Broken Knights (Gifted Academy #4) - Michelle Hercules Page 0,85
the only way to truly end this war is to vanquish Chaos?”
“Are you saying you believe our child would be the God-killer?”
“I don’t know. It makes sense. And Morpheus had a vision about us being linked by the infinity band. What if our meeting was preordained?”
“Preordained? I’m not sure about that.”
“I never told anyone this, but I wasn’t headed to Poppy’s Joint that night we met. I didn’t even know it existed before I parked in front of it.”
“But you said you came in because we’re notorious for our pies.”
He shakes his head. “I got that from your poster on the window. I was driving aimlessly that night. Don’t get me wrong. I wanted pie.”
“How did you know where to go, then?”
“I had a vision of the place. It popped into my head unbidden. And somehow, I was able to find it without getting lost even though I had never been there before. It was as if a greater force was leading me there.”
My heart is beating much faster now while I’m grappling with Bryce’s revelation. My mind whirls as it tries to connect all the pieces in this gigantic puzzle.
“Why didn’t you tell me before?”
“I didn’t think it was important. But then there were other details, such as how Gunther knew exactly how long to keep me locked away until you were in mortal danger, or how he and my mother knew I’d be able to heal you. I think a demigod or even a god is feeding them this information.”
“And you think all that means those crazy fanatics were right about the God-killer?”
He caresses my cheek. “I just think it’s not a theory we should ignore.”
I bite my lower lip. “But what if it’s bullshit? I’m only eighteen. I’m not ready to… procreate. Besides, the world is crazy right now. It’d be irresponsible to bring a child into it.”
He sighs against my lips, the hot air tickling my skin. “You’re right. We shouldn’t be reckless about this. Besides, I think if I knocked you up, Xavier would have my balls.”
“Yeah, I think he would.”
Bryce steps back and then picks up his jeans from the floor. “This is the last one.” He pulls a wrapper from the back pocket. “Maybe we should have asked Xavier to buy us more condoms.”
Heat rushes to my face. “They risked their lives to get essential supplies.”
“Well, I consider avoiding teen pregnancy essential.” He smiles cheekily.
“I think Phoenix’s humor is rubbing off on you.”
“Maybe.” Bryce tears the package with his teeth without breaking eye contact, then rolls the condom down his shaft. I’m still in the same spot with my back pressed against the wall when he cages me in by bracing his forearms on each side of my head. “Where were we?”
I reach for his fine ass and pull his hips against mine. I’m so wet that he slides halfway in even in this awkward position.
“About here,” I murmur.
He grabs my hips, lifting me off the floor. I wrap my legs around him, hooking them at the ankles behind his butt, which grants him easy access for a home run. He fills me completely while searing my mouth with an ardent kiss. I dig my heels against his ass, squeezing him, which elicits a grunt from deep his throat.
“Damn it, babe. Why do you always have to feel so fucking amazing?”
“Would you rather I didn’t?” I pepper his jaw with kisses.
“Hell no.”
There’s no keeping the pace slow with us because the urgency from before has returned with a vengeance. Bryce pistons in and out of me like a man on a mission, quickly turning my body into mush. The delicious pressure between my legs builds up quickly, and I’m glad my mouth is currently busy or I’d scream from the top of my lungs. It feels so good, and I obviously have zero control of my body.
Bryce’s grunts become louder as he increases his tempo. In this empty area, our lovemaking sounds, even if muffled, echo too noisily. I begin to worry Xavier is going to bust us, but my mind scrambles when the wave of cosmic orgasm finally hits me. Accidentally, I bite Bryce’s lower lip, drawing blood. Man, I’m savage.
Bryce follows suit in the next minute, abandoning my mouth to hide his face in the crook of my neck. His body spasms almost violently as he empties himself in me, warm and sleek.
Huh?
I push him back with such force that he loses his balance and staggers back. “What’s wrong?”