“Oh, Cyra,” he murmured as he was touched by her tenderness.
“I want to taste you,” she purred in attempt to slow down their love making. In the hotel, it was fast and frenetic. Now she just wanted to make him quiver and want more and more, just like she did.
“Sweetheart,” he gasped, as her hand stroked his erection. The feel of her fingers on his flesh made him burn extremely hot.
“Yes?” she asked, almost all the way down his body.
He seemed to forget how to think and once she found him, it was ten times worse. A groan slid from his lips, as the heat of her mouth made him crazy. Just that action alone was enough to make him want to lose total control.
As she teased the underside of him with her tongue, she could feel him shake. “More Chris?” she asked, taking him back in her mouth for slow, easy strokes of hand and lips.
“Hell yessssssssss!” he hissed. He was completely lost in the exquisite feeling of her making love to his body with just such simple actions. This had to be the most amazing feeling in the world. Then she released him to move back up his body, until she was perched above his hips.
“You taste really delicious, Christopher,” she said grinning down at him. The wild look in his eyes made her want to never stop doing it.
He struggled to catch his breath. It was official. He’d been struck mute and dumb.
Before he could say anything to her, she lowered herself onto his erection. He jerked as he fought for control as he closed his eyes and prayed that he would survive.
Cyra gave him a few seconds to regain focus, as she stared into his handsome face. God, her heart was so far gone. He owned her entirely and so quickly.
When he stared up into her eyes, blue meeting blue, she began moving. As she braced her hands on his chest, she began to slide him in and out on long delicious strokes.
“Oh Christ,” he muttered, afraid to look away for the fear Cyra would vanish from his sight. There was so much to say to her, and it was all ready to pour from his heart and soul. Chris would give her the world, the moon, and anything else she desired, just to feel this every day of his life. “Please don’t ever stop, Cyra,” he begged as he was enthralled by her body above his. Her full breasts bobbed, her slim hips felt so good with his palms resting there. When she started chewing on her bottom lip, his world shook around him.
“Chris,” she gasped as he arched up to drive deeper into her body. Everything started swirling with colors as the room ruptured apart and she exploded.
He heard his name on her lips, and could feel her tighten down on his body. Control was slipping, as he decided to stop fighting it, and just follow her lead. Pulling her down one last time, he poured hotly into her and filled the woman who he knew he loved more than anything in life.
God, he wanted to tell her, but Chris feared that she’d run.
For now, it would need to wait.
Cyra curled across his body with her head on his shoulder and warm breath on his neck. There weren’t words for how she felt now either. The house had been a big surprise, but not as large as the shock of finding the man who she would adore forever.
“Cyra,” he finally spoke.
“Yes, Christopher?” She wanted to tell him the three words that danced across the tip of her tongue, but decided to hold back. When the time was right, she’d take that chance.
“Thank you for living with me. I swear that you won’t ever regret it.”
There was no doubt of that, as long as this man was in her life.
* * *
Thursday Early Evening
When the search warrant came in, it was a free for all. They were incredibly shorthanded, since sending Cyra back with Chris. They had to utilize the police force on hand in Circle Rock.
They only hoped it wasn’t a big mistake.
Chief Lowry was there assisting, as they pulled the altar room apart. In it, they found all kinds of powders, herbs and even some of the illegal kind, but no list of names.
“Poor Arlen James is going to be sorry he screwed with us and didn't just hand over the list of his believers.” Had he complied, it would have meant them not finding the dope, the cameras that were illegally taping the ceremonies, and the sexual props.
“I’m thinking the man is sorry for a great deal of things,” replied Blackhawk as he boxed up the CD’s and placed them by the door. “How about you, me, popcorn and various sex acts for tomorrow?”
She glanced over at him as she snickered at his offer. Ethan’s hair was tied back, his shirt was unbuttoned at the collar and his sleeves were rolled up to reveal the strong and powerful arms that she loved so much.
“We should have someone watch them,” he stated and then moved closer to her body to whisper in her ear. “You smell really great, and I want to run my lips all the way down your body until you beg me to stop.”
She was forced to swallow. “Yeah, we’re going to need to go through them, since we don’t have a list of members. We’ll need to photo ID them one by one.” She wasn’t going to even address the comments that he had made, after the fact. It wasn’t easy to be professional when he was standing that close to her body.
As if on cue, her other sexy Native appeared out of the blue.
“What are you two talking about?” Callen asked, carrying a bag full of enhancements that he’d found in the other room.
“Sex,” Ethan responded unabashedly. “It seems to be in the air.”
Elizabeth shushed him as she tried to keep the men from talking so damn loud. She didn't need everyone in the building hearing their sexy talk. At one point, it would have mortified Ethan, but apparently not any more.
“Well count me in,” Callen stated as he too began whispering.
“What’s in the bag, Cal?” she inquired as she pointed to the package in his arms. It looked like quite a few empty prescription pill bottles.
