Be All

by Marie Wathen

  No positive identification has ever been made on the bastard and that’s where I come in. My role is to get close to The Witch, work alongside her as security, gain her trust, and get in on the operation. Jeopardizing not only losing my job, but greatly increasing the potential of dying or losing someone close, I can’t have her finding out about my involvement with the police force. This is my main motivation for staying in character. Nothing and no one can distract me from being successful and assisting my team on bringing down scumbags like Dr. A and his minions.

  My secondary job, which came down directly from one of the department heads acting under former A.G Reno, is keeping the girl living with The Witch safe. By any means necessary, this is my job. Rumor has it that her protection is a personal favor to said department head and the girl’s welfare is of utmost importance. It’s unnecessary to commit twenty-four hour coverage on her at this time; besides, with a team this size we just don’t have the manpower. Those orders will have to change after today.

  Tonight at the very last minute, and against my better judgment, I attended my twin brother Morgan's welcoming party, but remained acting under my role as inauspicious citizen. I haven't seen Morgan in a year and don't anticipate a heartwarming reunion considering our last encounter ruined our relationship beyond repair.

  During last night’s surveillance, Sam heard a confirmation order that the girl is to be injured but not killed. “Not yet” was the terminology used that bothers me most. With a bulls-eye on her back, my mission is finding her and preventing the assassin’s success. With most everyone from the island attending tonight, I expect her here as well. The girl eluded me near the city center today and I hope I’m not too late on finding her.

  Regarding my brothers homecoming celebration, if it weren’t for work purposes I certainly wouldn’t be here. However, the guise of restoring my relationship with him presented itself and became the perfect cover story. A damn good guise it is too because I will never trust my bastard of a brother again. Morgan pursues everything I have desired with a purpose to possess or destroy. Making it his mission, he plays a major role in annihilating every connection that I hold dear, including the relationship with my parents.

  I can’t really give Morgan all the credit for the shitty relationship between my father and myself. Dad managed to screw it up after demanding I come on board with the family business, but I refused. However important that is, it was nothing in comparison to his meltdown after discovering the potential for Sam and me. With only the excuse of wanting me to remain in good standing with the family business, he disagrees with my and Sam’s general involvement.

  Complicated by the strict secrecy of this assignment, our relationship goes deeper than he can ever know. However, my overhearing a heated conversation between him and my mother about Sam is the heart of our dysfunction. It severed our connection without a potential of restoration. Hiding it is imperative because the ones that I love will be destroyed by their betrayal. I could never hurt Sam by telling her, so I will take it to my grave.

  Like dad, Morgan is also a manipulator. He exploits everyone and every situation for his own gains. He’s selfish and no one is worthy enough to change him. The things they both have done are unforgivable, so it’s with valid doubts that I suppress my hostility and force myself to be the better man, a truly selfless act on my part. Is it an attempt to put some of our past behind us?

  Fuck that shit!

  After turning over my car keys to the valet, I enter the castle and take a few minutes to appreciate its true beauty. Working closely with The Witch, I have been here on numerous occasions as her bodyguard. Although I haven’t seen a potential threat during any of her secretive meetings, she insists on having me escort her. Being here for the first time at night without her is unusual and I notice a strange sensation hit me as I walk through the front doors. I’m already on alert for the potential of making contact with Dr. A., but this may be a new threat – possibly the assassin.

  Diligently scanning the front ballroom for my beautiful little target, I carelessly allow the most exquisite woman approach me from behind. Rocked to my core, her touch and audacious flirting startles me. Instinctively, I grab her and yank her petite body into the darken corner of the front entrance. Immediately enchanting, steel eyes take me prisoner, harness the rhythm of my heartbeat, and then bound the universe. An unusual current that seems to travel from her to me briefly throws me off kilter. It almost feels like déjà vu awareness, but I don’t recall meeting this phenomenal creature. And believe me, she is fucking unforgettable.

