Travis could not help the little squeeze he gave Fallon’s behind as he finished. “He reminded me of me, and how I’d overcome my circumstances. It’s just hard to believe that he’s the one who's perpetrating the gruesome acts of violence. Not the kid I once knew.”
“No, he really isn’t,” Fallon said softly.
Fallon pushed away from his chest and leapt from the bed. “We need to find that kid, and we need to find him now.”
Travis pushed up onto his elbows, puzzled by her actions. “What the hell is going on now? It’s ten o’clock on Saturday a night. Why the fuck is it so important we find him tonight?”
“You’re welcome to join me”—her head tilted towards the bathroom, then she shrugged—“or wait until I’m done. It’s up to you.”
A few minutes later, Travis could hear the shower start and knew that if he didn’t get his ass in gear, she’d be gone before he caught up as to what was happening here.
Fallon sank back against the rough surface. Twinges of uncertainty cropped up once the door shut behind her. What had she done?
“Yeah, what did you think would happen after the fun? Didn’t think that far along, did yah now?” she muttered with a silent snort as she flipped on the shower and adjusted the temperature.
As she waited, the scent of a winter-storm bonded with the mist. She could smell Travis all over her. Hell, if she were around him much longer, she would start looking forward to winter.
Was it normal to want him again? Ugh. She never believed she would be debating stuff like this.
Because right now, the inner muscles of her sex ached and throbbed in a way that was highly distracting.
She had things to do. She didn’t have time to lay around in bed wondering about all the stupid things her immersion into sexual aftermath brought about.
Travis had to be crazed. What other explanation could there be for him jumping into the middle of the road with lightning thin and more powerful than a whip striking near him. Then touching her after rain had soaked through her clothes. He was one lucky bastard to escape electrocution. If Travis had been human, he’d be dead.
Jackass. That was what he was.
The dark-violet intensity of his stare also was a cause for concern.
An electric shiver raced through her system at the memory of his eyes. Travis had barely mentioned to her what color his eyes were before the shades came off. Yet, during climax, black had drowned out any white, with the exception of hundreds of starlit specks in the center of his pupil. Like an Archangel. Like a warrior. Like someone—she had a sinking suspicion—she should not be fooling with.
She stepped beneath the stinging spray, turned her back to the powerful streams of water, and eyed the ceiling as minimal amounts of spray caressed her upturned face.
She had not cried in a thousand years, and she wasn’t going to start now because it sure as hell wouldn’t help. It would not change what’d happened between them, or the insecurities after. It would just make her head hurt. And the last thing she needed was another headache. Travis snuggled in her bed in the other room was enough headache for any woman.
It was nearing midnight.
She had to find this Dennis kid before anyone else died. She debated if bringing Travis along would distract her.
Rinsing soapy suds from her body as she turned beneath the spray, she was somehow not surprised to make contact with the immovable obstacle that’d stepped into the shower with her.
“Showering without me. Now that’s just a sin after what we did.” Rich, normal, violet eyes stared down at her as steamy water sluiced over the hard-muscled, darkly buff flesh of his body.
God, he was almost as beautiful as an Archangel.
Impossible.
Travis had a soul. She’d touched it. She knew because she had one.
She turned to face Travis. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on his body. The power beneath what appeared to be battle-honed flesh was obvious.
Cascading water beaded on his neck, while several droplets rained down his body. She lowered her gaze as she tracked them. Water lingered at the base of his heavy hard-on before falling down his powerful legs.
She quickly returned her gaze to the heavily veined erection angled from his body. His cock was magnificent.
Her core dampened as she licked her lips. Travis was a temptation she needed to avoid.
She wanted to taste the mushroom head of his cock. To hold it within her mouth.
Falling victim to a desire that was too great to contain, she lowered to her knees, lost to the pleasure of his deep ministrations to her aching nipples. Instead, she chose a pleasure she couldn’t deny any longer.
Kissing her way down his chest and lowered, she wrapped her hands around his muscular thighs, her lips parting. She felt one hand lock in the hair at the base of her skull, and her lashes flittered with the tingling awareness of his fingers clenched in the strands as he fisted them.
Her tongue tasted the engorged crest first, wrapped around soft yet firm surface, as her lips embraced him, and sealed the large head inside the hungry depths of her mouth.
Travis gave a brutal hiss and tightened his grip in hair.
She griped the base of the shaft, feeling Travis start to pulse.
Inhaling heavily, she opened her mouth wide and took him as deep as she could.
Travis’s fist opened and closed over her head, and arcs of explosive sensation raced over heated scalp.
