know you for the first time,” he murmurs gently before pulling me into his lap.

  “We are starting over, and you are just getting to know the real me,” I snicker out.

  He doesn’t laugh like I do, and he tilts my head up so my eyes are forced to stare into his serious ones.

  “You never had to keep anything from me, baby. I love every inch of you - inside and out.”

  I smile while blushing lightly, and then I snuggle into his chest a little more.

  “I don’t want to go to back - especially not now. I just want to lie here in your arms and shut out the rest of the world.”

  He gives me such a sensual kiss, and then he playfully slaps my ass before standing up and pulling me with him.

  “We have to go back, and you don’t have to shut the world out. I’ve got your back,” he chirps, and I laugh at his juvenile behavior as his lips
stroll back over mine before pulling my shirt on for me.

  “I want to be held,” I pout while exaggerating the pucker of my lips, and he grins far too big while rolling his eyes.

  “I’ll hold you all the way to Seminole, and then I’ll hold you all night. Then… I’ll hold you everyday after,” he smoothly releases, and damn it’s so fucking hot.

  I huff, “I drove here. You can’t hold me, and it’ll hurt both of us to lose closeness right now.”

  “You really think I’m letting you out of my sight?” he playfully rebuts. “We’ll take my car, and I’ll send someone to collect the one you drove here.”

  “Your car? You rode a bike into Hershian.”

  He smirks deviously, and then rolls his eyes while tossing me my pajama shorts I put on with a begrudged motion.

  “You wanted to ride the bike, didn’t you?”

  I nod with a smile, and he laughs while shaking his head and pulling on a shirt.

  “I knew that was a good investment. I told you I had all my stuff delivered… including my cars. I drove one of my cars instead of the bike because of the distance. I knew I’d have to pull over several times to find shelter while the sun was in full glow. My car has automatic tint.”

  I frown slightly, and then I kiss his chest through his shirt.

  “I’ll help you pack,” I grumble, and he laughs again.

  “I keep my bags packed while on detail in case I have to move quickly. Sorry babe, we’re going now.”

  I scowl at him, and he pulls a strap over his shoulder before pulling me into his arms.

  “Those girls downstairs are going to love me now,” I grouse while staring at my just-fucked hairstyle.

  He laughs ferociously loud, and then he kisses the top of my head.

  “They don’t give a damn about what people do here.”

  “They do when they’re gushing over Captain Mordel,” I snark, and he laughs even harder.

  “You really are back - cute jealous bone and all.”

  I unsuccessfully try to stifle my grin, and he pulls my hand in his while leading me out the door and down the stairs.

  “You didn’t even take the time to put on shoes?” he muses while staring at my bare feet.

  “You’re just now noticing that?” I say to keep from answering his question directly.

  “Well, when you showed up, my eyes never made it that far down,” he smolders out.

  “Stay here with me, and I’ll put on a really good show,” I seduce, and he groans out his frustrations.

  “I thought the interrogation room was the only place you didn’t fight fair,” he gripes, and I laugh lightly while we enter the lobby.

  “Captain Mordel,” the full blood receptionist gushes out while tossing her hair nervously and giggling out her girlish excitement.

  I roll my eyes, and then I try to hide behind him to keep my shady appearance from being so displayed.

  “I’ll be checking out now, and I need a driver to carry a vehicle to Seminole.”

  My lips graze his back, and his hand holds mine tighter as the desire to be close becomes almost painful. We shouldn’t have left the room so soon.

  “We have a delivery service that travels that distance. I can charge your card on file,” she perkily delivers.

  “No, that’s my work card. This is a personal matter. Just use this one,” he murmurs assertively while handing her his card, and now I definitely feel like a bought-and-paid for booty call.

  Sheesh.

  “Yes Sir,” she mumbles, and her eyes glance very disapprovingly toward me.

  I huff out my agitation, and I see Brazen struggling to stifle his grin. She hands him back his card, and then she glares at me with disgust oozing from her pale eyes. He sets the keys down on the counter in front of the woman refusing to stop acting as though I’m the devil’s vixen.

  Brazen turns to take my hand, and then he jerks me to his body to deliver the most passionate and incredibly inappropriate kiss to silence the death stares of the intrusive eyes. I smile against his lips, and then he walks me out while continuing to pull me into the most deliciously sublime kiss.

  “Can I tell you I love you, or is it too soon?” he murmurs softly while pushing me outside.

  “You can tell me, but I don’t know if I’m ready to say it back,” I mumble guiltily.

  “You don’t have to be, baby. I just don’t want to scare you off.”

  I smile lightly, and then I stare into the eyes that have never been anything but comforting.

  “I’m not going anywhere, Brazen,” I murmur softly, and then I huff, “Other than Seminole apparently.”

