“I do not have a problem holding off my orgasm. In fact, it’s better if I do.” Each word was clipped. “And just how many men have you been with lately?”
As much as she wanted to both hit him and soothe him, Trinity had time for neither. The sense that something was wrong increased. Glancing out of the window nervously, she did her best to see in the darkness. The only light came from the now retracted control panel and that only let off enough to allow her to see Waylon. If her suspicions that they were being watched panned out, then that meant whoever was out there could see them but they couldn’t see him.
Instantly, another file from the A-mac decrypted in her head. Trinity bit back a scream as her mind accessed the broken information. A vision of a woman with long hair popped into her mind. She couldn’t make out a face, but she saw the long sniper rifle in the woman’s hand. An image of Waylon flooded through her, only in the vision he was spread out on the ground, not moving.
“Well, are you going to answer me?”
“No,” Trinity said as she kicked into RLS mode. It was then she noticed a small fuchsia pinpoint from across the way. That was an M825y6 sniper rifle marking if she’d ever seen one. The range on the weapon was quite extensive and Trinity knew they’d never get away fast enough. “Get down!”
“Answer my damn question!”
“Sexy and stupid. Just my luck.”
“Stupid?”
Shit, I said that aloud.
Knowing that his time was limited, Trinity launched herself at him, reaching for the lever that would release his seat back. She pushed off the dash with both feet, adding to the force of her body hitting his. They flipped over the seat and landed with a thud in the cargo portion of the vehicle. Waylon looked stunned beneath her and then pissed. He opened his mouth just as a blast rattled the entire vehicle.
Trinity pressed her body tight to his, hoping to shield him from any debris. Quickly, their positions changed. No longer was she the protector. Now, she was the protected. Trapped under his large body, she had little time to protest before another blast rocked them.
Waylon’s brown eyes shifted to pale blue as he snarled. Trinity drew in a deep breath. It was one thing to see him do this during battle. It was another to see the trick up close and personal. Her heart raced and the instinct to fight instead of run kicked in. She brought her knee up fast, hoping to catch him off guard. When he shifted quickly, blocking her progress, she realized that catching Waylon off guard wouldn’t be easy.
“Who is shooting at us and why?”
Trinity shook her head slightly. “I don’t know who or why.”
He bent his head down and sniffed her neck. “You lie but you don’t.”
Okay, that was weird.
Was she supposed to tell him the absolute truth? That she was a special agent whose planet downloads went berserk? Somehow, she didn’t think he’d buy that. If he did, what would happen to her? Simon had made it very clear that disclosing the RLS-69 program was not tolerated. He and his “associates” liked their privacy. They even killed to protect it. She didn’t think Simon would hurt her. Then again, she never thought he’d come in his pants while she demonstrated the art of seduction.
Waylon pressed his body against hers, causing his thick erection to dig into her. He caught hold of her wrists and pressed them above her head. “I should be angry with you. Furious, in fact. But all I can think about is fucking you senseless.” He pushed harder, grinding his pelvis against the soft pad of her pussy. “That will be your punishment. I’ll fuck you and then I might have to spank you for keeping things from me.”
The obvious threat didn’t scare Trinity one bit. It excited her, made her nipples pucker and her inner thighs tighten. She rubbed her body against his and almost begged him to take her. It didn’t matter that a crazed woman with a sniper phaser was attempting to kill them. It didn’t matter that Waylon didn’t trust her. All that mattered was how wet her pussy was and how very much she wanted his dick in it.
“Mmm, you’re wet for me. I can smell it.”
Trinity was just about to comment on Waylon’s bizarre choice of words when another large blast struck the vehicle. This time the impact proved to be more than the transport vehicle could withstand. Even though it was top of the line, it wasn’t made for a full-on attack.
Something snapped and popped next her head. Blue and white sparks shot out of a panel near her. Trinity hissed as one of the sparks came into contact with her cheek. The sudden pain brought her back from the edge of sexual madness. Instantly she did the only thing she could think of. She slammed her head into his.