“Guess who was drugging up the participants too? It’s almost a year’s supply of erection in a bottle, and the prescriptions were filled only three weeks ago. Arlen couldn’t have used this many pills in that time, or he’d be walking wood.”
She snorted. “Thanks a lot for that. Now, I have a good visual there.”
“Yeah, no one has that much sex,” Callen stated.
Ethan looked at his brother. Did the man forget what went on in their lives? “Oh, we’re pretty high up there.” Then he wiggled his eyebrows lecherously as his hand caressed her on the behind. “Right, sweet cheeks.”
Elizabeth loved him so much, despite the inappropriateness of his comment. “You’re out of control, love bug.”
“Look what I found!” yelled Officer Murphy. “I pulled out a drawer and there was a box full of this powder stuff. Didn't you say the killer was using it on the altars?”
Elizabeth took the bag from him and opened it. Reaching in, she rubbed some on her fingers and took a whiff. “Yeah, this is it. Good work, Officer Murphy, see what else you can find.”
The man rushed away to locate more evidence. He was like a big, old, cop puppy dog, and he was having the time of his life.
“Don’t go sniffing that too much, Lyzee. Who knows what kind of psychotropic effect it has on a person.”
She lowered her voice. “I suddenly feel very horny and like I want to have incredibly wild sex out in the car.”
Ethan retracted his previous statement. “Keep sniffing.”
Callen kept digging through the bag without batting an eyelash. “I’m stealing some for later.”
She shook her head and laughed.
“Boss!” Christina called as she waved her arm to get their attention. She was working on the altar and had found something. “I used the black light, and so you know, you’re going to want to disinfect with morgue spray when you get back. I would actually recommend it a couple times.”
Elizabeth shuddered at the mere idea of what they were walking on and touching.
“I found fluids, and you can fill in that blank, but I also found blood. Sh
e moved the light until it glowed.
“Test it and see what you find,” Ethan said. “We know they used women here, but we don’t know what else happened here while everyone was hopped up on Viagra and pot. That’s a mix that can go ugly fast.”
Glancing down at her watch, Elizabeth was monitoring their time. “We have to be out of here in one hour, boys. I have my very first coven meeting to attend tonight.”
Christina stared at her. “I’m sorry, boss, but you may need to repeat that. I could have sworn you said…”
“Didn't you hear? I’m becoming a witch,” Elizabeth stated, grinning.
True to form, Christina didn't miss a beat. “I see. You may be a little confused though. The word we all use to describe you doesn’t start with ‘W’ it starts with ‘B’, and let me reassure you that you’re already there, no need to become one.”
The three started laughing.
“I’m going to miss you, Christina,” Elizabeth said, offering her a fist bump.
“Same here, Director Blackhawk. Same here.”
After making love again in the shower, Chris began packing for the next few days in Circle Rock. He couldn’t believe that when they came back, she was going to be here with him. It astounded him.
“How long do you think that it will take to move all your things?” Chris inquired as he watched her sitting in his reading chair. She was wearing one of his t-shirts and her legs were dangling over the one arm.
“Well, I can’t bring all my things. You don’t need a second set of furniture here, so I’ll mostly have to just pack up my clothes and personal things. I think I can place the rest in storage in case I ever need it again.”
He had news for her, she wasn’t ever moving out.
“What are you thinking about, Christopher?” she asked as she noticed his expression had changed.
“I was picturing us sharing a closet.”
Cyra laughed at his excitement. It was absolutely adorable. “Is it big enough?”
He nodded.
“Then I can’t wait. I’m going to go shoe shopping when I get back too. With all that room I need to increase my collection of incredibly scandalous heels. A big closet is every girl’s dream come true.”
He had the picture in his head. “I think I’d like to see you wear them, if you don’t mind.”
She knew where his mind was going with it, and she didn't mind in the least. “Yeah, that works for me.”
Chris had to get away from her for a few minutes, or he was going to be all over her again. As much as he loved sex all night long, yeah like that ever happened before, he knew they needed to catch some down time too.
“How about you grab some wine out of the chiller downstairs and two glasses? I’ll meet you on the couch, and we can discuss how fast to get you moved in here.”
She stood as Rex entered the room. The dog took one look at the bed and jumped up on top of it.
“Uh, he’s found a spot. We’ll have company from now on,” Cyra laughed.
Chris didn't care. If she loved the dog, he loved him too. “The bed is big enough, so why not?”
“Don’t keep me waiting long,” she purred, walking from the room.
Chris knew that she had nothing to worry about. Whenever she called, he would certainly come running.
In the kitchen, she located the wine but couldn’t find the glasses, until she glanced up. Hanging above the island was the rack. Cyra knew that with Chris being six feet tall, he could easily reach them, but because she was shorter, they were going to have to be lowered a little bit.
It still amazed her that she was going to be living in this giant mansion. It was absolutely crazy. One minute she was a cop, then agent, and now dating a man who made her absolutely giddy with love.
Life was full of twists and turns, and they happened without a single warning.
Going up on her toes, her fingers just barely touched the stem. Using the island to brace herself, she boosted up slightly and finally achieved her goal.
