Lockdown: A Veiled Alliance Story

by Devlin, Delilah

  “Because she’s fighting me,” he gritted out.

  “Shhh, baby,” Billy whispered. “Let him do it. When you relax, it’ll get good. I promise.”

  Gillian dropped her arms and slumped again, shaking as a chill slid down her spine like ice water, flowing down, then spreading outward. When the heavy weight in her back lifted, she sucked in a deep breath.

  It was just a dream. Vlahos hadn’t just entered her body and sucked the life force out of her. But why then, did she feel so enervated? “Can’t move,” she whispered, nuzzling Billy’s chest.

  “You done?” Billy growled.

  “Almost,” Vlahos said, amusement in his voice. “Still want that orgasm her body’s been working on.” He stroked, in and out, his hands gripping her hips hard as he pumped.

  And then, when she didn’t think she could take the burning stretch a second longer, he erupted in a rushed frenzy, hammering, wringing a dry, raspy shout from her.

  He withdrew slowly, bent and kissed her buttocks, then padded away. The door creaked open behind her. “Tell her,” came his voice, sounding oddly hollow.

  Gillian drifted upward from her dreams, her body soaked in sweat. Her legs spread wide over narrow hips. Her hand rested on a hard, satin-smooth chest. She jerked her head up and stared down at Billy in horror.

  Billy wrapped his fingers hard around the tops of her hips and held her to him, locked to his body by the cock still stuck deep inside her juicy cunt. “Glad to see you finally woke up,” he muttered, matter-of-factly. “Thought you were gonna sleep through the entire thing. Bad for my ego.”

  She pressed her hand against his chest, and the other came up and pushed back the wealth of her dark brown hair. Her eyes blinked. Her body shivered.

  “Must have been some dream. Thought for sure you were just teasing me, you were so hot for it.”

  How the hell…? She quivered, wondering if she was losing her mind. “I’m burning.”

  “Still sore from yesterday? I can take it easy.”

  “No…my ass,” she muttered.

  “Sorry, I played there,” he said, strumming his fingers over her asshole. “Thought you were getting into it.” His fingers withdrew, and a relieved sigh slid between her lips. “Look, I can stop if you like. I probably shouldn’t have done this. But you never answered my knock. I was worried—there being an escaped prisoner out there and all.”

  She eased down against his chest, sighing as his arms closed around her. “You’d do that? Stop? You’re fucking hard.”

  “Nothing I can’t take care of on my own,” he said, kissing the top of her head. “Been there before.”

  She nuzzled closer. “Don’t stop. But I’m so tired. Can’t move. Would you do me?”

  “Do you?”

  She felt him smile against her cheek. “Fuck me.”

  “My pleasure.” He rolled, coming over her. Her legs wrapped around him because she didn’t want him slipping out. When he had her under him, fully, he pushed deeper. “You, okay?”

  “Better. Bad dream.”

  “Tell me about it.”

  She shook her head, her mouth pulling downward. “Too damn real.”

  “Tell me.”

  Gillian nuzzled her cheek against his. “We were fucking…”

  “So far, doesn’t sound like a nightmare to me,” he drawled.

  “Vlahos was there. The new guy. He was doing my ass.”

  “More doing going on,” he said, shaking his head. “Should I be jealous he had your ass first.”

  Her eyes filled, but a smile began to tremble on her lips. “He was fucking me from behind, and then he shoved his arm through my back and grabbed my heart.”

  His arms tightened around her. Large, hard hands roamed her silky back. “No gaping hole. It was just a dream, sweetheart.”

  “I know. Bad first couple of days.”

  “Sorry, about that. Want to call in sick?”

  Wouldn’t that be bliss? But only if he stayed with her. Like this. Bodies so close, a slip of paper couldn’t fit between them. “Just need this. You, giving it to me hard.”

  “That I can do. Hold on, baby.”

  Billy cursed silently—at Gabriel, at himself. Gillian looked shattered. Funny thing was, he felt the same way. He’d thought this was all about helping out a buddy get his mojo on, but Gillian had gotten to him. Was getting to him now. Her snug little cunt was working his cock, giving him sexy caresses she probably wasn’t even aware of.