The taste of salty male and an ominous storms teased her taste buds as pre-cum escaped the narrow slit her tongue laved over. She moaned. The teasing taste of the elixir increased her efforts. She slid a free hand from his hip around and between his ass cheeks to find his tightly drawn testicles. As her fingers worked him, he groan her name.
The sound sent her spiraling into the unknown.
Her clit swelled as her pussy flooded. She filled with heated emotion, and the intimacy of the act almost drove her insane.
Travis wondered how he’d become so blessed. Fallon was torturing his dick with pure fire.
He guessed she didn’t know that with every moan from her hot lips, thunder boomed, despite the enclosed space.
Travis felt every force in his body tightening, burning, like the conflagrations of pleasure surging to life when her first bolt of lightning had hit him. Wave after wave of flames licked at his nerve endings.
The feel of her mouth drawing on the sensitive head of his dick was killing him. The intensity of each swipe of her tongue was tearing through him, awakening something wild, uncontrolled, and unrecognizable.
As her tongue teased the underside of his cock, he felt lightheaded. He could feel the essence of something unknown building. He was surrounded to the hilt by her lush heat.
Adrenaline called forth by searing heat tearing through his system filled him.
There was no such thing as control. There was no holding back.
His fingers gripped her hair tighter, and his gaze locked on the ecstatic expression of her face. He knew that control, reason, or holding back were nothing he wanted when it came to the lush eroticism of this woman.
His woman.
“Fallon, I need you to release me from between those beautiful lips, baby.” Need clawed at his belly to be inside her.
Fallon had wondered what it would be like with Travis, loving him with her lips, with her tongue, feeling him thrusting past her lips until he found his pleasure.
She could feel he was close. His testicles drew tight, and his cock pulsed.
Then he said the one thing she didn’t need to hear. That he wanted her to stop.
His voice ragged, so harsh and animalistic that she knew what she would see when she opened her eyes.
She told herself not to look up.
He
r lashes fluttered open anyhow.
Solid black with stardust flecks filled his gaze. He was an archangel.
No.” The protest was instinctual as he pulled back, removing the treat she believed was within seconds of releasing into her mouth.
He snarled at her. A low, untamed sound that had her eyes widening and a gasp tearing from her as she suddenly found herself staring at the shower wall. Behind her, one hard hand gripped her hip to hold her in place as the other planted itself between her shoulder blades, pressing her breasts against the cold tile firmly.
“Don’t move,” he hissed.
Suddenly he was covering her, his hand wrapped around her neck.
Instead, she lost her breath, gasping with a surge of such incredible pleasure that her lashes closed in some stupid form of submission.
What had she gotten into?
She would hate herself later, she decided. Maybe in a month.
Maybe never. Wouldn’t that be something?
For now, she wasn’t going to do anything to dull or take away from the incredible eroticism of his domination, no matter how divided her feelings. Every shiver pushed her desire higher. The hand not restraining her to the wall slid down to her abdomen. Nudging her legs further apart, the hard crest of his cock pressed against the swollen folds of her pussy. Her juices had her so slick, so ready for him that when he pressed against the entrance, the tip of his cock wedged easily inside.
Fallon’s back arched, a cry tearing from her lips as the first heavy thrust buried simply a few inches of his shaft inside her. Steamy water bathed them, only marginally blocked by his broad back. It heated the cubical further, steaming the glass door, creating a moist heat that heightened the feeling of oneness.
Pulling back, he gave her only a second to draw another breath before he was plunging inside her again, then again. Four heavy thrusts before he lodged fully inside her, stretching her, sending sharp spasms of incredible pleasure piercing each nerve ending inside her pussy.
Her finger curled against the walls tile, the cream-colored ceramic smooth and warm against her palms. Behind her, Travis seemed to grow only stronger and hotter. Buried inside her, his cock pounded against her vagina and her mind clouded over with the need to peak.
She was crying his name, begging, and she had no idea what she was begging for until he began moving.
His fingers tightened at her hip as he planted his other hand beside her head as he began thrusting fiercely inside her.
She was crying out his name, her pussy clenching on each quick thrust, desperate to hold him inside her. The iron-hard width stretched her until each thrust exerted just enough pressure to her swollen clit to drive her insane.
“Travis, please. Damn you. Let me come,” she gritted out, feeling his kisses linger along her temple down to her cheek. A rumbling growl vibrated against her back and at her ear.
His hips pounded against her ass, his cock shuttling hard, and deep, caressing and stroking the over-sensitized flesh of her pussy until she thought she would go mad with the sensations tearing through her.
Please,” she moaned against his bicep, feeling the muscle flex beneath her lips, “Please, don’t stop. Please, don’t.” She almost whimpered in submission.
