His mouth firms, his gaze narrows, and my breath catches in my throat. He takes a step forward, and another, until he’s standing in front of me. Another step, and he’ll be between my legs and that hard shaft of his will brush my core and… Liquid pools between my thighs, and I fight the urge to squeeze them together.
No, this is about teasing him, seducing him, making him see how much he already misses me, reminding him how much he wants to be inside of me, right?
His hands curl at his sides, his shoulders go rigid, the cords of his throat stand out, and I almost lose it then. No, not yet. Stay where you are, stay.
“Tell me, Doc.” I jut out my chin.
He moves so fast he blurs.
He grabs my thighs, pries them apart, then shoves four fingers into my pussy and I scream. The makings of an orgasm radiate out from my core. He plunges in and out, in and out. The climax surges up my legs, and I gasp and pant, my vision going narrow. What’s he doing to me?
I can’t come that quickly, can I?
He tears his fingers from my pussy, and the orgasm recedes. What the—a whine spills from my lips.
One side of his lips curls in a smirk. “Nothing. I am going to do nothing about that, Red.” He walks around me and heads to the door. “Get dressed, we’re going home.”
I blink, then swing around so my legs dangle over the table toward the side facing the door. “But…but you can’t do that.”
He pauses at the exit and shoots me a look over his shoulder.
Right. I bring my knees up.
“You can’t teleport.”
His features harden.
“I put in a call to the Fae Corps." His gaze wavers. "They’ll be on their way to get us out of here.”
My chest squeezes. “You said…we have another day together?”
“Changed my mind.” He squares his shoulders.
“I don’t want to leave.” I hug my knees close to my chest. I sound whiny, and very needy... but...desperate times and all that.
“You broke my rules. You took the lead, you initiated.” He drops his gaze to my pussy. “A very bad seduction scene, I may add. Guess what happens to little girls who break my rules?”
“Wh…what?”
“No orgasms for you. You don’t get to feel my hands on you, you don’t get to have my dick throbbing inside of you. You don’t get to kiss me. You don’t get to come.”
“No.” I breathe out. “You can’t do that.” I squeeze my thighs together. The very cells of my body seem to ache with the distance he’s put between us.
“I am…doing it.” He taps his fingers on his chest, his tone already bored. His gaze grows distant. “Cover yourself before the rest arrive.” He stalks out.
Hold on just a damn moment. Did he just walk away from me? Did he just deny me an orgasm?
I had…had let him spank me, and take me in my ass…and uh, fine, fine, I had enjoyed it, but I need more, ya know?
The ball of fire in my chest stutters.
I had gotten more.
I had received his claiming mark, twice. He had taken me and knotted me as a Fae would only to his mate...but it doesn’t mean anything to him.
I reach for his shirt and shrug it on.
The stroke of the cloth over my sensitive breasts, chafing my still sore ass, all of it sends a wave of heat straight to my pussy.
Well, if he doesn’t want me anymore, he won’t miss me if I leave, right? I slide down to standing, then walk toward the sliding doors. Pushing them open, I step onto the decking. I don’t have shoes…this is going to hurt.
I can withstand more abuse than I thought.
Nolan has taught me that much. I can’t stop the smile that curls my lips. We’ll see what he has to say about this.
When…if he finds out I am missing and comes after me.
I swing my leg over the parapet and drop to the ground.
33
Doc
The fuck was I thinking? I wasn't. Not at all. That's the problem.
I stride away from the kitchen and curse myself.
I had gone there with the intention of feeding her, taking care of her. Trying, for once, to have a normal conversation. ‘Trying’ being the operative word, for a glimpse of her sprawled on the table with her thighs open, breasts heaving, pussy lips glistening at me…I had almost pushed her back and taken her right there.
Just the sight of that succulent flesh between her legs had me extending in my pants…fuck.
