“Just—” Detective Roberts still looked annoyed. “Let us do our job, Miss Evenson; and you do yours.”
“But don’t sleep with him.”
“Correct.”
“Does he have AIDS or something?”
“It’s not exactly AIDS, Tori,” Monica offered just as the detective was about to speak. “But we don’t want you contracting what he’s carrying. It’s for your own safety. That’s all.”
“I see.”
The Detective got up from his chair and extended his hand. She didn’t really want to, but she shook his hand politely.
“We’ll have all of the papers ready for you to sign, Miss Evenson. You can move into the condo next week. All you have to do is work your new job and live there. You won’t see us; but we’ll be there keeping an eye on things.”
“And if he shows up? What then?”
“Not if, Tori, when.” The detective corrected.
“I won’t be in any danger?”
“None. The second you have him tucked away inside your apartment, we’ll be there to rescue you—trust me.”
Liam’s lips had already traveled down from the tall wet tip of her breast, past her belly button where he’d lingered teasing her navel with his tongue. Now on his knees, Liam’s lips caressed the leg seam of her bikini bottoms, inching closer to the middle of the low-cut swimsuit. Tori gasped feeling his hands cupping and squeezing her ass while his lips and tongue now teasingly assaulted the front of her bikini and between her thighs.
5
W ith her bikini bottoms untied, the flimsy fabric had dropped to the floor long ago. Barely standing with Liam kneeling in front of her, her fingers moved through his thick hair, gripping and pulling as she called out softly with each new sensuous sensation he pushed wetly between her thighs.
Liam danced his tongue between her wet lips and over a tall clit, taking in her feminine scent like she was catnip. Gods, she tasted amazing. Liam teased her hard button with warm gentle slips of his long tongue, even slipping the tip slightly inside her.
Tori had never in her life been kissed like this. Liam was half killing her with the way he tasted her. With another thrust of his tongue, Tori’s knees suddenly buckled; but instead of falling, he caught her, lowering her gently on to the plush new carpet.
Her heart beat rapidly with her chest and tummy was rising and falling. He moved over the top of her between her legs, feeling her desire on fire. Their lips meeting once again, neither was timid about their kiss as their hips and bodies rocked and moved over each other.
Liam felt her pulling at his swimsuit, beginning to draw it down from around his ass. He spoke with bated breaths between their kisses.
“Tori—hmmm—” he kissed. “God I’m going to fuck you into next week if you take those off.”
“Maybe—hhhaa—I need to be fucked—”
“You do need—hmmm—to be fucked.” He kissed hard against her lips.
She pushed his swimsuit down until it bound up around his thighs, holding his smooth hairless legs together. She could feel his exceptional, hard cock pushing, probing her, teasing her wet folds. She arched her back beneath him as she felt his massive member parting her; then filling her like she’d never experienced before. He was gentle. Slipping himself into her little by little; allowing her body to take him.
“Ahhh, GOD. Hhhhhh. You’re really big, Liam,” she breathed and winced, feeling him widen her inside tightly while he continued to move slowly into her.
“Are you okay?” he asked concerned; stopping to look at her. Then pulling back out a little.
“No. Please. Don’t stop. I need you.” Her voice grew pleading while her fingers locked around his ass, as if to pull him closer and further into herself.
Jesus she was tight; all around him. But his teasing had left her wet inside. He’d been with a few women before, but always he’d needed to stop. Completely filling them he’d never been able to fully extended himself into them. Now he felt his own trimmed pubic patch mingling with hers.
“God, Tori,” he breathed against her lips. He wanted to ask how she felt, but he already knew. She was rocking her hips beneath his, moving him back and forth inside her. He matched her gentle rhythms pulling out and then moving back into her.
Feeling Liam so deeply extended within her lit more than one G-spot inside her. It didn’t take him long to detonate a powerfully built emotion within her. Her body bucked wildly beneath him while his lips covered her loud ecstatic cries. A soft glow of perspiration covered her skin as Liam let her down slowly, gently moving himself within her until her ecstasy had subsided.
Tori had never been so sexually moved before in her life! Although still just as tight, Liam slipped and glided more easily within her now. Both moved with each other, kissing and gripping. It didn’t take Liam long to bring her to another powerful climax.
“God, Tori,” he’d lifted himself to watch her go off again. “You’re so, hmmm—beautiful—” he seemed to wince as he talked to her, “when you’re—ahaaa—coming!” his voice was soft, quiet, but filled with intensity.
“Are you okay?” her hand went to his pained face.
“I can’t—stop. Tori. I’m trying!”
Somehow, instinctively, her legs wrapped around him while her hands gripped his ass, pulling him further into herself, as deeply as she could. The words of Detective Roberts echoed in her mind, but she ignored them; she didn’t care. All she knew right now was that the most beautiful man she’d ever seen was making love to her; his face wincing and stunning with a deeply building ecstatic pain she swore she could somehow feel within herself; he needed to come, badly. And right now she wanted him coming as hard as he could deeply inside her.
