Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity fuck, Volos thought as he scolded himself.
You just can’t spurt shit out like that, ya dick whistle, his mind yelled.
She’s a fucking woman, a real woman. You don’t fucking rush a woman’s love, he berated himself
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, the internal condemning continued.
Payton smiled and walked over, she reached up and put her hand around the back of his neck, and she pulled his head down to her height. Tilting her head, she closed her eyes and pressed her lips against his, pulling her lips together as she pulled slightly back but only enough to flick her tongue across his open mouth, before pressing a harder kiss. Payton let her lips linger a little longer than mere friendship would dictate, the constant scent of brownies had reached its limit within her and she simply had to taste him, she needed to know if he tasted as delicious as he smelt.
Volos stayed perfectly still, he didn’t want to move as it might scare her away. The feeling of her flesh touching his was earth-shattering to him. He wanted more, his hands ached to hold her naked flesh, his cock bucked against his leathers with the insatiable appetite to invade her, dominate her, own her.
She pulled back and looked him straight in the eyes. “Be careful with talk like that, Volos, a woman could get addicted.” Releasing his neck, she walked back to the door frame, paused to look over her shoulder at him standing there—he looked like he’d just been struck by lightning.
“This, from the woman who just introduced me to the drug I want to be addicted to for the rest of my life,” Volos whispered breathlessly.
“It’s a pity we have things to do, and places to be.” Payton smiled seductively. “Can we take this up later?”
“Payton, even a glance from you and something is going up,” Volos growled low and hungrily.
“We’re leaving if you’re joining me?” A playful wink and Payton turned disappearing into the house.
A massive intake of air, quickly followed by a powerful exhale as Volos’ head dropped back between his shoulder blades. And as he looked up to the clear midday sky, it was clear and as blue as the ocean that he loved Payton.
“I’m trying to be patient, fate,” he said to the sky. “But she’s driving me insane with her exquisiteness. Please don’t let me fail…” His eyes closed with the last words of prayer. “As oxygen is food for my lungs, she’s the food for my soul. I hunger for her, I thirst for her, I need her.”
The honk of a car horn reminded Volos that Payton was waiting for him. Time to focus dick whistle, he told himself firmly. You have a clan to protect. He nodded at his own statement, shut the back door as he walked through and went out to the waiting car.
“Have you found anything?” Attor stalked into the living chamber, he had just come from briefing the king regarding the new developments. To say the king was impressed would be the understatement of the century. An alert was presently being sent out to all clan members to be aware of a threat and to make preparations accordingly.
“Haven’t found a loophole yet,” Wyvern said. “This Q character has his correspondence bouncing around the world more times than a kids jumping castle at a school fair.” A frustrated sigh escaped him. “I’m hunting him down, though. There’s only so many places he can hide, and fuck me if I’ll let him get the better of me.”
“Keep on the hunt.” Attor nodded. “Father has appointed me in charge while Volos is with Payton, so if you find anything come to me directly, okay?”
Wyvern nodded as Jo and Ladon walked into the chambers. They were wearing their full warrior leathers, and there was an anxious electricity rippling through the air around them.
“You’re leader?” Ladon asked, not at all threatened. He didn’t care who, as long as he knew who.
Attor nodded. “The king has asked I co-lead with Volos. Effectively, we have two teams right now. We are down here, and V is on the surface with Payton. We have sworn to keep her safe. Payton’s working on our side to stop the danger with Volos is providing protection as well as an information source for us to tap and combine with on our arrival.”
“What’s the plan, bossman?” Jo said, his tone was a little more sarcastic than Laden’s. It wasn’t that he had anything personal against Attor just against authority in general.
“After talking with the king, we’re going to sit tight right now. Wyvern is hunting Q, and Payton is doing what she can. We don’t want to leave the Oasis unprotected by leaving completely. I do have some of our other warriors prepping for action when we do choose to go. They will be left to defend the Oasis in our absence.”