Her presence crawls in my blood, her essence fills my chest, the mating bond a sliver of connection between us. Translucent in places, it’s just a thread that binds us, but it’s enough for me to reach out and sense her presence. Anger and need pulse down it.
Lust crawls down the shared connection, and a throbbing yearning incinerates toward me, burning a path in its wake. I slap down a barrier on the psychic plane to prevent it from reaching me. She’s aching for me. She needs me, and I… I cannot, will not go to her.
I hurry my steps and walk to the study. Going to the table at the far end, I snap my fingers, and a hologram appears. I need to talk to someone, but Tristan is away on another of his jaunts with Jess and her younger daughter. Which leaves…not Dante, who’s also mated.
Hawke’s hologram appears. “Don't make this a habit bitch.” He rakes his fingers through his already disheveled hair. “You’ve disturbed me twice in one night. That’s got to be a record, considering you normally refuse any offer of help.”
“Shut up, wanker, and get your ass down here.”
“Huh?” He frowns. “Thought you wanted us to stay away for another day and give you ah…what was it you said? Some time to figure out what to do with the problem that has arisen? Assuming you have come to some conclusion then?”
“Yeah, I need you to get her to safety.”
"Let me get this straight." He stares, “You are asking me to come get you and Alice back to Singapore?’
How dare he say her name, how dare he even think about her? I set my jaw. “Yes.”
Hawke laughs. The bastard throws his head back and cackles so hard his entire body shakes.
“The fuck is so funny, asshole?”
“You, dickwad. You.”
The blood thuds at my temples. I am going to kick his sorry ass when I see him next. “Shut the fuck up. Just because I can’t teleport temporarily—”
“—is all the more reason for you to stay where you are with her and figure out what the hell it is you are going to do with whatever it is between the two of you.”
“There’s nothing between us.” I roll my shoulders.
He shakes his head, "Good luck trying to convince yourself about that load of shit.”
“What-fucking-ever,” I hold my elbows wide from my body. “And I am taking relationship advice from you? The man who has it bad for a seventeen-year-old?”
“Eighteen…she’s going to be eighteen in a month, and I have kept away from her. I am going to make sure I stay the fuck away from her.” He sets his jaw.
“Ha, famous last words.”
The man has it in bad for Charley, Jess’ older daughter, and that is a problem. When a Fae males gets this fixated on a woman, there is only one way for it to end. Badly. As in, he's gotta take her for his mate or else…make himself scarce and never see her face again…and the fuck am I empathizing with him when I am in the same position?
Worse… I did the one thing I shouldn’t have. I had claimed her and knotted her repeatedly.
“Hold on." Hawke raises his hands, palms face up. "I am not the one who needs kinky shit to get me off."
I grit my teeth and glare at him.
"You tell her yet?”
I curl my fingers at my side.
“Right, so you have…and?”
“I can’t believe I am standing here talking to a fucking hologram and laying out this emo stuff.”
“For a doctor, you sure are stupid. Did you even study to do what you do? Did you have the IQ to pass your exams a
nd put in the hours to learn surgery…or…?”
“Shut up.”
“Right. So no talking about your profession, or about your woman or—”
“Not my woman.” I grumble.
“Fine, about the human you rescued. Where did you find her?”
“It was Boris who took her.”
“Motherfucker.” Hawke stiffens and his gaze sharpens. “And you are telling me this now?”
I rub the back of my neck.
He’s right. I neglected my duties. I should have called in to them the moment I reached the safe house, should have told them what Boris intended to do. “He was trying to sell her at the auction.”
“The global auction for virgins that takes place every month in St. Petersburg?”
“Yeah.” I drum my fingers on my chest. “You’re right, I should have updated you’ll earlier. Should have called it in to Dante, who—”
“—is gonna be so pissed, man, you are so screwed.”
I wince and shift my weight. “Yeah…well. I am calling you now, aren’t I?”
Twenty-four hours too late, but still…I came to my senses. That has to count for something, right?
