Tarot Card Anthology: Synchronicity Volume 3

by Tina Bendoni, Michelle Hasker

  "Come on, slowpoke!” he called out from the bathroom.

  Cynthya grabbed a duffle bag by the door and brought it into the bathroom.

  "What's that and where did it come from?” he asked. His eyes narrowed as he pinned her with his gaze. A shiver ran up her spine.

  "I came prepared. The sheets on the bed are mine, the toys are all mine, and I brought some goodies."

  "You were awfully sure of me, weren't you?” he asked, his stance weary as she set the bag on the counter.

  "If you don't trust me, then go. I can find someone else to come up here and satisfy me. I'm not the same old Cynthya. You can't push me around like you used to.” She opened the bag and dug inside for soap and shampoo. As she grabbed the necessities, she moved past him and turned on the shower. “It's fine, Clark. You satisfied my curiosity and gave me two orgasms."

  "Three."

  She ignored him and continued, “What more could a girl ask for?"

  Clark growled and grabbed her. He spun her around and backed her against the wall as he leaned into her.

  "I don't know what to make of the new you. I loved the old Cynthya, but I can't get enough of the new Cynthya. You've gotten into my blood and I have this insatiable appetite for you. Actually, I've always had this hunger for you. But you denied me before. I don't know what to do first or second or third..."

  Cynthya grinned and slid her body up and down his, since the way he had her pinned didn't enable any other movement. “Gee, Clark. You've got more stamina then any other guy I've ever been with."

  He growled and turned her, shoving her into the shower and following her inside. “While you're with me there will not be any other guys. And I won't hear you talk about them either."

  "Then maybe you'd better get busy washing me so I don't remember them,” Cynthya whispered before she bit his shoulder, then sucked on the spot.

  Clark growled and led her under the spray. He grabbed the soap and loofah and proceeded to clean every single inch of her. There wasn't one spot he missed, and by the time he finished she was weak in the knees and breathless.

  "Name one of your other lovers,” he demanded.

  "What?” Cynthya blinked as she stared up into his eyes. She licked her lips. “Name?"

  "That's what I thought."

  He grinned as he shut off the water and wrapped her in a towel he'd found in her bag. After he dried her, then himself, he scooped her up and carried her back into the bedroom. He set her down on the bed and spread her legs wide open. Then he stood back and stared down at her. After a minute she began to feel suspicious and went to close her legs.

  "No!” he said harshly. “Spread your legs wide and keep them that way. I'm not done looking at you."

  "Oh,” she whispered, stomach tightening in desire.

  "Use your hands and spread yourself open for me."

  Obediently, Cynthya reached down and did as instructed. Clark licked his lips as he stared at her for another full minute at least. She whimpered, and fought the urge to stroke herself as her desire increased to an almost unbearable level under his lustful gaze. Why didn't he touch her or say something?

  "Touch yourself,” he said in a harsh whisper.

  Cynthya looked at his eyes as she slid one finger in her sheath, and pressed against her clit with her thumb.

  "More,” he said as his eyes darkened.

  Heat flooded her as she realized he was enjoying the show as much as she enjoyed touching herself. Encouraged by his response, she withdrew her finger and rubbed her cream on her clit. As she rubbed the tight, sensitive nub, she slipped two fingers in her core. She slid them in and out, slow at first, then harder and faster as her muscles tightened and tingles began to spread from her feet up to her belly.

  Keeping her eyes on him, she rode her fingers until she crested over the edge and shattered into a million pieces. Tremors raced through her body, and she panted, trying to catch her breath.

  Without warning, Clark descended on her. He tugged her fingers free and thrust them in his mouth, sucking on them, cleaning off every last drop of her cum. Moaning, she turned her head from side to side as tension began to build in her stomach again.

