Brice sucked in a breath, her eyes filling with awe. “The same as me,” she whispered.
“No, Bee. I was born this way. Our family lines have become very diluted with not much demon blood left. Our forefathers have been traced back to dragons.”
“You can make fire from air?” she seemed excited now. Why the hell did he feel so damned pleased with himself for making her feel this way?
He shook his head, “No nothing like that.”
She gasped, “I know. You can fly, do you have wings?” She tried to peak around him to see his back. “I didn’t see anything back there, but they could be small.” Once again her breasts were plastered up against his chest. This time long enough for him to feel her hard nipples. He suppressed a groan and had to stop himself from picturing himself sucking them, nipping…oh God, he had to stop right now.
“I don’t have wings.” Garrett peeled her off him so that blood would start flowing back to his brain. He needed to think straight. “We possess powers of prediction and healing. We’re too diluted for fire and flying.”
“You’re a physic.” She giggled and he found himself smiling.
“No, okay. I have the odd vision. It isn’t something I can make happen or anything. It just does from time to time. I don’t have any healing powers. My sister was lucky enough to get that honor. Like I said, we’re highly diluted. I’m mostly a cop. Good at bringing down bad guys and all of that. I heal quickly and although I’m mortal, I will still age just much slower than a human. I’m stronger than your average human as well.” Why did he feel the need to say that? To somehow keep her approval. He had to admit though, he was a good cop, fast, straight aim. He could take out most men, and most demons for that matter. There was a reason they called him Midas – the man with the deadly touch.
“We’re not the same then.” She sounded so sad, he felt the urge to take her back in his arms.
“No honey I’m afraid not.” What was with the honey shit? He didn’t like endearments. The way they were used so lightly. Like his Dad used to call his Mom ‘Love’. Probably called all of his women that so as not to mix them up.
“Are you going to turn me in?” her golden eyes stared up at him. Her erotic scent surrounded him.
Maybe she was a new species of hybrid. More controlled. More lethal. First they lull you into a comfort zone, and then take your throat when you least expected it. He had to stay on his guard. “I haven’t decided yet.” Deep down he knew that it was his duty to arrest her. There was no other choice, but he couldn’t do it yet. He needed a bit of time to be sure of what she was.
****
As soon as the opportunity arose, she needed to escape.
Instead of letting her go, Garrett angled himself deeper into her. His hands fisted over hers. It was clear he didn’t even know that he was doing it. A multitude of emotions played across his face from anger to…regret back to anger. Truth then, he didn’t know what to do with her. His eyes focussed on her face for a few seconds before dropping to her lips. He leaned in, his breath a caress on her cheek. Kiss me, kiss me. Madness, he was still the enemy, but she’d never wanted anything more. Her blood heated, she burned for him. The need growing and not just to taste him but to have his hands all over her. To have him, all of him. She struggled to keep her breathing even. If he kept holding her like this. Looking at her like this, she was going to do something stupid like rub herself against him, kiss him and it wasn’t the thing controlling her. It liked Garrett and was calmed by him but this raging need, this desire for him was all hers. The realization scared her because it wasn’t just his body she craved, it was the man as well and not just because he kept the thing at bay, there was more to it. The closer she came to the answer the more panicked she felt. Have to get away. Right now.
“Let go of me.” He didn’t. Brice tried to pull her hands free, rocked the top half of her body to try and pick up enough momentum to wrench herself away. He pushed his hips more solidly against her, the only thing that changed was his dick, it went from semi back to fully erect in the space of a heartbeat. “Are you one of those sadistic S&M types that likes it rough?”
His mouth dropped open before his serious mask came back up. “More the type that reacts to a practically naked woman rubbing herself up against him.”
“Bet if I did a little search I’d find myself some whips, chains, leathers and, for the record, I wouldn’t be rubbing myself against you if you weren’t holding me like this. So let go.”
