I squeezed his balls harder than I intended but Adam’s groan told me he liked it. He liked the pain.
A thought flashed through my mind—if Adam liked to be dominated as well as dominate—switch—then maybe I’d enjoy it. Being half Drow, it came to me that there was a part of me that I’d never acknowledged before that yearned to be controlled.
I almost stopped my movements but I continued to lick and suck. The human half of me rebelled—I’d always rejected the BDSM lifestyle of the Dark Elves. But right now the human half found the thought of dominating Adam exciting. What would he do if I tied him so that he had no way of moving while I teased him, ran my lips over his body, made him my play toy for the night?
And what if he made me his?
I didn’t close my mind to the thoughts. Instead I let them simmer in my mind while I gave Adam the kind of pleasure I’d been wanting to for so long. I scraped my teeth along his erection and he held my head between his hands as if he wanted to control how much pleasure I gave him.
With my eyes still focused on his, I smiled around his erection before bringing him deeper into my mouth, sucking him harder. And then I drew again on my fire elemental magic, so very lightly by pulling static from the air. I used that power to send a faint electrical sensation over his skin that caused him to gasp.
He moved his cock inside my mouth, wanting what I was giving to him more and more. I could see it in his eyes. I sent fissions of the electrical sensation around his balls and sliding along that sensitive place between his anus and his erection.
Adam sounded like he was gritting his teeth together, trying to hold back making a sound when he climaxed. He failed and something between a growl and a loud groan came from him. The warmth of his semen jetted from him as he pumped his hips hard against my face. His semen filled my mouth and I swallowed, taking it all into me until there was nothing left but for me to lick his spent cock and let him slide out of my mouth.
He braced his hands on my shoulders, his head bent, his chest rising and falling, his breathing harsh.
I rose to my feet and he embraced me as I laid my head on his shoulder. I liked the way his chest rose and fell beneath my ear, the feel of perspiration on his skin as his body touched mine. Remnants of his semen were warm and delicious in my mouth.
“Come.” I took him by the hand and led him to the small pool and stepped into it.
“The water’s warm.” Adam sounded surprised even though I had heated the air earlier.
When we were up to his hips and my waist, I pushed him back on a flat rock. “I need you inside me.”
He smiled. “You might have to give me a moment.”
“Uh-uh.” I closed my eyes just a moment and willed the water to circle his cock, to stroke it, to make it feel like it had never felt before. I opened my eyes and looked into Adam’s gaze.
“Nyx.” Adam looked nearly in agony from the amount of pleasure I was giving him with my element. “How the hell are you doing that?”
“I have lots of talents.” I moved onto his lap and bade the water element to stop so that I could take over.
“No kidding.” Adam reached for my hips. “I more than need you now.”
I grinned until I slid onto his erection and gasped at how much he filled me. He was so thick and heavy from stimulation that he must nearly have been bursting.
With his hands on my hips and my palms on his shoulders, I began to ride him. “You feel so good.” The words came out in gasps.
He thrust inside me, hard and deep. The warm water lapped at our bodies and I used my water element again, this time to enhance our excitement.
My orgasm rushed through me, pounding through me like the waterfall pounding into the pool. My body shook, mind filled with glittering images like water droplets sparkling in a clear sky.
I was so far gone I barely heard his groan or felt him pulsing inside me.
When I collapsed against him I felt like he might not have been able to support us both if he wasn’t sitting.
He stroked my hair. “You’re amazing, Nyx. Always so incredibly amazing.”
I smiled, but then it faltered as I looked at the waxing moon.
We were almost out of time.
Tomorrow night was the full moon.
Dawn broke and I arched my back like a cat beside the pool before moving with feline grace. The rich loam was soft beneath my bare feet and the waterfall’s mist was a whisper on my naked flesh. Finally I was able to change to my human form the way I was used to doing.