  When he finished with her fingers, he pressed his open mouth over her core and kissed her in a way she'd never dreamed of. Licking, sucking, and thrusting his tongue inside her, he worked her body like a finely tuned instrument. He had her moaning and fisting her hands in the sheets as she writhed under his ministrations. Cynthya couldn't believe he was capable of doing this to her, of bringing her to orgasm after orgasm after earth-shattering orgasm.

  She screamed when he sucked her clit into his mouth and rammed several fingers inside her. As he sucked on her clit and crooked his fingers, her body continued to spasm, her muscles clenching and unclenching around his fingers.

  Clark pulled out his fingers and spread moisture between her ass cheeks, coating her rosette with cream.

  "Oh God,” she chanted over and over as he pressed against the opening.

  "Yes, baby?” He chuckled against her mons before he began to lick her, lapping up all her juices and bringing her back to the edge quickly.

  "Damn,” she cursed, tears flowing down her cheeks as he pressed his finger in her ass. Even with all her preparation for this, and knowing that he enjoyed anal sex with his partners, Cynthya hadn't been able to get past her inhibitions enough to let anyone take her that way. But the way she felt as he pressed in there, the fire igniting beneath her skin and spreading through her belly and lower limbs, left her hungry for more. She drew in a deep breath and pressed down on him, but winced at the slight pain.

  "Relax, baby,” he whispered. “You haven't had anyone this way, have you?"

  "No,” she whimpered and shook her head.

  "Good.” The pleasure in his voice was her undoing.

  As he gently bit her clit, then sucked on it, she felt his digit slide in to the hilt. She drew in a breath and held it, pleasure shooting through her as he pulled it back out slowly, then pressed it back in.

  "Oh, God,” she moaned, legs quivering as he brushed against her just right, and a tremor ran through her.

  "Ohh, you liked that,” he said as he looked up and met her eyes. “Right here?"

  She wasn't sure if it was a question or not, but as he rubbed against it again she whimpered and pressed against him desperate for more.

  "Not tonight, but soon, baby. I'm pretty large, and I don't want to hurt you. We need to prepare you before I take you this way. Flip over.” He released her and moved back.

  Breathless, she flipped over onto her hand and knees, and thrust her ass in his face.

  "That's my girl,” he growled as he moved behind her. He dipped his fingers into her core and spread more of her juices on his fingers before he slipped his cock deep into her.

  "Clark.” His name came out on a sigh as he sank in to the hilt. He slipped his finger back into her ass and pumped her from both ends as she rocked against him.

  She barely recognized her own voice as she cried and begged for more, pleaded with him to fuck her harder and faster. And when he responded by obeying her, she bucked wildly under him, thrashing as something built deep inside her, something fierce that clawed at her insides, trying to get out. Cynthya screamed his name and clenched down on him as she came fiercely.

  Hazy with lust and desire, she milked his cock as he continued to thrust deep and fast inside her. Over and over he rammed her until her teeth rattled against each other. Lightheaded, and dizzy from either lack of air, or overexertion, Cynthya felt the bite on her shoulder and then nothing for a few seconds, until finally there was a searing pain as he pierced her flesh with his teeth.

  Wolf! Her mind screamed at her as he thrust over and over again. He was a wolf. She shivered and collapsed on the bed, forcing the panic deep down inside. If he smelled her fear it would encourage his inner beast to unleash. Shit! No wonder they want him. Ex-military and a wolf-shifter. His kind was rare. The fact the agency had sent
her after him worried her. They knew she feared wolves. She had an empathy with them that made no sense to her, and yet she was terrified of the beasts.

  "Cynthya?” Clark's voice came from far away. “Cynthya, calm down, honey. Take a deep breath."

  She tried to listen to him, tried to obey, but her fear was overpowering as she tried to buck him off her. Cynthya bolted off the bed and retreated to a corner where she crouched down and faced him. Not taking her eyes off him for a second, she reached back and wiped her hand across her shoulder. Her hand came away covered in blood. Her blood.

  "Please, Cynthya."

  "Oh, God,” she gasped and held up her hand, palm out, as he stepped toward her.

