by Milly Taiden
“I’m seventeen.”
Her disbelief must’ve shown because he continued. “I’m in an early college program.”
“So let me get this straight. You’re a smart kid. Really smart from the looks of it. You get into college much earlier than most people, and you decide to ruin your chances of succeeding by selling weed?” Trent growled.
Thompson rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well not everyone is a chick magnet or Mr. Popularity. I did what I had to. You don’t know what it’s like to have to worry about everyone wanting to pick on you if you don’t have something going for you. I wasn’t going to be the kid everyone picked on in high school and then in college too.”
Trent clenched his jaw and appeared ready to argue with the boy, but Erica stopped him with her question. “Did you know those girls?”
Thompson glanced down at his lap, folding and unfolding his thin fingers. “Yes.”
“How did you know them?” She prodded.
The boy’s skin had turned a deep shade of red from either embarrassment or anger. She’d guess embarrassment from the way his reedy frame shook. His T-shirt looked two sizes too big, and his glasses overwhelmed his small face. She almost felt bad for him. Almost.
Thompson gulped, lifted his head, and gaped at Erica, fear clear in his gaze. “I sold a guy they dated some stuff. Derek Holmes. He always came with a different girl.”
Always back to Holmes. “What about other guys, did you see any of them with anyone else?”
Richard shook his head. “Sometimes Derek and the girls came with his brother, but mostly it was just him and whoever he was dating.”
Erica’s frustration had to have shown on her face, because Trent moved beside her, grabbed her hand, and held it for a moment. She turned to him, but he was focused on Thompson.
Trent sighed. “Look kid, I know fitting in is hard.”
Thompson curled his lip, his eyes filled with disbelief.
“Yeah, I do know. When I was your age I looked just like you, probably worse since I had four older sisters who tried to make me look like their version of cool. But then I hit a growth spurt, and I filled out. The thing is you can’t lower your standards just to make friends. You lose part of yourself if you do.”
Erica stood, and they strolled to the door. She stopped just shy of the threshold and turned to the boy. “We’re not going arrest you…this time. But if you don’t want to be reported and kicked out of this school, you will get rid of whatever merchandise you have and stop the sales,” she ordered, her tone firm. “I’m coming back to check on you, and I’m not giving you advance notice.”
Thompson darted over to his desk drawer, pulled out a plastic bag filled with his product, and ran back to them. He handed the bag over to Trent.
“Don’t worry,” he said, glancing from Trent to Erica. “I’m done. It was giving me ulcers to sell that stuff anyway. I was always worried I’d get found out.”
To drive home the importance of what he had done, Erica lifted a brow, wiping any and all concern from her features. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood. Normally I’d have kicked your ass, arrested you, and then told your parents. I hope you don’t give me a reason to still do that.”
Thompson’s pale face got a shade lighter, and he hunched in on himself.
She was of the belief that sometimes you needed to scare the crap out of some people for them to realize the dumb shit they were doing.
Outside the building Trent grabbed her by the waist and kissed her. “What was that for?”
“You’re so hot when you get bitchy.” He grinned and kissed her again.
It took a moment for her to absorb what he’d said. When she did she growled at him. “Asshole.”
He chuckled. “No baby, I prefer pussy, but if you really want to try I’ll give it a go.”
She couldn’t stay angry when he always came back with some sexual response. He was incorrigible.
While they drove, her mind focused on what was left. She needed to touch something of Melanie Lee’s, and she hoped to be able to see more than with the previous two victims. Things were moving too slow for her liking. To top it off, she now had Trent and how he made her feel to worry about. Life didn’t seem to get any simpler for her.
“Stop thinking so hard.” He squeezed her hand over her lap. She glanced his way and caught him smiling. “I can see your brain trying to figure out how to handle me.”
The nerve of the man. OK, so maybe that’s exactly what she’d been doing, but he didn’t need to point it out. “Yeah? And what do you suggest I do?”
