by Aubrey Ross
“All right, Mercedes. Where are you now?”
Chapter Nine
Olav awoke from his solar trance feeling rested and refreshed. Kylie curled against his side, warm and naked. He smiled, savoring the softness of her body pressed so tightly to his. Where was the human? Surely he hadn’t abandoned them while they slept. He allowed his ears to adjust, picking out the muted tones of a television in the outer room.
Shame on him. Didn’t Dalton know the proper way to awaken a female? Olav rolled her onto her back and admired the sleek perfection of her long-limbed body. The only thing more thrilling than feeling her tight ass grip him was watching Dalton’s face as he lost control. Damn. This wasn’t good. It had been a very long time since he’d been motivated to seduce a partner. Healers were all empathic which made them popular lovers.
If it hadn’t been for Kylie, Dalton would never have turned his head. He was too brash, too uncouth, too brutish, rather like the Nac O’te warriors who made all the women pant. Well, he didn’t need Dalton to make Kylie writhe and moan. He knew what pleased her far better than her human.
He’d watched that damn human lick and suck her to orgasm after orgasm. Now it was his turn to taste her cream, to feel her ripple around his tongue and feel her grind herself against his mouth.
Moving carefully, so as not to wake her too soon, he eased between her legs and gently parted her with his thumbs. Her bush was neatly trimmed, accenting her velvet green folds as opposed to concealing them. He only licked her once before the door banged open and Dalton barged in.
“You’re obviously awake, but is she?”
“I was in the process of waking her.” He bent his head again and traced her slit only to have Dalton grab the back of his head.
“We don’t fuck unconscious women in this dimension. There are laws against things like this.”
“She won’t be unconscious for long if you turn loose of my hair. You on the other hand…”
“Wake her up first.”
“You are so fucking weird! Would you have minded waking up with your cock in her mouth?”
That gave him pause and his fingers released. “But she isn’t just asleep. This is different. When you guys are like this, you can’t wake up, right?”
“Not unless the sun has set or we’ve been asleep for eight hours. The sun is not quite down, but she’s been sleeping for almost nine. Any other questions or can I proceed?”
“Sorry.” Dalton stayed on the edge of the bed and Olav didn’t ask him to leave.
Olav raised one of her legs to his shoulder, offering Dalton a better view. He licked and nibbled, sucking on her folds as well as her clit until her slit grew moist and slippery.
Olav motioned Dalton forward. “You finger her pussy while I lick her clit.” He applied his tongue from above, giving Dalton plenty of room to move.
Kylie came awake with a soft gasp, disoriented for a moment. Dalton thrust his fingers steadily into her cunt while Olav flicked his tongue against her clit. The first tingles of release were already building within her. She didn’t even try to hold them back. One of her legs draped over Olav’s shoulders. She pushed up with the other and tilted her hips, rubbing her folds against Olav’s mouth. He nipped her, then sucked her clit hard and her orgasm exploded in glorious pulses and tingles.
She skimmed her hands the length of her body with a dreamy smile. “Can I wake up like this every evening?”
Olav kissed his way down her thigh as Dalton sat up beside her. “Your human was worried that I was taking advantage of your solar trance when he found me licking your pussy before you were fully awake.”
She glanced at Dalton. “You both have my permission to lick my pussy any time and anywhere the mood strikes you. Crawl under the table in a restaurant, hike up my skirt in an elevator, bend me over in the basement of Club Carousel, push me up against a tree in the park outside…” Her list turned into laughter as Dalton’s eyes grew wider and wider. “You have lived a very sheltered life.”
“I’m beginning to see that. If many of your people visit this dimension, Earth could become a very interesting place.”
“Do we have time for more adventures before Rafe and Jessie arrive?”
“Actually it’s Jessie and a man named Garret, and we’re meeting them at a restaurant down the street in about an hour and a half. But I need to run home or buy a change of clothes before then, so I think the next adventure will have to wait.”