  He’d been in his truck, heading for home, when Gabriel had appeared in the seat beside him.

  Billy had gasped, his hands curling tight around the steering wheel. “I hate when you do that, man.”

  “About shit yourself?”

  Billy aimed a lethal glare at his friend. “I assume you have something you want me to do?”

  He’d had someone he’d wanted him to do. All it took was Gillian’s name spilling from Gabriel’s lips and he’d turned the truck around.

  Now, he was stroking into her, gliding his cock in and out, more gently than he wanted because her inner passage was hot, likely abraded from the rough sex of the day before. She liked to act tough, but she was still soft, vulnerable woman on the inside.

  He came up on his hands, and she slipped hers between them, stroking his chest, plucking at his chest hair and his nipples. He growled. “Keep it up, and I won’t be able to hold back.”

  “I’m so juiced, I’m ready to go, too. Do it. Take me.”

  Billy closed his eyes, wanting to concentrate on the feel of her beneath him instead of thinking about the fear bleeding away from her pinched face. He could give her this. He could keep her safe. He’d figure out a way without letting the creatures he played with ever touch her again. Gabriel would have to find another mark. He wasn’t having her again.

  She stirred beneath him, her body beginning to blend with his, meeting his strokes. He ground inward at the end of each thrust, making sure he rasped against her clit. She was shivering hard, coming apart, and so was he.

  With the wet sounds they made, the feminine grunts and groans that filled his ears, and the way her fingers dug into his skin as tension and friction built, he was almost there.

  He paused, eased her legs from his hips and looped his arms beneath her knees, pressing them higher. “Can you take me deeper,” he said, slamming into her.

  “God,” she said, her head digging into the pillow. “Faster.”

  He settled his knees closer to her bottom and hammered, sweat breaking on his skin. When the first little convulsions began to ripple along his shaft, he let go, plunging as hard and deep as he could reach until he felt as if his head was exploding. The pressure in his balls snapped and hot come jetted, flooding her, coating him inside her.

  Fuck! He hadn’t used a goddamn condom. Damn Gabriel and his games.

  Gillian sobbed beneath him, her hands clutching and letting go, her body jerking against his until at last she lay still. He didn’t want to stop rocking against her for long moments as their breaths grew even. Finally, he groaned and sank his forehead on the pillow beside her. “Got an alarm clock set?”

  “Mmm-hmm” was all the answer she could muster.

  He rolled to his side, taking her with him, still locked together at the groin. After they arranged their limbs comfortably, he kissed her lips. “Sleep. No more dreams. I’ve got you now.”

  His gaze rose beyond her, to Gabriel whose ethereal form remained beside the window. Gabriel looked over his shoulder and mouthed the words. “Tell her.” Then he was gone.

  A lead weight settled in his chest. Gabriel was right. But Gillian wasn’t going to believe it. And he didn’t have time, not and have her lose more precious sleep. They’d exhausted her as it was.

  He’d tell her after tomorrow night’s shift. And he’d watch out for her. All he had to do was make it through one more night, and they’d catch a three-day break. Plenty of time then for her to get used to the idea of the demon’s walking among them.

/>   Chapter 5

  A horse nickered softly as it passed, its tail swishing behind it. Gabriel’s glance rose to the officer astride the horse. His expression was bored behind dark sunglasses.

  Wiping the sweat beading on his forehead against the sleeve of his coverall, Gabriel speared The Wizard with a glare. “Might go a little faster if you actually dug that shovel into some dirt,” he muttered.

  Randy Means gave him a tight-lipped smile and sidled closer. “Haven’t figured out why you’re here. Maybe you should just tell me.”

  “Maybe for the same reason you are,” Gabriel said, playing it by ear.

  The inmate’s smile turned into a reptilian leer. “Careful you don’t get in my way.” He sliced his shovel down, just missing the toe of Gabriel’s running shoe. “We both know what happened to Lawson.”

  Gabriel snorted, pretending unconcern. “I’m not to your taste.”

  Means gave a quick shake of his head, and a tic pulsed beside his eye. “I can make exceptions.”

