I Dated a Deadly Auditor

by Grace, Viola

  “It isn’t distress. She and the auditor are engaged in some kind of intimacy.”

  The doctor growled. “It isn’t safe for her to be doing that and certainly not with a male built like him.”

  He pushed her away from the display and blinked. “Oh. That’s fine then.”

  Arcady looked, and Tirra had pulled the blanket off so she could grab the short-cropped blonde hair, and she arched into the auditor’s mouth as the low groan burst from her and came through the speakers.

  Tirra slowly collapsed on the bed, her body twitching and twisting as the aftershocks went through her; the auditor slowed his work but didn’t stop until Tirra was limp and panting on the bed.

  Krizt asked Arcady a question that shocked her. “Do you enjoy that?”

  She turned toward him and blinked slowly. “It depends on the partner but not on camera.”

  “Pity. I am guessing it is a useful tool to gauge your performance.” He glanced at her.

  “Uh, I suppose it would be.” Arcady had no idea where he was going with that.

  He turned back to the monitor. “Tirra seemed to enjoy it.”

  “Yes, but she trusted her partner. Without trust, she wouldn’t have enjoyed it as much.”

  He smiled. “Of course.”

  She was stunned by the smile that he gave her. He showed teeth. He never showed teeth. The dagger-like canines freaked out interns.

  On the monitor, the auditor had settled next to Tirra and was curled around her. It was surprising that the bed could hold them both, but the auditor was careful with his lover.

  “So, if you are done watching live porn, the chemical cocktail is being composed. I would like you to keep an eye on it.”

  Arcady blushed, nodded, and left the lab monitors.

  Krizt looked at the couple in the observation lab, and he sighed. There were a thousand places around the building where he had imagined having sex with Arcady. Perhaps they would have a chance to try a few out one day. He could hope.

  * * * *

  “Why did you...” Tirra blinked as he cuddled up behind her, and he was obviously aroused.

  “Because all I have been able to think about for the last six hours is keeping you safe and ways to give you pleasure that won’t put stress on you.”

  “But you didn’t...”

  “Nope. I think that you are a little behind when it comes to lovers, so when I am with you, we will ease into things.”

  “And we aren’t on a contract yet, so technically, I am not supposed to be with anyone... uh... intimately.”

  “We aren’t intimate. We are cuddling.”

  “So, what do you call what just happened?”

  “I was kissing a friend hello.”

  She laughed incredulously. “Really?”

  “Well, I would like to become better acquainted, but yes.” He chuckled and kissed her temple.

  He inhaled deeply and made a happy sound. “Do you think the monitors got an eyeful?”

  “Uh. Yeah. Pretty sure. Seriously, Gorith, you can’t stay with me tonight.”

  He growled. “Why not?”

  “Well, for one thing, I move around in my sleep. As snug a fit as this is, one of us would fall out, and I think it would be the one with brittle bones. You seem pretty solid.”

  He sighed. “I might not be in the bed with you, but I am not leaving your side.”

  His hand was moving across her abdomen, and it cupped her breasts, one at a time.

  “Um, what is going on now?”

  He chuckled. “A hug in a thousand small parts.”

  “A thousand?”

  “A few hundred. I don’t think you will make it to a thousand.” He licked the top of her ear.

  His fingers were so very careful as he eased them into her tunic, and she sighed as his other hand moved between her thighs. She started to twist against him as his fingers reached into her and started to thrust slowly.

  She groaned and twisted against him. “If this is a hug, your handshakes must be obscene.”

  He laughed and brushed his lips against her cheek. She turned her head to him, and he kissed her. As his fingers turned her senses up, she moaned against his mouth, and her moans picked up in tempo until she shrieked softly.

  He smiled and brushed soft kisses across her lips and cheeks. “Lovely. Stunning. Beautiful. My angel.”

  She was dazed, and his fingers were still moving softly inside her. “Uh, is this normal?”

  “What?”

  “Cumming and then wanting more.” She looked up at him and stared, looking for an answer.

  He stroked her hair away from her cheek. “Normal or not, I hope it continues. I have plans for us, so many delightful plans.”

  “Why?”

  He blinked. “What?”

  “Why me? I checked your account, there are several escorts that you frequent. You could be with any one of them quite happily.”

  He shook his head. “No, I couldn’t.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “They don’t know what I am and certainly don’t know what I have done in my past. You know my past, know my secrets, and only judge me for them a little. They haven’t seen me in a rage or just relaxing. I pretend for them to get lovers. With you, I can be what I am, not what I should be. I can be myself.”

  She frowned. “Why can’t you be yourself? They signed up for actives.”

  He chuckled. “To have the energy tentacles coming toward you can be intimidating. You are the only woman I have had in my arms who has welcomed all of me. Well, most of me.” He squeezed her breast gently. “And that is after our history. I thought for sure that you would slap me across the face when you met me again.”

  She shrugged. “I was at work. I never slap people while I am on duty.”

  “Even when they slide energy tentacles in places that you haven’t had them before?”

  She narrowed her eyes at him. “Even then. Why did you do that?”

