Scooping me up bridal style, he carried me to the bed with his supernatural speed. It was exhilarating. He stopped at the bed and placed me down as smoothly as he had our babies when they were newborns. The obvious love made this reunion all the more intimate and special, however rough the sex might’ve been. He used his knees to spread my legs and rubbed his head over my clit. I moaned in anticipation.
My legs hung over his arms, and my body was bent in half. He lowered his hips and slid his head in, remembering the position that drove me to orgasm the quickest. He usually used this position when he knew he wouldn't be able to last long.
His head pressed against my g-spot, and I wiggled my ass as I called his name. I clutched at his chest, my fingernails digging into his skin. His control broke then, and he fucked me in earnest. The sensation of him pounding on my g-spot caused my body to convulse, and my screams turned into throaty yells. My orgasm came on fast, and I shattered. My back arched, and Michael pressed tightly inside me, his own orgasm causing a low moan. His eyes were closed, and his head relaxed as his passion waned.
I stroked his chest as he came out of his stupor, soothing the scratch marks I’d left there. He leaned down and kissed my forehead and cheeks until I tilted my head up so he could kiss my lips. I was cocooned with love as he pulled out and curled his body around mine. I hopped up and went to the bathroom to clean up and put on some undies before climbing onto the bed and snuggling into him, spoon style.
Chapter Eleven
The sunshine woke me. Before my eyes opened, I was home, and none of the horrible events of our lives had happened. Then reality set in, and I was staring out the hotel window at a bright beautiful day. I was disoriented, and couldn't figure out where I was or why I was there.
“Good morning, Baby,” Michael murmured. I rolled over and stared at him. We relished the opportunity to study each other's faces after so long. Abruptly, he jerked upright, looking around warily, hearing something I didn’t.
Elias poked his head in the door. “Safe to come in?”
I smiled at his handsome head seemingly floating in the doorway. “Come in, Eli. We aren’t fornicating or anything.”
Elias was pushed into the room by Anthony, whose eyes were bright in his pale face. His eyes zeroed in on me as I got out of bed, belatedly realizing I’d never put a shirt on. What’s with me forgetting I’m naked lately? I didn’t even have alcohol to blame it on.
I froze as my mind processed the severity of Anthony’s expression. For the first time, he truly looked like a vampire, with his dark hair enhancing the light hue of his skin. I pulled away as he advanced but changed my mind. He’d never hurt me.
He stopped, toe to toe with me, eyes boring into mine. Putting his arms around me, he leaned me into a dip to rival the most accomplished salsa dancer.
His lips found mine, and he kissed me with no thought to our audience, not even when one of them—I assumed Michael— let out a growl-like sound. Breathless, I moaned his name as his lips moved to my neck and his teeth sank into my skin.
Euphoria flooded my bloodstream and my body orgasmed violently. I gripped his dark hair and hung on as he drank from me. My panties soaked, and I shuddered out the last of my orgasm as he released my neck and claimed my mouth again. He stood us up, and I bounced onto the bed, sated and confused, as soon as he let go.
“That was...out of this world, Anthony. But what the hell?”
He sat beside me and put one arm around my waist, pulling me into his body. “We got the room next to yours and shared the bed that's butted up to the wall behind this bed. With our hearing, we heard every word, movement, and moan in this bed last night. Elias got up and went for a run while you and Michael reunited, but I couldn't tear myself away.”
He looked at Elias and then at Michael, who stood across the room uncomfortably. Michael’s hair was a rats nest, and he wiped the sleep from his eyes. Elias yawned and looked at us with amusement written across his face.
Michael broke the silence. “I promised Riley I would take things as they come. She loves me, and I love you two as much as I do her. I was taken a little off guard, that’s all.”
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself. When she was within my reach, and I smelled her…I had to taste her.” Anthony gave us a small unrepentant smile. “I’ve never been so compelled to love someone.”
