Cursed Angels

I remove the memory stick and write Samara’s name on it and pop it in my pocket. I don’t know why, but somehow, we are linked. The game has just changed. Rather than stalking her for killing my doctors, I’m about to start hunting her to try and find out what the hell I am.

The pain in my head cripples me, and my mind goes blank. I look up at the computer screen, finding nothing on it. What am I doing in this room? Oh yes, I was going to try and find out more information on Diana to get one step ahead of the people trying to kill my doctors.

I better report back to Rebekah at some point as well. She’ll be getting frustrated that she hasn’t heard anything since I left her asleep in my bed last night. It will hopefully give me a welcome break if I can get her to suck my dick. It feels like forever since I’ve had any sort of action, even though I had Rebekah in my bed most of the previous few days. She’s a little firecracker with damn good suction. Who could want for another woman?

Chapter 17

Samara

The drive back is longer than the one that took me to Archer. I still ache from how roughly he fucked me. His fingers that gripped my hips violently must have left bruises. I still feel everything — each movement, every sordid touch.

Pulling into the drive, I exit the SUV and stroll up to the door where I know Hunter is on the other side. I’m wanton for two men, fucking them both, needing them both. When I push open the door, I find Hunter on the sofa. He’s only wearing a pair of blue boxer shorts, and I can’t help drinking him in slowly.

“You smell like you’ve been fucked,” he murmurs when I settle at the far end of the couch. His words jar me, causing me to whip my head toward him. “You found him?”

I nod in response.

“And you let him put his dick in you? Even after all that he’s done to you?” He’s hurt, angry, and he has every right to be.

I blink, allowing the tears to streak down my face. Hunter is pulling me into his arms in seconds, holding me closer than he’s ever held me before. I’m so fucked up, so broken that I’ve gone and messed up my life by choosing the man who walked out on me.

Here I have Hunter, who’s willing to love me the way I need to be loved, but deep down, I know I’ll never reciprocate his feelings. His arms are heavy as he spoons me, almost as if he’s trying to shield me from the shit-show we’ve stumbled into.

The gentle, warm breaths from his mouth tickle my neck, sending a shiver through me. I hold on. I’ve never needed anyone in my life. Never thought that someone could save me, but when Archer turned so cold after he fucked me, I knew that nothing could save him. Perhaps it’s better that way.

“You don’t have to do this,” I whisper, my voice raspy with emotion as I stare at the table. I feel his smile on my neck, his lips curling into that grin I’ve come to love.

“I do. Let me.” There’s a gentle urgency to his voice, and the little girl who got used only moments ago by the one boy she loved all her life breaks down. She cries inside. The tears trickle down my cheeks, leaving salty trails of sadness in their wake.

“I don’t know how to let go, Hunt,” I confess, swallowing the lump in my throat, hoping to tamper all the anger and confusion down with the affection from the man behind me.

“Love isn’t something you just let go of, Buttercup,” he murmurs in my hair, pressing a kiss to the side of my head. I push back, allowing my body to mold to his. But I’m cold. My bones ache from the chill Archer left. “Love is something you hold onto, even when that person doesn’t feel it anymore,” he tells me.

“How do you know?”

“Because that’s how I’m here for you. I love you, Sam. Since the moment you walked into that fucking warehouse, to this moment where all I want to do is fuck you so hard that he’s a distant memory. But I know I can’t. And I won’t. I’ll never put you in a position to choose. I’ll always love you, but you’ll always love him.”

The sadness that hangs heavily in the air threatens to choke me. I blink once, twice, a few more times because my world has just been tipped on its axis. His arms tighten around me, his mouth hot on my skin, suckling the sensitive flesh. Harshly, he bites down, causing me to whimper, and once again, he’s calming my erratic heartbeat, the agony clawing at me with a mere kiss.