“So, we sit around and twiddle our cocks?” Jo asked. “Meanwhile, some fucktards are planning to come and eliminate our home?” Shaking his head in disbelief, he couldn’t believe what was hearing.
Attor looked at Jo, his eyes centering with anger in on his brother who dared question his choices. “And pumping the rifle chamber like a thirteen-year-old boy in a whore house isn’t going to solve anything, it will leave you both with a nasty mess to clean up.” Attor’s words were firm and not to be ignored, this wasn’t a drill. “You will do as I say, Jo, exactly as I say.” His words were clear and cleanly spoken. “Do you understand?”
Jo gave him a one-finger salute. “Yup! You’re a prick, just like V. Power is the biggest corrupter of the mind, and you are poisoned within mere minutes of gaining some,” Jo spat. “I understand more than you think.” He turned and walked back toward his chambers.
“Where are you going?” Attor was pissed at being spoken to with such disrespect, but he had an instant new respect for Volos if this was only a taste of what he had to put up with from Jo.
“My chambers, fucked if I’m going to sit here and watch you all play cock-a-doodle-stay with each other.” He threw the words over his shoulder, “And, for the record, Attor?” he paused and waited for Attor to look at him then continued, “Fuck you!” With those words left hanging he vanished around the corner.
Attor took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Okay, let’s just get on with what we have to do.” Looking at Wyvern, he nodded and went back to his keyboard.
“I’m coming for you Q, ready or not,” he said.
“You sure this is the best idea?” Volos asked as they stood in the elevator. Being surrounded by an enclosed steel box of death was not something Volos enjoyed, but he wasn’t about to let Payton go anywhere without him.
“Nope.” Payton laughed. “But, with the current deadline, I don’t see we have much of a choice.” She looked up at Volos. “Can’t make it worse, right? Kylee has gone into the office, she’ll start things there. We can see what fruit might fall from this tree if we shake it hard enough.”
Volos was about to speak when the doors slid open and introduced him to the waiting room for the Ministry of Natural Resources. Directly ahead of him were three receptionists, all appeared to be in different stages of procrastination. One was painting her nails while talking to another about a shared fashion magazine, while the third was plucking her eyebrows as she concentrated on a small handheld mirror. Walking out into the cream-colored waiting room, Volos noticed there was a number of hanging pictures of the coastline, some dating back to the early nineteen hundreds.
“May I help you?” a high-pitched voice came from the desk. Volos turned and looked over to see all three women had stopped what they were doing and were staring at him. “I’m sure I can help you,” she said.
Volos walked over slowly toward the desk, his eyes locking onto each of the women, one by one. He placed his hands on the edge of the desk and leaned over them, his height towering like a huge impending mountain of muscle. “I require your assistance.”
“Oh yes…” the first one said. “I have all that you need.” She sat upright and pushed out her ample breasts, Volos flicked his eyes down to the protruding melons and back to her eyes.
“I’m far more experienced, I’m sure I can help you with a…” the second woman paused to trace her tongue across her lips, “…
greater success.”
Volos watched the woman’s tongue as he tilted his head. He was always baffled by the female human's responses to him. It always the same, faster heart rate, their core temperatures raised and they seemed to want to display themselves like fresh meat ready to be bought at a market.
“You want something, hun?” the third woman asked. Volos flicked his head to look at her. As she got up from behind the desk, she made sure he could see that under her skirt she was bare in every way a man would want. “Come over here, and I’ll make sure I leave you satisfied with your inquiry.” She winked.
“Hey bitches, remember me?” Payton stepped out from behind Volos, she hadn’t been hiding purposely. It was just a combination of his size and the women having zeroed in on only him. She couldn’t blame them, he was an impressive unit, but she had work to do.
The three women looked over at Payton, who was smiling obsessively brightly as she waved. Two of the women did register her, but the third one, the one running around the office panty-less, she knew Payton.
“Hey Bambee,” Payton trilled with an overzealous feel to her words.
