Elle Jasper - Everdark

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Da Island, Gullah

Off the coast of Savannah, Georgia

mid-September

Hold her down!

Fire ripped through my insides, through my veins, under my skin, deep into my muscles, and I thrashed against the three pairs of strong arms trying to hold me stillI didnt know why or who they were. I didnt know where I was. I saw nothing but blood behind my eyes, streaks of crimson blurring my vision, and my head pounded with each sluggish thump of my exaggerated heartbeat. I knew only pain, and I wanted to get the freaking hell away from it, out of the tangled arms trying to restrain me. Get the fuck off me! I gritted through my teeth. Their grips tightened. The air was smoldering hot all around me as if it poured from a five-hundred-degree oven. It made the burning inside my body even more intense, and the heavy scent of salt and rotted sea life wafted to me. I wanted to puke.

I liked it better when she couldnt move, a voice I knew but couldnt place said sarcastically. It had a slight French accent.

I kicked out hard and caught someone on the jaw with my heel. A muffled curse and laughter reached my ears. I didnt care. I was in friggin agony, and getting out of it was all that mattered. I fought harder, growling and spitting. An all-consuming hate filled me. I felt it through my skin, all the way to my bones. Finally, I broke free. I scrambled on all fours but didnt make it far. Someones full body slammed me into the scorching sand, and I lay there, trapped, under the crushing weightin anguish. I swore, but the sound came out muffled as coarse grains pushed into my open mouth. Whatever was on top of me was squeezing the breath out of me. I coughed. Air had a hard time getting back into my lungs. I wheezed.

Ease up, Zetty, another familiar voice said. Youre pushing her face into the sand. She cant breathe.

Zetty? What the hell? An unfamiliar, guttural sound came from the weight trapping me. I bucked, or tried to, anyway.

Here, give this to her, another voice said. Fast.

You give it to her, Bro.

I heard a muttered curse, then felt a sharp pinprick in my ass. I bucked again, hard. I screamed, but it was no use. I lay there in the sand, with a big, heavy-ass Zetty stretched out on top of me as I cursed and wailed, until a drugging, calming haze swept over me, pulling me down. The pain eased, my lids grew heavy, and, finally, shadows crowded me, claiming me. I knew nothing else, and that was freaking fine by me. For however long, I slept.

A breeze drifted over my skin and across my face, and I cracked open my eyes. I anticipated pain, and that unbearable burning, but thankfully, there was none. My vision was blurry, but long shadows fell over me, accompanied by the cooler temperature of the afterlight, making everything around me hazy.

Hey, you.

Only then did I notice strong fingers interlaced with mine, and I turned my head and blinked several times until Elis face, lit by a kerosene lamp, came into focus. Dark shadows melded against perfect, pale skin, and the contrast made my breath catch. Had I ever feared him? Even now, it was hard for me to imagine his face contorted into the monster I knew he could become. He bent closer, and I inhaled his unique, drugging scent. Hey, I said, my voice scratchy, sore, and broken. What happened? I feel as if a train hit me. I did, too. My whole body ached, down to the bonealmost to the cellular level. Grinding my teeth together, I noticed grit. Sand?

Yeah, sand, Eli said, brushing my hair back from my forehead. And your body aches because Zetty threw his full weight onto you. Damn, hes one big Tibetan. I found a bottle of water pressed to my lips. Rinse and drink. I did. Eli then leaned down and pressed his mouth to mine. A thrill shot through me, and my insides fluttered as the pressure of Elis lips settled, moved, tasted, caressed.

Possessed.

The pressure eased, and Eli pulled back, his darkening gaze fastened on mine. The small silver hoop still adorned his brow, and I decided I seriously liked it. You fight like a wildcat. The corner of his mouth tipped upward into the sexiest grin Id ever seen. He nuzzled my neck. Turns me on, he whispered.

Yeah, I bet it does, freak, I said lightly. I laughed, shaking off the erotic shiver that coursed through my body at his seductive words. A powerful surge of desire for Eli gripped me, and, to be frank, it sort of took me off guard. It was strong. And not just midtwenties, hotblooded American girl, horny strong. It was powerful as hell.

Elis striking blue eyes darkened even more, turning almost stormy in color as he stared down at me. Its one of your tendencies, he said, and he stroked my bottom lip with his thumb.

What is? I asked, shivering.

Your extreme horniness, he answered proudly. Definitely a perk, not that you had any problem before

My hand over his mouth stopped his words, and I grinned. Youre in big trouble now, Dupr, I said, my voice raspy, deeper than usual, and I slipped my hand around his neck, pulling his mouth to mine.

Promise? Eli whispered against me.

Oh yeah, I said, and parted his lips with my tongue, kissing him deeply. A thousand sensations blasted through me at once as an intense, almost unbearable heat pooled between my legs. In the next second, a burst of power exploded from my body as I grabbed Eli, flipped him over, off the makeshift bed of pillows and quilts, and onto the hard-packed sand. A small grunt escaped his throat, and for some reason, I liked that. I pinned him beneath me, my legs straddling his waist, my crotch grinding against him, my knees digging into the coarse sand and my hands trapping his above his head. All in under three seconds. Swear to God.