  “Testing your limits and to see if I could. I was delighted when you came so hard I could feel you contracting around me, and I desperately wanted to have my cock inside you, but... rules are rules.”

  Her skin got hot, and she tried to look anywhere other than his eyes. Taken in pieces, he was terrifying, but as a whole, he was magnificent. His jaw was strong, his hands were wide, his shoulders broad, waist narrow, and his butt was seriously worth grabbing. The multicolours of gold skin that wrapped him made him gleam in the afternoon sun. He was a living statue.

  “You always obey the rules?” She flicked a glance at him. He was looking at her with warm contentment. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

  “After all these years, you are finally in my arms. I can wait another seven years for whatever happens next as long as I can touch you and make sure you are safe. I have worried about you every day since that day.”

  Tirra sighed. “I have had thoughts about you as well. Not too charitable, though.”

  He smiled. “There wasn’t much to recommend me to you back then. As I said, I am surprised you didn’t slap me when we met again.”

  “Is that still on the table? Once I am uncoupled here, I think a slap might be in order. For the dual penetration if nothing else.”

  He grinned. “Triple, I had your mouth as well.”

  “Yeah, I feel a slap brewing.” She narrowed her eyes at him.

  He laughed and cuddled her close. The observation lab suddenly felt a lot cozier when she had something to look forward to. When she wasn’t brittle anymore, he was going down.

  Chapter Eleven

  They were still curled together when Krizt came to give her the injection.

  Gorith held out his hand and analyzed the vial. He nodded. “It is what he said it is.”

  Krizt injected it into the IV, and he smiled slightly. “If you react favourably to this, we can determine how to continue on tomorrow.”

  She nodded.

  “Will there be any side effects?”

 
“Not that we have been able to foresee, but this will cause no harm to her system. There is a binding agent that should help her body make use of it.” Krizt asked, “How do you two plan to have a relationship? She is in Aksalla, and you are here, Auditor.”

  Gorith shrugged. “Transfers can happen on either side. She has to remain at the resort for now until it is running smoothly. I can travel to do my audits as needed.”

  She wrinkled her nose. “You are really assuming a lot, considering that we haven’t even had an actual date yet.”

  He shifted his thigh against where he had pressed it, between hers. “I am quietly confident.”

  Krizt chuckled. “Well, you have increased my optimism about the process, if nothing else. There is an alert button at your side if anything goes awry, and just in case the auditor decides to stay, a larger bed is... ah. Here it is.”

  A bed, twice the width with an extra foot in length, was wheeled in, and Tirra used that opportunity to head to the bathroom with her IV on a rolling pole. She attended to things and then scrubbed her face with a washcloth, then brushed her teeth with the paper-wrapped toothbrush on the sink. She found some dental floss as well and blushed when she located some shredded pork. She brushed again, and when every part of her that he had touched had been cleaned, wiped, or had a cold compress on it for a few seconds, she felt ready to face him again. Well, not really, but if she didn’t come out, he would come in.

  She walked up to him and looked at the spot where her bed had been. The new bed was huge, and she walked over to it; Gorith picked her up and settled her in place on the wide surface of the new mattress. “Comfortable?”

  Tirra wrinkled her nose at him. “Do I have an option, and don’t you have actual work to do?”

  He grinned. “Trust me, you are a lot of work but worthwhile. Now, as to do you have an option, I suppose that I could guard you from the hallway, but the researchers are going to get upset with me really fast.”

  “Why do I need guarding?”

  “Your genetics had to go on file for the registration. The families have been on the lookout for you for years, and now that you are on the grid again, they want you under their thumb.”

  She looked up at him. “That isn’t going to work for me.”

  He smiled. “No, I didn’t think it would. It would not work for me either, so I want to make sure that while you are here, you are protected. In Aksalla, you are in a secure facility with friends who can help if anyone shows up.”

  “Wait. So, I am actively being hunted right now?”

  “Yup.” He removed his suit jacket and hung it over a chair then removed his socks and shoes.

  “And you are acting as my protection?”

  “Yup.”

  “By crawling into bed with me.” She just wanted it stated.

  He grinned. “I am making up a new protocol for you alone.”

  She snorted and looked at the bed, unsure of how to get back in without making the needle in her hand pinch. He moved around the bed and picked her up, setting her on the bed and covering her with a sheet from hips to toes.

  She smoothed the sheet and watched as he loosened his tie. There was something about it that caught and held her attention. It also made her stomach flip a little. She watched the silk slide through his fingers and focused on his hands until she noticed that he was noticing.

  He chuckled. “So, what could your interest in this possibly be?”

  She blushed and looked away. He looped the tie around her, pinning her arms down, and she yelped. He tightened the fabric carefully before sliding it across her breasts and off her arms. He leaned over and slid a hand between her thighs. She was so slick she was embarrassed.

  “That is a bit of a surprise, but then, despite the situation being unpleasant for you, you were always tied up when I made you cum.” He moved into bed next to her and continued to have his fingers slip and slide around her sex.

  “Uh, yeah. I do seem to recall that.”

  “So, the idea of being tied up is not objectionable to you?”

  She blushed. “It should be, shouldn’t it?” She twisted her hips against his hand.

