Going Nowhere: A BAMF Team Novel

by Abbie Zanders

  “But I nearly was.”

  That pout turned instantly to red-hot lust. The sweet, musky perfume of her arousal saturated the air around us. Perfect.

  I grabbed her around the hips and positioned her over my cock. She wasted no time sliding down me in a smooth, eager glide until I bottomed out. She curled her fingernails into my chest as she breathed a sigh of relief.

  I fought the urge to roll us over and pound myself into her. This was about her claiming me, and I had to let her choreograph this mating dance.

  Sultry eyes peered at me from half-shuddered lids. “Still close?”

  I nodded.

  “Good. Because this first one’s going to be hard and fast.”

  Thank God. She started moving, her body doing this exotic rolling, lifting wave motion that was as beautiful to watch as it was to feel. Her breasts bounced enticingly, and I couldn’t help fondling and licking them as she rode me into bliss. Toned thighs gripped my hips; nails pierced my skin.

  She picked up the pace, each descent onto my cock growing more carnal as she chased down her orgasm. To our mutual pleasure, I sat up, changing the angle and deepening the penetration.

  With one hand gripping her ass possessively, I reached down with the other and added the pressure of my thumb to the clit she was grinding against my pelvis. I felt her clamping down around me, felt the pressure building as I tried to hold back my own release. She was holding back, too, trying to make it last, but I needed her to fly.

  I pushed deep, angling my hips even farther to hit her sweet spot. Her entire body went rigid a second before her teeth latched on to my skin and bit down hard.

  My mate was marking me. It felt so fucking good I couldn’t hold back any longer.

  My eyes rolled back in my head as I exploded inside her. At the same time, I felt her fall over the edge, too.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Reid

  The floor was hard and cold against my bare ass, but I didn’t want to move. I had just had the most powerful orgasm of my life, and my mate was sated and draped over me, still holding me deep inside. The muscles and tendons between my neck and shoulder throbbed, but it was a good ache. She had marked me well; no one would ever mistake her claiming brand as a simple love bite, and I couldn’t be prouder to wear it.

  Eventually, she stirred, and even that slight motion had my cock firing to life again. She laughed softly, which carried down the length of her body to become a delicious rippling, squeezing motion around my shaft. Since she had done most of the work the last time, I would give her a rest and drive this time.

  I pulled out only long enough to pick her up and take her over to the bunk. Then I covered her body immediately with mine and slid back inside, plying her with slow, thorough strokes. Before long, I felt her rising again, and I took us both to a second, though no less glorious, climax.

  “You know,” she said, stroking me with soothing caresses along my shoulders and arms, “I thought sex with you was pretty great before, but this ...”

  I laughed softly, knowing exactly what she was talking about. Claiming one another took things to a whole new level when it came to physical, mental, and spiritual connections. Neither one of us had ever, or would ever, feel as close to anyone else. Even though I had heard as much many times over the years, it was still somewhat of a shock to experience it firsthand. The intensity was humbling.

  “That’s because we’re mated now. Mate sex trumps everything else.”

  Her eyes widened. “You mean, it’s always going to be like this?”

  “Yep. Pretty much.”

  “How are we ever going to work together? I’ll want to jump you all the time.”

  * * *

  Alyx

  I clamped my mouth shut when I saw something like triumph flash in his eyes. I had walked right into that one.

  I had learned plenty about shifter males in the past few weeks, and one of the things I had learned was that they were very protective. The guys had warned me numerous times that my joining the team wasn’t going to sit well with Reid, so I had been mentally preparing myself for this moment.

  “Well, I guess we’ll just have to learn how to control ourselves,” I added quickly, starting to pull away, but his arms were like iron bands, holding me tight.

  “Not gonna happen,” he said huskily, nipping at my earlobe.

  “It is going to happen,” I insisted, though I was already rubbing my breasts against his hard chest. It felt amazing. The rigidity of those pecs, the smattering of hair that drove me wild. “So, we’ll just have to find a way. We both need to be focused when we’re on a mission.”