  Repulsed by his weird, quirky jerks and the memory of Lawson’s demise, Gabriel murmured, “Sounds like fair warning. But maybe I don’t want it. Maybe I just want to see what you’re going to do with it.”

  “You’re here. Now. It’s no coincidence. If you’re not from the shadows, we’re not fighting on the same side.”

  “Maybe I’ve just lost my way and want to go back.”

  The Wizard eyed him warily then slowly nodded. “I might be able to help you there.”

  “How?”

  Means snorted. “Think I’m going to give it away? You’ll have to earn it. And I have to be sure which way you bend. Maybe I’ll need a sacrifice. Something to prove you’re with me.”

  “I don’t eat flesh,” Gabriel said, not bothering to hide his disdain.

  “Then how are you feeding?”

  “Priest. She’s my host.”

  “Ahhh…and there I was hoping I’d be the first to take a bite.”

  Gabriel glared. “She’s mine.”

  “If you want to keep her that way, you know you’ll have to give me something else.”

  Gabriel’s shovel bit the dirt again before he said softly, “Another ‘escape’, and they’ll lock us down so tight we won’t be able to get back out here. You want something from this mound. I don’t think you’re willing to blow the chance.”

  Means’s upper lip lifted from his teeth. “Blood, then. Not a death. Make it happen. Make it…impressive. I could use another show of strength to bind the men to us.”

  Gabriel nodded. “Blood, then. Tonight.” He glanced around at the men scurrying around the site, officers on horses with loaded shotguns, a white-haired archeologist directing the diggers, all prisoners, now that the heavy equipment had been pulled back. Beside the elderly man stood a woman, her dark, striking features marking her as the tribal rep to make sure the ancestors’ remains were treated with respect.

  Most of the prisoners worked with shovels and short whisk brooms, clearing one site that appeared to be a garbage pile of splintered bone and crockery. Gabriel and Means dug in another spot below the crest of the hill, closer to the river.

  He’d kept his eyes open for artifacts that looked out of place. So far, nothing had been recovered that didn’t fit the primitive culture. Perhaps this was a wild goose chase, and maybe the horde leaders who ruled the shadows had jumped to similarly wrong conclusions after the Spanish-Aztec sword hilt had been found. Maybe the artifact had been a localized phenomenon, specific to Montezuma’s city.

  He stuck his shovel into the dirt, gave it a shove with his heel, and stopped at a metallic thud.

  The Wizard straightened and turned slowly. His gaze went around them to see if anyone else had heard, and then he bent casually, picking up a rock from the bottom of the pit and tossing it out. “Quickly, before anyone else notices,” he whispered.

  Gabriel pulled his shovel free. The Wizard dug with his bare fingers in the loosened dirt. Something glinted as he cleared it.

  Before Gabriel could get a close look at it, the wizard stuffed it inside the waist of his coverall, under the elastic of his briefs, and stood. He shot Gabriel a warning glance then crawled out of the pit, heading toward the port-o-potty that had been dropped beside the work site.

  Gabriel cursed, knowing there wasn’t a thing he could do for now. If he alerted the staff to the find, it would be whisked out of reach. And he needed to know what it was first and how the demon planned to use it.

  He struck his shovel in the soil again. Damn, it was going to be a long day.

  * * *

  Gillian woke when a heavy hand smoothed over her bottom and squeezed. Not an unpleasant way to start her day.

  She rolled to her side and placed her hand atop Billy’s, and then slowly blinked her eyes open. His gaze was sliding down her body, as though reacquainting himself with all the interesting parts. She knew because he paused over her nipples before sliding to her mound. Lifting her thigh, she hooked it over his hip, a clear invitation for him to touch what he’d ogled.

  His hand slid from under hers, and fingers prodded her sex. “Always wake up wet?”

  “Depends on the company.” She quirked an eyebrow. “Do you always wake up hard?”

  His smile was slow and wicked. “He’s been remembering a thing or two.”

  “A mind of his own?”

  “What can I say? I’m a guy. Sexy girl beside me, and my brains head south.”