“Just go with the flow.” He grinned and went back to focusing on the road. He was right. She’d have to wait and see what he was about before she stopped having sex with him.
By the time they finished their visit with Thompson it was late. Erica was tired and hungry, and she could only assume Trent was too. Her phone rang just as she contemplated stopping for a bite to eat.
“Hi, Brock.”
“Villa. Everything OK?”
She sighed. “All is still the same.”
Silence met her words. “I want you both back here. We’ll debrief and see where we stand. It’s late anyway.”
When they got there, Donovan was setting food on the table.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t cook,” she joked. Everyone in the department knew Donovan couldn’t cook worth a damn. She’d tried to bring things when they had potlucks but her food always went uneaten. She was such a good sport she’d never taken offense but continued to try whenever the opportunity presented itself. The woman was certainly persistent. Too bad she sucked at it.
“So if you’re not poisoning us, er…I mean if you didn’t make this, where did it come from?” Trent grinned and grabbed a biscuit.
Donovan slapped his other hand when he went for a piece of chicken. “Remember the lady you guys went to visit, where Gina Torres lived?”
“Ms. Lipkin?” Erica laughed when Ramirez went to grab a roll, only to get smacked much harder than necessary by Jane.
“Yeah. She sent a bunch of food and said ‘she couldn’t have those two handsome young men starving.’” Donovan slapped Ramirez again when he made a second attempt. He pouted like a sulking kid, which made both women laugh.
“Jesus. What is it with you women and violence?” Ramirez complained and sat down, waiting for everyone so they could eat.
“Tell me about it, bro. I’m gonna have to teach Erica to relax or sleep with one eye open. She’s vicious I tell you.” He then dodged a balled napkin Erica threw at him. “See what I mean?”
“Whatever happened to loving and obeying your man?” Ramirez asked, shaking his head.
Erica lifted her brows and glared at Trent. “Whatever happened to shutting your mouth for self-preservation? I thought you wanted to live well into old age? Keep talking.”
“Sweetheart, you know that was all Ramirez,” Trent said and shrugged at Ramirez’s outraged gasp. “Sorry man, but you know how it is. She’s got the goods so she’s in charge.” He used his serious voice.
Erica and Donovan burst into giggles. One thing was for sure, if she decided to try a relationship with Trent, she’d never be bored.
Chapter Ten
Trent winked at Erica and blew her a kiss. Brock chose that moment to walk into the room. “What’s going on?”
He joined them at the table.
“Not much. Trent was just teaching Ramirez how women rule because they have the goods.” Donovan snickered and piled food on her plate.
Trent’s heart soared when Erica grinned at him. He didn’t care how stupid he had to act in order to keep that smile on her face. Now all he needed to do was get her alone and tell her about his not-exactly-human status.
“So what did you find out with Anthony Holmes?” Erica asked Brock while they passed food around the table.
“There was no chance to speak to the kid. Apparently he’s been in some kind of retreat and won’t be back until tomorrow.” Brock took a bite of
chicken and hummed. “Jesus. Who made this? And can we hire her for however long we’re here?”
Trent was in agreement. Ms. Lipkin might be an older woman, but she sure knew her way around a kitchen.
“So that’s it? We have to wait? What if someone else dies in the meantime?” Erica’s voice hitched. “Do we just let the bodies pile one on top of the other? I have to…no, I need to figure this out.”
She sat rigid in the chair, frowning at her plate.
Trent heard the words she didn’t say. That it was going drive her crazy to keep seeing those deaths and not put whoever did it behind bars. The scent of her frustration and fear mingled and made his animal pace inside him.
“We all want to stop whoever this killer is, Villa,” Ramirez added.
Erica turned to Donovan. “Have there been any DNA matches from the first two victims to anyone on the Integrated Automated Fingerprint Identification System?”
Donovan shook her head and sipped her tea. “Whoever did this isn’t in IAFIS. If we can get a definite lead on someone, we could get prints tested. Some were pulled from Gina Torres, but she’s the only one we were able to lift any usable prints from.”