  He pressed a kiss to her neck, and his tongue flicked out and teased her with the precision she was used to from him.

  “Don’t you dare use that two-touch thing on me again. Ever.”

  He murmured, “Not even if I ask very, very nicely?”

  “If you want to fill me with rage and have me try and beat you to death with my wings, yeah. The coldness of the on-again and off-again and on-again contact wore thin very easily. There was a reason I started fighting.”

  “I remember. Everyone was surprised, but I could see the rage in your face. The gag was also an indicator.”

  “I still don’t understand why so many of them wanted to watch. I was fully clothed. They couldn’t see anything.”

  “Ah, my angel, when you cum, you glow. Your skin flushes, your eyes are bright, and then they get sleepy. A very sexy sleepy.” He nuzzled her neck. “A look that promises that the next time you are going to curl up next to me and touch me until we are going to go over together.”

  “So, the look is personal for you.” She glanced at him.

  “Oh, very. I don’t like that they gagged you, though.”

  “Too much cursing and threatening to carve off appendages. They didn’t want to spoil the show.”

  He sighed. “Can I express again how much I regret that?”

  “You can, and I know. You were working. You were in deep cover as an agent. I get it. I don’t have to like it, but I do understand it. What was being done to me was selling your role; there is very little chance that you would regularly do that to a young woman you didn’t really know in front of a group of strange men for pay, would you?”

  He shuddered. “Definitely not. In front of friends and with her permission... perhaps. It is what happened when I spanked Khytten at her birthday party. I had permission then.”

  She chuckled. “So, you have a thing for Khytten?”

  “No, but it was a bit of an orgy that broke out, and at some point, Salat started the birthday spankings and then got tired.” He quirked his lips. “Some of us patrons pitched in to help.”

  “Uh-huh. I am pretty sure he could bench press Khytten for an hour and not get tired.”

  “Possibly, I definitely could.” He chuckled. “No hands.”

  “Oh, right. That party was before I was assigned to the resort. We were building.”

  “But, you are an employee of BDC. Why weren’t you invited?”

  “I wasn’t technically an active escort until the resort kicked off, and even then, not really. The Aksallan government was insisting on it being run by someone in that position or rank or classification, I guess is the best descriptor.”

  “So, you defrauded our government by having an unqualified person in a management role.” He frowned.

  “I am not unqualified; I am just differently skilled.” She glared at him, which was hard to do as he moved his fingers inside her again.

  He parted her tunic and shifted down in the bed until he was near her breasts, and he used his tongue on her nipple, flicking it slowly and then rapidly until she mewled and ran her fingers through his hair, arching up against him.

  He used his teeth carefully and never got to the point of causing more than a prickle of unease. His fingers—however—were moving intently, and she clenched her hand on his hair, the back of his neck, his shoulder, and anywhere else she could reach with her hand. She slid her hand down the back of his shirt and clawed at his back as she moaned as her body clenched around his hand, gripping his fingers.

  She whimpered as he continued to lap at her breasts while she slowly collapsed back on the bed. She looked at him, and she knew she looked sleepy. She also wanted him. She wanted to see all the gold of him, to feel his weight on her and in her. His blue eyes locked with hers, and she shivered as he crawled up her body. “Don’t look at me like that, angel. It makes me want
to do dangerous things.”

  She bit her lip. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to.”

  He chuckled and leaned over her, kissing her softly. “I told you that that look was deadly. If you were healed, what would you be doing right now?”

  “You. Probably.” She chuckled at the roar of heat in his eyes. “Not sure. You are about as far as I have ever gone.”

  He groaned and pressed his forehead to hers. “Ah, baby, you are going to do me in.”

  “Probably.” She nodded in acknowledgement. “It is nice to have goals.”

  He lifted his head and stared into her serious eyes. “Oh, hells. I got a mean one.”

  She smiled slowly. “Yeah, but you think I’m sexy.”

  He sighed and moved to one side, and she crawled onto him, her IV tether still jutting from her hand. “I definitely do think you are sexy. Hell, I know you are.”

  She cuddled up against his chest and slid her tethered hand into the opening of his shirt, undoing a few buttons so she could touch his skin. She kissed his jaw and neck before yawning and saying, “I should get off you so you can go.”

  He chuckled. “Twit. I am staying with you until the procedure is complete or you are inaccessible to those who want to capture you again.”

  “Oh. In that case, we can probably call for a second toothbrush.” She smiled as the thudding of his heart was steady under her.

  “So, I have had my tongue in your mouth and your cunt, and you think I am worried about sharing a toothbrush?”

  She yawned. “You never know where someone’s breaking point is.”

  He stroked her hair. “You are right. I don’t. I wouldn’t mind being at a safe distance when you find yours, though.”

  “You want to see me break?” She looked up at him in confusion.

  “I want to see you lose control. I have seen hints in it with your wings, like when you beat the hell out of Harmik. I have never seen a team member or even ex-team member so stunned.”

  She sighed. “He didn’t deserve getting smacked around like that.”

  “He crushed you.”

  She remembered. “Oh, yeah. He did deserve it.”

  “You really didn’t remember?”