  "Cynthya, baby. I got a little carried away. It's not as bad as it looks."

  She whimpered, and backed up until she was pressed against the wall.

  Clark stopped and stared at her as her as he ran a hand through his hair. “I guess you know my secret,” he said softly.

  She nodded and tried to speak, but the only sound that came out was a squeak.

  "I can control it. But your fear is making it hard."

  Shaking, Cynthya inched her way toward another duffel bag, this one near the bed. Her team had left her protection in case she needed it. Now she just needed to get it without letting him catch her.

  She took a deep breath and dove for the bag as he launched himself at her. Intellectually, she knew he'd jumped on her instinctively, but her fear told her he wanted to kill her. Tears streamed down her face as she grabbed onto the bag.

  "Cynthya, stop,” Clark begged. “You have to stop. Your fear is bringing out the beast in me."

  "God.” She sobbed and pulled the bag toward her.

  Clark grabbed the bag and tossed it across the room as he flipped her onto her back and pinned her on the floor. Cynthya snarled at him, her hands going for his face as she tried to bite him.

  "Holy shit!” he gasped as he released her.

  As Cynthya dashed across the room, she passed in front of the mirror. Her reflection made her freeze in place. She stared at the grey wolf looking back at her. As she blinked, the wolf did too. Panic hit her full force and she howled as she raced for the door. A large, furry body landed on her and pinned her to the floor. She only realized it was Clark when he bit her shoulder and rammed inside her.

  Whimpering, she tried to shake him off, but he only bit down harder, pinning her beneath him. Her fear was fueling him, but she couldn't stop the sob that escaped as he came inside her. Sated, his beast calmed, he pulled out and shifted back to human as he held her. Cynthya shook as he held her and rubbed her, crooning softly to her as she returned to her normal self.

  "You didn't know, did you?” he asked gently.

  "No.” She shook her head. “How was I supposed to know you weren't human?"

  "I meant you didn't realize you weren't."

  Cynthya stared at him. What was he trying to say? That she was a wolf all along?

  "I know you feel bad for turning me into a wolf, but don't think I'm stupid enough to believe I've been one all along.” She laughed at him and tugged herself free.

  "Do you think you can turn into wolf from a love bite?"

  "Love bite? Hell, you wounded me!"

  "It looks worse than it is,” Clark said as he walked toward her with his hands gesturing he meant no harm. “Honey, if everyone who was bit by a wolf turned into one, there'd be a lot more of us. It takes more than one bite to make you a wolf. I don't know how you didn't know, or why you took so long to make your first change, but you are a wolf-shifter."

  "No.” She shook her head as she backed up.

  "Yes. Think about it, Cynthya. It explains why we were so strongly attracted to each other in college. I knew I needed a wolf mate, but I couldn't stay away from you. Subconsciously I must have known. I think it was your fear that triggered this change. Maybe it was my bite?"

  Cynthya shivered and reached for her clothes.

  "Baby, talk to me. You're scaring me. You're the one who searched me out. You can't give me hope and then run away."

  She couldn't. Couldn't talk, couldn't look at him. She needed to leave, to get as far away from him as possible. The guys would have to recruit him, she was done. She'd never agreed to let a shifter turn her.

  She yanked her clothes on and ran to the door before Clark could do more than pull his pants on. When she pulled the door open and raced through it, she ran straight into wall of solid muscle. Cynthya looked up into the eyes of her partner.

  "Scott,” she cried out as she threw herself into his arms.

  "What's going on?” Scott asked. His deep, calm voice reassured her, even as his arms came around her and held her close.

  Cynthya felt some of her fear leaving. Scott was a vampire, and as such, she knew he could hold his own against Clark. Maybe she could too, but she didn't want to try shifting again and find out.

  "That's a good question. Who the hell are you?” Clark demanded.

  It might have been cowardly, but she buried her face against Scott's chest and prayed Clark would just disappear.