  Those gorgeous eyes glowed with the feral power of the wolf just beneath the surface. “You’re not going on any missions.”

  He sounded so sure of himself. That kind of confidence was damn sexy, except when he was trying to use it against me. He would soon learn what I had forgotten myself until recently—that I was a strong, capable woman with an amazing gift.

  “Yes, I am. Cap says I’ll be an invaluable asset.”

  He grunted. “Doesn’t matter what Cap says. I’m your mate, and I say no.”

  This time, I let some energy build up in my palms and used them to successfully push myself away. “You might be my mate, but that doesn’t mean you’re the boss of me.”

  “That’s exactly what it means.”

  I narrowed my eyes. “Wrong answer.” I got up and looked at my shredded clothing on the floor. There was no way I was getting those scraps to cover my bits again. Instead, I marched over to the locker I knew was Reid’s and pulled out a shirt and a pair of drawstring shorts. I might be unhappy with his alpha bullshit, but he was my man and I didn’t want anyone else’s scent on me.

  “What it means is that we take care of each other. Besides”—I grinned, knowing he hadn’t been briefed yet—“we’ve already been given our first assignment.”

  That strong jaw clenched, and if I hadn’t been trying to make a point, I would have gone right over there and licked it.

  “We’ll see about that.”

  He rolled out of bed with masculine grace, treating me to the sight of his gloriously naked form. I ogled. He smirked—cocky, sexy bastard—then tucked my new favorite playground back into his clothes.

  I let him lead the way to Cap’s office, not because I was suddenly submissive, but because it was a win-win. Doing so let him feel like he was in control, and I got to check out his fine ass along the way.

  I would like to say that what followed was a calm, rational discussion among mature adults, but I couldn’t say that. There had been a lot of seething, snarling, growling, and male posturing that had occurred before Reid finally, and grudgingly, admitted that Cap’s plan made sense.

  After all, I was the only one who had done a few rotations in a CBRF facility. I knew how things worked from the inside, and getting inside was our best shot at finding out any more secrets, like underground facilities funded by Roger Chamberlain. The man was too smart to put all of his lucrative eggs in a single basket.

  The rest of the team was torn. As predatory shifter males, they understood where Reid was coming from. As intelligent, trained soldiers who wanted to shut Roger’s operations down for good, they supported the plan.

  Roger himself was “indisposed,” i.e. still comatose and in a high-security holding area, according to Cap. There was no guarantee he was going to wake up anytime soon, which meant different methods of obtaining information would be required.

  With Roger out of the way and safely under lock and key, it was fairly easy for Dex to do his thing.

  When I arrived at the CBRF building, I had “official” documents showing I had a meeting with Chamberlain and some of his lead lab scientists. The meeting also appeared on all their calendars, scheduled by “Roger Chamberlain’s personal assistant” at “his” request.

  The only one who wasn’t there was the head guy himself. Dex had solved that problem, too. He “phoned in” to the meeting using Roger
’s private line, providing some vague excuse for not being there in person. Since Roger had made frequent trips all over the world on business, no one gave his absence a second thought.

  What surprised me most about the whole situation was how much Dex actually sounded like Roger over the speakerphone. I added impressionist to hacker and cleaner on my fast-growing list of Dexter’s mad skills.

  On the surface, CBRF was a legitimate facility, and most of the people in its employ were solid, good-hearted souls who had no clue about the darker side of things going on around them. One of the team’s bigger challenges was determining who did. We had no idea who among those present were privy to some of Roger’s more nefarious undertakings, but we had all agreed there had to be at least a few. It would make sense.

  By sprinkling his loyal co-conspirators throughout his legitimate facilities, they could feed important information back to the underground ones. Part of today’s exercise was to lay down a few breadcrumbs and see who picked them up.

