Sacred Burial Grounds (An FBI Romance Thriller (book 2))

by Kelley, Morgan

  He was trying to torment her, and making himself crazy in the process. He flicked open her jeans, and ran his hand inside them, not even dropping them. If he did he’d take her right then, and he wanted more time with her first to get her ready for him. His fingers found their mark, and she moaned into his mouth as he kissed more, taking all of her like a greedy, starving man. Sliding his fingers into her slick wetness, he could feel her body accept them and tighten around them in delicious want. His idea of seducing his wife was just making him crazy and out of control. He was making love to her like a desperate, hungry man, and she was the only thing to satisfy his need.

  Elizabeth unzipped him the rest of the way, pushing his pants down until he was just in his boxers. “Lose them,” she whispered.

  “You too!” Blackhawk went back to the kiss, as he got completely naked.

  Elizabeth did what he asked and then felt him stop the kiss to turn her around. He was biting the back of her neck, and his body was fully aroused and pushed against hers as she leaned into him.

  Blackhawk pulled her hair from the ponytail and wrapped it around his wrist to use it to control her. It ripped a gasp from her mouth, when he pushed her to the couch, “Knees Elizabeth,” he whispered roughly into her ear, as he then ran his lips across the tattoo of his name. Leaving kisses there, showing ownership.

  Something in him went wild. His wife was on her knees on their couch with her back to him. The tattoo of his name possessively gracing her back, and her hair wrapped around his wrist just pushed him over the edge. He couldn’t control the wildness he felt tearing through his body. Gone was the gentle control, and in its place was a newly discovered wildness that grabbed his body and threatened to never release him. The possessiveness and need to own her completely took over, and he found himself being more forceful than he’d ever dared in bed before.

  Elizabeth couldn’t move. Her husband had her pinned over the arm of the couch by the hair and with his body. He was planning on taking her, and it made her crazy. “Now Ethan, please!” She was pretty sure she was going to burst into flames if he didn’t help her ease the need building in her.

  He slid against her moist opening, teasing her as he leaned over her body. “Beg Elizabeth,” he whispered in her ear. “How bad do you want it?”

  Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she almost lost all words. “Please Ethan, I want you.”

  Before the last word was out of her mouth, he pushed into her. She tried to move forward to brace for the invasion, but he held her with her own hair, trapped. “Now, Elizabeth?”

  “God yes, Ethan!” Elizabeth shouted, as he started moving. When he yanked her up so her torso was pressed against his to move in and out of her, Elizabeth was lost. She slid her hands down to his muscle corded hips and dug her nails into his flesh just to hold onto him. When he bit her on the neck, just hard enough to make goose bumps cross her flesh, she didn’t think she’d last much longer. It was so delicious, and she prayed for control and that it wouldn’t ever end.

  “Oh God, Lyzee,” he moaned softly in her ear, as he felt the bite of nails into his flesh. “So damn good, baby!” Blackhawk felt her tightening around him, and he reached around to stroke her, just enough that she shattered like glass. He held onto her, holding her to his chest, as he continued to move his hips, pushing past how tight she’d become as she climaxed.

  “Ethan,” Elizabeth shuddered, as she finally was able to breathe again.

  “I need more, Elizabeth,” he hissed, bending her back over. He placed his hand on her back- over his tattooed name and held her to the arm of the couch, as he moved in and out of her in long deep strokes. There just would never be enough of her. He just wanted more and more every time they came together, and he didn’t know how much more he could want her, without dying from the need of it all. “Again, baby.”

  Elizabeth could feel the tightness building back up in her body. The feel of her husband in control, sliding deep into her body and taking her into sensory overload was just too much. Elizabeth was just about there, and she could feel the control slipping. When her husband’s ragged breath came, there was no doubt how close he was to the edge.