As she dropped down, someone grabbed her arm and scared the hell out of her. As Cyra spun, the glass fell from her fingertips, and she screamed bloody murder.
Chris was on his way down the big mahogany staircase to their kitchen to find her. As his foot hit the last step, he heard Cyra’s shriek. It was horrible and sounded like there was another assault in progress. Racing through the living room and into the kitchen, he found the woman he loved, being backed into a corner by the woman who gave him life.
“Mother!” Chris shouted as he raced to stand in front of Cyra. Now, he got why she was so afraid. Belladonna Leonard had Igor on her hand and was using him as a weapon to scare her.
Pulling Cyra to his back, he could feel her bury her face into his shoulder blade as her body shook violently against his.
“Hello, son. It seems you have a stranger in your house,” she stated as she stroked Igor. “But we handled it just fine, didn't we little love?”
There was a strangled sob from the woman he adored. “Mother, this isn’t a stranger! It’s my girlfriend, and she’s afraid of spiders, so put him away!”
The woman shrugged and wandered away, talking lovingly to the arachnid.
Chris was incredibly sick to his stomach over everything that had just happened. “Oh God, sweetheart I’m so sorry!” He turned and pulled her into his body. Again, he was worried she was going to pass out as she hyperventilated. “He’s gone and so is my mother. It’s okay,” he crooned, running his hands soothingly over her back. “I’m here.”
Cyra had been warned. Chris told her that the house was haunted and his mother popped up all the time. She just didn't expect her to do so with a spider on her hand.
God! This was a disaster.
When he looked into her face, Chris could see she was regaining her composure. “How about I put you up on the counter so you don’t cut yourself, and I’ll clean up,” he stated, picking her up to keep her off the floor
“I’m sorry. She caught me off guard,” she apologized. “I’ll try and adjust to Igor.”
“Cyra, you don’t have to say that. Everyone has a big fear in life. Yours is just here in this house,” he muttered the last part, “with my freaking mother.” He had fears too, and the big one was that Cyra was going to walk out the door and never come back.
She closed her eyes and took some deep breaths. “I’m okay now,” she replied. “I’ll help you clean the mess up,” Cyra offered as she hopped down off the counter.
As they knelt side by side, she rested against him.
“Do you want me to kick her out?” he asked quietly. If she wanted him to, he would do it.
Cyra shook her head, knowing that she couldn’t ever make him do that. It was the only parent he had in life. “As long as that eight legged menace is gone, I’ll be fine. I can handle your mom.”
She held the dustpan as he swept the debris into it.
“I’m making her take him and his terrarium tonight. I don’t need you to wake up with him in bed.”
“Ugh.” That had to be the worst thought ever. She actually shuddered at the visual in her head.
“Do you want me to get dressed and drive you home?” he asked as fear filled him.
That sentence made her heart skip in her chest. “Why? You don’t want me here anymore?”
Chris was horrified that she even thought that. “NO! I want you to stay. I just know what’s coming and I’m trying to protect you.”
Cyra suddenly wanted to cry. Already, she could feel him retreating back behind the cool veneer that he used when he was hurting. “What do you think is coming, Christopher?”
It was time to stop discussing it. Everything that happened was already pushing her towards the door. Cyra had easily accepted his scary house and wanted to live with him. Why, he would never know, but now there was more mess on the horizon.
“Chris?”
He ignored the question. “Let’s go sit down. She’s going to want to meet you,” He dreaded that mom
ent. It never went well and was a big reason he was still a bachelor at his age.
“Okay, Christopher.”
He poured them both a glass of wine. Chris had a feeling they were going to need it. Maybe, he should whip out a bottle of tequila too and give her a few shots.
“Are you sure you can handle dealing with her, Cyra? I’ll be more than happy to have her go home, and we can do this another night.” Yeah, after they were living together and married. Then she couldn’t desert him.
Cyra declined that offer. She was big into facing things head on and not hiding. “No, I don’t mind. She’s just another person, and all that I have to do is treat her like I would want to be treated,” she stated.
Oh, fiery gates of hell.
This was going to be one big disaster.
~ Chapter Twelve ~
It didn't take long to return to the hotel and prepare for the night’s festivities. As she stood in the bathroom, she examined herself in the mirror. The flowing white gown fit her perfectly, and slid down her body as if it was made for her. The cleavage was cut low, showing off all her baby made assets. Thanks to motherhood, she had filled out nicely. Around her throat sat the necklace that Callen had purchased for her, and on her finger was Ethan’s ring.
Did she believe that they actually kept her safe?
Not really, but if the men needed that reassurance, so be it, and who was she to question it.
Now, it was time to finish getting ready.
It had taken a while to decide what to do with her hair. Rarely did she wear her hair down in public, only because it was too big and bulky. Most of the time, she wore it pulled back, out of her face and way. Both men loved it long, or she’d have cut it a long time ago. It was to the point that it was getting cumbersome. Tonight, she was going to let it free. God help them all.
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