“Make me.” He was too powerful. The thing was purring again so there was no help there. The only thing she could think of doing was kissing him. At least this way he would either let her go or kiss her back. She’d surely completely lost her mind because she found herself praying for the latter.
His mouth was made of sin. Lush, pink, moist. Made for devouring. She had to reach up to get to him. To latch herself onto his lips. Garrett made a startled sound at first contact and his body tensed. Just when she was sure he would pull away, he opened his mouth. Their tongues clashed. She moaned, pushed her breasts more firmly into his chest. Needing to be closer. The decadence of his taste was almost her undoing. Like the finest handmade chocolate, hard on the outside, soft, thick and creamy on the inside. His tongue moulded itself to hers. Freeing one hand, he cupped her chin angling her head and deepened the kiss. It was his turn to moan, the sound took her from moist to drenched, that needy ache becoming almost unbearable. He freed her hand and kneaded her breast through the thin t-shirt. When he pinched her nipple she pulled her head back to cry out, breaking the kiss. Pleasure mingled with just a hint of pain.
“Bee.” A question? A plea? Kissing him had been a big mistake. Tasting him, knowing him intimately like this had made things clearer to her, had answered the questions she had concerning him. She thought she might even understand why she felt so controlled around him. They were meant to be together. Every cell, every nerve ending had aligned itself to him. She belonged to him just as he belonged to her. It had happened almost as soon as they had met. She just hadn’t recognized it at the time.
“Garrett.” Definitely a plea. Did he feel it too? Did he know they were meant to be together? He kissed her again. His mouth hot, his tongue thrusting. Clasping her hips he lifted her onto the counter, she gasped as the cold stone connected with her naked butt. The V of her thighs was the perfect cradle for his erection which knocked against her core as he moved between them.
Chapter Five
Her moans and sighs made him feel like a man possessed. She tasted like the wildest thunder storm over the deepest ocean. Pure untethered energy. Damned if he didn’t need to touch her more. Just a little more. They were safe as long as they didn’t have sex. He hoped. Letting go of her right now just wasn’t an option. Had to get under that shirt. Had to have his hands on her skin.
Sweet Jesus up above. So soft, so hard. Nipples carved from stone on a fullness that only just fit his hand. Garrett knew they would fit perfectly everywhere. He groaned at the thought of her hot sheath, of how snug and tight their joining would be. Perfect. He remembered from his vision. It also reminded him of the dangerous road he was manoeuvring. It wasn’t enough to stop him. Not yet.
“I need to touch you.”
“Yes,” she sighed.
Garrett slid his hand down her navel. “Down here.”
Her stomach quivered under his touch. She licked her swollen lips, now the color of overripe raspberries. “Oh yes.”
“Open your legs a little more for me, honey.” Brice slid her foot around his hip as he dipped two fingers inside her. They both gasped. “So wet.” He pushed back inside, wishing so badly he could replace his hand with his cock. So thick and so hard it actually hurt.
A few more plunges had her dripping. Using his thumb, he circled her clit a couple of times before slipping and sliding over it. Ever so softly. His fingers kept pumping. She was arching her back. Panting and moaning, giving in to the sensations. Holding nothing back. The most fuc
king sexy thing he had ever seen in his life.
Prickling. Pulling. No. No. No. Another premonition. Talk about bad timing. He had to slow this down. There was no holding a vision back once it started, but he needed to finish this and wanted to watch her when she came. Scratch that, he needed to watch her. Garrett removed one finger from inside her, he also released her clit. Just one finger, ever so slowly. In…pause…out…pause. Bee moaned in frustration, but it was a sound also laced with pleasure. Slanting his lips across her mouth, he played with her tongue in the same slow, easy fashion as his finger. Opening his mind he let the images bombard him.
