When The Grave Calls (The Veil Diaries #9) - B.L. Brunnemer Page 0,50

stop.’” I shook my head, still at a loss.

“And she’s not a ghost?” Jade asked.

“No, she wasn’t.” Of that I was certain.

Jade frowned. “She might be astral projecting her spirit, though she’d have to be extremely strong to do it.”

“That was my assessment,” Uma said. “She seems to need help.”

Jade’s gaze focused on me. “What else do you remember?”

I tried to think of anything that might help but I had almost nothing. “She was one of the people they experimented on in New Orleans.”

“Evelyn filled me in on New Orleans,” Jade said. “The girl is probably still imprisoned by them.”

Uma nodded. “We need to rescue her.”

“Ask her where she is next time you see her,” Jade told me before turning to Uma. “What are your forces like here?”

As the conversation around me shifted, I couldn’t help the worry for Ethan that weighed on my mind, making it impossible to focus on what Uma and Jade were talking about. I quietly left the kitchen and looked for him.

I found him in his room, sitting on the side of the bed, his gaze on the floor.

“Snoopy.” I sat beside him. What could I say?

“I’ll be alone,” he rasped as his eyes filled. “My biggest …”

I took his hand. “I know.”

He shook his head. “I don’t know if I can do that, Lexie.”

“We don’t know for sure,” I tried. “You aren’t born to it, so you can’t shift and maybe you won’t …”

He shook his head. “She said she was sure.”

A painful pressure began to build in my chest. What could I do about it? A thought came to me, the decision made in an instant out of pure emotion. “You won’t be alone.”

He turned to me. “Of course I will.”

I shook my head and smiled. “If it looks like you aren’t going to age and die with us, I’ll become a Reaper.”

His eyes rounded in surprise.

“They live forever, so you won’t be alone,” I thought out loud.

“You’d do that?” he whispered. “Not move on?”

I smiled. “For you? Always.”

His lips crushed mine in a breath stealing kiss. His hand moved to my hair and pulled my head back to give him more access. Love and warmth rose inside me, washing everything else away as his teeth nipped my bottom lip. I met him stroke for stroke, feeling his hard body against mine. His arm crushed me to his chest as a firestorm of need shook me to my core.

He pulled away and met my eyes with a hunger burning in his. “I need you, to feel you.”

Heart pounding, heat crackled over me, his smokey voice soaking my panties. I nodded.

His mouth took mine again as he pulled me to my feet. His hand in my hair turned me toward the edge of the bed, his hard body pressing against me from behind. His teeth brushed my earlobe. “Do you trust me?”

With hunger burning through me, I nodded.

“You can always say stop,” he whispered before reaching around to my jeans. Before I knew it, I was bent over the edge of the bed with my bare ass in the air. I began to shake as his finger slipped between my folds. “Mmm, perfect.”

I was already almost there from his grip on me. His pants fluttered against my ass as he freed himself.

“Condom,” I rasped.

“Stay there,” he ordered as he let me go. I relaxed into the bed, lowering my upper body to the comforter.

My breathing grew heavier, my shaking worse as he pulled away from me and rummaged in a drawer. Then he was back, his hand moving around my hip to touch me. He stroked my clit with sure fingers, making me moan into the cover.

“Shh, Beautiful,” he warned. “Don’t make any loud noises, or I’ll stop.”

I bit my lower lip as he pressed against my aching center from behind. “Please don’t stop.”

“Then stay quiet,” he ordered.

He surged inside me in one long stroke, hitting every nerve ending on the way. I gasped at the fullness deep within me, stretching me, driving every thought from my mind.

“Shit, you feel so good.” He pulled out of me only to slide home again. His fingers stroked me in time to his slow thrusts. Lightning shot down my nerves. I shook around him and the heavy feeling inside me. My hands twisted in the covers as he stroked me gently, hurtling me towards that edge.

“Don’t stop,” I gasped. “Please …”

His fingers stroked me again and I shattered. I buried my face in the comforter and tried