Chapter 28
Kate
The closer we get to the mountains, the slower I’m moving. I feel sluggish, like I’m crawling through molasses. Jordan doesn’t question me or demand I move faster, but I can sense her watchful eyes on me.
Even though my body is forcing us to slow down, I’m aggravated about it.
About my limitations. I’m angry that we need to take such a long journey around.
I’m angry that Jordan has put me in this position to begin with.
I’m angry at the world for giving me the short end of the stick, for making me live this life that no one would want.
I’m nearly foaming at the mouth by the time the sun reaches its highest point, beating down on us. I’m angry at it, too, for still shining. Why can’t it explode and wipe everyone out in an instant? It would be better than living through this hell.
Heat spreads across my scalp, overheating me. With more force than necessary, I rip my backpack off my shoulders and throw it to the ground. I crouch down next to it and rummage around for something to provide me with some shelter.
Jordan halts ahead. “Everything all right?” She throws over her shoulder.
“Fine,” I grumble.
Her footsteps get louder as she approaches. “Do you need something?”
“Just anything to cover me. I don’t want to get sunburnt.” My tone is clipped, but I can’t stop myself. I pull a shirt from my backpack and haphazardly wrap it around my head.
Jordan crouches in front of me, and when I lift my eyes to find her smirking, my anger bubbles up and over. “What?” I bark.
She blinks, the red ring in her eyes more pronounced today. “Nothing. You just—”
“Just what?”
“You look a bit silly, is all.” She bites her bottom lip, a twinkle in her eye as she tries not to laugh.
A little shriek of annoyance escapes me as I roughly close my backpack and stand, stalking away from her.
“Hey,” she calls before her hand is on my shoulder, stopping me. I pivot and shrug her off, steam nearly coming out of my ears. “I’m sorry. I was joking.”
“Well, can you not?” I know I’m being unreasonable, but I can’t stop. It’s like I’m a volcano that’s been dormant for too long, ready to erupt.
Jordan cocks her head, scrutinizing me. “What’s—” She stops, her nostrils flaring. “Oh. You’re menstruating.”
My mouth hangs open. “Did you really just say that?” How rude, how dismissive to chalk up my mood to something like that.
She caresses one of her fangs with her tongue before growling, shifting into the stance of a predator.
It distracts me from my anger for a moment, shifting from irritation to confusion.
My mouth opens to ask what’s going on, but no words have time to form before she launches at me.
My back hits the grass, and the air rushes from my lungs at the impact.
I lift my head and watch in shock as Jordan all but rips my pants off, carnal hunger contorting her face.
Panic seizes my heart. She wants my blood. Is she going to bite me? I squirm, trying to get away as she exposes me to the afternoon breeze.
“Jordan,” I breathe, my hands moving to cover myself. “Jordan, don’t.”
She snarls at me, a beast lost to her hunger as she grips my wrists and pins them at my sides. “Open,” she demands, her voice not wholly her own.
I try kicking my legs, but she forces her way in between them, hovering over me.
I almost shriek when she presses her mouth to me, expecting the tearing of flesh as she rips me apart. My body locks up, waiting for the pain, but none comes.
Instead of her teeth sinking into my flesh, I feel her tongue lick me slowly. Pleasure sparks along my skin as she circles my clit before dipping to my entrance. Ravenous growls come from her as she laps at me.
The fear of her biting me still simmers under the surface, but arousal slowly clouds my mind. This is incredibly dangerous. I can’t believe I’m allowing this to happen. I need to get up, need to get her off me before she takes things too far.
I try to wrestle free, but her grip on my wrists is too strong. She lifts her head, my blood on her lips, as she stares me down angrily.
“Don’t fucking move.”
I can’t help the whimper that escapes me as her command relaxes my body. Despite what my mind is telling me, a rush of desire pangs through me. Jordan hisses before diving back in, feasting on me. My head falls back against the warm grass, sun beating down as arousal builds between my legs.
The noises Jordan makes are barely human, but it makes me feel hotter, makes my legs fall open even more to let her in.
Release gathers in me, ready to take me away from here and damn whatever consequences are waiting for me when Jordan’s hands release my wrists and slide under my ass.
In the blink of an eye, I’m being lifted, suddenly finding myself upright.
With me sitting on Jordan’s face.
My eyes lock with hers as she drinks from me. Her face is soft with pleasure, moans leaking from her mouth. Feeling her vibrate against me throws me over the edge. I throw my head back and cry out as release spirals out of control.
My hips cant back and forth against Jordan’s tongue, wanting more, never wanting it to end. She grips my hips and helps me ride her face.
Sweat sticks to my skin as my senses turn back on, reminding me that
Jordan is eating me out in the middle of a field where infected could spring up at any moment. I shift, trying to scramble off her, but she holds me still.
“Jordan,” I mewl, aftershocks still sparking in my blood, “we can’t be out here.”
“We’re safe,” she growls against me, making me shiver. “Let me take care of you.”
It’s clear she isn’t done devouring me, her eyes hooded with desire. I’m about to argue my point more, but her tongue glides over my clit over and over.
I give a little moan as she works me up again. My pleasure is in her hands, and she’s going to take and take until I physically can’t handle it anymore.
Her hands move to where we’re joined, her fingers lightly caressing the sides of my lips in rhythm with her tongue. The massaging has me seeing stars, and I fall over the edge again, my body lighting up from within. Jordan works me through it, not letting up, even as I slump forward in defeat.
“Jordan,” I plead, sounding utterly pathetic. “I can’t.”
“You can,” she says against me, not giving me any reprieve. “You will.”
“Fuck,” I pant.
Maybe she won’t kill me with her bite—maybe it’ll be by her talented tongue. I succumb to the pleasure, riding her face as I tip my head back, basking in the glow.