His bed, Bee was straddling him. She rode him. Pleasure poured over him like warm, mulled wine. With each thrust of his finger it felt as if he were inside her. Her walls squeezing him. Slip…slide…slip…slide. Bee rocked on top of him, taking him deeper, harder. Bee in the here and now whimpered. She was fisting his shirt. Calling his name. Had to…slow down. He forced his hand to pump slower. Slip…pause…slide.
“So good. You feel so good.” Both in his hand and on his cock and all at the same time. Harder and faster the Bee in his vision rocked. He was almost happy when her face turned weird and her fangs erupted. Anymore and he would have come. The thought evaporated as he watched himself pull a knife slashing at Brice just before she got to his throat. Blood spurted from her chest. Her blood. The vision pulled back folding in on itself until only darkness remained.
“Noooooo!” For just a second he thought he had screamed out loud but when Brice came back into focus, she was arching and riding his hand. His thumb was back on her clit. Her eyes locked with his, they were glowing, her teeth were…sharpening. This was the real deal. Shocked, he stepped back, his body already mourned the loss of contact. Bee fell landing on her hands and knees on the floor. She was panting. Naked. When had her shirt come off? Garrett wanted to shout a prayer when she looked up at him and her eyes were normalizing. So, she could lose control. According to his vision they were going to have sex and he was going to kill her. As much as he wanted her, this could not happen again.
****
The look on Garrett’s face told her that he was afraid of her. Sure, he was attracted to her but he didn’t like it. It was safe to say that he would probably turn her in after this.
The thing had taken over. She’d lost control so it was understandable. Actually that wasn’t fair. The thing had purred and vibrated inside of her. It was the most delicious sensation she’d ever experienced. Like that feeling you get when you’re on the verge of an orgasm but throughout her entire body and throughout the entire time he had touched her. The closer she had come to release the greater the sensation and the more she’d felt the need to mark him. To show him through an action that he was hers. That they were meant for each other. She’d felt the warmth, the tingles and the way her gums had felt as her teeth began to erupt. They would never hurt him. Never.
They.
How strange. If someone had told her yesterday that she would work together with the thing and even go so far as to refer to it as a part of herself, she would have laughed. No, she would have smiled because to laugh would mean to relinquish too much control. It was stupid to even ask him but what the hell. “Why did you stop?”
“You were growing fangs and I happen to like my neck the way it is.”
“I wouldn’t have hurt you…much,” the last slipped out. Why couldn’t she lie? Not even a slight bending of the truth. “Just a little nip.”
He quirked an eyebrow. “Gee, thanks a mil. Even a nicked…nipped jugular spurts a shit load of blood.”
“I would know.” Low blow but again it was the truth, she did know, unfortunately from experience. Bee also happened to know how said jugular proceeded to bleed once ripped to shreds. “A nip would not have been so bad.”
Garrett’s face softened and he sighed. “I had a vision…of us.”
“Oh. When?”
“Before I met you.” He scrunched his eyes shut, his mouth a thin white line, he was acting like he hadn’t meant to tell her that.
“That’s why you really rescued me then?”
“Yes…no.” His mouth twitched. Was he trying to stop himself from smiling? “Yes. What the fuck is wrong with me?” He made a sound of exasperation and snapped his mouth shut. The same truth serum was obviously pumping through his veins.
“What was it about?”
He shook his head, mouth still sealed.
Bee continued, “The deal was, I come clean and tell you everything about me and you would do the same. You didn’t keep your end of the bargain.”
He clenched his jaw.
“It must have been important if you took me home with you.”
His whole frame was tense, even the tendons stood up on his neck and his biceps bunched. If it weren’t for the majority blue in his steel tinged eyes, she would have thought he was angry. He’d looked angry often in the short time that she had known him, even when he was concerned, irritated or afraid. Any emotion out of the ordinary and out popped angry man. Hard as steel, intense as hell…totally adorable.
“Garrett?”