  I recognized some of the men seated around the table from my previous internship rotations; others were new. Most were either apathetic to my presence or annoyed they had been called away from whatever they had been doing to hear what I had to say. No one said no to the boss, though, so here we were.

  We started off by “Roger” making a brief introduction and providing a succinct background that included my prior time at CBRF and my subsequent experience in oncology. He provided enough legitimate information to make it provable—I caught some guys discreetly tapping their tablets beneath the conference table—and added some veiled suggestions about what I had recently discovered to have them practically salivating.

  I had to hand it to Dex, he really made me sound good. If I ever found myself having to draft a resume, he was my go-to guy.

  By the end of the meeting, when “Roger” begged off and suggested we take the discussion down to the lab, they were looking at me a little differently. I didn’t need Psych’s skills to know what they were thinking. Skepticism warred with hope in their eyes, plain as day.

  An older man approached me with bright eyes and a genuine smile. Burt Robertson had been in charge of the lab when I had worked here before, and I had always liked him. With short white hair sticking out at all angles and the wire-rimmed glasses he always wore, he fit the distracted scientist stereotype perfectly.

  “Alyx, so good to see you again. Is it true?”

  Leave it to Burt to offer a slight nod to social niceties and get right to the heart of things. Genetic and biochemical engineering were his passions in life, and with Dex dangling the suggestion of a possible cure for cancer like a carrot to a hungry bunny, Burt’s body was practically vibrating with excitement. I silently hoped that Burt was not one of those involved in the ugly stuff.

  I nodded, quashing the slight pang of guilt that ran through me.

  “But how?”

  I was aware of several sets of ears tuned into our conversation as we made our way down the corridor. I had to be very careful here, using partial truths and subtlety to answer.

  “I stumbled upon it, actually,” I told him. “As Mr. Chamberlain said, I’ve been working hands-on with pediatric cancer patients for the past couple years. Instead of focusing on those who responded well to traditional treatments, I concentrated on those who didn’t. What made them different? I used their DNA to perform some discreet genetic mapping and found a pattern.”

  “Who authorized these tests?” asked Gunther Dietz, scowling.

  “I did,” I said without a hint of remorse.

  I said no more just then, waiting for these brilliant scientific minds to put the pieces together. No doubt they all knew about what had happened years earlier and had been trying unsuccessfully to duplicate the results. Now I showed up with “Roger Chamberlain’s” blessing, a whole lot of innuendo, and a vial of “proof.”

  We went to one of the labs, where I put the next phase of our plan into action. I handed the tiny glass bottle over to Burt and told him to treat some of the more virulent strains with a drop or two. He did, under the watchful eyes of the others, and numerous closed-circuit security cameras.

  “Now what?” he asked.

  “Now, we wait.”

  “How long?” a thin, wiry man with black eyes asked.

  “Overnight,” I said.

  He scoffed. “You expect us to believe this farce?”

  I gave him a tight smile that didn’t meet my eyes. “I don’t expect you to believe anything. But apparently, Mr. Chamberlain does.”

  That shut him up.

  Patches of red crawled up his neck, vivid against his white lab coat.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Alyx

  I was staying in one of the local hotels, a fancy one with suites that catered to upper-class businessmen. Cap thought it would be further proof that Roger Chamberlain was behind my recent visit. The rest of the team members were staying in an adjoining room, though there was no record of that. Dex had ensured their room had been temporarily hidden from the hotel’s database and scheduling system.

  I wasn’t surprised when, the moment I was over the threshold, my body was pinned up against the wall by six-plus feet of hard male flesh. Big hands ran the length of me as if checking for injuries, while insistent lips nuzzled and kissed my face and neck.

  “If this is what it’s like coming home after an assignment, I’m going to request more of them,” I said, then moaned as Reid growled and palmed my ass.

  “I worry about you.”

  I laughed. “I went to a meeting. It’s not exactly Mission Impossible stuff.”