“And have we gotten anything on those?” Her voice was soft yet demanding.
“Not yet. Even with a rush, the lab takes seventy-two hours to get a DNA code, and then it takes at least twenty-four more hours to put that through our system.” Donovan sighed. “If we go by that we won’t be looking at results until another two to three days at the minimum.”
Trent eyed Erica. She clenched and released her fists on her lap, next to him. He wiped his hands on a napkin and curled his fingers over hers. Satisfaction spread through him when she leaned closer and opened her hand so that he could link their fingers together.
“When the other Holmes kid shows up you question him, Villa,” Brock knew as much as Trent that she had to see both of the Holmes boys. “Thankfully the father’s lawyer said he’d get the kid to come meet with us as soon as he returns.”
The rest of the meal passed in a blur, and soon they were headed to their rooms. Trent had a feeling Erica would try to shut him out again, so he took the lead and waited for her by the door to her bedroom.
“Trent…” She sighed. “What are you doing?”
“Let’s go to bed, love.” He tugged her into the room and shut the door.
There was confusion and vulnerability in her eyes. He held her in his arms and kissed her. Her hands crawled up to his shoulders, stroking him over his T-shirt. She dug her nails into his biceps while rubbing her body over his. Using sex to convince her into a relationship would never work, but he hoped it would at least soften her up enough to allow her to consider it.
“Trent—”
“Shhh. Stop thinking so hard, sweetheart. It’s time to relax your mind.”
He undressed her and himself. They made their way into the bathroom. They kissed in the tub while water ran over their bodies. Trent used the loofah to wash Erica, sliding the soft spongy material over her curves. Afterward she took it out his hand to return the favor. She ran her hands down his body, tracing his muscles, until she reached his cock. Arousal electrified his brain cells and powered down his veins. His breath caught in his lungs. He was hungry for a taste of her. She jerked him in her hand, squeezing him from root to tip. He groaned, his vision fixating on her, staring at her pink tongue twirling circles over his nipple. Her hold on his cock tightened into a perfect grip.
“Oh… Jesus.”
She got down on her knees and sucked his cock into her hot mouth, sliding his entire length between her pouty lips. He pulled the wet strands from her face and thrust into the slick cavern of her mouth. She jerked, sucked, and ran her tongue over him like he was a tasty piece of candy and she had a craving for sugar.
After a few minutes of enjoying her lavishing pleasure on his cock, he grabbed her by the arms and tugged her off him.
“Hey!”
“I love how you suck my cock, but I really want to fuck you now.”
“Si, please.” She moaned and curled one leg around his hip. “I need you.”
He palmed her ass cheeks and lifted her up until both her legs went around his waist. She held on to his neck and started kissing him with so much desperation and passion he almost lost sight of what he was supposed to be doing. He lowered her onto his cock, gliding her body down, her pussy sucking his cock on its descent. Their gazes locked. Her eyes were filled with passionate need.
“Fuck me.” She moaned into his lips.
He slammed his back against the tiled wall, the move shoving his cock deeper into her.
She whimpered. “Oh. That feels so good.”
Trent lifted and dropped her on his cock repeatedly, her muscles clenching on every slide down, heightening his pleasure. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her teeth nipped at his jaw, and her breasts rubbed on his chest. He squeezed her ass and rocked her on his cock. She groaned, licked his neck, and sucked on his lip.
“So good…Harder!”
He groaned and chuckled. Even in the middle of sex she couldn’t stop being bossy. God, he really must be in love, because there could be no other reason for him to find that cute.
Holding her firmly by her ass, he continued to lift and drop her. She moaned, groaned, wiggled her hips, and begged him for more. He increased speed, and she sighed and dropped butterfly kisses on his neck in approval.
“Yes…Fuck. I’m so close. So close...” Her breath hitched. Her pussy fluttered, and her muscles squeezed his cock. She bit her lip and moaned, shaking and arching into him as she climaxed.