Olav helped her off the bed, his gaze smoldering. “We can work on your new list during the meeting. Didn’t she say crawl under the table in a restaurant?”
Warm tingles raced down Kylie’s spine. “We’ll have to see the restaurant before I agree to anything. Who is Garret?”
“Let’s take care of the practical stuff, then I’ll fill you both in. How have you been getting around? Do you have a rental car or do you just flash in and out like Olav?”
She looked at Olav and shook her head. “Can you imagine not being able to teleport? Nearly everyone in this dimension relies on machines for transportation.”
“Can you teleport with me to my apartment? The naked thing isn’t going to work for this meeting.”
“Olav could take you to your apartment while I get dressed. It would be faster that way.”
“No,” her men said in unison, making her smile.
“Until this thing is over,” Dalton said, “we’re joined at the hip.”
“Or hips,” Olav clarified, his grin giving the phrase an entirely different meaning.
She showered and dressed in a velvet skirt and coordinated sweater. Olav showered next, inviting Dalton with a challenging raise of his eyebrows. Dalton sat on the commode and slipped his hand under Kylie’s skirt while she finished getting ready. His warm hand reached her bare bottom and squeezed.
“She’s not wearing anything under this skirt.”
She laughed. “Now you spoiled the surprise. I was going to tell you right before we walked into the restaurant. Give you something to think about while you ordered your food.”
A moan drew her gaze toward the shower. Olav stood there, legs braced apart, boldly stroking his cock with either shampoo or conditioner, his features tense with an impending orgasm.
Dalton looked at him, closed his eyes, then looked at him again. “Why do you find wanting him so hard?” she asked carefully.
“I’m a homicide detective, I’m Catholic, and I’m… a lot of things you wouldn’t understand.”
“Tell me what you see when you look at him.”
He took a long time to answer. His gaze moved over Olav as he thought. “I see a different version of you. How could I not want him?” Then Dalton rushed from the bathroom.
* * *
They sat around a table in the back corner of a small restaurant an hour later. Garret Olsen did most of the talking. Kylie studied his ordinary features, his nondescript suit, and his medium build, waiting for the telltale blur confirming her suspicions that he was a shifter.
“With or without Faelon’s cooperation my team can locate Mercedes Smythe,” Garret assured them. “They do all the background work for the Agency of Extraordinary Mates. We have resources you simply don’t have.”
Kylie inclined her head, acknowledging his claim without agreeing with him. “Do you know how long it will take your people to find her?”
“I’d expect to have something to report within a few days.” He smiled at Jessie and his features fluctuated. It was subtle and instantaneously corrected, but Kylie leaned closer to the table. Garret continued, “Jessie explained that this is an immigration matter, of sorts. Is this woman dangerous?”
“No. And we would prefer to make first contact. Once you’ve located her, we’ll do the rest.”
“I understand. Do you have any questions for me?”
“I don’t believe so.” She looked at Dalton. He had been suspiciously quiet through the entire conversation. “Well, then, I’ll let you enjoy your meal.” He placed his folded na
pkin on the table and walked across the restaurant.
“I don’t trust that man,” Dalton said as soon as the door closed behind Garret.
Kylie smiled. Thank the stars; she hadn’t been the only one Garret set on edge. She looked at Jessie. “Is Garret Olsen human?”
“His mother is human. I think his father is Seleighe Sidhe.”
“I’m unfamiliar with that species.”
“An elf of the Light court.”
Kylie nodded. “Are they able to shape shift?”
“They can use glamour to create illusions, but I think that’s different than actually shifting. Isn’t it?”
“It is.” Kylie looked at the door through which Garret had departed. “That wasn’t Garret Olsen.”
“Are you sure?”
“He was a shifter. I’m sure about that.”
“I’ll let the Agency know they have a problem. Damn.” Jessie dug in her purse for her cell phone. “Is this related to the Mercedes mess or just an unhappy coincidence?”
“It’s hard to believe they’re completely unrelated.” After Jessie left a message for a Ms. Riley on Chimera Island, Kylie asked, “Did you contact Garret or did he contact you?”
