Envisioned (The Elemental Prophecy) (34 page)

I love you,
I responded. Those three little words didn't even come close to describing what we were feeling, but no words could express the layers and depth of what we had, of what we felt for one another. No one could even understand unless they experienced it themselves. I held his half-lidded gaze as I continued to slowly stroke against him, pouring all of myself into our bond. I increased my pace as my climax neared, our combined passion and pleasure pushing me closer and closer to sexual bliss. Jace placed his thumb against my clit and firmly caressed it in circles. I leaned my head back and moaned from his contact, causing him to rub faster. I clutched his chest, digging my nails in as my orgasm swept over me, sending shudders through my body, inside and out. Jace swiftly flipped me, pinning me underneath him as he began to plunge in and out of me. My legs trembled involuntarily as he lengthened my orgasm, prolonging my pleasure by thrusting slowly into me. He crushed his lips to mine as a moan escaped me, and I hungrily devoured his mouth, never able to get enough of him. He ran his hands all over my body, leaving a fiery tingle wherever he touched, stoking the inferno inside both of us. He hooked his arm underneath my right knee and brought it up near my shoulders as he pinned both my arms with his other hand. I arched my breasts into his face, which he greedily claimed with his mouth, moving from one to the other as he nibbled and sucked, eliciting moans from us both. He trailed his tongue up my neck before tracing his tongue over my lips, teasing me before he delved inside. Our tongues eagerly laced together as we enjoyed the sweet, hot taste of each other. He groaned in my mouth and bit my bottom lip as he came inside me, coating me with his creamy release. He gathered me in his arms before rolling to the side and holding me to him, his half-hard length still inside me. He lightly traced his fingers in swirls along my back as he smiled lazily at me.

“What time is it?” I asked through my sex-induced haze. Jace grabbed his phone from the nightstand and turned it on. When it powered up, several chimes sounded, indicating he had a few missed messages. “It's 8:20,” he replied.

I stretched, and even after my few hours of slumber, I was still tired. Our escapade didn't help with my fatigue either. I didn't want to go back to sleep, given the fact the images of my nightmare still shuffled in my brain, taunting me. It can't be real, it just can't. “Hey, we won't let it happen, mi amante,” Jace said, hearing my thoughts and sensing my unease.

“Jace, it can't…we can't…” I trailed off, biting back a sob. He pulled me to him, and stroked my hair softly as he repeated, “We won't let it happen. I promise.”

I sighed against him, the feel of his body so comforting against mine. “We should call Kimber and Zane,” I suggested, reaching for my phone and powering it on.

“They're going to be pissed,” he chuckled. He eased himself out of me, and we both got up to go clean up in the bathroom. After we were both dressed, Jace in his black workout shorts and matching muscle shirt, and me in my pink zebra pajama shorts and black tank top, we both scrolled through our missed messages and calls. I had several irate voicemails and texts from Kimber, and Jace had the same from Zane. I decided to text Kimber instead of calling, not wanting to be screamed at over the phone:

8:29PM Me: Hey, we're back want to come over?

I didn't receive a reply, but a few minutes later, I heard a loud banging on our door. The monitor showed Kimber and Zane standing outside, and neither looked happy. Bracing myself for Kimber's onslaught, I went downstairs to answer the door with Jace following behind me. I opened the door, and caught the heated gaze of a furious Kimber. “What the fuck, Brielle?!”

Damn, she must be mad to be using my full name. I defensively replied, “Don't start, Kimber. You know I had to go.”

“You shouldn't have run off by yourselves. What if something happened to you?” she choked, eyes glossy with tears. Kimber rarely cried, and her show of emotion caused my own eyes to water. “I don't know whether to hug you or slap the crap out of you,” she continued.

I outstretched my arms, and she walked into me, squeezing around my waist tightly. “Don't ever fucking do that to me again,” she demanded.

I didn't reply, knowing that I would do almost anything to keep her out of danger, including a repeat of what I did yesterday. I saw Zane and Jace clasp hands and hug. Zane said, “Bro, don't be doing stupid shit like that. We have your back through anything. Call us next time.”

“Alright, fine. Can you do me a favor?”

“Oh, so now you want a favor,” Zane joked. Jace rolled his eyes, waiting for Zane to answer. “Of course, bro, what's up?” Zane continued.

“I need you to keep an ear out for anything with the High Council,” Jace replied.

“What am I listening for?” Zane asked, wanting clarification. Jace explained what had happened at the community, and relayed his fears of the High Council seeking retribution against us.

“I'll definitely keep my ears open. This shit is serious,” Zane said after Jace finished.

“Don't remind me. It's almost inevitable that they will summon us, but knowing when and what to expect will help,” Jace replied.

“Best believe we will be going with you,” Zane commented.

“No way. You don't need to be punished for our actions. They'd probably imprison you just for associating with us,” I said, thinking about the narrow-minded views of the council on the island.

“Then so be it. We are going with you. End of discussion,” Kimber said.

“Kimb—" I started, but she held up her hand to shush me. I glared at her, but I knew once she made up her mind, there was no changing it. She was so like me, I thought, smiling.

“We will get to that when the time comes,” Jace said. “I could use a drink,” he continued, trying to change the subject.

“We could go to The Landing. It'd be nice to hang out and chill for a change,” Kimber suggested.

“True that,” Zane added.