Waylon jerked back, shocked that Trinity had resorted to head-butting him. That moment afforded her the opportunity to thrust him off her. In an instant, she was at the back hatch and flipping it open. At first, he assumed she wanted away from him but when she looked back, she motioned to him.
“We need to get the hell out of here. One more shot and this could explode.”
She thrust her tight little ass up in the air as she prepared to leap out of the vehicle. Waylon’s cock jerked wildly, wanting him to go to her, fuck her and claim her.
Claim her?
He shook the thoughts from his head just in time for another blast to strike. Trinity reached back and seized hold of his collar. She ripped him forward and they both tumbled out onto the parking lot. Waylon rolled fast and came to his feet. He turned to help Trinity up but found her standing next to him. She flashed him a knowing smile and then looked behind them.
“She’s close.”
“She?”
“Follow me.”
Waylon took a deep breath, soaking in the scents of the attacker. Trinity had been right. Whoever it was, was female. His supernatural senses had been dulled by lust and it was harder for him to hear now. Still, he knew the attacker was closing in on them.
While he highly doubted that a blast from a phaser, no matter what the voltage, would kill him, he knew it would kill Trinity. Why he suddenly felt the need to protect a prostitute he’d only just met was beyond him. But one thing was for certain, he’d not allow harm to come to her.
Grabbing Trinity’s hand, he pulled her toward the abandoned building they’d parked behind. He was impressed that she ran as fast as she did considering how high her heels were. Most women he knew had only learned to sashay, not run a marathon in high heels.
Waylon slammed into the door and sent it crashing inwards. Trinity gasped and he knew that his strength scared her and that bothered him. He didn’t want her to be afraid—he wanted her to be under him, over him, in front of him. Any way that allowed him to fuck her.
Waylon jerked her into the building with him and pulled up what limited supernatural magic he possessed to mask their presence. “She can’t find us now.” Trinity’s breath caught and he sensed her shock. Centering his gaze on her, he smiled wickedly.
Trinity licked her lower lip and the corner of her mouth drew up. The sexy look upon her face could have sent even the strongest of men to their knees and Waylon was no exception. If he hadn’t had his power raised then, he’d have fallen victim to the vixen before him. Already, he wanted to slam her against the wall and fuck her until she begged him to keep her. The idea of having her walk by his side for eternity was ludicrous.
Wasn’t it?
“Surprised?” he asked, trying to keep his thoughts from such things.
She nodded, but her response wasn’t what he expected. “Very, I didn’t know there were others like…”
“Like who?” Waylon watched her closely, trying to sense if she would lie to him. She’d piqued his interest with that comment. Hell, she’d piqued his interest the moment he first saw her.
Trinity’s gaze flickered over him as she seemed to weigh her words carefully. “Someone close to me has an energy that feels similar to yours.”
An energy similar to mine?
“Explain.”
She huffed and rolled her eyes. “Not that I owe you an explanation,
you arrogant prick, but there’s a man, an important man in my life, who can make the same buzzing, tingling feeling surround me. It also does the same thing to me.”
Pangs of jealousy stabbed through him. His hands burned for the change. The beast within wanted out, wanted to be free to kill the man who dared to be close to his mate.
My mate? Oh, gods I need to get away from her. She’ll be the death of me yet.
“A man?” He arched an eyebrow in question, needing to hear from her lips who this important man in her life was. “Maybe it’s your father or an uncle.”
Trinity snorted. “No way in hell! He’s no relation to me and that’s the only reason I’m close to him. He’s a saint next to my uncle.”
Shit.
Waylon hadn’t realized he’d spoken aloud. Trinity’s response only served to infuriate him more. “Are you fucking him?”
The hate that flashed through her eyes almost made him step back. He held his ground, his feet rooted firmly in place. She moved toward him, either unaware or unconcerned with the firestorm brewing within him. Her finger jabbed hard into his chest.