  He can’t restrain his laughter, and he takes my hand before opening the door to his very sexy two-door car. It’s black and blacked out all over, and the interior continues the solid color scheme with the black leather. I roll my eyes, and then I snuggle against him once he sits down.

  “I take it you did a lot of shopping when we split up,” I mumble, and he chuckles lightly.

  “I might have. Like you said, it pays damn good to be a captain,” he smolders out, and then he pulls me to be in his lap while cranking up the car. “I told you I was going to hold you all the way to Seminole, and I meant it.”

  I smile against his neck, and then my teeth lightly scrape against his skin.

  “You might regret giving me full access to your blood anytime I want it. I’m a hybrid you know?”

  He smirks before cutting the headlights off, and his eyes burn their night vision glow as he focuses his attention on me instead of the open road ahead.

  “You’re addictive, and I fucking love it, so no regrets.”

  I pull my grinning lower lip between my teeth to offer him my mischievous stare, and then my teeth break the flesh just as Berimond falls out of sight.

  Brazen. Definitely Brazen.

  Chapter 4

  Running Blood and Blood Runners

  We pull up to Seminole, and I’m still firmly attached to him like a needed crutch since his blood has graced my lips several times. He keeps his arm wrapped around me as he pulls me out of the car, and I see Hale running his hand through his hair while speaking to Clay. They’re far away in a dark corner, and they’re whispering too low for even me to hear - though the conversation looks heated. They haven’t even noticed I’m back which means I’ll have to fucking tell them so I can check in to the ordered gathering. Fuck.

  “I need to go find Luke and fight out what’s going on. Are you going to be okay without me for a minute?” he asks softly.

  “Luke?” I muse.

  “Yeah, he’s our full blood gossip fly trap. I need to find out who’s where and how many are able to come. It’s sort of my job now,” he grouses.

  “I’ll be fine. Just don’t take too long,” I exasperate.

  He smirks before kissing me on top of the head. I smile lightly, and then I take a deep breath before walking toward Clay and Hale. Of all the fucking people to be our damn advocate, it has to be Hale. I knew I should have made time to vote.

  I approach without making a sound so as not to prematurely disturb their conversation, and my bare feet allow me to accomplish such a feat with perfect stealth. I realize I’ve been too quiet and inconspicuous when they still don’t notice me, and now I’m within range.

  “I told you that you would push her right back into his arms if you said something that fucking stupid,” Clay scolds.

  “I had to say something. If she wants to be with him, then what-the-hell-ever,” Hale growls.

  “She’ll never forgive you for telling her that. She’ll end up marrying him, and he’s not going to do something that fucking ignorant. Is that what you want? You have to go get her as soon as she gets here… before she falls back in love with him.”

  “You know I can’t do that. You made me choose, and I chose. You know it’s the right choice,” Hale snarls.

  Really? Clay thinks Hale could have me back after he fucked Alex? Is my tattoo of a crazy girl instead
of a sparrow?

  “You aren’t giving her enough credit,” Clay exasperates.

  No. You’re not giving me enough credit, Clay. I do have some self respect. I love Hale, but he did one fucking spectacular job of smashing my heart.

  “I drove to Berimond to find her. I was going to spill everything, and then I heard her laughing from all the way downstairs in the hotel lobby. I’m not taking that away from her when I can’t offer her the same fucking thing right now. You know I’m right.”

  He drove to Berimond? Why? Spill what? Were there more girls? I need a fucking drink.

  “Where’s Brazen going to be staying?” Clay sighs.

  “There’s a captain’s suite just a few doors down. Araya sort of joined our places,” Hale mumbles.

  “I know. I saw the sheet Grayson hung up to separate the two spaces.”

  “I have to fix that immediately. This is hard enough without knowing there’s just a sheet stopping me from getting to her,” Hale painfully releases, but it just doesn’t make any sense.

  He could have had me. I begged him to take me, and he told me he can’t love. He told me he fucked Alex. How is it he seems so tortured now? He’s so fucked up.

  “She’ll probably be staying with Brazen now, so you won’t have that to worry about. I’m starting to fear you’ve fucked your chances completely.”

  “She won’t stay with him. She has the kids to take care of, and she’s-”

  “Here,” Clay interrupts when he catches a glimpse of me stepping out from behind the side of the building which has shielded me from sight.

  Hale swallows hard, and the pain pours from his eyes as he holds back unexplainable tears. It’s heartbreaking to see him right now, and my stomach flips and flops incredulously.

  “I am. I was just checking in per protocol during a mandated assembly. Now that I have, I’m going to go check on Grayson and Angelica. Are they upset?”

  Hale takes a breath, and his fists clench at his side.

  “No. They’re fine,” he murmurs softly, and I fidget awkwardly as his eyes scour my ragged appearance.