by Amelia Jade
“I’ll be slow,” he promised, pre-empting her next statement.
Madison smiled. “How did you know?”
“Your eyes,” he replied, lining himself up to push inside her as he spoke. “They speak volumes. Especially when they widen at the sight of me,” he finished with a chuckle.
“You’re rather big,” she said, feeling meek and shy just then.
“It’ll be okay,” he promised.
Madison nodded, spreading her legs a little wider, letting him know she was ready.
Connor thrust his hips forward slightly, entering her at long last.
“Holy shit,” she gasped, sitting up on her elbows again.
She hadn’t been ready.
“Are you okay?” Connor asked, concerned blue eyes focused on her.
“Oh yes, don’t you dare back away,” she commanded, reaching forward and grabbing his hip, stopping him from pulling out. “That was a good thing.”
Connor sagged slightly in relief, flashing her a brilliant smile.
“More,” she practically growled. Madison had had a taste now. She wanted the rest of it, as quickly as she could adjust to it.
“It would be my pleasure,” Connor said with a grin as he bent over her, leaning down to kiss her, even as the movement resulted in several more inches sliding inside her.
Madison’s lips froze in their kiss as she shook with the pleasure, the sensations so fast they almost overwhelmed her. But as she adjusted to him, the shaking was replaced with something else. A deep, gnawing hunger. She almost had all of him, but there was still more.
She needed it.
“I want it all,” she growled between kisses, her arms reaching down to his waist and pulling as hard as she could.
Connor didn’t fight it, his hips descending until they met hers, giving her every last inch. Madison shuddered in ecstasy. This was what she wanted. On top of her, Connor groaned as she squeezed her walls tight around him. The deep, feral sound thrummed through her, setting her nerves ablaze with a tingling sensation.
As if reading her mind, Connor’s hips pulled away from her, and then came slowly back to grind against her once more.
She gasped, her nails digging deep into the skin on his back, eliciting a grunt. He kissed her again, harder this time, even as his hips began to move regularly, pulling almost fully out of her, then sliding back in with a smoothness that threatened to take her breath away with how good it felt.
Above her, Connor continued to kiss her, his groans slipping between them each time they broke apart for air.
“Flip me over,” she commanded, staring deep into his eyes as she told him what to do.
Primal desire filled the blue orbs as they blazed with animal instinct. He didn’t say anything. He simply pulled off her long enough to grab her hips, lift her into the air with an almost scary ease, and place her down in front of him on all fours. Madison had never been manhandled quite so easily, and she was momentarily breathless from the raw display of power he had just shown her.
That was compounded by the feeling of his cock pressing into her again, and his hands wrapping tightly around her waist, pulling her back onto him.
Madison buried her face in the pillows, fingertips digging deep into the fluffy material as Connor slammed into her from behind. He was no longer gentle and tender, but was becoming rough and dominating. To her surprise, not only did she like it, but it was driving her wild with passion and desire. She practically ached for him to go harder, to slam his huge cock into her.
“Harder,” she begged, forcing the word out through her formless cries of pleasure.
A savage growl sounded from behind, and suddenly Connor was going not only harder, but faster, his hips bouncing off hers. Madison was pushed slowly across the bed until her arms rested flat on the wall, trying to push her hips back into him, even as he fucked her as hard as he could.
She felt him tense behind her.
“Don’t you dare cum yet,” she ordered, pulling herself forward and off of his cock.
Connor’s only reply was a grunt, but he didn’t resist as she turned to face him, pushing him down onto his back.
“Now you may cum,” she whispered into his ear, tugging on it gently with her teeth as she got on top, sliding her hips backward until he was inside of her. Then she began to move up and down. Not just her ass, but her entire body, rising up off her knees, and then slowing taking him back inside. She watched as his eyes devoured the sight of her breasts bouncing freely just in front of his face.
“Cum for me,” she told him, feeling the sudden swelling of his cock inside of her.
He groaned and then cried out as his hips thrust upward, lifting her off the bed as he shuddered, muscles contracting and relaxing outside of his control.
Madison added her cries to his as she felt him explode inside of her, shooting hot cum deep inside even as her walls tightened and spasmed around him. She teased every last drop from within him until it filled her completely, a sense of warmth between her legs that felt right.
She collapsed onto his chest, his arms wrapping around her, holding her tight to him. She could feel a slight sheen on her skin, amplified by the near-blistering heat that radiated out from Connor. It didn’t matter though; she couldn’t care less just then. All she wanted was to be as close to him as possible.
Neither of them spoke. Not because they didn’t want to, but because nothing needed to be said. Their body language had said it all. Now was a time for rest, and to bask in the presence of each other in a way they had not yet had the ability to do.
Madison promised to make the most of it, because she knew her time with him was drawing to a close. Soon she would have to leave King City. But Connor was going to stay. There wasn’t a way for her to stay with him.
Was there?
Chapter Eleven
Connor
Several hours later, freshly showered and feeling revived, Connor left a napping Madison behind, easing his way out into the passageways that formed the back area of the club. He needed to find Flint.