Bambee looked at her and scowled. “He’s busy, I’m busy.” As she turned back to Volos her face changed like she’d wiped it, the grimace at seeing Payton was now back to the ‘come fuck me’ smile she had been busy flashing Volos only a few second ago, “I’m sorry, hun, some people just won’t wait their turn.” She snapped a dagger-like look at Payton who was still standing there grinning like a mad woman. “About your needs? How can I help?”
“Don’t worry about him, hun,” Payton accentuated the last word, this woman pissed her off on every level a fellow female could. “He is with me.” Her grin flashed full of teeth, a sparkle of insanity flickered in her eyes.
“You’re with…” Bambee’s head turned from Volos to Payton and back again, “… with her?” The disdain was accentuated with a crinkle of her nose.
Volos placed his muscle-bound arm around Payton’s shoulders, pulling her in tight against his body. He resisted the urge to growl as her curves fit perfectly against him. “I can’t imagine the deficiency you must feel when you gaze upon the pure beauty of this divine creature, I hold here in my arms.” Volos dropped his head to look straight into the dark pools of molten chocolate that were Payton’s eyes. “You seem to be ill-advised as to what a real man might want in a life partner. What you three are selling is laughable.” Volos looked to what the micro-mini Bambee was wearing as she tried to pull it down discreetly. “It’s ludicrous to think a man of worth would have any time to play around with the brainless, immature and nonsensical way you hold yourself.”
“Huh?” Bambee said.
“He said you’re a dumb slut and go put on some panties.” Payton mocked her with a laugh.
Bambee centered her eyes on Payton, lowering her chin in preparation of the verbal lashing she was about to unleash. “I hope you didn’t just come here to see Mr. Paxern? He isn’t in and won’t be for some time.” Bambee pushed her hip out the side in a poor attempt at a battle of wits with Payton.
The corner of Payton’s mouth turned up as she accepted the challenge. “I’m sure you’re just hiding him away for…” she looked around and leaned into a whisper, “… a good ‘vacuuming’ session later. Am I right?” Payton wiggled her eyebrows, she wanted this gagged-up cock jockey to get riled up, and by the red flush presently rushing up her cheeks Payton had her number.
“Well, I never,” Bambee huffed indignantly.
“Of course not.” Payton’s eyes went wide with her hands up, the theatrical performance Payton was engaged in just went up a notch. “I certainly would say your mouth should be called Hoover, however office talk by the water cooler says it could suck the paint off a wall… but…” Payton covered her mouth as she threw in a Gone with the Wind moment. “Frankly ma’ dear, I don’t give a damn.” Payton fluttered her hand under her chin. “I just want to talk to Mr. Paxern.”
Payton heard Volos chuckle under his breath at her goading of this imbecile, who was right now making fish faces as she gasped pockets of air, astonished at what she’d just been told.
“He is not here!” She struggled to speak over her rage at being called an office slut. “He won’t be here for weeks,” she spat, the red traveling up her neck and into her face was hitting a shade of a ripe tomato. “All his business is being handled out of the office. Good luck in getting a meeting with Mr. Quade. No one has ever seen him, I doubt you’d even get a glimpse of his office.”
Bambee’s venom was rippling through the air, raising the hairs on the back of Volos’ neck. This female was exactly the reason why he held no love for the human race. He glimpsed down at Payton who was glowing with excitement at having just baited this flaky female into telling her exactly what she wanted from the start, and yet this female was the reason why he questioned everything he thought he knew about the humans as a whole.
Payton looked up at him and grinned widely. “Oh well…” she shrugged happily, “… might as well go then, huh?”
Volos nodded and walked back to push the button on the elevator, it dinged immediately as it hadn’t been requested to move they both entered.
Payton locked eyes with a very hate-filled Bambee, as she punched the air again with the peace sign. “Suck-on, Hoover!” The doors slid shut and Payton burst out laughing. “She’s so easy to bait.” Payton laughed. “She wanted you though, big man.” Payton looked up at Volos and winked.
“She has nothing I’m interested in,” Volos stated.
