Credence
“What the fuck!” I snarl and turn back around.
I raise my hand and slap him back, his head barely jerking with the attack.
“You hit me!” I scream, anger hardening in my gut.
I shove him in the chest with both hands, hitting him again.
“But you’re not in pain anymore, are you?” Noah says in my ear behind me.
I glare at Kaleb, but I process Noah’s words, focusing on the feeling in my arm.
The pain is there, but it’s dulled—the rage in my head too strong right now.
I don’t feel sick anymore.
My breathing turns shallow, and I stare at Kaleb who’s still leaning down into me.
But he doesn’t wait for my shock to wear off. He sits back down in the chair and jerks his chin at Noah, as if signaling something, and pinches me again, puncturing the skin with the needle.
Noah climbs on the table behind me, wrapping an arm around my waist and threading a hand into the back of my scalp.
He fists my hair, and I wince at the sting but exhale as the focus is taken off the pain in my arm.
Kaleb pulls the thread tight, and I close my eyes, sweat breaking out all over my body at the onslaught. Jesus, fuck.
Kaleb threads, Noah’s fist tightens, and I let my head fall back against him, turning my lips into his neck to cry.
Again and again, two more times, and my stomach rolls. I heave.
“Kaleb,” I beg.
He darts his eyes up to me, and I look at him, nodding.
Just do it. Just…
His brows pinch, and he breathes hard, but he rises, hesitating only a moment before he slaps me again. I cry out, squeezing my eyes shut and making tears stream down my face.
I blow out a long, slow breath as the world spins.
Hands suddenly cup my face, caressing so softly now—like feathers—and then a mouth is on mine, gently kissing my lips. He nibbles and soothes, his teeth grabbing hold of my bottom lip and making my blood warm all the way down to my toes.
Heat fills my body, and it’s like I’m floating. His tongue touches mine, scorching and… Oh, God. I’m weightless. It tastes so good.
I run my hands up his stomach and chest, and I start to circle my legs around him, but I stop myself.
“Fin—” I stammer in a whisper. “Fin…finish it. Just finish it, please.”
The lips leave me, and I turn my head as the needle pokes through, and I let out a cry, but it’s lost in Noah. His mouth is on mine now, and I scream as he just holds me and I shake.
Shit.
“Tiernan,” he whispers. “Shhhh…”
The fire on his clothes wafts around me, and the next thing I know he’s burying his face in my neck, not kissing, as he squeezes the front of my throat.
“Harder,” I gasp.
He sinks his teeth into my neck, squeezing me, and just as I feel the pinch of Kaleb’s needle, I grab the back of Noah’s head and turn into him, breathing in and out hard against his lips.