  Scott stepped in the room and shut the door. When she looked up at him in confusion, he kissed her lightly on the forehead and pushed her behind him.

  "I'm Cynthya's partner."

  Clark's face would have been hysterical if she wasn't so terrified of him. “Well you aren't doing a good job satisfying her if she's out trolling for old boyfriends to fuck."

  Scott's face paled, and his hands clenched at his sides. “My partner in the business sense, not in the biblical. And you better watch what you say about her. Wolf or not, I'll take you out."

  "Wolf?” Cynthya looked up at the back of Scott's head. “How did you know he's wolf?"

  "I could tell by his blood and his scent."

  "You can tell if someone's a wolf by just smelling them?” She blinked in confusion. “But then that means you already knew he was a wolf. And you didn't warn me? You let them send me in here with the one thing that scares me more than anything else?"

  "I wasn't allowed to tell you,” he answered softly.

  "Damn you!” she shouted, crying as she beat her fists on his back.

  "What is going on here? I'm not in the loop and I better be, or in the next five seconds I'm going to end your existence, vampire.” Clark took a step forward.

  "Spill it all, Scott,” Cynthya said as she stepped to the side, but made sure he remained between her and Clark.

  "Cyntha was supposed to recruit you for our agency."

  "What agency?"

  "It's more than an agency, actually. You're ex-military, think about it. I'm sure you can figure out what we're talking about."

  "That's what this was all about?” Clark frowned at her. “This was a set up? You lured me up here to ask me to join your group?"

  Cynthya flushed as she looked away.

  "You really have changed!” Clark grabbed his shirt and yanked it on. “I can't believe I let myself hope there could be something between the two of us."

  She flushed even more as she refused to speak. Anything she could say would only make it sound worse. Instead she'd have to deal with the most urgent dilemma.

  "Scott, he made me into a wolf."

  "What?"

  "He bit me and drew blood, then I turned into a wolf."

  "Ahh.” Scott grinned.

  "I don't think you realize what I'm saying."

  "Honey, you've been a wolf all along. You know the agency only hires paranormals."

  Cynthya stuttered and stared back and forth between Scott and Clark. “I was not."

  "You were.” Scott nodded. “The gene is dormant in you. It probably was triggered when he drew blood. You admit how terrified you are of wolves, add in the fact he bit you, cluing you in to what he is, and it's no wonder you made the transformation."

  "I told you this was a stupid idea,” Clark complained as he sat down on the bed. “She probably would have handled this better if we'd done it my way.
"

  "What the hell are you two talking about? You know each other?” Panic raced through her at the familiarity between the two. And the way they were talking made it sound like ... “Did he know what I was doing all along?"

  "I should probably explain it to her,” Scott said as he watched her nervously.

  "And after she mops the floor with you, she'll start in on me!” Clark laughed.

  "Start talking!” Cynthya demanded.

  "We recruited Scott a few months ago. When he saw you at headquarters, he asked about you, and he let slip that you two had a past. I didn't know he wasn't aware of what you were. In fact, I'm not sure why he didn't know you were wolf, but he didn't. What he did know was that he's been miserable without you."

  "You're my mate,” Clark said. “I didn't realize it back then when I hurt you, but as the years passed I realized what I'd thrown away. But since I didn't know you were a wolf, I thought there could be no future for us."

  Cynthya leaned against the door and slid to the floor. “So all along, everyone has known I could turn into a wolf, except me?” When there was no answer she looked around the room trying to ignore the pain in her chest.

  "She's not taking this as well as you said she would,” Clark said as he looked at Scott.

  "Keep talking,” Cynthya glared at him. “I still don't understand."

  "You're a smart woman."

  "All I can think right now is that you all tricked me. I took lessons and spent my days and nights learning how to be a fucking submissive so you could make me turn into a wolf. I was supposed to be recruiting him, but instead he's already one of us."

  "The powers that be were tired of waiting for your latent ability to surface. They wanted to force you. I thought this way would be easier than what they'd planned."