  Holy hell, where has she been all my life?

  Not wanting her to think I’m a douche bag for gawking at her, I manage to avert my attention away from her eyes but fall victim to a tempting, candy colored pout. A sublime shiver rushes all over her perfect figure. In a wild frenzy, I grasp her by the arms when I recognize that her body is weakening.

  Did she just fucking get lightheaded because of our frozen stare or could she see in my eyes how captivating I find her?

  Fuck no, that’s wishful thinking, dumbass. Women don’t shiver or pass out at your touch.

  Distracting my mind from such bullshit, I wink with a smile and become conscious of her asking if I’m waiting for her. Some internal, distant voice affirms that I’ve been anticipating her for an eternity. Hoping that she receives my words as charismatic and not sinister, I angle down to the petite beauty’s face, confessing that I have been waiting my entire life. Momentarily dazed, I watch as my breath lightly blows around wisps of her silky dark hair and anticipate a mirroring grin, but instead my reward is an intensely responsive reaction. She fucking moans. Before I can react to the sexy little sound, her body sways and I move swiftly, catching her and balancing her upright.

  In the darkness, I see her eyes shifting and a wild panic alerts me that she’s making a break for it. Turning, she tangles and begins falling. Before I allow anything to happen to her I seize her body, crushing her to my chest. Seeing her chest clear from this angle, I lose myself in the bounce of her breast with each laboring intake. Her dress dips low in the front and her cleavage is right there in my face. Another soft moan from those pouty lips and I can’t deny any longer that she’s turning me on, but are her physical reactions because she’s getting hot too?

  Yes Baby, I want you hot for me.

  An urgent need to possess her consumes me and my arms instinctively wrap solid around her precious body. Pulling her against me, my face encounters her dark mane and I must smell it. Taking a deep breath, I struggle to keep my shit together because she fucking smells like heaven.

  “Damn Baby, you smell fucking incredible,” slow and raspy, I manage to speak. While holding my woman as she clings to me, I slide my lips lightly against her ear like it is a natural maneuver. Needing access to her neck, I gently brush aside the feathery strands.

  I’ve got to get these damn stray hairs out of my way, I need to taste her.

  Closing my eyes, I move my hand away to revel in her scent. Pulling my hand against her flawless cheek, a smile breaks across my face when I see the flush and feel the warmth.

  She blushes for me. I’m going out of my fucking mind. I need more of her now.

  “Ah hell, I love putting this pink in your cheeks.”

  Hearing her whimper, my hand slowly slides along her jaw line; dominantly, I wrap my massive hand around her delicate neck. Feeling a twitch with our sensual dance, I gather her fully into my arms. Heat from her sizzling back warms through my shirt as I grind into her ass once. Overwhelmingly in love with our contact, and aware that I’m about to come apart, I control my breathing against her hot flesh.

  I can’t take much more of just barely touching her. Can she feel how much I want her? Oh fuck, I need to tell her.

  I growl deeply, “Damn Baby.” My, fucking lord. Lobbing her head over my shoulder, she grants permission and I take the sweet offering. However, stealing is what it feels like when I barely restrain myself from biting; instea
d, I only graze my teeth. Digging her hand into my hair and scratching her nails against my scalp, I ultimately concede ownership of my body over to her.

  I sense she’s not brazen, but there’s no doubt she’s harboring a wanton minx. I feel her backside cleavage trussing my full length. I’ve never felt anything more amazing. Now I want nothing more than to rip her silly little dress to shreds, but I must contain my desire. Swirling air around us clears the heady fog as I nuzzle against her redden flesh. Moaning again, I’m mindful that she could easily be mine and I growl needing to mark her as such.

  Unable to leave my hands resting, I lift them from around her waist, edging up her ribcage, and graze the underside of her full breast; they appear heavy with need from my hands. Seeing them straining through her dress and thrusting out, a strong need to sample their juiciness makes my mouth drool at the promise of untouched sweetness.

