by P. Jameson
Every curve of her body fitting perfectly with his. Just like he’d predicted.
White-hot lust flooded her, and with a primal roar, she pushed him back, switching places so she was on top. But before she could have her way with him, he stopped her.
“Lola wait. Your wounds.”
She shook her head, showing him her knee. “They’re better. See?”
“But… how?” His fingers prodded her once hurt leg where it straddled his waist and somehow, she was able to calm the lust.
“I’m different,” she said, old fears sneaking back in. But no, she wouldn’t let them. Not now, not here, when she was finally connecting with the man she loved.
His fingers danced along her hips, moving up and up until he palmed each breast. “What are you?”
She shook her head, rocking her hips closer and closer to his hardened cock. “I’m nothing.”
He jerked his gaze from her breasts to her eyes. “You’re everything,” he growled.
Her heart went ice-cream-on-a-summer-day soft.
“No, I mean… I’m not any one thing. I’m a confusing mash up that can’t be categorized. I’m human, but more. Stronger. Faster. I’m a shifter, but I don’t shift. A Sorcera by birth, but I have no magic. And distantly, a Daybreaker, yet I require no blood.”
A crease formed between his brows, but his hands never stopped wandering. “You’re a hybrid then,” he said, flipping her back over. “My sexy little hybrid. You’re amazing.”
What remaining worries she had melted away under his touch, his lingering kiss. And when he pulled back to stare into her eyes, she knew this was it. The one moment out of an infinity, that she would treasure for all her days.
Hatch brought a hand to her entrance, testing to make sure she was ready. She jerked against his soft touch, aching for more.
“So wet,” he murmured, his expression going rabid.
Poised between her legs, his erection brushed at the apex of her thighs before he pressed into her with a long, measured thrust.
Mine.
Lola gasped at the sweet invasion, and he swooped in to catch it from her lips. He kissed her senseless, lapping and sucking until she was completely soft beneath him.
And then he moved. Slow at first, a long delicious drag out, before plunging back in. He repeated the motion, grinding his hips against hers until she was dizzy with pleasure and so close to release.
When he picked up speed, she knew she wasn’t going to last long. She let out a tortured moan, and Hatch thrusted impossibly faster.
“Look at me,” he rasped.
Her eyes popped open like he was her master and she was to obey every command.
“Want to see you come. Want to see it in your perfect fucking eyes.”
Lola tangled her hands in his hair, bringing his face closer as he pounded away at her, each movement more intense than the one before it.
“You’re… all… mine,” he growled in between each push.
And that was all it took to send her flailing over the blissful edge. His claim on her body and her heart was complete.
As she spasmed on him, waves of pleasure wracking her body, he roared his own release. Long and loud and liberating.
Liberated. That exactly how Lola felt. Free to be herself, knowing she was perfect in Hatch’s eyes.
Eventually, he slowed his hips, moving softly until he came to a full stop and collapsed half on top of her, out of breath. She kissed his shoulder, drawing her hand up his muscular back.
“Hatch,” she whispered.
He groaned against her neck and his hot breath made her giggle.
“So now you’ll call me Hatch?” He lifted his head long enough to toss her a raised eyebrow, and then rolled to his side, pulling her snug against him. His thick arms banded around her like he was afraid she’d disappear while he was sleeping.
“Sure,” she teased. “Ply me with orgasms and I’ll call you anything you want.”
He leaned forward and nipped her ear as punishment, drawing another happy giggle.
“Lola?”
“Yes.”
“Someday,” his voice was drowsy and pleasure drunk. “Will you have a house with me? One with a yard and a fence? And a couple kids and a puppy to fill it?”
Her breath stalled in her chest and she couldn’t answer immediately because unshed tears clogged her throat. But the answer was yes. Unequivocally yes.
“Wherever you are,” she promised, snuggling into his embrace. “That’s where I’ll be.”