“What were you doing all this time?" He scratches his chin, "We lost track of you after you reached St. Petersburg, and before our scouts on the ground could report back, you had surfaced…in the safe house in Belgrade.”
“Ah.” I thrust my chest forward. “None of your business what happened here.”
“Not that I can't guess.” He angles his head.
I resist the urge to shuffle my feet. This entire line of questioning is not what I had expected when I'd called into Hawke.
“It’s not a secret, that you are one sick mofo and that you have it bad for Alice.”
“You done yet?” The beginning of a headache claws at my temples.
“Don't go getting your panties in a twist. Not that I am getting any sleep here, I’ll just have to alert Dante and—”
“—don’t tell him.”
“He needs to be informed of the developments.”
“We are safe…for now. But my telekinetic energy is not yet fully functional. I need your help to get us back, then we can tell him together.”
“You live too dangerously, Doc.”
And that's an under-fucking-statement. I rub the back of my neck.
“You sure you guys will be safe there?”
“There’s a screen around the safe house. As long as we don’t step out of it, no way can Boris find us…”
The ringing of a siren blares through the house.
“The fuck?” I stiffen.
Alice, it has to be her.
I drop the barrier on the psychic plane, and instantly, fear and pain crashes into my chest.
I gasp and bend over, massaging the skin over my heart.
“What have you done?” Hawke’s voice slashes through my head.
“Alice,” I gasp out. “She’s in danger. She stepped out of the safety net.”
“And you can sense her how? Did you mate her, motherfucker?”
Yes. The bite of her panic screams through me. My ears pop, my heart hammers, and adrenaline spikes my blood. “I need to go…” I stagger back from the hologram.
“I am on my way, Doc.”
Hawke’s voice follows me as I stumble out of the study.
Pain whines over my nerves…and for the first time, it’s not the kind that makes my blood sing.
It’s a different kind of hurt, one that squeezes my heart, makes my chest ache.
All the pores on my skin pop.
A surge of fear races through the bond and bursts over me. It swells my throat and slams into the backs of my eyeballs, almost blinding me.
The world darkens, my head spins, and my legs threaten to give way from under me. Bile lurches up my throat and I swallow it down.
I can’t let the fear get to me.
Alice. I flail with my arms, and my hands connect with the frame of the door. I hook my fingernails onto it and right myself. Take a deep breath, and another.
My heartbeat lowers, my pulse rights. I reach out through the bond for her. Her fear leaps forward and nearly suffocates me. I draw in a breath and my lungs burn. The metallic tang of blood fills my mouth, and only then do I realize I am biting my tongue.
I force myself to loosen my jaw.
Draw on that small thread of telekinetic energy inside of me that’s beginning to regenerate. Locking in on Alice’s location, I pull the energy over me. My muscles tremble. The world tilts around me, and I teleport.
34
Alice
I race through the greenery surrounding the house.
It’s strange that we’ve been here for more than a day and I haven’t even bothered to look outside and check our surroundings.
Probably because the alpha-hole had kept me in a sex-hazed state. And no, I can’t put all the blame on him either; I had been a willing participant to everything he’d done to me. To how he’d thrust into my pussy and slapped my ass, and to how I'd kissed him back. I lick my lips and the salty dark taste of him fills my mouth.
I can almost imagine the touch of his fingers on my skin, ravaging me, bringing me to climax again and again, and yet he’d turned me down and walked away from me.
He'd cheapened what had been between us to little more than lust, and maybe that’s all it had been on his side. Not. No, it wasn’t. It couldn't have been. It was more, so much more. If only Doc would stop being stubborn and acknowledge it. The thrum of heat in my ribcage reminds me that I had pushed him enough to do that...briefly.
I had made him give in to at least one basic urge: to mate me. And I had wanted it, damn it. I hiccough. Tears fill my eyes, almost blinding me.