Tori drew Liam down onto her lips holding him to herself with all her strength as her handsome man whimpered in a deep, unbearable ecstatic pain—a pain that all at once released with a vengeance! His ecstatic cries muffled against her lips, she felt his rock-hardness flex and pulse again and again inside her. She’d foolishly had unprotected sex a couple of times in the past. She knew what it felt like to have a guy go off inside her—nothing. She’d just become slippery. But what was happening now wasn’t anything like what she had felt in the past. Yes, Liam’s intimate connection with her had become just as slippery, but his seed, it felt—warm. More than warm. He was causing her to build all new ecstatic feelings, not just through their intimate connection, but all over her body. Her ecstasy had suddenly returned with even more intensity. Her body detonated with a climax so powerful she screamed. She could barely breath. When she could finally focus again, she found Liam breathing heavily, and smiling at her, his thick arms stretched out lifting him above her, watching her.
She moved her hands and fingers over his pectorals.
“Wow—HUUUH—” her body rocked again with a fleeing ecstatic tremor. “What are you looking at.” She smiled.
“Your eyes.”
“You look different. Brighter somehow,” she breathed quietly, feeling exhausted.
“You’re getting brighter.” He beamed at her with an infectious grin.
“Why am I so tired all of a sudden?”
“Don’t worry about it. You need to sleep.”
“I do need to sleep.”
She turned her head and never even made it to a yawn before she drifted off.
He laid with her, moving himself still rock-hard within her until he needed to come again. He hoped she wouldn’t mind as he climaxed hard again within her. Now his jewels really ached. But, god, the woman just needed to be fucked. It was like her body just demanded his. He made out with her sleeping lips for a minute before withdrawing himself from her. He discovered his swimsuit was still wrapped around his thighs and the carpet had pooled wet with the seed of their lovemaking between her thighs.
He slipped his swimsuit the rest of the way off and just felt her, awakening. But while he admired her, he soon realized that his sense of danger was already going off. All-too preoccupied w
ith his emotions mingled with hers, it was too late when the front door of her condo burst open with police rushing in, clad in heavy SWAT gear. With his eyes wide, he soon found himself surrounded by heavy weapons pointed at both himself and her.
He couldn’t chance it. They might get a shot off and kill her. Still on his knees between hers, his huge rod tall and glistening, he lifted his hands slowly into the air as the rain splashed wildly against the windows.
6
I TOLD YOU! NOT TO HAVE SEX—DIDN’T I?!” Detective Robert’s face burned red with anger. His breath visible in the cold concrete-walled room that someone had tried to make look a little more cozy with some throw rugs and second-hand furniture. “EIGHT MONTHS OF PLANNING! SHOT TO HELL!” he waved a thickly gloved hand at her.
Tori frowned. The lump in her throat told her she didn’t want to be anywhere near the detective at the moment. He obviously had anger-management problems.
“NOW WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?!” he glared at her.
Tori said nothing. She felt very vulnerable while he unloaded his frustration, yelling at her while she stood in the cold room wearing only some thin pink cotton underwear and matching top while he was clad in a thick winter parka. She’d just woken up in the strange place and had no idea where she was.
She was glad when his cellphone rang and he left her room to take the call. She found it odd that although the room was apparently freezing, she wasn’t really all that cold herself. The other thing she quickly noticed was that her unusually good hearing was even more unusually good as she listened in on the private conversation going on in the hallway between Detective Roberts and someone from someplace called “corporate”.
“Roberts—” he half gruffed into the phone.
“How is our little debutant goddess doing? Does she know anything?”
“Hardly. She just woke up this afternoon. She didn’t even talk to him before jumping him like some lovesick bitch in heat.”
“You can’t blame her, Roberts. It’s their biology. Where were your SWAT teams when they were doing the nasty?”
“It was raining buckets. They got delayed by the storm.”
“Delayed; by the storm—”
Tori could hear the thick sarcasm of the man on the other end of the call.
“We had near hurricane-force winds, Gabe.”
“My weather report said fifty. It wasn’t even a tropical depression. Your seasoned officers, Tampa’s Finest, were delayed by—the weather.”
“They aren’t my officers. I’m just using what you gave me. My people don’t melt in the rain.”
“I understand, Roberts. Perhaps we should have hired all of your team instead of just one of you; like you suggested.”
“I did try to emphasize that.”
“You did. How long were they alone?”
“Almost forty minutes.”
“Oh good lord. She was left alone—with a god—for forty minutes?!” the quiet voice prodded, obviously not happy.
“I wasn’t there, Gabriel. So stop trying to pin this on me. The cops had their orders. I can’t follow her every waking moment.”
“Agreed. And what about Sinclair?”
“Escaped. Again. The cops couldn’t even hold onto him long enough to get him into the freezer van.”
“This is getting embarrassing, Roberts.”
“Not my monkeys, Gabe. Not my circus. You paid for keystone cops, you get what you pay for.”
“No. No, you’re right, Roberts. The board should have just hired your team from the outset. I’ll resubmit your proposal. I’m sure they’ll approve the funds now. Considering the situation. So, what about the girl? What are we supposed to do with her now that she’s been awakened?”
“I have her on ice.”
“Forever?”
“I’ll deal with her. You don’t need to worry about that.”