With his injuries all healed up now, it was clear that the paste that stopped his healing could be overcome by his internal system, but if the damage was too great, it wouldn’t matter. He was vulnerable now.
If Connor was vulnerable, that meant he could no longer protect Maddy. He needed her out of the city, but in a way that wouldn’t attract attention. That meant she needed to go without him. He was too big, and any large male attracted attention these days.
“Flint,” he said, spotting the man about to turn and head up the stairs to his office.
The head of the Underground looked over his shoulder. Seeing Connor, he nodded, then motioned for him to join him in the office.
Taking the metal stairs two at a time, he slipped through the door before it barely had a chance to close behind the other man.
“What is it, Connor?” Flint asked.
He looked tired, the shifter noted. Large bags under his eyes, and his hair, almost always immaculate, was in disarray.
“Everything okay?” Connor asked instead with a frown.
“Yeah,” Flint answered, sitting back into the chair behind the desk. “Just lots to do these days with all the new developments going on.
Connor nodded, sitting in the small chair that sat on the other side of the desk.
“So, what can I do for you?”
He grimaced unhappily. “I need you to get Maddy out of the city.”
Flint blinked in confusion. “Isn’t that the plan?”
“Without me.”
“Uh, Connor. I can arrange for certain things to happen to help get people out. But the actual doing it, that’s your job. I can’t do that.”
He shook his head. “I’m not asking you to go along. Just find a way that a single woman could make it out of the city without needing to buy a ticket for a train or plane, and without driving. You can do that, right?”
The other man looked at Connor for a long while, then
thought about it. “Yes, actually I think I could.” His eyes focused on the big shifter. “You realize it will be dangerous for her though, right? She won’t have you around to protect her if the Agency does somehow catch on.”
“I know,” Connor said firmly, convinced that this was the way it had to be. She would never stand a chance with him, especially not now that the Agency had seen his face, and could identify him on looks.
“What are you going to be doing instead?”
Connor set his face firmly. “I’m going Extremis hunting.”
“What?” Flint almost shouted, leaping from his seat.
“We need samples of this new serum,” he told Flint. “We can’t get that if I flee the city.”
“What the hell do you think is in there?” Flint asked, pointing at a small case on a shelf on the wall. “Extremis Serum that you captured two weeks ago, the vial of whatever it is they were going to inject you with, and the sample of green paste from your knife wound. What more samples do you want?”
Connor shook his head. “They’re doing something different, Flint. I can feel it. I’ve run into two Agents now, one of whom was as strong as I was. The other was much stronger. I don’t know how they’re doing it, but they’re refining the Extremis Serum, making it better.” He paused. “I think they might have captured an Alpha.”
Flint froze. “Why do you say that?”
“It’s the only thing that explains how they could make such quick advances in their Serum.” He paced back and forth. “When Ajax first came here from Genesis Valley, he fought a large number of the Extremis Agents. They were strong, but he could take them on and win. Hell, he did do that. Flint,” he said, putting his hands on the desk and looking across at the smaller man. “I would lose to the brute I faced the other day, and easily. It wouldn’t even be close.”
Connor shrugged. “It could be worse than we know,” he said softly.
“What do you mean?” Flint asked.
“They could have another shifter. What if they caught a shifter more powerful than a bear, and were able to derive the serum from their blood? They wouldn’t have to drain it of blood completely. They could just mix its blood with bear blood, and create something superior.” His eyes narrowed. “I have to find out,” he said, using his command tone, letting Flint know that this was going to happen no matter what.
“You’re going to be awfully exposed if you do this,” Flint said at last, sitting back into his chair.
Connor followed suit, sighing as he did. “I know Flint. I know.”
“You’ll have to use one of the outer safe houses. One that has no connection back to us. Only to you.”
Connor nodded. When he, Jared, and the rest of the Sentinel team had first arrived, one of their first jobs was to go out and create some safe houses that were only associated with them, not the Underground. The information was all compiled for everyone to use, but it just helped ensure that they would never be breached entirely. It was one of these places that Flint wanted him to use now.
It was more dangerous, because the Underground didn’t watch those places, and if he needed help, he would be all on his own. Flint was effectively giving him permission by disowning him. Connor didn’t like it, but he knew the Underground took priority over any one person. The organization had to be preserved above all else.
“I know, Flint. But it has to be done. What if they have formulas that prevent a shifter from being able to change? Or deny us our strength? If anyone is going to know this, it’s an Extremis Agent.” He shrugged. “It’s not like I’m going to be doing something stupid, like say, breaking into their headquarters.”
Flint glared at him, not impressed with the reminder of the ridiculous mission Ajax had undertaken upon his first journey to King City. Connor still couldn’t believe that he had managed to break into their headquarters and escape, without learning much more about them.
The only information he had managed to procure was that they had been founded by the Order, a group of rogue dragons who thought that they should be at the top of the pecking order, not the human governments of the world. The Order had been dealt with by other dragons already, but it seemed that offshoots like the Agency were determined to go ahead, despite the demise of their founders.