Adam sat on a rock, his boxers and Levi’s on, his sable hair tousled, his arms crossed over his chest. He watched with fascination as I moved slowly, sinuously, enjoying my transformation as my muscles returned to my human size and shape. Toned, but not so defined as they were when I was Drow. My tiny fangs retracted into my gums and I knew my features became softer-looking.
The amethyst shade of my body faded into pale, fair skin. When I leaned forward to stretch over my leg, my blue locks covered my face, then shimmered into a long skein of straight black hair.
The change was wonderful, made me feel complete, whole. No pain, just pleasure. Even more pleasure to have Adam watching me.
When I finished, he came to me and took me in his arms. “No matter whether it’s day or night,” he said, “you are the most beautiful woman I have ever known.”
So much joy filled my heart that I almost told him I loved him.
Shouts came from the direction of the camp.
We looked in that direction, then looked at each other.
A white jaguar broke the treeline and growled when it came to a graceful stop in front of us. It was too late to put on my clothing as Ice shifted so quickly.
Ice looked directly at me and ignored Adam. “Joshua found a survivor from the hellhole below. An intern who knows where Johnson and the pups are.”
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My heart thudded, my blood rushing hot and fast through my body. I hurried to grab my black leathers and started tugging them on. “The exact location in Manhattan?”
“According to the bitch that Joshua captured, Johnson is certain he’s found the virus he’s been searching for to eliminate paranorms,” Ice growled, sounding like a jaguar even in his human form. “He’s planning to experiment and possibly release it today.”
My clothes were on by the time Ice finished his last sentence. “Tell me everything.”
“In camp.” Ice’s words came out distorted—he was already shifting back into a jaguar as he spoke. He turned and sped through the forest, his body lean, graceful, beautiful.
Adam and I followed at a run. I kept pace with Adam, not letting my feet fly over the ground like I wanted to in order to get to the camp as fast as possible. He needed to be there to hear everything at the same time I did.
We reached camp within minutes and came up to a furious Beketov and a group of Weres—one female and three males in addition to the alpha. Olivia, Joshua, Angel, and Ice were all armed as well and it was clear everyone was ready to leave to go after Johnson.
In the midst of the Trackers and Weres was a woman, her back to me, her hands bound behind her. Tangled, wet, and dirty dark hair fell around her shoulders and she was wearing one of those green suits with a red armband. The suit was ripped and torn, but the rips looked fresh, not coated by dried mud like other parts of her suit. Streaks of blood lined the rents in the clothing. I glanced at Angel and the barbed whip on her belt.
The woman pivoted and faced me, hate in her eyes. Shock and anger rolled through me when I saw the bruised, battered, and scratched face and recognized who it was. “Harkins.”
“Dr. Johnson will eliminate you all.” Harkins glared at me, but she was speaking to everyone there. “Abominations.” She hissed the s. “Sick, vile creatures.”
Wrong thing to say.
Angel slugged Harkins. The intern dropped to the damp ground.
Joshua looked on with approval. “Nice.”
Ice smirked. “Didn’t know Pe
rky had it in her.”
Angel rounded on Ice and I rushed to move between them. “You have no idea what that girl can do,” I said.
She stepped around me. “Don’t push me if you don’t want to end up choking on your own penis.”
Every male standing around us turned a shade of green, including Ice and Beketov.
Olivia and a male Were jerked Harkins to her feet by the intern’s upper arms. I glanced at Olivia’s light brown T-shirt with dark brown stenciled words, and wondered how many of her shirts she packed in order to pick out one that often fit the occasion.
Warning: Does not play well with others.
Heh.
“We waited as you asked.” Beketov fixed his gaze on Angel and Olivia, his muscles bunching as if ready to tear into something. “Your partners are here now. Tell us what you learned from your interrogation.”
I appreciated that they had waited for all of us to arrive. I met Olivia’s eyes, then Angel’s. “What did you find out?”
Olivia spoke and I glanced back to her and Harkins. “The doctor took a team of four scientists.” Olivia’s arm had a fresh bandage, and it was white against her dark skin. She didn’t flinch or wince from pain as she gripped Harkins’s upper arm. “Johnson took the pups with him.”
