Against Hospital Rules

Chapter Seven: Donkey Moment

*Haileigh’s POV*

They were all running into the woods, Haileigh nestled comfortably-although she would deny it with her last breath-in SP’s arms.

“Are we there yet?” She just couldn’t resist. She might as well get on his nerves, that is the least she could do after he kidnapped her and all.

A tick started in his jaw. “No.”

“How much farther?”

“Not far.”

“Ummm…”

Haileigh had run out of stupid questions to ask and for this she was mad at herself.

She didn’t see SP sigh in relief.

Haileigh took the time to take in her surroundings (Which was a forest by the way).

Trees, trees, SQUIRRELS CUDDLING! AWWW!, trees, wolves.

Wait, wolves?

She shot her gaze up to stare at them.

They were beautiful.

Sleek grey wolves trotting easily, rustic ones speckled among the grey, a single black one standing toward the front.

“They’re beautiful.” Haileigh breathed aloud, unintentionally.

“The most beautiful things are often the most deadly.” SP replied.

Haileigh jumped slightly, then colored when she realized she spoke aloud.

“Sometimes, even danger is overshadowed by beauty.” Haileigh replied, then kicked herself.

Yeah, what happened to “Let’s be an emotionless hostage to rebel.”

That went over like a lead balloon.

SP seemed to tell that she was kicking herself and what for and he laughed huskily.

She glowered at him.

His eyes that were seconds before wide with laughter, narrowed and darkened with passion.

Haileigh swallowed and tried to glance away only to have her chin captured in his palm.

She gazed into his hooded eyes, half in fright, half anticipation and waited.

SP, not to be one to disappoint, lowered his head.

This kiss was not like the one that the hospital, done in a primitive show of dominance and possession, but a gentle exploration.

And darn every one of Haileigh’s hormones is she didn’t enjoy it.

*Jadyne’s POV*

He was shocked. He thought she was going to fight him like she did at the hospital. She didn’t.

If that didn’t stroke his ego, nothing would.

Though he was doing some stroking of his own…

To demonstrate this, he stroked her mouth with his tongue.

He grinned when she tried to smother a small whimper that came from her mouth.

He pulled away only trail a burning path down he throat.

“You are so hot when you are mad.”

She glowered at him again.

Is she trying to make him take her right there?

“I’m not supposed to be doing this…” She said, frustration flitting across her features.

She clearly didn’t realized she said aloud.

“Yes, you are sweet cheeks.”

She gazed at him suspicious.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Her clear blue eyes narrowing.

“That you’re mine.” He murmured as he leaned down and kissed her again.