“I’ll make something happen,” Flint said. “But you have to tell Maddy.”
Connor nodded, suddenly hesitant about the whole plan. Arguing with Flint was one thing. He had done that before and would do it again. He was okay with doing that. But having to tell Maddy?
He swallowed nervously.
***
“What is it?”
The question came out the instant he entered the room and made eye contact.
How the hell does she know?
“You’re walking funny. Very nervous-looking. Tell me whatever it is you don’t want to tell me. Let’s just get it out in the open,” she said firmly, standing up from the chair she had been relaxing in and stepping closer to him. “No sense in beating around the bush. What have you done that I’m not going to like?”
His jaw dropped open in surprise.
Maddy snorted. “You seriously have the look of someone who swallowed a frog, Connor. I’m not blind nor stupid. Plus, we’re in a bit of a predicament, and you are a good man. Which means that you’re willing to do something stupid to protect me or something. So whatever it is, spit it out so I can tell you that you’re dumb and we’re doing this together.”
He shook his head. This was not going the way he had imagined it. Then again, he reminded himself, he had imagined it would involve a lot of throwing of objects and screaming. The almost serene calm that Maddy was exuding was throwing him off guard.
“Why don’t you tell me what it is you’re planning that makes you care so little about what I’m about to say?” he returned, watching her closely.
She jolted, but barely, and covered it up quickly enough that he barely saw it. In fact, if he hadn’t been looking for it, Connor doubted he would have known.
“When I figure it out, I’ll tell you,” she replied. “Now, tell me what you’ve gone and done.”
Connor didn’t sense a lie in her words, but it was clear they weren’t the complete truth either. Still, she had admitted she was up to something, which was more than he had expected. But he was now forced to acknowledge her words.
“Flint is going to get you out of the city.”
Maddy frowned. “Wasn’t that the plan all along?”
“Without me.” He tried not to laugh at how similar the conversations were.
“Why?” Unlike Flint, there was no protest from her. She had known he was up to something, so the news wasn’t entirely shocking to her.
“Because I draw too much attention.”
Her eyes narrowed. “That’s not all. Tell me the whole truth.”
Connor sighed and collapsed onto the bed unhappily. “When I led them off the other day, they caught me. They took my mask off.”
Maddy looked away, upset. “They know what you look like now,” she said.
“Yes.”
“What else?”
He swore to himself as she pressed him. Connor had hoped to get away without telling her his next plans. So much for that.
“We need to capture someone alive who can tell us about all these new serums,” he said after a long pause.
Maddy looked at him hard as she thought over his words. “You want to capture one of those, what do you call them, Extreme Agents?”
He smiled briefly. “Extremis, but yes,” he admitted.
“That sounds like a pretty dumb idea,” she stated bluntly.
“I’ve had better,” he replied. “But whether it’s a good idea or not, it needs to be done. If they have other serums, ones that can affect other abilities, either enhancing them or denying them, then we need to know about it.”
“And capturing one of those is something I can’t help with,” she said at last, dejected. “I would be far too much of a liability.�
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Connor didn’t respond. He didn’t have to. Maddy knew what she was saying was the truth. He didn’t need to reinforce the fact.
“I’ll be able to work better knowing that you’re safe,” he said softly. It was cliché, but it was the truth nonetheless. He needed to say it aloud and for her to hear it from his lips instead of having it implied.
She smiled wanly. “I know. But that doesn’t help me feel something other than useless,” she said with a shrug. “I want to be able to help, not hinder.”
“You’re smart,” he said. “Perhaps we could get you a job in Genesis Valley, helping to analyze these formulas. Find a way to make us immune to their effects, perhaps?” He smiled. “It’s not frontline work, true, but trust me, it’s extremely important.”
Maddy frowned. “I’m not sure I have the proper set of smarts for that,” she told him. “And why can’t you come with me, and then go do this once the rest of your team is back?”
He hesitated. It was a good question, and one he had thought of several times. “I’m not sure I can tell you a logical reason for that,” he admitted. “It just feels right. I need to go do this, and not go with you.” Connor winced. “I know that sounds stupid and ridiculous, but there it is.”
To his surprise, Maddy didn’t instantly scoff at his thoughts. All she asked was one simple word. “Why?”
“Something to do with the Agency, the serums, us, the Underground, and the mole. It all blends together somehow.” He made a mental note to go and find Flint. He hadn’t mentioned the mole to him yet. They were going to have to do some internal hunting once Maddy was gone. That was why he had gone to Flint, and asked him alone to arrange her extraction. If nobody else knew it was happening, she couldn’t be betrayed either. Connor had to do everything he could to keep her safe.
Maddy nodded slowly. “I understand.”
He blinked. “You do?”
“Yes,” she told him. “I’ve always felt that I don’t belong. I’ve just known it. Something about me is different than the people I’ve met before. I just don’t know how, but it is. I can’t explain it either, but it’s one of those things I just know.”