“He’s been at the Guardian Scientific Research Center.” Angel gestured toward Harkins. “According to the bitch, Johnson needed equipment that is more sophisticated than what he had at the facility.”
Olivia’s flawless bronze skin had a dark flush on her cheeks. “As of yesterday afternoon, before we eliminated his facility, Johnson had told Harkins he thinks he’s found the one. The one virus that will exterminate paranorms.”
My partner’s fingers dug into Harkins’s arm. I wasn’t sure if Olivia did it intentionally, or if it was from the anger in her words as she continued. “He intends to mass-produce it and release it into the air in Manhattan before bringing it back here and killing all of the Weres here, too.”
“First he’s going to test it on the three pups.” Angel smacked her barbed whip against her thigh over and over, as if ready to use it. The barbs didn’t seem to bother her through her leather fighting suit. “He intends to make sure it’s contagious to paranorms only and that it won’t kill humans.”
I glanced from Angel to Harkins, whose venomous expression made me want to punch her as hard as Angel had. “How is he going to do that? Make sure norms don’t die from the virus?”
Ice’s features shifted to one of unbelievable anger and he almost looked like a jaguar as he bared his teeth and spoke in a snarl. “The fuckhead captured three norm children from another camp and plans on using them to make sure the virus doesn’t affect humans.”
His fierceness over children being abducted, hurt, abused still surprised me, and a tinge of chagrin went through me at misjudging him. I hadn’t thought he cared about anyone but himself and the glory of a Tracker kill.
“Goddammit,” Adam said, the muscles of his bare chest bunching with tension. “Pups and human children. Sick bastard. Not to mention his plans for all paranorms.”
“From what we convinced Harkins to tell us,” Angel said, with frost in her blue eyes as she looked at Harkins, “Johnson is punctual. He stops work at exactly six in the afternoon and he’ll get to the center at eight in the morning. That’s been his work schedule in the abandoned NORAD facility and he never varies.”
I wondered just exactly what had been done to Harkins to convince her to talk so much, then I decided I didn’t care.
Adam said, “It’s still early enough that by leaving now we can get there close to eight.”
Angel nodded. “And stop him from doing any experiments on the children and pups.”
Beketov turned away and started toward the trail we’d taken from the Jeep. “We waste precious time.”
“Adam and I will catch up.” I ran for the orange tent we’d slept in, crouched, and crawled inside with Adam following.
My weapons belt was on top of my boots and the belt felt comforting when I fastened my buckler and the sheathed daggers settled at my hips. I tugged on my boots, then almost smacked into Adam, who’d pulled on a T-shirt and had his shoulder holster on with his weapons secure in it.
“Just a sec.” Adam grabbed a pair of thick socks that were on top of his hiking boots. He tugged socks and boots on fast enough to be worthy of a paranormal warrior, then shrugged into his worn, brown leather bomber jacket.
Everyone in the party was gone from the camp with the exception of Olivia, who was waiting for us. She held Harkins by her upper arm and had her Sig pressed against the woman’s temple.
“Bunch of damned paranorms.” Olivia holstered her handgun. “They shifted and they’re history. Probably almost to the main trail. One of the Weres didn’t go wolfie and is carrying everyone’s weapons.”
Adam took Harkins by her other arm and he and Olivia had to drag her and force her to walk as we started out of camp.
“I don’t get how they keep their clothing on when they shift,” Adam said.
“It’s called magic.” I shook my head at him. “All paranorms have some kind of power, and that’s one thing any kind of Shifter or Doppler can do.”
“Shut up and move faster.” Using the hand of her uninjured arm, Olivia yanked Harkins along, Harkins still with her wrists cuffed behind her back. No pain registered on Olivia’s face, as if she hadn’t been shot just yesterday.
The intern was muttering, “Vile, filthy spawns of Satan.”
I almost punched Harkins this time, but instead started jogging ahead of Adam and Olivia.
