He moaned loudly when she shifted on his lap and pressed her warm heat against him. Her soft fingers skimmed his side as she pulled his shirt off him.
“It’s only fair,” she said with a lopsided grin.
Quintus loved the feel of her fingers on his chest. Loved the way she seemed to trace every last line on his body.
Allison moved against him as she explored the bare skin. He grunted at the pain and pleasure brought from having her on top of him. Just waiting for the moment when he could sink back inside of her again.
He hissed as she slid off his body and stood in front of him. With ease she kicked off her shoes and slid the yoga pants she’d been wearing down her legs.
He spotted the bright blue panties that she was wearing. The shocking color a stark contrast to her pale skin.
In the darkened room, his glowing eyes cast a blue hue around them.
With hungry eyes, he watched her as she moved between his legs. His hands reached up to skim the soft skin along her hips and then her ribs. He worked his way up her body slowly, and when he’d nearly reached the soft mound he longed for, she pulled away.
Quintus frowned. “What are you—”
His words died in his throat as she dropped to the floor still between his legs. Her nails scraped over the jeans that covered his hard erection.
Allison smiled up at him and pressed his finger to her lips. “Hush.”
Excitement pulsed through Allison as she reached a hand out and slid along the hard ridge still trapped in his pants.
Despite what they had done the day before, Allison still found herself amazed at the size of him. Well endowed didn’t even cover the half of it.
Slowly Allison pulled down the zipper on his pants and popped the button at the top. His length sprung out the top.
She helped him wiggle in his pants some before grasping him at the base. Her eyes stayed on him as she did so. The bright blue light oddly erotic.
Allison swiped her tongue across the top of him. The salty fluid there filled her mouth.
She leaned down and swirled her tongue around him. Not taking him in, but testing his width against her mouth.
Quintus groaned. His hands twitched against his well-toned abs as she did so.
She eased him into her mouth, drawing him deeper and deeper in as she glided her mouth over his length.
A low rumble filled the room. Allison could feel the growl vibrating through him. There was something wholly feral about the sound. He had done it last night just before sending her into the best orgasm she’d ever had.
Already she could feel her soft folds slicken with need. She let go of the base and tried to pull him further into her mouth. He was too long to fit all the way in and for her to be comfortable.
With her free fingers, she reached between her legs and pressed against her hard clit.
Allison moaned around his hard length. Quintus’s hips bucked up off the couch as she did so.
“Fuck,” he grunted.
Allison continued to circle her clit, her fingers now slick with her own juices.
She leaned back and pulled his head out of her mouth with a pop, replacing it was her slick hands.
“Baby,” he moaned.
Hearing his sweet name for her was almost more than Allison could take.
“I need you in me,” she said.
As if she weighed nothing, Quintus lifted her on the floor and spread her over his lap. His hard cock speared her wet center.
Allison pushed down on him with one swift movement, filling herself with every inch of him.
Quintus gripped her hips and stared at her as he pulled out and slammed back into her again. Over and over, he pushed himself fully into her, filling her with each hard thrust.
Allison was so close now. She could feel her center quiver and shake with each thrust he made, his own cock swallowing inside her as he did so.
“Going to come,” she said as her orgasm washed over her.
She leaned forward and grabbed a hold of him as his hips hammered harder into her, drawing out the waves of pleasure that he brought.
She knew instantly when she touched his tattoo. A bright warmth spread through her, and the orgasm she just had seemed like child’s play in comparison to the one she was having now.
Allison shook from the strength of it. She moaned loudly into his ear as Quintus slammed into her one last time. His cock jerked hard inside of her as he came.
Exhausted, she collapsed on top of him. Her body felt boneless as she shook from the waves that still passed through her.
“Wow,” Allison said, breathing hard.
She smiled against his neck as he chuckled under her.
“Well, that about sums it up.”
Allison kissed his neck. The soft kisses traced the line of his neck and jaw until she reached his lips again. When she pulled away, she stared at his eyes, which were still glowing brightly.
“You are amazing,” she said.
Not quite the word she wanted to say, but somehow saying that she loved him seemed odd after what they’d shared.
Quintus smiled at her. She liked the way his eyes crinkled around the side when he did.
“But we’ll have to see if I can be amazing again in the bed.” He winked.
Allison’s eyes widened with surprise. “Already?”
Quintus shifted her over him, his length once again hard inside of her.
Allison moaned as he did so and stared into his eyes. “Well then, let’s go to bed.”
Chapter Sixteen
Quintus insisted on coming to work with her the next day. They needed to be sure the Glycons were responsible, and it wasn’t just some random guy strung out on drugs. Plus, he needed to see the situation for himself to make sure that she was going to be safe there. No matter what, he would protect his woman.
Quintus, Nero, and Atticus moved slowly around the office as Allison sat at her desk nearby.
From time to time, he found himself looking over at her and trying not to get pulled in by the need to be near her.