I had wanted him to take me and bind me to him so there was no way for him to escape. No…so there was no way for him to let go of me, or so I had foolishly thought. Stupid, stupid woman. He had let go of me all the same, and now… I was spoilt for anything. There was no way I would ever sleep with anyone else. Never allow anyone else to fuck me or spank me or expose my soul in such a vulnerable fashion. I had trusted him. Bastard. I had given myself up to him willingly, and he…he had broken my heart.
A sob rips out of me, a trembling grips my muscles, and I stumble and fall, then go rolling down the slope. Over bushes, rocks, thorns that stick into my side. Ouch. I bounce off a boulder then another bush and come to a stop with my leg bent under me. A piercing pain sweeps up my ankle, and I groan.
I take in a breath, and dust fills my nostrils. I cough, then shove myself to turn over on my back.
A shadow falls over me. “Well, what have we here?”
The scent of something rotting assails me and I gag. No, not him. It can’t be him. Boris can’t come onto the grounds, can he? Doc had told me that there was a security net all around the safe house…but maybe I broke through it when I fell down the slope?
I keep my eyes shut. It’s cowardly of me, but damn it, I am not ready to face any other challenge. Not when every part of me aches…for him. For Doc. That jerk who turned his back on me.
“You going to get up, or should I help you, and believe me, I’d love to have my hands all over you.”
My eyes pop open.
The sight of Boris’ hateful face sends a surge of fear pouring into my chest. I try to breathe, but my throat is too dry. My rib cage compresses, and I am sure I am going to come apart right then. I bite down on the inside of my mouth and taste blood.
“What do you want?” I swallow the urge to scream.
I will not show this man how nervous I am.
He holds out a hand. “Let me help you up.”
I scoot away from him, and his gaze widens.
He pulls back his lips, and the gaps in his front teeth are a horrifying sight. A jolt of fear races down my spine. My heartbeat ratchets up.
Calm down. Don’t give in to the fear.
I hoist myself to my feet, and my injured leg protests. Red-white
sparks flash behind my eyes. I swallow my groan, then thrust out my chin. “I am…up.”
“You haven’t lost your spine. That’s good.” His gaze darts past me to the house. “Tell me why he brought you here. What is he to you?”
Everything. I almost say that aloud. No. Don’t tell him anything.
My instincts scream to hide the truth from him. To not give him a clue as to what had just happened.
“Nothing.” I firm my lips.
“Is that right?” He rocks forward on the balls of his feet and the scent of rotting flesh deepens.
I skitter away, but he grabs my arm, ugh! My skin shrivels. I raise my shoulder and try to break his grasp, but his hold tightens. I put weight on my hurt ankle , and a fresh burst of pain drums at my temples. I almost sob out.
“So why do you smell of him?”
“I… It’s because he brought me here, so obviously some of his scent is going to rub off on me.” Please let him buy the story. Please.
“Hmph.” He purses his lips. “Maybe you are telling the truth…”
The breath wheezes from my throat.
“Maybe not.”
I stiffen.
His gaze drops to my neck. “So how do you explain that?”
Ah, hell. The claiming mark. Damnit. Couldn't Doc have held back? You hadn’t wanted him to hold back, remember? So I can’t blame him completely for the mess I am in, except he had pissed me off, and I had walked away and I…I shouldn’t have. Why are mistakes so easy to spot in hindsight?
His gaze narrows and I firm my shoulders.
“I hurt myself when I slipped and fell earlier.” I raise my chin.
“Don’t believe you." He clicks his tongue. "Not that it matters. I am going to kill him and take you.” He begins to drag me up the incline.
I struggle, and he yanks me along, and I almost fall.
“No, wait. Don’t hurt him. Please.’
“’Don’t hurt him, please, spare him.’" He raises his voice to a high-pitched tone, "Isn’t that what you mean to say?"
In that moment, I have never hated anyone more than this man. To think, at one point he was the leader of the Fae Corps…I can’t imagine Doc ever toeing the line to his leadership.
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