Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 108563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
He doesn’t stop moving, and with every thrust, his pelvis grinds against my sensitive clit, sending shivers sailing through my body and increasing the intensity.
My nails are deep in his skin, and I only notice when a trail of blood mixes with the water and falls over his massive shoulder, and judging by the pure elation on his face, he didn’t notice either.
I release my hold on him, and as we both start coming down, he braces his arm against the wall above my head, leaning into me as we each try to catch our breath. “Fuck, baby,” he says, adjusting his hold on me as I try to lower myself to my feet and stand on shaking legs.
Needing the protection of his big body to keep me upright, I place my hand against his chest and feel just how fast his heart is racing as he clutches my waist. His forehead drops to mine, our chests moving as one. “If I ever lost you, Kienna . . .”
He doesn’t finish his sentence, but I nod, knowing exactly what he’s trying to say as I feel it just as strongly within my own heart. “I’d sooner give up my own life than ever have to face one without you,” I tell him. “You, me, and Shadow.”
“Family,” he says.
I nod, and we stay just like that until the water begins to run cold, and we’re forced out of the shower. He wraps me in a towel before grabbing another for himself, and by the time we’re finally dressed and climbing into bed, a heaviness washes over me.
Reaper pulls me into his arms, his fingers dancing across my skin as I lay against his chest in one of his many black shirts. “Sleep, Kienna. You need to rest, then when we wake, we’ll figure out how the hell we’re supposed to pull this off in the next—” Reaper pauses, checking the time on his phone. “Forty-two hours.”
The idea of our time running out makes me feel sick, and all I can do is nod against his chest, but the exhaustion is creeping up on me fast, and I know just how right he is. We both have to sleep if we’re going to have any chance of coming up with a plan that could possibly get all three of us out of this godforsaken town alive.
“Forty-two hours,” I repeat, the heaviness clear in my tone.
“We’ll figure something out,” he promises. “We didn’t come this far just to lose it all at the finish line.”
Trusting him with my life, I nod, and just as I go to close my eyes, the door barges open, and in a flash, Shadow is standing at the foot of our bed, my gun resting so casually in her hand.
We both sit up, my eyes wide as I take her in. “I’m sorry,” she tells us, her eyes filled with a strange mix of fear and betrayal. Then, before I have a chance to even move, she pulls the trigger, sending a bullet straight through the center of Reaper’s chest.
I scream, my heart racing in fear as Reaper’s heavy body slams back down against the mattress, blood immediately pouring from the wound in his chest. “NO,” I scream, slamming my hands against his chest before looking back at Shadow in horror, unable to recognize the girl looking back at me.
“It’s the only way,” she says as his blood pours over my fingers.
I shake my head, fear pounding through my chest as I do everything to save Reaper, only I see the intention in her eyes and I know I’m next. “No, Shadow,” I panic, knowing if I go down, there’s nobody left to save Reaper. “Don’t do this. Don’t—”
BANG!
30
MILA
ONE MONTH LATER
Tears stream down my cheeks as I drop down on the bench that overlooks the whole of the Seattle cityscape. It’s beautiful during the day, but at night, it always took Siren’s breath away. I’ve always been a landscape girl. Give me a beach or a mountainside any day, but Siren always had a thing for the big city.
She used to drag me up here nearly every weekend, spouting bullshit about how the walk was good for us, but no matter how allergic I was to exercise, she always managed to get me up here. Truth be told, I actually enjoyed the walk. I just enjoyed giving her a hard time more.
She was my best friend, and any time I spent with her was my favorite part of the day. And now as I stare at the little plaque that overlooks Seattle, I can’t help but feel broken. It’s been almost a month since the end of War Games, and the moment I saw the death toll with both Siren’s and Reaper’s names on it, I couldn’t believe my eyes.