Toxic (Venom Series) Book Three

by Kristen Middleton

  I stared at her in surprise. She was so young and yet, so wise.

  “So, what do you say?” she whispered, melting back into me. “Can we just enjoy each other for a while?”

  “Enjoy each other?” I asked.

  “Yes,” she said, staring at my lips. “Like we enjoyed each other last night?”

  SLADE PULLED ME to him, kissing my lips with such hunger, that my knees turned to jelly. I closed my eyes and kissed him back, sighing in pleasure as his hand slid under my jacket and cupped my breast.

  “No,” he growled, releasing me suddenly. He took a step back, his eyes glowing like embers. “We can’t do this.”

  “Oh, yes we can,” I said firmly, grabbing the front of his shirt. My body was on fire, needing him. Wanting him. I pulled his lips back to mine and kissed him hard. When I felt him kiss me back, I moaned in the back of my throat.

  Giving in to his own passion, Slade reached around and squeezed my buttocks, kneading it like bread dough and lighting a fire between my legs.

  Desperate to be closer to him, I slid my hand under his T-shirt, touching the hard planes of his muscular chest. His skin was warm and smooth, making me wish we were somewhere private, like my bed chamber. I imagined him inside of me and slid my hand lower, to the waistband of his jeans.

  Slade sucked in his breath. “Wait. Stop,” he said, grabbing my hand. “We can’t do this. Not here.”

  “Come back to my room then,” I whispered, biting him playfully on the side of the lip.

  “I promised Aiden I wouldn’t-”

  I put a finger to his lips. “Aiden is not my father.”

  “I know, but…”

  “If you don’t take me back to my room and make love to me, I’ll strip right here and force myself upon you. That’s how much I want you, Slade.”

  His eyes filled with red-hot lust. He picked me up and the next thing I knew, we were standing outside of my bedroom chambers.

  “Oh my God,” I said, feeling woozy, even though I was still in his arms. “How fast were you flying?” Everything had seemed like one big blur and it felt like I’d left my stomach back at the library.

  “Sorry. Are you okay?” he asked, carrying me into the room and over to the bed.

  “Yes.”

  He set me down onto the mattress and removed my leather jacket, tossing it over by the chair. When he turned back to face me, I pulled him down against me on the bed and locked my legs around his waist, so he couldn’t get away.

  Our lips came together and I kissed his lips hungrily, excited that I finally had Slade where I wanted him.

  “I have no control when I’m with you,” he whispered, grinding his pelvis between my legs.

  Moaning, I slid my hand over his chest, moved it down to his abs, and then went lower, until I was touching the warm skin right above his jeans. I reached down with the other hand, to unbutton them when his hand grabbed my wrist and quickly brought it over my head. He did the same to the other, until they were both pinned above me.

  “Hey,” I pouted. “I want to touch you.”

  He stared down into my eyes. “Patience,” he whispered, his lips curling up into a sexy grin. “You do that and it will be over before it begins.”

  “Then touch me,” I said, thrusting my breasts against his chest.

  He leaned down and opened his lips, catching one of them with his mouth. His breath was so warm that I could feel the heat through the thin fabric.

  “Slade, come on,” I begged.

  “Come on, what?” he teased, making love to me through our clothing. My womanhood fluttered with excitement as his hips moved in and out, taunting me with what I really ached for.

  “Make love to me.”

  Letting go of my hands, he cupped my breasts, squeezing them as his mouth came back to mine. Then he reached around to the back of my jumper, unzipped it, and pulled the fabric down and away from my chest. Next it was my bra, until finally Slade had one nipple in his mouth and the other between his fingers, plucking and teasing the nubs.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he said, licking my skin. “And you smell… so sweet.”

  “Are you talking about my blood?” I whispered.