  He squeezed my backside in warning. “Dammit, Alyx, this is serious. You’ve seen what Chamberlain and his minions are capable of.”

  My short-lived levity faded at the reminder. I had gone through the files of their last mission in preparation, and some of the things I had read were so horrific they had left me feeling dizzy and nauseous.

  “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

  Reid nipped my lip. “Say that again.”

  “Which part?”

  “Both.”

  I smiled and ran my hand down to his backside, offering a squeeze and a caress of my own. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

  He grunted, then scooped me up and walked with purpose toward the bedroom.

  As on board as I was with his obvious plan, I was supposed to check in the moment I got back from CBRF.

  “Aren’t I supposed to meet with the team?”

  “Later,” he growled as he tossed me on the bed and then pounced.

  “Wait. What about the surveillance equipment?” I was horny, sure, but I didn’t want an audience.

  “It doesn’t go online till I say so.”

  Well, how could I argue with that?

  * * *

  Reid

  The woman was going to drive me insane. That was the conclusion I had come to earlier while sitting with the rest of my team, listening in on her conversations and watching her through the security cameras we had tapped into. Even seeing her there at a conference table, surrounded by pale, skinny, white-coated lab geeks had me wanting to demand she never again be sent out on another assignment.

  I didn’t know what the hell I was going to do if she was ever in an openly hostile environment with unfriendlies who were less lab-coated professionals and more the tactical-gear-and-lots-of-weapons kind of mercenaries. Then I remembered that at least one or more of these guys was probably aware of and involved in some of Chamberlain’s underground facilities, like the one we had taken down a few months ago and that had only made things worse.

  I had to admit, though, that my mate did make a damn fine operative. Absolutely nothing about her suggested “threat,” and yet I knew she had the ability to power up and zap any one of those tools if necessary. I had been working with her, honing her skills, as had every other guy on the team until she could wield that power with laser-like precision.

  Alyx was beautiful, intelligent, de
adly, sexy as fuck, and totally, completely mine. I made sure she knew it, too. Our love making was fast and fierce, yet no less perfect than our long, slow, lick-every-inch-of-her-body sessions.

  “Someone’s coming,” Dex’s voice sounded quietly in my ear piece.

  My eyes flicked to the digital readout on the clock and saw that it was just after midnight. I pressed a kiss to my mate’s temple. “They’re here.”

  Her eyes opened immediately, proving she hadn’t been sleeping, either. She looked me in the eyes, those beautiful swirls of amber and gold reaching right into my soul. “I got this.”

  “I know,” I said. That didn’t mean I had to like it.

  No matter how many times, and ways, I had tried to change her mind, she had been insistent this was the quickest, surest way to shut down Chamberlain for good. My logical brain knew that. My mated wolf didn’t give a shit.

  She pulled on clothes—dark jeans, dark long-sleeved tee, dark sneakers—with efficiency. With one final look, she winked and blew me a kiss, then made a shooing motion with her hand.

  “Be careful,” I whispered before reluctantly slipping into the adjoining room for what was surely going to be the longest night of my life.

  Several moments later, I held my breath, my eyes glued to the screen as Alyx opened the door to her suite and addressed the man on the other side. “What took you so long?”

  My pride warred with concern. My sassy mate sounded calm and confident, as if she wasn’t about to walk into the lion’s den.

  “She’s a natural,” Psych commented softly. I grunted.

  I didn’t recognize the man at her door, but I knew Dex’s custom facial recognition program was already on it.

  Young guy, dressed in a black suit, he didn’t seem surprised to find her dressed and ready to go. Chances were, he was no one important, but I memorized his face and features, anyway.

  “You got this?” I directed my question to Ghost, who hissed softly in response. I trusted my team with my life. More importantly, I was now trusting them with Alyx’s.

  Ghost, Hawkeye, Boomer, and Cap disappeared, leaving me, Bear, Dex, and Psyche to clean up. Dex made quick work of removing all his toys from Alyx’s room, then we waited.