“Fine,” a growl. “We were having sex.” His voice husky, so rough around the edges it had her nipples hardening all over again. Garrett noticed because his eyes dropped and became more hooded as they did. She was still naked. His hand reached out fisting the shirt she’d been wearing, he threw it at her. “Put it on.” If she didn’t know better she would have mistook his tone for regret.
“You took me home with you because you had a vision of us having sex”—she paused to pull the shirt over her head and stood up—“if that’s really true then why did you push me away?”
“I didn’t bring you home with me to have sex with you.” More of that anger. “I took you home because you needed help, because you asked me to and because yes damn it because I recognized you. But not because I wanted to have sex with you.” Between clenched teeth, he continued, “There will be no sex.”
“Why?” slipped out of her mouth before she could stop it. It had been on the tip of her tongue ready for her to take back when it slipped right out. She felt her cheeks heat. Why not just beg for it? Go ahead and tell him they were meant to be? That he was fighting the inevitable. Instead she bit her tongue to keep it still.
His jaw worked. His irises changed color right in front of her. “Your eyes are beautiful when they turn more silver than blue.” The heat became a raging inferno across her entire face and neck. Why did she say that? True though, it was either arousal or anger that had their color changing. Steely gleaming grey layered the deep, dark blue. Definitely arousal.
“My eyes don’t change color, and we’re not having sex.”
“They do and I didn’t ask you for sex, I asked why not. Big difference.”
His lips twitched. “Strange that no one has noticed before”—he shook his head and scrubbed a hand over his face and then through his hair—“try and trust me on this. It won’t end well for either of us. No sex. End of discussion. How are you feeling?”
“A little edgy, but well otherwise.” Just to prove her theory, his irises turned grey. Definite arousal as he remembered what had just happened between them.
Grinding of teeth. “Are you in full control?” each word was gritted out.
“I was always in full control.” Damn, she’d tried to say no but couldn’t. It was no longer a theory; she officially couldn’t lie to him. “I take it your premonitions are sometimes wrong?”
“Never,” he cursed a string of profanities so vulgar a sailor would have blushed. “What is it about you that makes me blurt it all out?” Nice to know he was also having the same problem only he didn’t know it yet. She wasn’t about to fill him in either.
“In that case, it would be better if I knew the details since it’s going to end up happening.”
“I’m a firm believer in making your own future. Knowing a prediction makes it more likely to happen. It’
s been proven in various independent case studies. It would be better if you didn’t know. It can never happen, no sex, no coming about of the premonition. It’s all you need to know.”
What he didn’t seem to know was that they were connected somehow. The best word she could come up with to describe it was bonded, because relationship just didn’t cut it. What they called their relationship was not important though. Their bodies craved one another on a cellular level. There was no way they could go a lifetime without having sex. It would be a miracle if they lasted another day.
Chapter Six
Garrett pushed the doorbell twice in quick succession, he couldn’t get Brice’s panic stricken face when he left her in the apartment out of his head. It didn’t matter how seeing her had made him feel though, he’d made the right decision. It also didn’t matter which way he looked at it, he couldn’t just hand her over to DCA but he also couldn’t keep her. That left one other option, he had to find a way to fix her.
Just as he put his hand out to push on the bell again, a tall blonde opened the door, her sea green eyes told him everything he needed to know. This was Nick Harvey’s daughter.
She gave him the once over. “You must be Garrett.”
“Yeah, I take it you’re Sarah.” They shook hands, her vice-like grip bringing her nickname to mind – Amazon. It fit. She’d recently graduated from the Academy and was already making a name for herself at DCA.
“I was just on my way out, you’ll find him out back.”
Out back was a sun room which had been converted into an office with stacks of papers and files covering every available surface. Nick had folded himself into an office chair and his reading glasses rested low on his nose. “Well look who the wolf dragged in.” It amused him how the vet always feigned surprise at seeing him even though he always called first, and today was no exception.
“I’d heard you retired,” Garrett said as he walked fully into the room.
“Left the Agency you mean?”
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