“I contacted him after Rafe got nowhere with Faelon. It was unbelievable. Rafe pretended I was frantic with worry about Dalton, then he swore he’d never do anything to harm someone Faelon loved. It was the performance of a lifetime and none of it had any effect. Rafe even threatened to turn Faelon in to the council for what he did to you. Faelon remained silent and expressionless through it all.”
“He obviously knew it was ‘the performance of a lifetime.’ Didn’t Faelon sire Rafe?”
“Yes.”
“Then why did Rafe think he could fool his sire?” Kylie asked.
“Lead singer syndrome?”
Dalton laughed, but Kylie shook her head. “I don’t know what that means.”
“Rock stars tend to be a bit arrogant.”
“A bit?” Dalton challenged.
“So, I thought bringing in someone further removed from the crisis might be helpful.”
“It was a good idea,” Kylie said. “But your message was either intercepted or this Garret thing has nothing to do with Mercedes. Either way it can’t be good.”
“What does Garret’s imposter gain by locating her for us?” Olav asked.
“Who says he wants to find her for us?” Dalton pushed back from the table. “I think we’re not the only ones looking for Mercedes.”
“In which case he could still lead us to her,” Olav pointed out.
“We can’t forget we’re dealing with an imposter,” Dalton stressed. “And we have to be there when he finds her.”
Kylie rested her forearms against the table and leaned toward Jessie. “They just gave me an idea.”
Chapter Ten
Faelon turned from the crackling fire and his troubled thoughts as the library door opened. Only his beloved would enter without knocking. She paused for a moment, her back pressed against the closed door, a soft smile curving her lips. His heart never failed to tighten at the sight of her, his cock never failed to stir.
“Did you miss me?” The crisis had kept him away from her for the better part of the last two days and worse than the separation was the deception. Few secrets had separated them in the centuries they had been together. He wished he could say there had been none.
“I always miss you.” She crossed the room, her hips gently swaying. “What is troubling you, my love? Talk to me.”
If only it were that simple. Confessing his sins at this late date wouldn’t untangle the cords. It wouldn’t --
The library door burst open and Antonelli screamed. With a blur of motion and preternatural speed, a being snatched her back and swung her into the arms of Dalton Auster. Dalton pressed a gun against her temple while the being grabbed him from behind. Fury pulsed through Faelon. He jerked his arms and nothing happened. Impossible!
“Meet my friend, Olav,” Dalton said with a cocky smile. “As you can probably tell, he’s not from this dimension.” Dalton holstered his gun and Antonelli transformed into the alien from Club Carousel.
A decoy. “Where is my mate?” He went wild in Olav’s arms, twisting and writhing. Kylie sent a pulse of green energy sailing at him. It passed over his body and leeched his strength.
“Being caught by surprise is a bitch. Isn’t it, Faelon? Antonelli is upstairs with Jessie and Rafe. She’s just sleeping for a while. A far gentler compulsion than you used. Now, shall we continue the conversation we started at Club Carousel? Why are you so determined to keep me away from Mercedes?”
Faelon jerked again and the creature let him go. He shot a furious glance over his shoulder and found a male version of Kylie. “How many of your people have come through the Veil?”
“As of right now, just we two,” Kylie answered. “Unless you count Mercedes, of course.”
He rubbed his eyes with his fingertips, suddenly feeling every millennium he had lived. “Mercedes is missing.”
“Oh, how fucking convenient,” Dalton snapped, his hand covering his gun.
“She wanted to attend the party. I didn’t think it was a good idea. As usual, Antonelli intervened and devised a compromise.”
“Mercedes was at Club Carousel that night?”
“I didn’t realize it at the time, but yes.”
“What happened to her?”
“The details are not important.” Faelon’s gaze flashed in warning. “She started shielding herself from me that night. I have been unable to locate her for twenty-six hours.”
Kylie crossed her arms over her chest and stared into his eyes. “What have you done to find her?”