  Gillian stretched, arching her back, scraping her nipples purposely against his chest. They tightened, an electric prickle sending charges of arousal toward her womb. When his fingers swirled inside her, diving deeper, her hips began to move. “I’m gonna come quick,” she warned, biting her lip.

  “Go for it. I have plans for that mouth of yours when you’re done.”

  A laugh caught her by surprise. She was more than amenable to giving him his wish since she hadn’t been finger-fucked for anything more than foreplay to the main event in a long, long time. Taking turns sounded…fun.

  He slid his free arm beneath her, and she snuggled closer, resting her head on his shoulder, and then tilting back to watch him with her eyes half-closed. His cheeks began to warm with color, his nostrils flared—to pick up the scent of sex that deepened with her arousal?

  Then she couldn’t think any more about it, because a gentle orgasm was beginning to build, because his thumb started to toggle her clit as he stroked her with his thick fingers. Suddenly, she moaned, overcome at last, pumping against his hand.

  His lips glided along her cheek. “Like that?”

  “Mmm-hmm,” she said drowsily. But then she felt the nudge his massive cock against her belly, and she knew what he was asking.

  Time to get down to the business of blowing his “mind.”

  She pressed against his chest forcing him to his back. He pulled his fingers from her and put his arm under his head to raise it. To watch her.

  Gillian straddled his thighs and bent over him. Her fingers raked the whorls of dark brown hair that furred his massive chest, tightening to tug, and then she leaned over a flat brown nipple and teased the hard little point at its center with the tip of her tongue.

  His free hand clamped over the top of her head, and he pushed gently, urging her down his body, and she couldn’t do more than press random kisses along his ribs and hard abdomen before she arrived at his straining sex.

  He was already engorged, his cock stretching just beyond his belly button, and she marveled at the thought that she’d taken it inside her. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, and although they were long, they didn’t meet. Her pussy clenched as she remembered how well he’d filled her.

  However, he wasn’t going to let her take time to admire him. His fingers thrust through her hair and forced her head over the tip. “Let me see,” he whispered harshly.

  Growling, she reached up and disengaged his hand from the top of her head and pulled her hair to the side so that he had an unimpeded view. Then she
struck out her tongue and lapped the outside his shaft, stroking upward and swirling her tongue, closing her eyes because he tasted of sex, smelled of humid, musky man, and the taut skin stretched around his cock felt like warm satin. Suddenly, she felt ravenous. She climbed off his legs to kneel beside him.

  Billy slid his legs apart and she scooped a hand between them to cup his heavy balls. With one hand gripping his shaft and the other massaging his sac, she bent again, swallowing the crown, tightening her lips just below the ridge surrounding it to suction, while her tongue swirled over the soft, rubbery tip.

  “Sweet fuck,” he groaned.

  Gillian came off him and met his hot gaze. She licked her lips and gave him a little smile before sinking again and taking him deeper into her mouth. Her jaws widened as she bobbed downward; her lips stretched. God, she’d never been with a man built like this. Just the thought of his massive cock had her pussy pulsing, cream sliding down her thighs.

  She ruthlessly shoved back thoughts of her own escalating need and wrapped both hands around his shaft, squeezing him between them, then twisting in the moisture she’d left, pumping up and down as she took him deeper into her throat.

  His thighs hardened like tree limbs, the muscles laddering his abdomen rippled and jumped.

  Gillian groaned around him, sweeping her hands up while her head sank toward him, then pulling away, sucking hard, and getting into a rhythm that grew steadily faster. His cock heated with the friction of her hands. Her jaws began to ache, and she paused when she had him deep inside her and swallowed, letting him feel the back of her throat open and close around him, a caress that had his jaw tightening and his knees rising so that he could flatten his feet on the mattress and leverage his hips to plunge into her mouth.

  “Jesus…fuck!” he ground out.

  Suddenly he jackknifed up, his hands landing on her shoulders, and he turned her, shoving her to the mattress on her belly. Again, his hands gripped her—her hips this time—fingers biting in a bruising grip to lift her ass. His cock prodded her folds once before sinking, balls-deep inside her.