  She feels incredible in my arms and my mind is spinning out of control.

  She pants, “Please.” I snap out of the dizziness at her words and scan for a place to take her away from prying eyes.

  Noticing the empty balcony, I grab her hand and can’t move fast enough. Touching her soft arm and seeing the tiny bumps form at just a graze from my knuckles; I can’t help but wonder what her reaction will be to a more aggressive manipulation. I smile. Wickedness fills me as I stroke my thumb in the bend of her arm but become entrapped at my on evil scheme. Thrilling doesn’t describe what she makes me feel. Needing her body now, I ask her to dance. Crushing her to me, I see how reluctant she is as she lightly places her hand on me. I’m lost in her touch, but I’ve never had a woman more responsive.

  Dancing on the balcony just outside of the ballroom all night, I can’t explain or understand the familiarity and dammit if I have ever been more intrigued by a woman before. She is beautiful and her perfect body calls to, reacts to, and molds perfectly into mine, as if she is made for me. After a couple of dances, it actually feels like she fills the emptiness in me; it’s as if she is my other half.

  Complete

  I am thoroughly fascinated with her, and it’s more than just her good looks. She speaks to my soul in some form of a whispering echo; sent out only to return back to envelop me and my entire world, knocking it off its foundation. All I want is to keep holding her all night, longer if possible. Afraid this is another one of my damn dreams I refuse to take my eyes off of her for more than a few seconds. Remembering my recent fantasy, I groan thinking about all the ways I took another equally beautiful woman. The dream is of a beautiful forbidden woman where I’m not allowed to touch her. She’s within my reach but all I can do is graze her skin with my fingertips. I painfully stretch my arm and hand toward her in desperate need for contact, but each night I am unsuccessful.

  Tonight on this balcony with her I feel like my dream woman is real. If I could take my damn eyes off the beauty in my arms for a second I could check the area leading onto the balcony and surrounding us to see if we are still alone. I’ve heard several couples venture out just long enough to confirm the chill in the air. From the vantage point of the entryway, it would be nearly impossible for us to be seen in the dark shadows we occupy. Luckily, the temperature deters them from joining us. Now if I could only guarantee, for her sake, that no one would see us.

  My fantasies begin to consume my mind. Within five seconds I can have her fan-fucking-tastic dress draping over the handrail, along with her hands, and wrap her in my arms from behind, then indulge on the feel of her perfect breasts. While I press hard against her ass with my rapidly growing cock, I take hold of her hands with one of mine and brace her against the railing.

  Using my mouth, I slowly trace along the outline of her decadent body, starting at the nape of her mouth-watering neck: kissing, sucking, and licking. After giving it enough devotion, she is writhing and melting under my tongue. Moving my hands along her soft curves, I pay special attention in discovering her favorite areas. Those spots will be rewarded with tweaking and teasing, sure to drive her mad with desire that reaches all the way to her toes.

  Stopping at those gloriously delectable toes, I would taste and nibble until I have her growling my name through clenched teeth. I nudge her sensitive flesh with my nose and mouth back along the same path until I reach her face. Turning her head slightly, so that she’s looking over her bare shoulder, I devour that perfect mouth of hers, savoring and taunting with my tongue. Our tongues will move as seductively as our bodies are doing on this balcony.

  Finally, I allow her to touch me. Spinning her around, I force her back against the railing. As she grips tight to my shoulders, I lift her onto my hips. Completely enthralled in our new connection, she releases my shoulders and drapes her head back. In this position, I give her more pleasure than she’s ever experienced.

  Inserting this irresistible woman into my nightly fantasy makes me smile and I know taking her like that will leave me completely serene. She is mesmerizing and I’m not sure one sample would be enough. I fear that the need to consume her will arises again and again.

  Fuck. I’m losing my mind. I’m supposed to be doing a job tonight, but I’ve let her distract me from finding the girl I’m supposed to protect. What the hell am I thinking?

