Unseen (The Heights, Vol. 1) by Lauren Stewart Page B

your
lips.”
    As soon as Noah turned to him, wide-eyed and
panicky, Logan regretted saying anything. That was why he
didn’t bring up his job—so he didn’t have to see that look on
anyone’s face.
    “Loge, I would—Now that I’m a super, maybe I
can do something. Get you—”
    “Dude, I’m almost out.” Out of the box, not
out of the profession. Because to switch jobs, Logan made a deal
with one of his clients. She wasn’t the Devil, but she was pretty
close. And she had enough money and clout to buy his contract from
the box he worked in—something Noah would never have. No one needed
to know about that, though, or he’d have a lot more pity to turn
away from.
    “Feel sorry for yourself, not me.” He slugged
his friend in the arm and then closed the storage unit’s door.
“I’ll be…fine.”

Fifteen
    Addison hummed to cover the silence and
distract herself from Rhyse’s grip as it slowly lowered and
tightened like the ceiling and walls were. If the oracle was much
farther, nothing good would happen. Well, it would probably be really good, but it wouldn’t be smart.
    He leaned close to her ear and whispered,
“Stop moving like that.”
    “Like what?”
    “Your fidgeting is manifesting itself in your
hips. If you do not desist”—his lips brushed softly along her
neck—“I may be unable to stop myself from giving into
temptation.”
    When she stiffened, he laughed, the sound
echoing down the tunnel, making it sound as if a whole crowd was
mocking her. “Do I speak of sliding my fangs into your neck? No,
because we now know that is not a viable option, it cannot be that.
Which means what? What could I be tempted to do?” His breath warmed
her ear. “Would you like me to tell you?”
    She couldn’t think of the right word. Her
mind was screaming ‘yes,’ but she couldn’t say that. She had to
find that other word, the one that was the complete opposite of
yes. What was the word again?
    “The temptation of your blood is nothing
compared to my desire to rip off those horrible pants and sink my
cock so deeply inside you, you forget everyone who has been there
before me.”
    Too late. She’d already forgotten.
    “Unfortunately, we do not have enough time
for what I have planned. Therefore, if you would contain your
fidgets to another area of your body—your hands perhaps—I would
greatly appreciate it. Do you understand?” Damn, she wished he was
joking, but he sounded dead serious. He didn’t even have a
sense of humor. Or a sense of shame.
    She felt his lips on her earlobe. “Um…”
    “Shall I take that as a sign of
agreement?”
    She cleared her throat, stepping to the side
so there was a little air between them. “Keep it all above the
belt. Got it.”
    A short time later, he cupped her hipbones
and pulled her to a stop.
    “I’m trying not to fidget!” His threat
weighed heavily on her and was messing with her already-screwed-up
thinking.
    “Do you see the dead end directly in front of
you?”
    “Oh.” She peered into the darkness and saw
the wall. “Shit.” She’d picked the wrong way. “What now?”
    ~ ~ ~
    “Hold onto me tightly, or we will be
separated.” And they would end up in different locations with
different oracles. Not only would it be unhelpful, Addison would be
stranded in a foreign place without the ability to return to the
regular world. “You must hold onto me.” Rhyse didn’t understand her
hesitation, nor did he have patience for it, so he turned and swung
her into his arms. “Do you ever listen?”
    They were very close, uncomfortably so. He
felt his body react, knew it would take the smallest of movements
to have her lips.
    “Close your eyes,” he whispered.
    As she did so, her mouth neared his.
Infinitesimally. Reaching for him, through her fear or maybe
because of it. A human need to be comforted. He would have no
objection to being with her, whatever her reasons, but not here.
And not now. So with a deep sigh, he stepped forward and