  “Everything,” he replied, pushing the jumper over my hips and away from my thighs, until I lay there in only my panties. Then his hand was inside of the silk and I sucked in my breath as he began touching my womanhood. His fingers began to strum my sweet spot until I was mewling in his arms, feeling the pressure build from his administrations.

  “Slade,” I whimpered, my sex on fire as I waited for release. When it finally came, I cried in relief as a wave of exquisite pleasure rushed all the way down to my curling toes. As my body began to relax, I closed my eyes while Slade’s lips moved to my neck.

  “Careful” I whispered, when he began to lick my skin. “I felt your fangs that time. It… tickles.”

  “Sorry. They sometimes have a mind of their own. Especially when I’m excited,” he said, dragging his tongue over my collarbone.

  I reached down to his jeans. He was definitely that. “Speaking of which, what are you waiting for?” I said softly. “Finish what you started.”

  He chuckled. “What I started?”

  Smiling, I unbuttoned his jeans. “You started it by making me want you so much.”

  “I didn’t make you,” he said, looking a little defensive.

  Sighing, I apologized. “No, I mean you did it without meaning to. You’re just so damn… sexy,” I said, wrapping my hand around his manhood. “Is this okay?”

  He sucked in his breath. “Yes. Very,” he gasped and then pushed his jeans away. Seconds later, he was looking down at me, his erect penis touching my opening.

  “You’re driving me insane. Put it in,” I demanded, wiggling against him.

  But Slade’s face was now a mask of anger. “That bastard,” he growled suddenly, touching my shoulder.

  “What is it?”

  “Fang marks,” he said, examining it.

  “What are you talking about?” I turned my arm to look and saw them - two small holes that were slightly swollen.

  “I’m going to kill him,” he said, getting out of bed.

  “Don’t kill him,” I said, shocked. “You don’t even know if he made those. For all we know, I could have been bit by some kind of bug. We can’t start pointing fingers at Lucian.”

  This made him even angrier. He grabbed his jeans and began pulling them on, not even bothering with his boxers. “I know what a vampire bite looks like, Chelsey. Dammit, he had no right touching you.”

  “I don’t remember him touching me. I think…” I looked down at the bed, “he was in here, though. I sort of remember talking to him, but then everything else is a blur.”

  A vein throbbed in Slade’s forehead. “He was in your room? You invited him in?”

  He was so angry, I was almost afraid to answer. “I guess so.”

  “I swear to God, now that I know that this filthy bastard weaseled his way into your room and put his mouth on you, I’m definitely going to kill him.”

  “Wait,” I cried, watching him get dressed. “Don’t leave, Slade. We aren’t… done here. Besides, it’s after ten-thirty. He’s on a plane and headed back to the U.S. Can’t we just forget about him? Tonight, at least?”

  Slade turned to look at the clock and swore.

  Covering myself with a blanket, I got out of bed and walked over to him. “Let’s get back into bed and I’ll take your mind off of Lucian.”

  “Lucian,” he spat, his eyes blazing with fury. “All I can think about is wanting to get my hands on Lucian and hurting the bastard. I’m just too wound up for anything else.”

  “Wound up?” I touched the bulge in his jeans. “Let me unwind you.”

  He pushed my hand. “Don’t. Now that I’m like this, I need to either feed or pound the hell out of someone.”

  I opened up the blanket and gave him a sultry smile. “Are you sure?”

  Slade was on
top of me and we were back on the bed before I could blink. His mouth was hard and demanding, and his hands seemed to be everywhere.

  “You’re a little minx,” he said, sucking on my lower lip.

  I bit down on his playfully. “I couldn’t have you leaving me again.”

  He bit down on mine and I tasted blood. Slade must have too, because he froze and then lifted his head.

  I stared up into his fiery eyes. I smiled. “Go ahead. Lick it.”

  His mouth came back down, crashing against my lips. Then his tongue was in my mouth, stroking my gums, my inner cheek, and finally the tender area of my lip, where he’d bitten me.