“And Sinclair? He’s obviously aware we’re on his trail—again. He’s bolted.”
“I don’t think so. Not this time.”
“Oh? And what makes you think that?”
“He’s awakened a goddess. He’ll be very attracted—to her.”
“Oh, interesting. And you think he’ll try to rescue his new paramour?”
“I’m betting on it.”
“I see. Your plan has merit, Roberts. I’ll inform the board. I’m sure they’ll want to revisit this and fund your own team now, under the circumstances.”
“A third in advance, Gabe. Non-refundable. I’m going to nail this bastard.”
“Sure. Sure. That won’t be a problem. However, Roberts, I don’t need to remind you that this isn’t our typical bounty. There are hundreds of millions at stake here. The board needs Sinclair alive. We intend to recover the money he stole. Otherwise, all of this is just—academic. A dead Sinclair is of no use to us.”
“I got it. I’ll nail him this time. Alive. You can count on it now.”
“Very well, Roberts. I’ll be in touch.”
Tori heard the call end. She was glad when the detective stormed away from her door until he was out of earshot.
Awakened? She thought to herself. She didn’t dare say anything out loud. She was pretty sure her cell room was bugged and under video surveillance.
Gods? Goddesses? What was that all about? Liam was supposed to be some kind of god?
Detective Roberts and Monica had told her that Liam had some kind of infection—like AIDS. She was pretty sure AIDS wasn’t even close to what Liam had infected her with. Whatever it was, Roberts had been uneasy about it. And he had warned her. Both about Liam’s disease and his whiles. But God he’d been unbelievably sexy. No guy was that hot; it was like he’d beguiled her; seduced her into dropping her swimsuit.
No. She corrected herself, vividly recalling their encounter in detail so minute it was like she could still feel him; like he was inside her. Whooo—she waved off the sudden ecstatic emotion. She’d led him on. She couldn’t pin this on him—not totally anyway. She was the one who’d toyed with him through the front of his trunks and slipped them off.
And now she was supposed to be some kind of—of goddess? She was pretty sure her church wouldn’t think highly of her being called that.
Still, there were things about herself that were very different now. The most obvious thing was that the freezing-cold room didn’t seem to bother her all that much dressed only in some underwear. Another was her mind seemed to work like lightning now, as if her memory had become eidetic. Her vision seemed much clearer and sharper just before she’d gone to sleep.
She went to the mirror over the vanity in her room. The faucets didn’t work; she mused it was probably too cold for them to have it on. She looked into the mirror at her eyes. Her once green eyes were now very different, a golden iris ringed by deep purple hues and all of it shining metallic.
Jesus, Liam. She thought as she looked into her reflection. What the hell did you do to me?
7
L iam sat in the busy truck stop restaurant just outside of Gainesville. He’d vacated the coastal city, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to stay away for long. She was already calling out to him—not literally, but that’s what it felt like.
An older man took the booth seat opposite his. Although weathered and greying, there was still a very live spark in the eyes of the frail-looking halfblood.
“I got your call,” the old man offered in a tongue time had long, long forgotten.
“When are you going to get a cellphone?” Liam asked, taking a sip of his soda.
“Probably when they stop making landlines and answering machines. Those wireless things are traceable, you know.”
“Not all of them.” Liam assured.
“Suit yourself.” The old man politely ordered a cup of coffee from the waitress as she passed by.
“I need a favor.”
“Oh?” the older man’s face showed curiosity mixed with subdued sarcasm, “What did you do now?”
“I awakened someone.”
> “And you didn’t kill them this time?”
“Not funny. She’s been arrested.”
“By who?”
“Tampa police.”
“You’re getting’ awful close to the feds on that one.”
“I don’t think so. It doesn’t feel like the feds.”
“Still robbing banks?”
“I haven’t knocked over a bank in years, Louis.”
“But they’re still following you. That would be my bet.”
He nodded. “Probably.”
“You could give ‘em their money back.”
“I’ve thought about that. The only problem is, I’ve spent and invested a bunch of it already.”
“Yep. That’s a problem.”
“I need the clan to help me get her out.”
“Nope.”
“You won’t help me?”
“No. It’s not that I won’t, Liam. It’s that I can’t. Your problem isn’t really this girl—it’s Karma.”
Liam frowned, nodding.
“You took something that didn’t belong to you, Liam. And not just because you were hungry. Pallets of their cash went missing. How much was it—four hundred—?
“—million,” Liam nodded.
“That is not chump change, my friend.”
“They’re all a bunch of greedy—”
“They are. No question. But it’s still not your money.”
“They were taking people’s homes, Louis. Tossing them out into the street—literally. I watched it happen.”
“So you took your revenge.”
“I looked at their books and saw what they’d made stealing other people’s homes. They could have renegotiated those mortgages. They just didn’t want to. Lazy—bastards.”
“So you taught ‘em a lesson, did you?”
Liam frowned. Then shook his head.
“Thought so.” The old man winced a smiled as the waitress set his coffee onto the table. “They’ll never give up comin’ after you, Liam. A bank that big is just a step or two away from the Oligarchy, and the Seven. Fact is, you, my friend, may already be on their radar.”
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