“Who do you think you are?” she demanded. “I don’t know you and I definitely don’t owe you anything, yet you expect me to answer questions about men who make me come. Do you hear me asking about your personal life? How many women have you fucked, Waylon? You seem very stuck on the whole prostitute thing. Are you into that sort of thing? Is that what it takes to get you off?”
Waylon brushed her insults aside, focusing only on her confession. “So you have fucked him.”
Waving her hand in the air, she turned to go back out to the parking lot. “You’re on your own, bucko.”
Panic pushed past the anger. Grabbing Trinity’s arm lightly, he pulled her back. Long flowing strands of dark brown hair fell over his arm and he gave in to the need to touch her again. His animalistic nature won out and he slammed her against the wall. “Yeah, baby. Fucking the hell out of you, knowing that you’re required to be here will do just fine.”
She opened her mouth and he took the opportunity to regain control of the situation. Pressing his mouth to hers, he licked along the edges of her lips and rubbed his body against hers. Trinity moaned into his mouth and he slid his tongue in.
Trinity tried her best to resist Waylon’s kiss but ceasing to breathe would have been easier to follow through with than that. Their tongues locked and their bodies simulated sex. It wasn’t long before her pussy was so wet that she felt it seeping down her inner thigh.
A sharp pain shot through her head and she found herself accessing an encrypted file without any prompting on her part. She closed her eyes. This time, she received a bit more about him. The file broke down and she hissed as the pain shot through her head again. She broke the kiss, pulling away quickly, grabbing hold of her temples. Waylon touched her shoulder and she tried to use his arm to steady herself.
Trinity blinked several times and looked up to find Waylon’s deep brown eyes staring back at her. If she didn’t know better, she’d have sworn he looked concerned. That was ridiculous. The man thought she sold her body for money and talked to her as one would talk to a pet they hated.
“You’ve got some explaining to do,” he said.
Another sharp pain ripped through her head and she received another spec of data. White-hot fire lanced through her head and down her neck. Trinity grabbed her head. “Waylon…figiutatio…annihilation of species…”
Waylon didn’t let her finish her sentence. He grabbed hold of her and shook her hard. “How the hell do you know about the figiutatio and who sent a prostitute to try to kill me—again?”
Trinity didn’t have a chance to answer. The buzzing in her head began again, only this time it wasn’t just painful, it was downright excruciating. Darkness swallowed her as a scream lodged in her throat.
Chapter Three
Trinity woke with a start and tried to sit upright in the large wood bed. Her brows drew together as she did her best to make sense of the scene. The planet was known for its trendy, state-of-the-art facilities. Not that the room wasn’t beautiful. In fact, that was the problem. The room was too beautiful. It reminded her of Simon’s personal quarters.
Even Restigatio had its fair share of blandness—especially within the prison itself. RLS Headquarters was different. While up-to-date and in most cases beyond innovative, Simon had found a way to give it a homey feel. Like that of the pictures Abbi had so often displayed for them of the planet Earth and how humans lived. Some of it seemed rather barbaric at times but as the planet had matured, so did its people.
Trinity wished she would’ve been able to see what it looked like firsthand. To know what the ocean felt like. To understand what it was like to live in one of the large homes in one of the neighborhoods that looked so much alike. Most of all, she wished she could know the love that seemed to radiate from the photos of families from that time frame.
Looking around the large room, she once again marveled at how very similar the furniture was to what Simon had in his personal quarters. He too had a wooden bed, beautiful artwork on the walls and thick fabric pinned in places that gave off an air of romance. The first time she’d ever seen anything like it had also been the first time she’d ever been in Simon’s quarters.
Agents weren’t permitted in Simon’s personal area. He’d not only summoned her to meet him there but yelled at her to come inside. To this day, she was unsure what it was Simon had wanted. All she could remember was seeing the beauty of his home, the wonder of the paintings, the furniture, the feel. It was then that he confessed that he knew full well she was half human. And it was then Simon told her that he had ties similar to hers as well.