I stood and stretched. My skin tingled like I could physically feel three sets of eyes following my movements. I reached for the ceiling, on my tip toes, empowered. Being loved by three indecently hot men was certainly a self confidence booster.
“Okay, boys.” I walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth, still clad in only my panties. They followed me like baby ducks. “We made it. We’re in Peru. What’s the first step?”
Michael grabbed his bag from the spot it had landed by the door the night before. He pulled out a toothbrush and joined me at the sink. “Well, I figured out how to open the portal, but I don’t know exactly where it is.” He slathered toothpaste on his brush and brushed vigorously.
“How did you figure out how to open the portal?” asked Elias suspiciously. “You’ve never told us that.”
“Are you kidding? I’ve been researching it for years.” He spat out his toothpaste. “It was always my hope to be able to get Riley to the spring before the Junta caught up with us.” He rinsed his mouth out. I neglected my own teeth, mesmerized by the familiarity of the movements of his hands as he brushed.
“I was actually planning to call you two for a meeting right before the Junta showed up. I’d found a volume when I was in Peru detailing where the Inca god of the sun, Inti, supposedly rose from the ground. I couldn’t pinpoint the location, as the paper was faded and torn, but I found a section that details how to open the portal. It should be as simple as putting blood on the rock around the portal,” he concluded, shrugging.
“If it’s that simple, how has no one succeeded before?” I asked, lathering up my hands to wash my face.
“I don’t know, Coya, but we might as well try it.”
Michael and I finished dressing, and I filled another bag of blood. Elias warmed three mugs for the men to drink while Anthony ordered room service for me. “She wants pancakes with extra syrup, bacon, and fried potatoes, if they have it,” Michael supplied when Anthony asked me what I’d like.
I smiled warmly at Michael’s words. He was trying to show he still remembered little things, even after the torture he’d endured. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that he’d ordered his favorite breakfast, not mine. I would eat it and enjoy every bite.
Michael stood at the window, holding his mug, and I left him to his inner turmoil. Only time together would heal our wounds, and I wanted to check on Eli. I sat beside him on the bed and took his hand. “How are you?”
“I'm...wonderful, actually.” His lips pressed against my temple and lingered there. “I have you and my brothers. We stand a good chance of getting out of this with the Junta with Michael on our side. I haven’t felt this good in years.”
A knock interrupted us, so I jumped into the bed and covered my face while Anthony got my breakfast from room service. Michael walked over to the bathroom to rinse out the mugs and erase evidence of their morning drink.
While they talked and packed our things, I dug into my breakfast.
“Michael,” Elias said as he put my clothes in the suitcase, “how did you manage to take trips to Peru without tipping Riley off?”
“I actually told her where I was going. I worked in pharmaceutical sales, and I was pretty good at it. It’s easy to get humans to buy things when you can charm them.” He chuckled. “She thought I was going to a convention, and she couldn’t go because of work.”
Satisfied with his explanation, we grabbed our bags in case we didn’t make it back to the hotel that night. I put the hoodie on to walk out of the hotel, still under the guise of an American celebrity.
I tried not to laugh at the three large men squeezing themselves into the small car. Elias and A
nthony pushed the seats all the way back and were moderately comfortable. With Michael in the rear seat with me, it was cramped.
Anthony drove so Michael could give direction. “Since we're in Cusco already, we'll start with the Coricancha. It’s the sun temple of the Inca.” Our hotel was only about fifteen minutes from a parking garage near Coricancha. We walked from the car in awe of the structure. The stonework was impressive, and we could clearly see which walls were original to the Inca people. It was the oldest structure I’d ever seen, and it was beautiful.
Elias pulled out a wad of Peruvian sols that he’d stopped and exchanged during his run. He paid the attendant at the door, and we walked in. The inside of the temple was hushed, and I didn’t want to break the silence. The age of the stones weighed heavy in the room. Their history was palpable.