  “Oh God, baby!” Ethan Blackhawk felt her quake at his words and again clench down on him, as he moaned her name, and he was lost. He erupted as he took one last slide into her body, hard and fully. He couldn’t focus, and everything around him went silent much like the center of the storm. There was a possibility he may have shouted her name, but he couldn’t remember. All he could feel was the sensation of the bliss, wrapping itself around him and threatening to squeeze him.

  Elizabeth felt herself being pulled backwards as her husband collapsed on the couch. Both their bodies still connected, as they fought to regain their breath. She was pretty sure she forgot how to speak. When she finally found her voice, she had to know. “Are we dead?”

  Blackhawk started shaking with laughter.

  “I think we finally did it. We killed ourselves. Now I just need to figure out if it was a double homicide, a joint suicide, or a little of both.”

  Blackhawk grinned smugly. “I think we’re still alive, but barely.”

  Elizabeth reached behind her to stroke his cheek, and when he kissed her palm, she melted. “I love you.”

  “Mmmmm. I love you too, baby.” Ethan Blackhawk kissed her shoulder. “Want to go up to bed?”

  Now it was her turn to laugh. “Is that to sleep, or repeatedly be jumped by my husband?”

  Ethan helped her sit up, and when she wiggled on his lap, still buried in her body, she answered her own question. Just watching his flushed wife, with tousled hair, grin wickedly at him, started him back up again.

  “Never mind Mr. Blackhawk. I think I already know the answer to that,” she giggled, and then she ran for their bedroom.

  Like always, Ethan Blackhawk gave chase.

  ~ Chapter Seventeen ~

  Tuesday Morning

  Ethan was having a truly excellent morning. Not only was his night filled with him and his wife rolling around in bed, but his morning started the same way and culminated in the shower. He even made it downstairs before his wife to make her breakfast and coffee.

  He almost forgot that they had a killer causing havoc, until he saw the missed call from Gabe, and the voice mail informing him that their meeting was bumped an hour earlier. That gave him twenty five minutes to have breakfast with his wife, kiss her goodbye and call in to the morning meeting on his way into the office. Budget meetings were boring and unfortunately for him, Elizabeth did the last one, so he was up to bat.

  When his wife joined him in their kitchen, he swore he couldn’t breathe. She just had that effect on him. “Hello gorgeous,” he said, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and kissing her. She was wearing her usual jeans and fitted shirt, but this morning her wild hair was piled on her head in a chaotic mass of ebony curls.

  “My, my, you are chipper this morning, Mr. Blackhawk.”

  “It must have been all the vigorous exercise I seemed to have gotten last night,” he answered, kissing her again and this time it was just a sweet kiss. Blackhawk rested his forehead against hers. “I wish I didn’t have this meeting.”

  “Yeah, so you could jump me again!” Elizabeth squeezed his ass and couldn’t help but laugh.

  “See, you asked for it just like you are now. Don’t act surprised that I’m always trying to get you naked, when you’re always touching me. I’m a man and it doesn’t take much.”

  Elizabeth ran her fingers down his cheek and lightly touched his lips. “I love you.” The love overwhelmed her, and she remained in his arms. The love she felt for this man was so overpowering she felt like she wanted to burst from it all.

  “I love you too, baby. Call me when you get out of your appointment?” he asked. “I wish I could be there with you. I hate that I’m missing our first doctor appointment together for the pregnancy, but I promise I’ll be there for every other one.”

  “Yes Mr. Bl
ackhawk. I promise I’ll call you as soon as I walk out of the doctor’s office. We’re going to have weeks of doctor’s appointments. Don’t worry, Ethan. Before you go, can you get the paper for me?” she asked, sweetly.

  “I absolutely can,” he answered, kissing her on the forehead before he left the kitchen.

  Elizabeth slipped out an anniversary card from the cabinet and dropped it into the stack of papers that he was taking into work. Today was their five month anniversary since being married, and Elizabeth wanted to surprise him. “Thank you, Cowboy.”

  “Remember, call me.”

  “I will love bug,” she grinned, and enjoyed the look on his face when he recognized the term of endearment.

