Page 27 of Raze
“Cibrina’s sending us a van and Cassandra.”
Any trickle of annoyance or jealousy is gone when I hear her name. All I feel is relief that she’s on her way. “Tell them to hurry. Jack doesn’t look good, and the fire department will probably be here any minute.”
I keep my grip on Jackson so I can feel his chest moving beneath me. I don’t think I’ll let go until he’s been healed and I know he’ll be okay. There’s blood all over Kellan from his chest and arms down.
“Are you okay?” I ask Kell quickly, needing to be sure the blood isn’t his. But also worrying about that amount of blood, if it’s all from Jackson. When he looks at me, his expression is dark and brooding.
“Just fine,” he answers, but there’s something in his tone that’s off. I put a pin in that for later, because a van pulls down the larger alleyway on the other building’s side, and it’s time to load up.
Chapter seven
Kellan
The knife in myhand slices across the back of my arm in a single, clean cut. Pain flares briefly before it ebbs to a stubborn ache. My skin heals itself and then transforms to tight, golden scales. I pull out my phone and set the timer.
Last night was a shit show of epic proportions. If not for Jackson and Raegan, we would all be gone. The fact that I did fucking nothing during the entire fight has me pissed at myself. I’ve become too careless, thinking my fighting skills and regeneration meant I was guaranteed a win.
Thorne proved I still have plenty of weaknesses that can be exploited.
I’ve been wasting my latest years at the bottom of a bottle, being as reckless and dumb as I could be. I should have been training. Learning more about my gift.
Does the level of damage to me affect the strength or duration of the scales? Is there any way I can activate them without being injured first? Could I ever turn them all on at the start of a fight instead of alittle at a time? Can I hold it for longer than an hour?
I don’t know any of that. I didn’t care before. We’d had no real fights in the last two years, and I’d gotten cocky. But fighting against the bottom of the GE hierarchy agents is nothing compared to the big leagues like Thorne. How many gifted agents does GE have at his level? Or higher?
“What are you doing out here?”
My heart stutters offbeat, and my cock thickens in my jeans at the sound of her voice. I’m a goner for this girl, and she still thinks she’s going to walk away from this city and us after we take down GE. I also know that she’s going to do whatever she wants, even if that means going off on her own if she finds herself not liking our plans.
I don’t know why she’s decided to stick with us since we all found out Vera’s alive. To keep an eye on Dane, maybe. Or she actually agreed with Aiden about us working together to get this done. Either way, she’s here for the thinnest of reasons that could snap at any time.
I can’t let that happen.
“Training.” I check the timer to see that I’m reaching the hour mark of this test. Since I’m sitting on a tree stump, I have to look up to see her face. She’s in jeans and a plain shirt like me, both of our tops hugging our upper halves like a second skin. Her long blonde hair is down and un-styled. I can tell because her waves are more haphazard, and there are random curls here and there. “You been looking for me, beautiful?” I tease with a drawl.
Raegan stares at my arm and then the timer. Her brows pinch as she tries to figure out what I’m doing. “You’re trying to time howlong you can hold it?” she guesses, then crouches down into a squat to get a better look at my arm.
Her breath fans across my arm, and I’m gifted with the smell of vanilla now that she’s close enough. I’m tempted to grab her hair and wrap it around my fist. Give her something else to look at. My dick stirs at the thought, and words slip past my lips without a filter. “I can go as long as I need to, beautiful. Want to christen these woods with me?”
Her blue eyes flare at the suggestion, and I know she’s down for it as much as I am. Fuck. Yes.
I grab her by the neck, pulling her lips up to mine and then lifting her to straddle my hips. She grinds her pussy into me, and it feels so fucking good. We still have clothes between us, and I’m rock-hard. It’s all her. She’s an aphrodisiac all on her own. The fire in her big, bright eyes. The warm smell of vanilla. Her sharp tongue that can sound so sweet when it’s coaxed out of her right. The way her slight frame fits completely inside mine, which makes me want to wrap around her tight.
She tastes like strawberries today, and I’ve never been so starved for the fruit in my life. Raegan smacks my chest and pulls back. Her pupils are dilated, and she’s panting when she attempts to back out. “Is this all you think about? Sex? Everything just comes out dirty to you?”
I grin and smack her ass, then drag her hips over me again. Her eyes roll back into her head as she gasps with pleasure.
“Maybe I just have a sexy imagination.”
Raegan doesn’t have a chance to comment on that before I’msmashing my lips against hers again. I haven’t finished tasting her.
Her fingers dig into my hair and she yanks my hair tie free. My hair falls around her hand, and she grabs it like it’s a safety line.
“Crap. What about your training?” She breaks away again to look at my arm, but fuck that.
“We really need to work on your dirty talk, beautiful. Don’t worry, I’ll carry the ship for now. You just sing for me.”
I lift us up, then do a controlled drop to my knees to place her on the ground beneath me. We’re deep in the woods from the firehouse with no other buildings or people around.