I looked at Jace, silently asking him through our telepathy if we could go. He smiled and nodded, and I excitedly jumped up to go change. “Yay! I haven't been out since “the night,” I said, making air quotation marks with my fingers. “I'm going to invite Kiera,” I continued. I walked to her room and stuck my head inside the open door. “Hey, you want to come have some drinks with us? We are going to a bar down the street.”

“I'd love to,” Kiera replied, rising up off her bed. “I'll get ready.”

“Great! I'll see you in a bit,” I replied as I walked out the door. As I walked by Jace, Kimber, and Zane, I called over my shoulder, “I'm going to get ready.”

“Us too,” Kimber said. “We'll meet you there in thirty,” she continued. I heard the front door open and close as I reached our loft, followed by the sounds of footsteps up the stairs. I was in the closet when the footsteps ceased, and I peeked out to make sure it was just Jace, and not some intruder. He smirked at me, hearing my thoughts about an intruder. “You know I have the best security system here. You don't need to worry about intruders.”

“What can I say, I'm slightly paranoid.”

“Slightly?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow at me.

“I think I'm justified given the circumstances,” I playfully retorted.

“Truth,” he chuckled. “But, tonight, I don't want you to think about any of that. I want us to have a normal, fun night out like a regular couple.”

Fat chance, I thought. Everything weighed on me constantly, almost like I had an OCD obsession that wouldn't let me relax my mind. I perused over my clothes, trying to find a suitable outfit for tonight. I was going to try my best to have fun like a normal eighteen-year-old girl would. I had a feeling that this was going to be one of the last times that we had a night out for awhile.

Brielle was more than a little tipsy, thanks to Kiera sneaking Brie drinks of her Hurricane. The girls were dancing in the middle of the courtyard as Zane and I watched, drinking our Coronas. The spacious area had a DJ set up, and quite a crowd had formed to enjoy the music. Avalon didn't have a club, so this was probably the closest locals got to the club experience if they didn't want to leave the island.

I loved seeing Brielle relax and have fun. Kimber was twirling her around and around, and Brielle was giggling hysterically. Kimber finally let go, and Brielle stumbled from a combination of the alcohol and dizziness. Some guy caught her, and I waited for him to release her once she regained her balance before I intervened. He held her by her wrist, trying to pull her back to him as she tried to pull away. Irrational anger filled me as I stood and made my way over to them, tunnel vision narrowing my sights on him. I heard Zane calling after me, but I didn't stop. I knew I was overreacting because of the bond, but the hormones inside me screamed for me to make it known that Brielle was mine.

The guy's back was to me so he didn't see my approach, but Brielle did, which made her try harder to get away from him. Her thoughts told me that she didn't want me to get into a fight with this guy, but if he didn't let go, I was going to break his fucking arm. When I reached him, I grabbed his forearm and seethed, “Let her go!”

“Who are you, her father?” he said in a drunken slur.

“No, I'm her boyfriend, and if you don't want to get your ass beat, I suggest you let go now.”

“I'm not done talking to her yet,” he replied. Wrong fucking answer.

“Jace, please, he's drunk. He doesn't mean anything by it,” Brielle said, trying to diffuse the situation.

“How about I take you home and show you how a real ma-,” he said before I cut him off, punching him in the nose with my free hand. He instinctively let go of Brielle to reach for his gushing nose, and I pulled her to me. Her touch stifled my anger some, and I began to calm down. The guy's friends helped him up, holding him back when he tried to charge me. One of them said, “Dude, that's Jace Vasquez. You just got punched in the nose by Jace Vasquez!”

“I don't care who the fuck he is! Let me go!” he yelled as blood continued to spew out of his nose. His friends pulled him out of the courtyard into the parking lot, saving him from more public embarrassment. Brielle walked backwards, pulling me to the dance floor as she said, “Dance with me before we get thrown out.”

We were now in the middle of the crowd of dancing bodies, and she turned and started slowly grinding her ass against me as she swayed to the music of Rihanna's “Birthday Cake.” I placed my hands on her hips as she continued to rub her ass into me, and I moved with her movements. My dick hardened in arousal from Brielle's sensual dancing, and I pressed it against her ass as we continued to dance. I moved my hands to the inside of her thighs, causing her to lean her head back and quietly moan. Our dance was about to turn x-rated if we didn't cool down. Brielle tilted her head, bringing her mouth to mine, her tongue grazing my lips as I heard cat calls along with Kimber yelling, “Get a room!”

Brielle flipped Kimber the middle finger as she continued to kiss me very inappropriately. She turned around to wrap her leg around my waist, causing Zane, Kimber, and Kiera to roar with laughter. We reluctantly stopped dancing to rejoin our friends at the table, who teased us about our near sex show. We ordered two more rounds of drinks before paying our tab and leaving.

Before we parted ways in the parking lot, I reminded Zane to let me know if he hears anything involving us and the High Council. Brielle was leaning on me for support as we walked home, and I ended up carrying her when we were about halfway there. As I laid her in bed, I asked her, “Did you have fun tonight, mi amante?”

“Mmmm hmmm, I did. Thank you,” she slurred, eyes closed and ready to fall into a drunken slumber.

“You're welcome,” I said as I pressed a soft kiss on her lips. I stripped my shirt and pants before climbing under the covers with Brielle. I fell asleep to thoughts that tonight might be our last fun night for a long time.