Without saying a word, he gives me a little shove and dislodges me from my spot between the two men. The look on his face is hard, and I try to calm the spinning enough to make sense of what’s happening around me. Mason looks upset. Why? Was he jealous of my attention toward his roommates? No, not just roommates.Teammates.
A team I’m not a part of. Not really. I’ve given up everything and I have no one left on my side.
It’s clear these guys don’t really include me. They use me.
I’ll admit that I’ve been using them too, but not anymore. I’m going to earn their trust. I’ll go to that stupid event and I’ll prove my worth. If I live through it, I’ll demand my place on their team. Until then, I’ll bide my time.
And survive the power that’s threatening my every breath right now.
I stumble up the staircase, and Mouse places a hand on my back, steadying me before I fall on my face. I practically crawl up the stairs and Mason guides me to a room at the end of a long hallway.
Once the door is open, he leads me to a large, comfortable bed. I don’t even look around. I simply settle into the mattress and lay down, closing my eyes. I need the world to stop spiraling out of control. Fucking rollercoaster.
“What did you do to her?” Mason’s voice is hard as steel as he confronts someone. I don’t open my eyes to look. It’s just not that important.
“The right question would be what she did to herself.” Jameson helpfully points out but doesn’t give away my secret.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Mason is like a dog chasing a bone that’s hooked to a stick that’s attached to its back; the object he wants just out of reach.
I decide to end his suffering and save the headache of Jameson lying to his teammate and friend.
“I absorb power.” It comes out as a mumble, and I refuse to open my eyes. I don’t want to see the undulating room.
“You… absorb power?” he repeats. “Other people's power?”
“She does. She’s taken me inside her body twice now.” Jameson cocky innuendo doesn’t pass me by.
Why are they all so insufferable?
“You couldn’t have phrased that any dirtier.” I grumble, struggling to sit up. “I’ve taken his power inside of my body. Not his dick. He wishes.” I crack my eyes open and arch a brow in his direction.
“You’d be lucky to have my dick, sweetheart.” Jameson runs his hand down his body and dips the tips of his fingers in the low-slung waistband of his dark wash jeans. I focus on that hand even though I’m dizzy. I want his exploration to continue. He stops, leaving his hand where it is, teasing me.
Unfortunately, I know he’s right, but I’ll be dead before I stroke his ego. I could be persuaded to stroke something else though, if there was a promise of mutual satisfaction. A fire burns low in my belly and I clench my thighs together, trying to add pressure and relieve the tension that’s building.
A shiver wracks my body as another strong wave of energy overwhelms me. I feel like I’m dying. A beautiful, stimulating death.
“She needs to get rid of some of it somehow. It seems to be affecting her.” Mason crosses an arm over his chest, rests his other elbow on it, and grabs his chin as he studies me.
“I’ve got a plan.” Jameson interlaces his fingers, stretches his arms out, and cracks his knuckles.
The mischievous look he gives me makes me worry. It also makes my core clench around nothing. Sadly.
He swaggers over to the bed and drops down next to me with a plop that rocks the mattress. He’s got the subtlety and fineness of a goat.
“Whoa there.” I place a hand on his chest as his arms settle low against my back.
He swoops in before I can utter another word and crashes his lips to mine. This kiss is voracious and all consuming. He devours my mouth, dragging a response from deep within me. Our kiss is like a battle, a give and take that leaves me reeling every time he pulls back only to crush our mouths together once again. I try to return the favor, determined to rock his world. I nip his bottom lip and then his tongue is delving into my mouth. My moan echoes around the room.
He disengages for just a second and whispers against my lips, “Just let go, babe.”
I have just enough time to mutter, “This isn’t going to work.” Then his tongue is back, teasing every sensitive spot in my mouth. My breasts push against his chest, trying hard to eliminate every small amount of space between us.
Tension releases in my shoulders as my fingers grip hard onto his hair. Through my distraction, I feel the release of power, the excess I carry rushing out. I’m whole, and that’s enough. I don’t need more. I’m not eager to repeat that experience, especially with someone like Armond. The relief I feel as I dispel his energy nearly brings tears to my eyes. I didn’t want his essence floating around inside my body.
I could kiss Jameson, except I already am. I release my tight hold on his blonde locks, wrapping my arms up around his neck and turn our demanding kiss into a gentle caress of our mouths.
When he finally pulls back, our breath mingles together as we both breathe heavily.