  I want her. I know that with one taste of her on my lips, I will be corrupt and unable to get my needs quenched by another. Only this goddess will be able to please me. She is a wet dream come true right here in my arms. But fuck she seems too innocent for an act like that on a night like this one.

  Awakening from my degenerate thoughts, I remember why she’s here tonight but I can't bring myself to destroy this perfect moment by asking her how well she knows my brother. I need to leave her and find my contact. FUCK! How do I walk away from her? I manage to string together a few words that could be considered a sentence, but she has captivated all of my control and I lose myself to her. I’m a fucking mess in her embrace.

  “I think we should get back inside. It’s getting late and I really have to get up early in the morning,” she whispers unconvincingly and shudders slightly; the combination earns her an ecstatic smile from me.

  It’s a sound that lets me know this was not what she really wants to say. She’s only saying this because she thinks it’s what I want to hear. Oh Baby you couldn’t be more wrong. If she only knew how overwhelming my need is to hold her all night she would run from me.

  I must let her go.

  Thinking about releasing her causes my blood to pound in my ears and adrenaline to rush into my system. It’s dizzying and before fainting, I haul her against me. With my mouth so near hers, I smell her sweet, minty breath and feel the heat on my lips. Dropping my gaze to her mouth, my gut tightens with a lustful hunger. In an attempt to be discreet, I twirl her away from me and release the breath that was crushing my chest.

  My words come out as a moan, "I…" Pausing, I try to find the breath that she has siphoned from the first moment we met. My lord my body is on fire for her, but I must deny myself from distractions, and she’s the ultimate distraction.

  Frustrated, I say abruptly, "Let’s get you back to your friends."

  I’m shaken and the glint in her eyes reveals that she is aware of how much power she holds over me. Before she can run from me I offer her my arm, guiding her back inside the castle. Once inside Morgan’s extravagant array, I await her directions. Truthfully, blatant sexual attraction aside, I’ve enjoyed her company. Until this second I never thought to ask her name, but now I am eager to learn it and all that I can about my fantasy woman. Nothing prepares me for the reality of what I discover.

  "There are my friends." Smiling at them, she turns to me.

  Looking up, stress begins to seize my body when I recognize that it’s Tristan whom she’s indicating. Oh Shit!

  "You're here with Tristan?" I ask surprised.

  It was her all along, the girl, Breesan.

  "Yes, of course I am. What's the matter with you?" She’s confused, but it's clear to me she thinks I am Morgan
. I should explain the twin thing now.

  "Sorry Baby, but of course you're here with Tristan. I need to tell you something before we get to the table." Urgently halting our steps just a few feet away from them, I rush to explain but Tristan spots me with her and stalks toward us.

  "Sure, OK."

  Staring directly into my eyes with intensity of someone disappointed, she wrings her hands with obvious nervousness. Is she afraid? Her distress makes me worry that she will be upset or possibly hurt with my revelation. I have no choice but tell her because she is going to know in two seconds either way. Tristan's intense glare warns that he going to bust this conversation wide open.

  "What the hell are you doing?"

  Whipping around, I look past Breesan to find Morgan standing close and he is pissed. A cute young blonde trails behind him and seems equally as angry.

  "I said, 'what the hell are you doing here Marcus?' And why are you holding my date?"

  Looking back, I see Breesan staring; confusion stains her lovely face. Angrily she narrows her eyes, glaring between Morgan and me. Pulling her hand away from me, I feel a strange sense of loss. I step closer, needing the contact back, but she retreats to Tristan where he secures her behind him possessively. All I can see is – green.

  Mine

  “I’m sorry,” I offer honestly. “I didn’t know you were his date.” Morgan approaches her, but she tucks further behind Tristan. Relief floods me knowing that she isn’t only turning against me.

  “Did he hurt you? What’s wrong?” Morgan inquires bitterly.