Pulling her thoughts away from the similarity between the room she was in now and Simon’s made her take pause. Where was she? More importantly, who brought her here?
Much to her dismay, Trinity found that her wrists and ankles were bound with black cords to the tall posts of the large bed. Left spread-eagled, in only her black bra and panties, she stared around the room wide-eyed, doing her best to understand how she’d come to be here. If she had to lob another man’s head off she was putting in for a month vacation. If some exotic king came forth after she did it and tried to marry her off again, she was putting in for three months.
Trinity’s training taught her to remain calm at all times but in her gut she knew Waylon was in danger. Being tied up here meant that she couldn’t be protecting him. She pulled hard on her wrist, trying to activate her RL-com chip. “Simon! Simon, you need to fucking pick up! Something went wrong with the mission.”
“Yes, Simon, your little hooker didn’t kill her target,” a deep familiar voice said.
Trinity stared down the length of her body and watched in awe as Waylon appeared out of the darkness magically. He stood tall, his brown hair tousled. He’d lost the suit. In fact, he’d lost every stitch of his clothing.
Hard, rippled muscles covered his upper body, giving way to even more ridges on the path downward. Her gaze went to his ruddy cock and her mouth gaped as she saw the sheer size of it. The scary thing was, Waylon wasn’t even hard yet and he was bigger than she’d ever seen before. Fully erect, he would be downright terrifying.
“Like what you see there? Or see so many in your line of work that they all sort of run together?”
“What? Huh?” She tore her gaze away from his cock, directing it back up his washboard abs and tawny chest.
Oh, that’s not helping matters. Maybe I could beg to be blindfolded.
Waylon crawled onto the bed and she jerked, trying to free herself but not really wanting to get away. Her body sizzled with desire and she hoped that his plans were to ravish her. Gods willing, she’d ravish him if she was able to get free.
A feral smile crept over his handsome face. “Who is Simon?”
Shit!
Others weren’t supposed to know about Simon and the RLS-69 program. It wouldn’t do a lot of good if the entire galaxy knew
to watch out for undercover females. Deciding that avoidance was the best policy, Trinity tried to change the subject. “What’s a figiutatio?”
Waylon stopped and stared down at her. He tipped his head slightly, appearing to size her up. When his lips drew tight, she expected the worst. “You should know. After all, you were sent to seduce and then kill me.”
“What?” That didn’t sound like a mission Simon would send her on. Okay, so it did sound a little like her missions, but still, he wouldn’t have loaded files that portrayed Waylon in a victim manner. Something was wrong.
He touched her inner thigh and grinned. A claw erected from the tip of his finger and scraped hard against her skin. Amazingly, she didn’t scream. She jerked, thinking he was going for her femoral artery. But for some reason he didn’t even break the skin. Not that she wanted him to.
Waylon looked up at her with pale blue eyes and snarled. Trinity tried in vain to free herself from the cords that bound her. Each pull, each tug only left her wrists sore and her fingers numb.
A deep laugh came from Waylon, sounding anything but human. He licked his lips and his tongue seemed longer than it should. His teeth were definitely sharper than they should’ve been. He moved his body completely over hers, pressing his thick erection against her stomach as he licked her cheek. She stared up at him with wide eyes and waited for him to rip her throat out.
“What’s the matter, Trinity? Cat caught your tongue?” He snarled again, this time he sounded exactly like a large wild cat—like the ones she’d seen on so many clips from her RLS courses on animals of the worlds, past and present. He nuzzled his face into her neck and took in a deep breath. She waited for pain to follow. None did. Only pleasure tore through her as he pressed his hips harder against her, rubbing her clit through her thin panties.
He felt so good, so right, but he was a deadly predator—a species she wasn’t familiar with and that scared her. Being scared wasn’t something Trinity did often. So far, she not only feared him, she’d feared for him as well. What did that mean? Did she see him as more than a mission?
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