  His heart skipped a beat. Elizabeth had called him that during an interview in Salem. “See you later, sweet cheeks,” he laughed, grabbing his phone and his paperwork.

  Elizabeth walked him to the door, waving to him as he drove away. She re-set the alarm and planned on finishing her breakfast, and then leaving for her doctor appointment in a little while. It was going to be a nice morning of leisure. Deep down, she wished he was going to the doctor with her too, but she didn’t want him to feel worse than he already did. Elizabeth laid a hand over her belly and talked to her little Blackhawk bump. “Daddy will be here next time, I promise,” she said, lovingly rubbing the place where she would one day be fully showing.

  Timothy Blackhawk woke up his heart pounding in his chest and an incredible feeling of panic filling his body. He had just had the worst dream in his life, and he had many nights of dreams in his eighty-eight years. He dressed in his robe and wandered out to his kitchen, hoping to have some tea to calm his rattled nerves. In his kitchen, there sat his grandson, drinking coffee. He didn’t look well rested either. In fact, he looked worse than he felt if that was possible.

  “Are you feeling okay, Granddad?” he asked, alarmed. Timothy didn’t look well at all. It was possible the previous night had been too much for him. He wasn’t a young man anymore to be out late and drinking wine.

  “No, my boy I’m not okay. I had a horrible dream and woke feeling the effects of it, that’s all.” He sat across from his grandson and tried to get the fear to leave his body.

  “Me too, it was about Lyzee,” he said, drinking more coffee, looking down at the paper in front of him.

  Timothy Blackhawk felt his chest tighten. If he were the only one dreaming that his granddaughter-in-law was in danger, he would brush it off, but two dreams? That was something he just couldn’t ignore. “I had one too about her, she was being chased through the forest, and someone was hunting her with arrows.”

  Callen Whitefox couldn’t remember his grandfather look this pale. “Yeah, mine too.” The panic started to well up in him too; he never told his grandfather about his dreams. Ethan and Elizabeth yes, but he never mentioned arrows to the older man.

  “You need to get dressed and get over there right now. Call Ethan and tell him something bad is going to happen. Please hurry, Callen. I fear for the life of his wife and child!”

  Whitefox grabbed his phone, and dialed his brother. Immediately his call was dumped into voice mail; he must be on the phone with a call. He left a message, told him it was an emergency and call him back as soon as he got the message. He pulled on his jeans and ran out the door to his truck. All he could hope was his grandfather was horribly wrong, but deep down in his heart he wished he stayed there last night. Suddenly, he felt very afraid that his new sister-in-law was going to pay for the Blackhawk family sins.

  * * *

  Elizabeth clipped her gun to her hip and slipped her badge into her pocket. She checked her hair and smiled. She was still thinking about the night with her husband and the morning too. A secret joy filled her when she thought about how he was going to find her card and smile like a lunatic. She almost wished she could be a fly on the wall of his office, when he discovered it hidden in his work papers. Grabbing her keys and purse, she stepped out into the sunshine, enjoying the warmth on her skin. Maybe she should start having her breakfast outside in the sun, just to get a little bit of vitamin D from its rays. It was looking to be a really nice day outside.

  As she turned and opened the door to the Denali, she felt the slight sting in her neck, and the entire world started going dark. The last thing she could hear was the twisted laughter whispering in her ear.

  Ethan Blackhawk was her last conscious thought, as she pictured the women in the pit. Her poor husband was about to start living his worst nightmare. All she could do was whisper to whatever power that was listening.

  Please don’t let him be the one that finds my body.

  * * *

  Callen Whitefox drove like a maniac, literally risking his life and everyone else’s on the road to get to his sister-in-law. In his dream, Elizabeth was dressed as a Native woman in deerskin, and she was running through the woods being chased by some unseen force. The look of fear and terror on her face had made his heart pump in his chest while he slept. Watching her stumble and fall, forcing herself to get back up and run more. Her body was being slashed by the bushes and pickers, drawing little droplets of blood that ran down her arms and legs. The dreams lately all seemed so real, but he’d chosen to just ignore them. Until his grandfather had one too.