  Caught up in the moment, I unbuttoned his fly and slid my hand down the front of his jeans.

  Slade made a low growly noise in the back of his throat when I wrapped my hand around his manhood again. He raised his head, shoved his jeans back down over his hips, and positioned himself between my legs. The he entered me with a hard, determined thrust.

  “Yes,” I gasped, as he pulled out and began doing it again and then again. As this went on, I could feel myself winding up for another orgasm. Just as I thought it was going to happen, however, he pulled out and turned me over. Then he was leaning over me, his hands grappling my breasts as he entered me from behind.

  “Nobody touches you but me,” he growled against my ear.

  “Yes,” I moaned.

  Reaching down, his fingers found my sweet spot again, bringing me over the edge a second time. I moaned in ecstasy and that’s when he dug his fingers into my hips and stiffened up, filling me with his seed. After a few seconds, he pulled out and we sank down into the bed together.

  I closed my eyes, enjoying the safe feeling of being in his arms. “You’re not going to leave me, tonight, are you?” I whispered.

  He kissed the top of my head. “No. I won’t leave you.”

  “Good,” I answered, yawning.

  WHEN I WOKE the next morning, it was to Slade, making love to me once again, only this time he was much gentler.

  “I’m sorry,” he said, afterward, as he held me in his arms.

  “For what?”

  “Being a little rough last night.”

  I looked up at him and smiled. “Would it be weird of me to say I kind of enjoyed it?”

  “Nothing about you is weird,” he said, trailing his finger up and down my arm, giving me goosebumps. “Only the fact that you want me in your bed.”

  I snorted. “Right. Do you happen to know how many girls want you in their bed?”

  “But you know what I really am.”

  “Yes I do. You’re a man. My man.”

  Slade grabbed my hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed my knuckles. Then he turned it over, doing the same to my palm. “You’re amazing.”

  “You bring it out in me.”

  “No. It’s what drew me to you in the first place. Well, that, and your lips. I saw those lips and knew I had to taste them.”

  “I’m glad I wore lip gloss that night, then.”

  “I like them naked, too. Just like you,” he said, squeezing my breast.

  I blushed. “Mm… that feels good. I don’t think I ever want to get out of this bed.”

  “Me neither. I’d like to just stay and fondle you for the rest of the day,” he said, touching me below again.

  “You’re sure that you can’t get me pregnant?” I asked, closing my eyes.

  “I’m not saying that I can’t, but it would be nothing short of a miracle if it happened.”

  I stiffened up and opened my eyes. “I thought that you said we weren’t compatible.”

  “Don’t worry about getting pregnant. Dr. Shephard, the scientist visiting Aiden, mentioned that it was very rare and would probably only happen during bonding.”

  “What is bonding?”

  “Having sex while I bit you. Some believe it’s the only way to make a mortal a vampire. But, it takes three bites. Sex isn’t needed but it makes it more erotic.”

  “Oh,” I smiled. “Sounds very kinky. Have you ever bonded with anyone before?”

  He hesitated.

  “Talia?” I asked.

  He nodded. “When she fooled me into thinking she was Vanessa.”

  “Oh.”

  “It was a dark time. I’d rather not talk about it,” he said softly.

  “I’m sorry. I understand.”

  He tugged on my hair. “It’s okay. You have nothing to be sorry about. If you get pregnant, however…”

  “If I get pregnant, will it be a vampire?”

  “No. I was going to say that if you ever got pregnant, chances were that you’d never carry it to term.”

  “Oh.” When he said it like that, it was almost depressing. I didn’t want to get pregnant, but the thought of having a miscarriage made me incredibly sad. Especially if it was Slade’s child. “Are females all infertile?”

  “Female vampires?”

  I nodded.

  “Yes,” he said, frowning. “They become barren soon after turning into one.”

  “Oh.”

  He stared ahead with a somber expression.

  “What is it?” I asked.

  “Your family is gone, except for Melody.”