The blasted man only growled again in response. However, the pace increased. Pistoling flesh shafted inside her faster, harder, stroking, burning through flesh as her delicate tissues clenched and tightened around each thrust until she felt that inferno building inside her reaching critical mass.
Helpless, no longer needing restraint, the hand gripping hers slid between her thighs, finding the swollen bud of her clit with the callused tips of his fingers.
That simple touch shattered her. It began with a rapid-fire implosion that stole her breath. Ecstasy crashed in upon her.
Lightning struck at her clit, speared into her pussy, and then gathered force to clench at her womb. Her sight blurred to nothing but the luminescent brilliance of his light as the fiery explosions of reaching the pinnacle.
Pressing her body into the wall, Fallon realized she’d never felt this drained, even at her worst.
If she was going to prove to Michael–and herself-that she wasn’t ruled by emotions, she couldn’t let Travis continue to breach the wall she’d built around heart since she arrived in North Carolina.
Why did her life have to be so murky?
“Why is it I’m seeing a pattern with you? You shut down on me just when I think I’m beginning to understand you?” Travis asked while purposely crowding her again.
She wasn’t going to be drawn into another bout of sexual one-upmanship.
“You initially mentioned two women,” she said, deliberately changing the subject, “and I presumed they were the only victims. Mind you, I haven’t been keeping up with the news lately.” A shiver slid down her spine. His narrow-eyed scrutiny made her feel awkward under the cooled spray. She refused to acknowledge what they just did. She moved the soap efficiently over her body lost in thought, then looked over on shoulder. “Can you describe the feather you found?”
His gaze locked on the movements of her hands as she soaped her stomach. “Long, purple, and black with scales instead of soft plumages.”
“And did you ever discover a time-line between murders with unexplained deaths and altered eyes?”
“Not really. Other than the four eight months ago and the two we found in the past week. Why?”
She handed Travis the body wash while she switched to the shampoo. “This situation is a lot more complicated than I believed. If I have to call my brothers in on this, I’ll never get to go home. All I’d have to do is press three on the SAT phone. Easy-peasy. That stupid storm had to come up when I had him. What was I thinking to let him go like that?” She rinsed her hair. Leaving the shower, she was drying off when Travis stormed out after her.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going this time of the night? You still haven’t explained what finding Dennis or the damn feather has to do with anything?”
He glared at her before his expression softened. “If you think for a moment that you are going to dismiss what happened in that bed less than an hour ago, or what just happened, you have another thing coming.” Fallon however did not like the sudden calculated look in his eyes. “Besides, how are you going to find him without me?”
Fallon stared into Travis’s beautiful neon-violet eyes just before he kissed her breathless. He was just as electric as she was. Then he set her down and paced. “Your original plan was to use me. Then do it, dammit. Now tell me what the fuck is going on.”
When a crooked smile appeared on his handsome face, she grew disgusted with how easily he’d capitalized on a single kiss. Her eyes drifted from his lip to points lower. God, he was still nude. The man’s body should be immortalized in stone.
Wanton thoughts had no place for the here and now, and the possessiveness that laced his words wasn’t something she wanted to address. That particular emotion was an inconvenience she never believed she’d have to deal with. She allowed a momentary power-down within her brain, overloaded by the seriousness of both developments.
“Look, I’m dealing with more than you can dream of,” she said. “What you may have believed was a psycho killer, well, handsome, it’s beginning to look like a shit storm of epic proportions.”
“Tell me what’s happening then and give us a chance to work it out.” Every muscle worked in concert as Travis dressed with quick efficiency.
She sat on the end of the bed, weighted down with all the things that seemed to be happening at once. “Until I know for sure what I believe is going on, just talking about it won’t change the outcome.”
“I need a drink,” she finally said. When Travis made a move to follow, she told him, “I’ll be back.”
She walked down the
hall and returned with a bottle of whiskey from the study down the hall. Alcohol was an old faithful when everything else was so up in the air. Travis raised a brow when she returned.
Taking a swig, she said, “Parts of this story have to be verified by my boss, The Guardian. Won’t that be a bitch? Especially since I haven’t heard from him in over a month.”
“This person must be an asshole to leave you hanging.”
The low growl caused her to melt and glance around for lightning to strike.
“I don’t think you want to talk about the supreme Seraphim. He’s the big daddy who first challenged Fallen when they turned.”
“You’ve referred to the Seven before. Who are they?”
“The Seven that fell with Lucifer weren’t also easily banished to hell. So, who do you think took on the monumental feat of putting the bad guys in their place?”
The brown liquid swished around wildly as the bottle suddenly disappeared from her fingers.
“So if he’s such a big man, why is this happening and why do you work for him?” Travis demanded, holding the whiskey bottle out of reach.
Fallon scowled. The least he could do was give it back.
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