Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
It seemed his cock was just going to stay hard. Thank the goddesses for the blankets and the darkness.
“You said that you had fight training, right? What kind?” Hale asked.
“Yes. All the Guardians do.” He smoothed his hand down the comforter. “My father started my training when I was just a young boy. I’m quite good with a gun and I excelled at Krav Maga and Brazilian jiu-jitsu.”
A soft humming noise slipped from Hale. “I wish I’d learned to fight. I feel kind of helpless around these pestilents. Or worse, in the way and putting other people in danger.”
“That will change once you have a better handle on your powers.”
Hale sighed and his toothpaste-scented breath brushed over Harrison’s face. Were they facing each other? How did that even happen? Harrison couldn’t even remember rolling over onto his side as he talked to Hale. But in the dim light leaking into the room through the curtain covering the single window, he could make out the outline of Hale’s slender frame.
Harrison briefly closed his eyes, unable to compute this reaction he was having to Hale. He didn’t even like him all that much. The man was a bundle of chaos and recklessness. He was too free, too impulsive, and too…everything. But his body had a mind of its own.
Thankfully, his hard-on had finally eased up as sleepiness dug its claws into him. A huge yawn cracked his jaw.
Hale chuckled and snuggled into the covers more. “Good night, Harrison,” he whispered.
“Good night.” Harrison closed his eyes and forced his mind to give up on the weird attraction he was feeling toward Hale. He could share a bed with the man and sleep. As he started drifting off, he breathed in the stale motel air, once again getting a whiff of Hale. This time, he found it strangely comforting.
Something woke Harrison and he blinked into the darkness as he tried to figure out what it had been. A yell tore at the silence from the room next door just as their door burst open. A dark figure ran in. Light from the exterior flooded the room, brightening it just enough to show that he did not in fact know the intruder.
Harrison jumped out of the bed, his first instinct to protect Hale. The Weaver shouted in surprise, finally waking as well. Harrison threw himself at the figure and they collided with the dresser, causing the mirror over it to crash on top of them. Glass covered the floor and stuck in Harrison’s hair.
“What the hell?” Hale yelled. “Fuck, pestilent.”
Harrison could only guess Hale had caught a whiff of the horrid odor. Harrison was lucky enough to not be able to smell it, but he’d heard all of the Weavers comment on the rotten scent that rose from the creatures.
He wrestled with the creature, fingers digging into hard, meaty shoulders or trying to block punches aimed at his head. His back hit the wall with a solid thud, glass from the mirror crunching under their feet as he tried to get a better hold on it.
Shoving the thing away at last, Harrison kicked out with his foot, catching the pestilent in the groin. His attacker moaned loudly, the sound deep and long. A phantom ache of sympathy echoed through Harrison’s balls, but he didn’t stop. He smashed his fist into his groaning face. The pestilent went down hard as another came running into the room.
“Look out!” Hale scrambled off the bed and shoved Harrison out of the way just as the thing swept out with a set of wicked claws. Illumination from the streetlights outside lit up Hale’s face as he grimaced and grabbed at his chest. Dark blood marred perfect pale skin.
Horrified, Harrison let loose another high kick, catching the new pestilent in the chest. Now, he had two to fight and had an injured Weaver that needed to get to Dane. Blocking the rising panic from his mind, Harrison immediately fell back on his training. Muscle memory alone could carry him through a fight. But damn, this would go so much faster if he could get his hands on a knife or a gun.
As it was, the sound of gunfire blasted from the other rooms. His brain pushed away the image of a blood-splattered Hale as his fist slammed into the jaw of the first pestilent again. So much blood. The damn man had jumped in front of him to save him when he was so much more important!
The second pestilent grabbed him and threw him into the wall, his shoulder hitting with a loud thud followed by his head. For a heartbeat, the world flashed white and he had to blink it away to regain focus. Gunfire erupted from the rooms around him as he bent low and swept one leg into the pestilent’s legs, effectively knocking him off his feet.