I skimmed a brochure Elias handed me, learning that a Spanish temple was built from the ruins of the original Inca temple. The site was known as Coricancha and was a museum. Michael studied his own brochure, looking for our most likely destination.
“We need to find the section that pre-dates the Inca empire. It should be the center of the structure, which was shaped like a sun. It was built before the Inca became a true powerhouse.” Elias motioned us down a hallway lit golden with the sun.
“This was the holy place of the sun god. It’s the least likely of my list to be a possible site to the underworld, but it was closest,” said Michael.
They led the way down the hall. We were supposed to seem like tourists, but I was the only one that made us look convincing. My head whipped left and right, trying to see everything at once.
My guys had visited this island many times during their adolescence and were less impressed. The architecture was magnificent, and several walls were covered in a gold light, mimicking the gold leaf that once covered the walls. They left me to my wonderment as they quietly discussed possible sites.
We arrived in a room with a large stone inside it. Elias pulled out a pocket knife, and they bloodied their fingers. Michael indicated I should watch for anyone that might interrupt them. I offered to prick my own finger, but they staunchly refused.
“A small amount of blood should be enough to make the magic of the portal begin to work,” Michael said as he cut his finger. “I’m honestly not sure how much it'll take to actually open it, but even a few drops should make it do something.” He tapped several blocks with the blood from his finger before it healed, and had to prick it again.
I stopped them a couple of times as people came in. The tourists didn’t stay long, as the room was actually quite boring once you got past the marvel of the stone work. One older lady stopped to chat with us.
“Is this your first time in Peru?” She had a British accent.
“Yes, ma’am, though my husband—” I paused, unsure what to call Elias and Anthony. “—and his friends have been here before. They’re studying architecture and came for inspiration for their graduate work.” I was proud of myself for rattling that lie off the top of my head. She gave us a sweet smile and moved on.
Once they’d exhausted every stone in the room, including the large stone settled in the center, we walked casually through the entire building and gardens. They occasionally touched bloody fingers to stones that looked to be older than others. We were flying blind.
I enjoyed the beauty, but after four hours combing the temple, we went to the car rather dejected. “I suppose it was too much to hope to find it the first day we looked.” I opened the back car door and sank into the seat.
“Remember, we're together and safe, nobody knows where we are, and our boys are safe,” Michael said. He clasped my cold hand in his warm one. I’d expected Peru to be warmer, but I was chilled.
Elias noticed a restaurant within walking distance of the parking garage, and we headed off that way. The Casa Qorikancha didn’t even look like a restaurant. From where we stood, it just looked like a stone building, maybe an office, but it was sure to be warm inside. I gave my approval.
We sat at a small table, and Elias conversed with the waiter in Spanish. I told Michael to order for me as I couldn’t read the menu.
Elias and Anthony told us stories about our children from the past five years to pass the time as we waited for our lunch. Tears prickled my eyes—again—hearing about the way Daniel used to say different words. He didn’t ever have a lisp, according to Elias, but he mispronounced several words like ketchup—che-hups, and he always said sound-noise instead of just sound or noise. On one hand, I was thrilled he was safe. On the other, I missed it all.
I was laughing at Anthony’s description of David trying to flirt with a visiting Supay teen when I noticed an older woman walk in.
“Guys,” I whispered. I couldn’t even hear my own voice in the crowded restaurant, but I knew they would. “The older woman that walked in—don’t look—was one of the tourists that was interested in what we were doing in the museum.” The idiots turned their heads at the same time I was whispering. “Be cool, guys. Geez, you act like you’ve never been sneaky before.”
The woman pulled up a chair at the bar and spoke to the bartender. I saw Michael’s lips moving and cocked my head. “I can’t hear you, Michael.” Anthony, sitting closest to me, leaned in as if to place a kiss on my neck.
“She may be able to hear us if she’s an Unseen. Don't speak our names again. Eat at a natural pace, and we'll leave.”
Easier said than done. Luckily, she sat facing away from us, so I didn’t have to worry about her watching us. I watched the guys’ gazes travel around the room, scanning for potential threats.