  Something about this one was different, and it just felt more important. Everything in life was about the careful balance. His grandfather had told him that many times growing up, and today he couldn’t get his balance at all. Everything in him hoped that she was still having coffee and at their kitchen table, and he was just going to look like a lunatic pulling up to her house.

  In the driveway he noticed her Jeep and the Denali, and he had this sigh of relief fill his body, as he jumped out and raced to the door. Before he could even walk onto the porch, he saw it and it stole his breath. There sat Elizabeth’s badge, gun, and a card, just like they had found before. He looked around, and heard nothing. There were only chirping of birds and the sound of cars down the street. With a tissue from his pocket, he carefully moved her gun and picked up the card. On the one side was a picture of a dove, and he couldn’t read any further. It was the killer, and now he had their Elizabeth.

  Whitefox pulled out his phone, calling the office. When Ginny answered he blurted into the phone. “Ginny, it’s Callen Whitefox. Is my brother in the office?”

  “He just walked in and is in his office on a conference call.”

  “You need to go in and tell him we have an emergency and to call me back right now, please.”

  The woman didn’t answer. “Is it a real emergency? He doesn’t like to be bothered on calls.”

  “Ginny, it’s the worst kind, please get him now. It’s about his wife.”

  “Oh, God! Okay I’ll get him!”

  He hung up the phone and waited to give his brother the most horrible news that he could ever have to break to the man. As he rubbed the bridge of his nose, he felt the dread fill him, and the overwhelming need to pray to whomever was listening. In his heart he felt such terror, and he began begging for Elizabeth to have a fighting chance.

  Blackhawk listened to the drone of innate talk on his conference call. He had seen that his brother had called and left a voice mail, but he needed to stay focused on the budget meeting. It was a big concern, and they were going to be way over budget this month with all the overtime they were steadily accumulating.

  When he heard the tap on the door, he looked over and motioned in his secretary. It had to be important. Ginny knew that this call was priority one for the day. She placed a note on his desk, wordlessly.

  Your brother called, said it’s an emergency.

  Call him as soon as possible, it’s about Elizabeth.

  Blackhawk felt his chest tighten he nodded and spoke up. “Gentlemen, I have an emergency I’ll talk to you later,” he said, disconnecting the call. As he began dialing his office phone, he logged into his voicemail on his cell to check the message.

  “Ethan, get home no
w and bring a team!”

  “Callen, what the hell?” He felt sick, and he knew something was wrong. “Are you screwing with me? I just hung up on half the directors in Quantico.”

  “Granddad had a dream, and so did I. When I rushed over here, Elizabeth was gone.”

  “Yeah she left for her appointment by now.” Blackhawk tried to convince himself, breathing slowly to keep from panicking. He had to believe she was in the Denali on the way to the doctor’s office.

  Whitefox blurted into the phone. “Her car is here and so is the Denali. When I got to your porch I found her gun, badge and a card from the killer. Ethan, I’m not screwing with you! I wouldn’t do this to you if it wasn’t the truth. Come quick!”

  Everything in him stopped. Breathing stopped, his heart stopped, and most of all his life stopped in that very minute. Elizabeth was gone, and he was going to end up finding her dead like the other women. He reached for his phone and dialed the tech lab.

  “Christina, get the crew to my house, Director Blackhawk has been abducted by the killer. This takes priority and everyone goes. You have to help me find my wife,” he whispered into the phone, as the anguish filled his voice, and he felt completely numb all through his body. His wife and child, all that he lived for were now gone.

  The gasp on the other end of the phone said it all. “Okay boss, we’re mobilizing and will be there within ten minutes.”

  Ethan walked out of this office completely shocked and unsure what to do next. Ginny touched his arm and he looked down at her.