  “Yeah. Don’t remind me.”

  “You need to have children someday, Chelsey.”

  “I don’t need to do anything,” I replied.

  He rubbed his face. “You’re so young.”

  “God, would you stop it already!” I said, sitting up. “Quit worrying about what will or won’t be. Just be happy with what we have now.”

  “I’m perfectly happy with it. I just want what’s best for you. I want you to be happy now and in the future, though.”

  I was more than happy. I was thrilled. Even though I knew he wouldn’t admit it, Slade loved me. I could see it in his eyes and the way he’d been kissing me. The way he’d held me. He loved me and I loved him. But, I couldn’t admit to him how I felt. If I did, he might disappear again.

  “What’s not to be happy about?” I said. “I’ve got the sexiest man in the world, in my bed and -”

  Before I could finish, someone began knocking on my bedroom door.

  “Crap,” I whispered as Slade jumped out of bed to try and get dressed.

  “Chelsey!”

  It was Melody.

  “Yeah. Hold on,” I called, getting up. I hurried over to the closet and grabbed a robe. When I turned around, Slade was already dressed.

  “Damn, you’re fast,” I whispered in amusement.

  “I know. I’ll hide on the other side of the bed,” he whispered.

  “Okay,” I said, moving toward the door. When I opened it, Melody was standing there and grinning from ear-to-ear.

  “What’s going on?’ I asked casually.

  “Oh my God, you’re never going to guess what happened last night,” she squealed.

  The last time I saw her, she’d been with Liam and about to be thrown into the pool. “What? You learned to swim?” I asked with a smirk.

  “No,” she said, lowering her voice. “Liam and I… we almost had sex last night.”

  My eyes widened. “How did that happen?”

  She looked over her shoulder. “I don’t want to talk about it out here. Can I come in?”

  “Um, actually, why don’t I get dressed and come find you? Then you can tell me all about it.”

  “But, it’ll just take a few seconds-”

  “No, just… give me a few minutes.”

  Her eyes went to my hair, which I’d forgotten to check on. Part of it hung down and some of it was still in the bun that I’d worn the night before. Her jaw dropped.

  “What?” I asked, pulling my robe in tightly.

  She tried looking over my shoulder. “Is Slade in there?”

  “He’s in Romania, remember?”

  “You little liar,” she said, pushing past me into my chamber. “Slade! I know you’re in here. Come out.”

  He stood up, frowning.
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  “I knew it,” she said angrily and then turned to me. “What are you doing, letting him in here again? Especially after how he treated you yesterday?”

  “He was just doing it to drive me away,” I said, closing the door.

  “Why?”

  “Because I can’t offer her the kind of life she deserves,” he answered. “Or be the kind of guy she needs in her life.”

  “What are you talking about? You saved both of our lives, found us food and shelter. As long as you treat her fairly and don’t screw her over, then it should be all good.” She looked at me. “Right?”

  “Exactly,” I answered, folding my arms under my chest.

  He sighed. “It’s much more complicated than that.”

  “It doesn’t have to be,” she replied.

  “Don’t listen to him. We’ve already worked it out,” I replied. “Right, Slade?”

  “For now,” he said, not looking so sure.

  “I hope to God so,” replied Melody. “Because you were pretty upset yesterday and I don’t want to see him hurt you again.”

  “I’m fine.”

  Slade looked me straight in the eye. “For the record, I hated myself yesterday, Chelsey. That wasn’t me.”

  I smiled sadly. “I hope not.”

  He grabbed my hand. “I made a mistake. A stupid one. From now on, I’ll be nothing but truthful. I swear.”

  “I believe you.”

  He relaxed. “Thank you. It’s more than what I deserve. You are more than what I deserve.”

  “I kind of agree,” said Melody her lips pursed.

  “So, Melody, why don’t you tell me what’s going on with you and Liam?” I asked, trying to relieve some of the tension in the room.