Free Dark Cravings by Madeline Pryce Page B

jaw said enough. He didn’t want me here. I watched
the blood drain from his knuckles as he gripped the metal railing of his
hospital bed. The insistent beeping coming from his heart monitor sang in a
too-fast tempo.
    I’m not sure what I was thinking by coming here. Guilt is a powerful emotion, one that overrides common sense. I was emotionally
vulnerable enough, from my ordeals with Micah and Julian, to ignore my
instincts to run and hide.
    Micah turned, looked at me. I took an involuntary step back
when his gaze hammered into mine. I sucked in a breath. Roy said something, “bad
plan”, maybe? I couldn’t hear over the drumming beat of my blood or Micah’s
matching rhythm. The room narrowed until the only thing I saw was the way Micah
ripped out his IV. Blood ran from his arm, dripped onto the sheet underneath
him.
    He jumped out of bed and the moment his bare feet hit the
linoleum floor the lights began to flicker. Dazed, I stepped back. My heart was
in my throat. My stomach was in a knot. Micah looked…hungry.
    “Mine,” he hissed.
    The room went black and engulfed the hospital in a
pandemonium of beeping alarms and scampering feet. Micah grabbed me around the
waist and pulled me into the bathroom. The door slammed shut behind us. Micah’s
mouth closed over mine. His kiss was brutal, punishing and decadent.
    “You shouldn’t have come. I knew the moment you stepped into
the hospital I wouldn’t be able to control it. Something is still inside my
head, whispering, taunting… It told me you’d come.”
    Hard, pressing, he pinned me against the closed bathroom
door. Someone pounded on the other side and each blow vibrated against my
spine. That small sensation was nothing compared to the hammering beat of Micah’s
heart. Sandwiched between the door and his hard body, the only sensations I
registered were heat and want.
    Mine.
    Micah reached down, twisted the lock on the door. The warmth
of his breath painted my cheek, but the only thing I cared about was his cock
against my stomach. His erection was thick and long. I rolled my hips against
the bulge and heard his breath stutter.
    The lights flickered on. Despite the brightness, the only
thing I saw was the possession in his eyes.
    “I need you,” he whispered against the shell of my ear
before he sucked the lobe into his mouth.
    Micah drew his lips down my neck, licked. He used his teeth
and scraped them along my flesh. Desperation filled me. I needed him. This.
Needed his passion more than breath…more than blood. A deep, throaty moan
escaped me when he trailed his hand up my stomach, under my sweater. He closed
his hand over one swollen breast. I grabbed his hips, pulled him between my
thighs and molded our bodies together. I met his hungry gaze and the intense
attraction between us exploded. This was bad.
    Threading his fingers through the tangle of my hair, he
tugged my head back. My whimper encouraged him to pull harder. He drew in a
deep breath and I watched him tremble.
    Hot and demanding, he pressed his open mouth along my
throat, over my chin. He slanted his lips over mine and slid his tongue into my
mouth with an urgency that stole my breath and my heart.
    He nipped at my lower lip. When he stuck his tongue into my
mouth, the sting faded. Everything disappeared. The only thing that mattered
was the way he cupped my breast, the way he used his thumb to circle my nipple
into an aroused point that shot flames to my core.
    Micah tore his mouth from mine and pulled my sweater over my
head. He didn’t stop. He fumbled with my bra, shoved it down until I was
exposed. My hands shook as I desperately tried to unbutton and unzip my pants.
In one shove, I had the pants and the panties down around my ankles. I stepped
out of both.
    Micah rolled his hips so his cock, covered only by his thin
gown, now pressed against my dripping-wet center. He felt so good against me.
Our eyes met and there was something so sinful, so erotic in the fire there.
    Tracing his