I’d thought Olivia had driven like a maniac before. This time, as she drove Adam’s SUV in the pouring rain, it was like she’d gone completely insane. As if followed by a wake of devils trying to catch up with us, chasing us away from Devil’s Tombstone, once we got in Adam’s SUV.
Adam sat in the back seat, guarding Harkins but looking like he was regretting letting Olivia drive. I was in the front passenger seat, holding onto the “Oh shit” handle with a grip that almost cracked it.
We’d taken Adam’s vehicle because his SUV had the flashing red and blue law-enforcement headlights as well as a siren and a radio. We needed to get to Manhattan safely and without being pulled over.
Windshield wipers were on hyper mode as they went back and forth to push the rain from our view. My skin chilled as my mind turned toward thoughts of the possibility of Beketov and the other Weres being in New York City tonight during the full moon.
Thank the Goddess it hadn’t been long past dawn when we set out. We had to find the pups as fast as we could. Beketov and his pack had to get back to their camp so that they had time to break everything down and hike deeper into the Catskills so that humans would be safe from the Werewolves during the full moon.
Beketov had refused to move his people yet. Until he recovered the last three missing Weres, the pups, in whatever condition they were in, he didn’t plan to take his pack anywhere. With his son missing, he wasn’t being rational, as far as I was concerned.
When we reached the city, the SUV’s emergency lights got us through rush-hour traffic jams, although not as fast as any of us would have liked. Olivia still drove like devils had lit her butt on fire as she whipped the SUV around vehicles on the packed streets, veering onto sidewalks, and dodging pedestrians.
I picked up one of Adam’s police placards from the floorboard and tossed it on the dash so that we could park anywhere but in front of a hydrant without being towed.
We finally reached the Guardian Scientific Research Center in Manhattan. The bright blue digital numbers on the dashboard told us it was almost a quarter past eight.
Olivia whipped into a no-parking zone and the SUV’s tires scraped the sidewalk. She came to a hard stop behind the Weres’ SUV and I jerked forward, the seatbelt digging into my shoulder before I flopped back again.
Surprisingly, or maybe not so surprisingly, the five Weres were just strapping on their w
eapons when we arrived, and not already in the building. The way Olivia had driven, it shouldn’t have been a wonder we’d caught up.
The Were SUV was parked just as illegally in front of us. I snatched the second police placard from the floorboard before opening my door, getting out, and heading to the Weres.
In front of the research center, the street was crowded with people going to work. Some pedestrians looked at the males and their rifles, but most just remained focused on their destinations. One thing about New Yorkers—they didn’t usually make eye contact with anyone they didn’t know.
Adam had to drag Harkins from his SUV because she refused to move willingly. With her hands cuffed behind her back, she stumbled on the asphalt and landed hard on her knees. Olivia grabbed Harkins’s upper arm again and, along with Adam, yanked the intern to her feet.
Olivia drew her Sig and pressed it against Harkins’s spine. By positioning her body close and just behind the intern, Olivia kept the handgun hidden from view.
I gave the Weres the extra placard to put on their dash to keep their SUV from being towed. Not that the Weres probably even gave a damn. They just wanted their pups.
And revenge.
It was in Beketov’s gaze. I saw Johnson’s death in those tawny eyes and I knew it was in my expression, too. Johnson would not live through this.
Security tried to stop us, but Adam flashed his badge and told them it was a highly sensitive matter. His words were already fading as I hurried after the Weres. I heard Adam add that it would mean the security guards’ jobs if a single word leaked out.
When I glanced over my shoulder, I wasn’t sure Adam had convinced the two guards. The way they were looking at the Czech SA Vz. 58 assault rifles the five Weres were carrying wasn’t good.
Ice and Joshua must have been reading my mind. Next thing I knew they were on the guards and had them bound and stuffed under the security desk. They’d used strips of the guards’ own shirts to tie and gag them and had done it amazingly fast. I had a feeling a little magic might have been involved to make sure the guards wouldn’t get away.
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