Order of the Omni: A Supernatural Romantic Suspense Novel (The Immortalies Book 1) by Penny Knight (good english books to read txt) 📗

can lift and throw, I do. Every time I hear the shattering sound it soothes this rage, this beast that’s inside me.

I make it back to where I started and grab the bottle of the delicious amber liquid and prepare to throw it where the family of glasses lay. But my hand is stopped.

I am heaving.

“Maybe not this.” He gently takes it out of my hand.

That’s all I need. His soft touch takes me out of my fuelled mayhem.

The tears stop.

I hadn’t been aware that they started.

“I hate her,” I say.

“Me, too.”

It’s then I know what will make me feel better, I know exactly what I need. What I want. What I’ve longed for since I first saw him.

My lips find his.

He has no time to prepare, and it takes a moment before he returns my needy embrace.

He returns my kiss, and with vigour.

My back hits the wall as his hands cup my face, devouring me just as my hands are devouring him.

Anger has turned to lust, want and need.

My body moves on its own, wrapping my legs around him. He adjusts and I feel what I was craving between my legs.

I moan and throw my head back.

He takes this opportunity to kiss my neck. The pleasure overwhelming.

“Elita?” he rasps. I feel him slowing.

No, he is not going to stop this.

I move against his hips, and he thrusts in response with a guttural moan.

“Are you sure?” he pants.

How he can talk is beyond me. I can’t form words. The only answer I give is to kiss him again.

My eyes close as the ecstasy pulses between us.

The hard wall fades into a soft cloud and I sink deeper and deeper into it.

I realise when his weight is off me, we are no longer in the trashed living room, but on a large bed in our little cabin for two.

It’s then I look down at his devilish grin and hungry eyes while he peels off my jeans.

It’s a sight that I will never forget, and a night that I never fathomed could result in as much pleasure as I experienced.

A cool breeze wakes me from a deep sleep. The fluttering curtain of the open window, lets the sea breeze in, chilling my bare body. I’m not surprised about the drumming in my head, the effects of my binge drinking hitting hard.

I sit up, pulling the sheets to cover my nakedness.

Leo’s not in bed and nowhere in sight.

It doesn’t matter, all that matters is going back to sleep. I flop down and my sore muscles get back into position. This time though, deliciously sore. Pulling the sheet high, I take the slight crisp breeze off.

Closing my eyes and with a smile, I drift back into my peaceful slumber.

That is until my bladder calls.

Ignoring it seems the only logical thing right now. My body is basically already off in lala land. My eyes won’t open. There’s no way I’m going to be able to move.

It rings louder.

Then the sounds of the ocean from that dumb window flow in.

I bolt upright in bed with unknown strength. Probably the part in my brain that is telling me not to pee in Leo’s bed.

My eyes don’t stay open and I decide that’s ok. I have four other senses to help me out.

A few bumps and soft knocks later, I realise I need a little more guidance. I make it into the narrow corridor. There’s a soft light coming from the next room and I follow.

Hoping it leads to a bathroom. I don’t mind at all when I’m wrong. I smile and watch Leo’s bare back as he leans on his knees, head bowed down.

That’s odd.

I move a bit closer and realise he’s bowed over a book. The light from the room comes from seven candles. In the middle, the book.

Shit, he must be in prayer or something.

I silently and quickly push off from the open door. I don’t know what religion it was, but he was very invested. I didn’t even know he was religious. Wait a minute. If he’s over two thousand years old, does that mean he lived through it?

If only my brain could switch off like my body and my eyes are dying to do. I need to save these questions for later and focus on one thing.

Sleep.

Bathroom, then sleep.

Finally, after finding the toilet and relieving myself. I get back in bed. Sneaking past Leo, I have no interest in intruding in his private time, I curl up under the covers.

My eyes close once more and when they open again, it’s because the sun is shining. It’s morning and this time Leo is here.

Not in bed. But sitting right beside me.

“Morning.” I smile at him. Last night flashing in my mind. Warmth fills within and for the first time in a long time, I’m excited to wake.

His throat bobs as he swallows hard. He takes a moment to close his eyes and when they open again, they’ve changed.

They are still the same blue, but there’s sadness in them.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

What is he sorry about?

“Did something happen?” I jolt upright, remembering at the last minute I’m naked underneath. I pull the sheet up fast, but it feels different over my skin.

Not just any part of my skin, my stomach.

My stomach that feels larger, more swollen.

I look down.

“Elita. I am so sorry.” He clears his throat. “There was no other choice.”

I stare down in disbelief.

“I just don’t understand,” I say, not breaking eye contact from my obviously swollen belly. My hand, of its own volition, moves and lands on the peak of the new mound.

“I’m sorry.” He now sounds resigned. “You’re pregnant.”

The fear in her face, the hatred in her eyes as she slammed the door shut, screaming for me to leave her alone, will be something I’ll carry with me for many years to come.

Even how painful that was to see. It will not come close to knowing what I had with her for one sweet night,