Trying to sort through all the various smells of the room was proving more difficult than any of them would have thought. Being a public office meant there were many people who moved through the room. Each one diluted the other smell.
It was clear there were hints of Glycon in the air, but not overwhelmingly strong like they would’ve expected. It was strange. Like they had covered their tracks after making the mess.
“It just fucking doesn’t make sense,” Atticus grumbled, and Quintus had to agree.
It didn’t make sense.
There was no one with the nose quite as good as Atticus and if he couldn’t make sense of it all, likely something else was going on.
“Maybe they are masking it somehow,” Quintus said.
“But they haven’t bothered other times? Why now?”
Quintus shrugged.
Atticus picked up a slashed throw pillow from the couch and held it against his face. He took in deep breaths.
A small knock came at the door.
“Um, I thought you all might want something to drink,” the secretary Quintus had met the other day said from the door.
Allison smiled at the other woman. “Thanks, Celine.”
Quintus watched as Celine’s eyes focused in on Atticus, pillow still firmly planted in his face. Quickly the hybrid tossed down the pillow and turned away from them.
Celine handed Atticus a glass of water and offered a small smile.
“I like the orange spray we use in them as well,” she said quietly to him.
Atticus grunted and gulped down the water she’d handed to him as quickly as he could. When he’d finished, he turned to the other two hybrids.
“I’ll be out in the truck when you’re ready,” he huffed.
A tell-tale scent hint Quintus’s nose. He took the water Celine handed him and found himself surprised that he hadn’t realized she was a Vestal as well. Her soft smell was light in the air but
still there all the same.
His senses had all been so focused on Allison, Celine might have been a Glycon, and he likely wouldn’t have noticed.
The small woman stepped back into the other room, and he moved closer to where Allison was standing. Their bodies skimmed one another in the slightest of ways that made his pulse beat rapidly in his neck. Just standing near her excited him.
“I still think that a Glycon’s behind this,” he said quietly to her. “They’ve been known to use this sort of cloaking skill before. But usually it was while working for the Horatius Group.”
Nero nodded. His forehead crinkled with worry.
“You think those horrible people are here?” Allison asked.
Nero shrugged and sighed. “If they are, I don’t quite see why they haven’t made a move yet towards us.” He shook his head. “This sort of behavior is far too erratic for them. The Group is calculating, but they would’ve struck before we had an opportunity to build forces against them. These Glycons are being too obvious and sloppy. Maybe that’s why they haven’t been fully able to cover their tracks, they just don’t know how to without the Group.”
Quintus nodded once. Nero was right. None of this really made sense for the Horatius Group. Either these Glycons had gone rogue or were capable of making independent decisions, something they’d not really seen before.
“We’re going to head back to the compound,” Quintus said to Allison. “After you finish your work, will you come back to my place?”
She nodded and stood on her toes to place a soft kiss against his lips. Nero cleared his throat in the background, and as much as Quintus wanted to deepen the kiss, now was not the place.
“Later,” Allison whispered with a wink.
Quintus grinned at her and nodded.
He followed Nero out the door and found himself still smiling when they climbed into the truck.
Atticus rolled his eyes and huffed as he turned away. “And another one down,” he mumbled.
Quintus didn’t care. For the first time in his life he was happy, and he just didn’t care.
The truck jerked as Nero slammed on the brakes suddenly. Quintus looked around for the problem, but spotted nothing.
When he looked over to Nero, he found the hybrid staring at the rearview mirror as if he’d just seen a ghost.
“What the fuck, man?” Atticus said. “Did you just spot Nyx parading naked behind us or something?”
Nero kept his eyes trained behind him. His face paled slightly. His expression grew grim.
Quintus’s jaw tightened. Nero was many things, but he wasn’t easily spooked.
“You look as if he’d just seen a ghost,” Quintus said.
“I think I might have,” Nero said, and looked at them both. “Agatha just drove past. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Quintus frowned. He’d heard the name before but didn’t have much to go on with it.
“Who the hell is that?” Atticus asked.
Nero hit the gas, and they surged forward.
“She was with the Group.”
“Was?” Quintus said
“Crazy,” Nero said, his face locked in a grim mask. “Half-hybrid and half something that I can’t even name. She was crazed for power, and when the Council let her take the fall, she decided to take matters into her own hands.” He shook his head. “Jenna burned her during your escape from the Group facility. But there’s no way she followed you.”
There was an edge in his voice that Quintus had never heard before.
“Why not?” Atticus said. “You did.”
“Yeah, and I kept to myself and am not an insane killer obsessed with revenge.”
They sped down the farm road that led to the compound and whipped into the dirt drive that led home.
Nero continued to mumble to himself, trying to puzzle out just how this mysterious woman had ended up in their town.
When he’d stopped the car, Quintus watched as Nero quickly made his way to the meeting house with them close behind.
Rem was looking over some papers at a table when Nero stormed in.