Chapter Nine
Hatch eyed his girl as they stood in Drak’s ridiculous office. The ceilings were triple high, with bottom to top bookshelves. Rolling ladder included. A window the size of Texas took up one whole wall, and the heat from it should have been smothering. Instead, the room was chilly. Briefly, Hatch wondered what Drak’s electric bill looked like.
Narrowing his gaze at Lola, he wondered why she hadn’t stopped staring at the giant painting of three women dressed in old fashioned clothing. One blond, one brunette, and one red-haired, their hands were folded perfectly at their waists, each with a polite expression. Hatch had seen the painting a time or two. It didn’t exactly suit Drak’s style, but he decided it was an art piece of some value the vamp had acquired. It probably cost millions.
Drak cleared his throat from behind his billiard table sized desk.
“You admire the painting?” he asked Lola.
She nodded, eyes still glued to the art. “I do.”
“They are the mothers of our race,” he told her.
This pulled her gaze to him, and one side of her mouth curved upward. “I know.”
The Daybreaker seemed shocked before he blinked and covered the expression.
Hatch stepped closer to Lola. Drak had called them in to talk about Hazel’s transition and their plans going forward now that blood supplies were depleted. But there was also the little hybrid bomb they needed to drop on him.
Should go over well.
Or not, because who was Hatch kidding. His boss was a control freak.
Either way, Hatch was standing by his girl.
“You know?” Drak raised a curious eyebrow. “Care to explain how you know, Lola?”
She stared back at the picture, a wistful smile on her face. “That one right there?” She pointed a finger to the one in the middle, with the dark hair and big doe eyes. “She’s my great-great- grandmother.”
So that explained it. These women were Lola’s ancestors. Part of her beautiful mixed heritage.
But Drak stiffened in his chair. “You are a descendent of the Sorcera who created us?”
Lola nodded.
“That’s what we came to tell you,” Hatch began.
“I’m… different,” Lola said, turning her attention back to Drak. Hatch had a feeling she’d been describing herself like that for too long. “I’m a little bit of everything. Sorcera, shifter, Daybreaker, and of course… human. Hatch says I’m a hybrid. I like that name. Because before, I had nothing to call it.”
Drak was silent for a long time, running one thin finger along his pursed lips.
“Powers?” he asked.
Lola glanced at Hatch and he nodded his encouragement. “None really. Everything is dormant. Except I’m stronger than a normal human, and faster.”
“No magic?” Drak clarified.
“No.”
“And no animal?”
“None that comes out.”
“And you don’t require blood and sun?”
“No.”
He nodded slowly, his gaze finding Hatch. But he didn’t know what was going through the Daybreaker’s mind.
“A hybrid,” he mused. “Perhaps you’ll be our secret weapon.”
Hatch stiffened. He wasn’t down with using his woman as any kind of weapon.
“Relax, Hatch.” Drak narrowed his gaze. “As you well know, I take good care of my weapons. And we’re going to need all the help we can get with a transitioning Daybrea
ker in our care.” He sighed long and loud. “The banks are depleted. As I suspected, all major cities across America were hit. We suspect other coordinated attacks will take place soon across the globe. Our kind are gathering all across the world, but I fear this is only the beginning… of the end.”
His tone was calm, when Hatch figured it should be stressed.
“Sounds grim, yet you don’t seem worried,” he said, confused.
Drak smiled wide, his retracted fangs glistening in the sun blazing through the window. He drew in a long breath before answering.
“I’m not worried.” He stared Hatch right in the eye, and he knew the vamp was telling the truth.
“What will we do?” Lola asked.
“We will do what people have been doing for ages and ages, hybrid.” His gaze softened a touch. “We will survive. And we will do it well.”
He stared at Hatch, his eyes speaking a promise. A vow. One Hatch believed. They would survive. Together. All of them. Hatch, Lola, Hazel, Drak and his crew. They would survive, and they would do it well.
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