I tried to people-watch too, but all I saw were people—normal people, living their lives. I could see no threats, but to be fair, my eyes kept straying to Michael's profile. I still couldn't believe I was looking at my husband. I reached out and clasped his hand.
Our food arrived, and I almost drooled in anticipation. Potential danger or not, I was hungry and my causa looked delicious. The combination of avocado, beef and potato was Peruvian magic in my mouth. I picked off of their plates, too, sampling lomo saltado, antichuchos, and pollo a la brasa.
If we don’t start a workout regime, I’m going to gain weight.
The guys were tense throughout the meal, and our conversation was nonexistent. “She probably lives nearby,” I said into my wine glass.
“We must be diligent. We don't want the Junta interrupting us now,” Michael whispered as he leaned over and kissed my forehead.
Elias pulled money out of his wallet and left it on the table. I was ushered out of the restaurant, then flanked for the short walk to the car. “Don’t you think you three are overreacting a little? I wanted to finish my rice.”
“I’d hoped to stay one more night here before beginning our drive to the next potential location.” Anthony held my door open and climbed in with me. “After seeing that woman again in the restaurant, we should head on to Bolivia.”
“Great. How many hours will that take?” I threw my hands up in the air in exasperation. “This is overkill.”
Anthony pulled me into a side hug. “Continue trusting us, Coya. We’re cautious because we care for you.”
I settled in for yet another long, boring drive, alternately brooding and snoozing when the first car hit our bumper. I let out a little shriek and sat up, looking around us. Night had fallen, and my view out of the back window was blinding headlights. I couldn't see past the bright lights to tell what type of car was hitting us
“Floor it, Elias!” Michael yelled from the passenger seat. Anthony pulled me into his lap so he could press the latch to lower the seat and reach into the trunk. He pulled out a bag of weapons and handed me the first gun he put his hand on. It was my nine millimeter. I knew it was mine because it had a bright pink grip, which I could see clearly when we pulled ahead a few feet and the headlights illuminated the interior of the car. I put my hand down in the side pocket and pulled out four clips. They went in my bra—the best pocket.
My fingers released the safety, and I rolled down the window. Going up on my knees, I discovered how difficult it was to aim at a car as it tried to ram us while the car I was riding in weaved back and forth.
My shots went wild. Once the large vehicle behind us realized I was shooting at them—and that Michael and Anthony had joined the fight—they rammed the bumper of our little compact car even harder. I was slammed into the back of the driver’s seat while I tried to aim at an impossible target.
“Fuck it!” Anthony shot out the back window, nearly blowing my eardrums, but giving us an easier target. Even when my hands and arms shook or swung wide with the car’s movement, I was able to at least hit the car behind us, though I had no control over exactly where.
Two clips later, our trunk was pushed nearly into the seat with us, our car was smoking, and the vehicle behind us finally started to sputter. Anthony managed to get off a good shot to the driver’s side, and they veered off the road, then slammed into a tree.
“Get us the hell out of here, Elias!” My voice was thin in my ringing ears. Adrenaline coursed through my body, and I wanted to jump out and run—like I could run faster than the car.
A second car lay in wait ahead of us. The damaged car wasn’t even out of sight yet when we were t-boned in the passenger side.
It was one of those weird, out of time moments where everything happens in slow motion. I looked at Anthony in time to see the shadow of movement beside him that was another large vehicle ramming us. My body jerked and moved backward, bouncing off of my door, but after riding that adrenaline high, I felt no pain.
“Anthony! Duck, get down!” I’d managed to hang on to my gun, so I slid in a fresh clip and fired off several rounds into the front window of the black SUV that was pushing us sideways into a ditch. I didn’t think I hit anyone at first, but they stopped pushing our car. We scrambled out of the driver’s side and used our ruined car to take shelter as we fired more rounds at the unknown inhabitants of the SUV.
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