“Everything.” He narrowed his gaze on her face. “Trust me, little alien. If I cannot find her, you will not be able to find her.”
“There’s a difference, vampire.” She had the audacity to smile. “She’s not hiding from me.”
* * *
Back in Dalton’s apartment, Kylie milled over the rapid-fire events of the night. Rafe had promised he’d find out what he could from Antonelli, but Kylie wasn’t hopeful that anything involving Faelon would produce results.
“I spent several hours on the internet last night, seeing if I could dig up anything new,” Dalton said. “It’s like she didn’t exist before she showed up on Outpost Terra Ferma. And after she left the show, she just disappeared again.”
“Why would Faelon have allowed his niece to be on a television show?”
“His control over her is obviously not as absolute as he thinks,” Dalton said. “She gave him the slip at the party, didn’t she?”
“Do you believe Faelon?” Olav asked. He was lounging in an overstuffed armchair, looking devastating in the jeans and tee shirt Rafe had lent him.
“He seemed genuinely upset even before you guys burst into the library.”
“This just gets more and more interesting.” Dalton sat beside her on the sofa. “I’m burning up vacation days like crazy. She better be worth the trouble.”
“By ‘she’ you mean the mysterious Mercedes, not our delectable Kylie, I presume.” Olav sounded so affronted it made Kylie smile.
“There is no question in my mind that Kylie is worth any trouble she brings into my life.” Dalton stood and pulled his shirt off over his head. “I think it’s my turn to be alpha dog.”
“But what if I don’t want to play?”
He flashed a sexy smile that made her insides melt. “We’ll convince you.”
We, not I. Dalton was progressing wonderfully. Kylie shrugged with a nonchalance she didn’t feel. “So, convince me.” She glanced at Olav. He was already on his feet, out of his tee shirt and working on his jeans. Dalton shed his pants too, and they stood in front of her, side by side. Oh, the possibilities. Tall, muscular Dalton and lean, agile Olav… perhaps in time. Dalton had admitted he wanted Olav. That was the first step.
“Raise your arms,” Dalton instructed. She did a
nd he pulled her sweater off over her head. Instead of removing her skirt, he simply raised it to her waist exposing her pussy and her bare thighs. “We forgot to crawl under the table. That could have been fun.”
“There’s always tomorrow,” Olav pointed out. “Where do you want me?”
Kylie smiled at the cleverly worded tease.
“Kneel down in front of her. No fingers, just tongue.”
“Yes, sir.” Olav dropped to his knees and pressed his mouth over her mound, thrusting into her core as far as he could reach.
“You know what I meant. Hold her open and tease her clit. I want her pussy throbbing so badly she’ll come as soon as I push inside.”
Olav behaved this time. His fingers parted her folds and Kylie rested her head against the back of the sofa. Dalton watched Olav lick her as he stroked his own cock. “Why don’t you put that in my mouth,” she whispered.
After a moment’s hesitation, he put his foot on the seat of the sofa on the far side of her hips, then leaned in, offering her his cock. He was still doing everything in his power to make sure he didn’t touch Olav. Amused by the realization, she sucked firmly on the head of his cock. Silly, stubborn Dalton. Was he ready for another lesson?
She swirled her tongue around the broad, plush head of his cock. Olav was long and tapered, while Dalton’s shaft was delightfully thick. They were perfectly matched for her ultimate fantasy.
Tangling his fingers in her hair, Dalton rocked into her mouth. His head was thrown back as he pumped with long, deep thrusts. She rubbed his thighs and squeezed his ass cheeks, then slowly pulled them apart.
Olav’s mouth hesitated against her. She knew where he was looking, exactly where she had intended for him to look. Do it. It needs to be you.
Gathering her cream on his fingertips, Olav circled Dalton’s anus. The first brush made Dalton start. His gaze flew to hers with a silent question. She released his cock. “We don’t have to, if you’d rather not.”
“Whose fingers are poking at my asshole?” His gaze narrowed and his chest heaved.
“Do you really care?”