“Yeah?” Raising an eyebrow with curiosity. “What are you interested in?” Payton was buzzing from her run in with Hoover. If she was true to herself, seeing a woman try to seduce Volos, made her fists clench. It’s not like I have ownership, I mean we are just friends, but…Payton thought to herself. Even her thoughts caught on the word friends, aren’t we? The question was left hanging in Payton’s mind. As the elevator doors slid open and Volos didn’t have a chance to answer, Kylee was waiting at the office, and now they had a new name to chase, Mr. Quade.
The words ‘I am interested only in you’ stained the front of Volos’ tongue as the elevator doors opened and he had to swallow back his response. Wait for the right time, he told himself with the comfort he needed, Volos wasn’t used to being on the back foot with females. He had spent many a night with a female of the clan, but never the desire to stay the night. When he looked at Payton, the thought of not staying the night caused him physical pain and anguish.
Fate, your timing is shit, he thought to the power above.
“V,” Payton said, clicking her fingers in front of his face, snapping him back from his daydream. “That better not be Hoover on your mind, her sucking power wouldn’t be worth the dust mites you would be left with.” She laughed as she teased him. “I’m going to the office. Will you please let Wyvern know about Mr. Quade and meet me there?”
Volos nodded and pulled out his cell. “No Hoover. Yes, Wyvern. Yes, office… got it!” He winked as Payton laughed, she turned and walked quickly off in the direction of the C.O.D.E. offices.
Jo walked into his chambers, his foot swung out and collected the corner of his wooden chair with enough force to launch it into the opposite wall, causing it to splinter into a number of large pieces. Jo’s fists began to turn white as he looked around for something else to hit. The walls of the palace were made of stone, so even though Jo was full of rage, he wasn’t stupid enough to hit the stone with his bare hand. Let’s face it that would never result in your favor.
Jo’s right hand reached back over his shoulder and grabbed the cold silver handle of his dragon tail whip. It wasn’t something he wore all the time, but with the alert having gone out across the warriors, full battle gear was called for. Jo’s fingers wrapped tightly around the barrel, his body immediately recognizing it as an extension of his arm.
The dragon tail whip was Jo’s weapon, he had trained with it since he was six years old, five days a week, fou
r hours a day—two before school and two after. The handle was only two inches longer than the span of his hand, the three-foot chain that hung from it was spiked at two-inch intervals with metal joints all the way to the end. When he flicked it through the air, it whipped exactly like that of a dragon tail and ripped anything and anyone apart without hesitation. Jo was a master at the dragon tail whip, his skills were unmatched. On a battlefield, his abilities to wield this tail of destruction had saved many a dragon’s life.
The muscles along Jo’s arm tightened as he extended with a power that was pure dragon blood. The sound of the chain rattling along the small link cages in which it was held down his back and around his waist, came loose allowing the chain to slide and release. Arcing it up and over his head, Jo used his chest full of oxygen to exhale as he brought the chain down slicing his desk in two. The chain went through the middle of the wooden desk like a hot knife through butter. The desk paused slightly as if a pure memory of what it was held it standing and then slowly the desk gave into the inevitable and caved into each half. Collapsing in the middle, the notebook fell into the gap, then piled onto it was the papers and empty coffee cups that had been sitting on the surface.
Jo stopped suddenly, the sharp movements of his chest as the oxygen intake expressed the frustration he was feeling, his white eyes looked at his desk that now laid in two separate pieces left him feeling empty. Jo shook his head, the whip hung loosely at his feet from the handle still tightly wrapped in his fingers.
“Do you feel better?” Ladon asked from the doorway.
“Keep walking, Ladon.” Jo didn’t make eye contact with his brother, his head tilted to the floor as he continued to stare at the desk.
“I was walking past, but then I saw you having an epic battle with a defenseless desk. I had to stop in case you needed back up, I know how dangerous these wooden enemies can be.” Ladon grinned.
Jo’s head turned slowly, his eyes making contact with that of his brother, the grin disappeared from Ladon’s face as Jo gritted his teeth. “I said… keep fucking walking.”
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