The tight grip her body had over his shaft sent him over the edge. His orgasm shot down his spine, lighting nerve endings and sparking fires in his brain, until it gathered at his cock. His balls drew tight. He shivered and growled into her shoulder when he came. They panted and stared at each other for a moment. Something other than lust shone in her eyes. He lowered her legs to the tub floor, cupped her face, and kissed her.
He pulled a fluffy towel off a shelf and dried her off first and himself after. When she held his hand on their way to bed, his smile could not be contained. But when she curled into his side on the bed, searching for his touch, he knew that they were moving in the right direction.
Once they were settled comfortably on the bed, he was surprised when she brought up the subject he’d been afraid to speak of.
“So what do you do that makes you interesting enough to be on this unit. Are you psychic or something?” Her soft words made his nerves rise.
“No. My ability is different than yours.”
She glanced up at him, her eyes filled with curiosity, and smiled. “Well what is it? You know my deep dark secret. Or don’t you trust me?”
“God, no! That’s not it at all. It’s just that…I’m a little concerned with what you’ll think.”
The corners of her eyes crinkled. “Trust me, I’m the last person to judge, but you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
He scented her concern, and it made the decision for him. “I’m a shifter.”
She frowned. “A what?”
He gulped. His wolf paced inside him, worried over what his mate would think. “I can shift from man to animal.”
Her eyes went saucer-wide. “Y-you…you can?”
He nodded, his heart pounding so loud in his ears he could hardly hear her words.
“What, um, what animal can you shift into?”
“A wolf.”
He waited, watching her for any signs of disgust, fear, or dislike. After a moment her smile grew wider.
“That is…amazing. I wish I could do something that cool.”
He laughed. He couldn’t believe how well she’d taken it. Tugging her up for a kiss, he hugged her tight and grinned. “It is pretty cool.”
“Will you show me?” She licked her lips and caressed a finger over his jaw. “Not now, but when we’re somewhere that’s easy for you to shift?”
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bsp; “I promise to show you soon. Real soon.”
“This is great. Much better than me thinking you were some kind of psychic or a witch.” She yawned.
“No witch here, just a wolf.”
“My wolf.” Her words were heavy with sleep, but they filled his heart with joy. She didn’t realize just how right she was. He was her wolf, he thought as he let sleep claim him.
A soft whimper woke him from sleep. He turned to look at Erica who was curled away from him in the fetal position. Slowly, he turned her, pulling her into his arms. She shifted and ended up draped over him, hugging his upper body, her arms going around his torso.
“Make it stop,” she mumbled low, voice thick with sleep and tears.
He peeked down at her face, but she was still asleep.
“Shhh, my love. It’s alright. I’m here with you. I’ll never leave you.” He promised. It was a while later, and a lot of comforting words and caresses from him, before Erica finally fell into a quiet sleep.
He was more determined than ever to prove to her he was the right man for her, because he knew that she was definitely the right woman for him and his wolf.
The following morning found the group headed back to the college. Brock drove his vehicle along with Rodriguez. Trent, Erica, and Donovan took the Jeep. It had been decided early on that they would move in on this quickly. Neither Brock nor Erica wanted to wait around for a new body to appear. So they were going in to search Melanie’s room as a group. When they reached the campus housing for Melanie Lee, they parked outside the victim’s building.
Erica observed while Brock opened the door to Melanie’s dorm room. He held it open for her to walk in ahead of everyone. She didn’t touch anything at first. Her gaze scanned the room for anything that might help the investigation. Framed photos lined the walls. One in particular caught Erica’s attention.
It was the same as Gina Torres. Melanie was dressed in costume with a masqueraded man to either side and two other men at her back. One had his mask askew: Derek Holmes. She couldn’t make out the other man’s face under his mask. She frowned and stared at Derek Holmes. The same sick, twisting sensation she’d had when he’d gotten into his car had returned.