“I know who’s controlling the Glycons,” Nero said. “Agatha.”
Rem put the papers down and nodded, though his expression didn’t change at all. This revelation did not seem to come as a surprise to him. “I guess that’s at least somewhat good news.”
Quintus raised a brow at the statement.
“How the hell is that good news?” Nero barked.
“If she’s here, then she’s not with the Group,” Rem said. He shook his head. “Well, it looks like she got her army finally. Now we just have to find out what the hell she’s up to.”
Chapter Seventeen
“Don’t even say it,” Allison said as Celine stepped in the room.
She held up her hands in defense, as if she wasn’t going to grill Allison about her walk of shame yesterday and showing up with Quintus this morning.
“What?” Celine said. “I’m just wondering if I should start monogramming his-and-hers towel sets for you.” She snickered. “Or picking out a bridesmaid’s dress.”
Allison rolled her eyes. This wouldn’t be the last time she heard about this. In fact, she had a feeling just about everyone in town would have an opinion once word got out.
“He’s…” she began.
How exactly was Allison supposed to explain Quintus to Celine? It wasn’t exactly like she could say that she was his Vestal.
In fact, there wasn’t much she could say at all without risking the safety of all the hybrids and the citizens of Eagle Ridge, alike. There were so many things she’d have to keep secret from the people around her, mostly for their own good.
“Fate,” she said.
Allison said the first word that came to her mind and might have regretted it if it didn’t sound so right to her still.
Celine blinked several times. “You? Fate?”
She stared at Allison as if she’d grown a third head. It wasn’t all that surprising considering how much shit she’d given her about her mysterious feelings and hunches.
Allison nodded and busied herself with things on the desk. The office was still in shambles, but at least she’d found what she needed for her most current projects.
“Maybe you could elaborate on how fate happened to you,” Celine taunted her.
Allison opened her mouth to respond but stopped when the telephone on her desk rang loudly.
Saved by the bell.
“This is the mayor,” she said into the line.
“Ah, Mayor. I’m glad I caught you.”
Allison cringed at the voice on the other end of the line.
“Ms. Anderson,” she said, and glanced over to Celine. “I hope you’re feeling better since the last time we spoke.”
The woman gave a low, throaty laugh. “Much,” she said. “But you know how stressful this sort of situation can be.”
Allison rolled her eyes. She doubted it was stress getting to the woman and more that she was used to having her own way.
“How can I help you?”
A low sort of rattle came over the line, and she glanced at the phone before talking into it again.
“I think we may have a bad connection.” The strange woman gave another small laugh. “I have a small favor to ask,” she purred over the line. “I finished filling out the forms, but unfortunately I sprained my ankle. I was hoping you might be able to stop by and pick up the papers at the mill.”
Allison suppressed the sigh that she wanted to let out. It might be better if she picked up the papers and called it a day. They weren’t likely to get much work done with the office as it was, and there weren’t currently any pressing matters that needed to be attended to.
“Okay, I’ll be there in twenty,” Allison said.
She hung up the phone and sighed loudly.
“What does that crazy hag want now?” Celine said as she crossed her arms over her chest.
“She’s hurt her ankle and wants me to pick up paperw
ork.”
Celine frowned and crossed her arms. “She can drop off her own paperwork.”
Allison shook her head. The faster she got the paperwork filed, the quicker she could get the woman out of her hair.
“I’ll just pick it up and then head over to see Quintus,” she said as she grabbed her purse from the hook by the door. “Just close up and head home for the night.”
Allison gave a wave to Celine and headed out the door. The faster she got this over with, the faster she could see Quintus.
* * *
They leaned over the map on the table labeling all the spots where known attacks from the Glycons had occurred. Knowing they weren’t random was key to figuring out just where the hell they were hiding.
Now that they knew Agatha was behind them, they knew there had to be some sort of pattern. It wasn’t mindless attacks anymore. It was a cruel, but calculating woman out there with a grudge against hybrids.
“The only thing that doesn’t make sense is the car attack on Allison and the break-in to her office,” Nero said as he pointed to the two events on the map.
Quintus stared at the map and nodded. Nero was right. Both times were well outside the areas where the others had been clustered. Even when they added in all the missing animal locations, it still didn’t make sense.
“Could she be caught up in all this?” Vitus asked. “A tool of the Group?”
Quintus frowned. “No. I’d know if she were lying to me.”
Vitus raised a brow. “Maybe she doesn’t even know.”
Nero slapped his hand on the table. “The day at her office,” he said quickly. “I thought I sensed something, but it passed so quickly I couldn’t be sure. I thought I was just imagining things, but maybe it was Agatha.”
Quintus’s heart slammed in his chest. If Agatha had been to the office, then that meant she had access to Allison. A way to hurt her.
He didn’t even bother listening to the rest of what Nero had to say. He needed to get ahold of her right away. He yanked out his phone and dialed. After several rings, it went to voice mail.
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