by Stone, Wendy
Molly impulsively returned her hug, feeling those huge mammaries of Rita’s press against her own. It was a strange feeling.
Then Brady was hustling her out of the restaurant and into the car.
Chapter Nine
Kiteria stared down at the folder sitting open in front of her. She’d read and reread the damn thing so many times that she almost had it memorized. A mixture of elation and dread filled her and she took a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach.
This was the first major case assigned only to her team. She couldn’t blow it, especially when it involved the creator of ASP’s daughter and her supervisor’s mate’s sister.
The elation came from being given such an important case. The dread, and most of the butterflies, came from a large element of the unknown. The file wasn’t complete; not even close.
“Problems?”
“Nothing I can’t deal with,” Kit said, looking up into Gunner’s handsome face. She crossed her arms over the files in front of her, hiding the name from Gunner’s eyes. “Can I help you with something?”
Gunner tilted his head as he stared at the beautiful lioness. She had long, golden hair, which flowed down to her ass when she left it free, and deep brown eyes that tipped up at the edges. But even they held a golden magic in their chocolate depths. Everything about her seemed to shine with an inner light, especially when she smiled. There was an inherent sense of goodness about her.
“Yeah,” he said, moving from door he’d been leaning on and sinking down in the chair facing her desk. “Go out with me tonight?”
“Gunner,” Kit began, giving him the usual spiel, the same thing she quoted to him every time he asked her out, “You know the regs in regards to two team leaders dating.”
“I knew the regs under Daniels’ rules. They no longer exist. There’s a new regime. Come on, Kit. Besides, it’s not really a date if you meet me for a drink after work. It’s more like two colleagues winding down after a long day.” Gunner leaned forward, his hand brushing across the back of hers.
Kit felt that single touch rush through her body, her eyes growing slightly heavy as passion and desire began to flow. This was the true reason she didn’t want to go out with Gunner. She knew where it would end. She would be heartbroken when he got his way and she was left to pick up the pieces of her heart. Gunner’s love ‘em and leave ‘em attitude was almost as famous as Marcus’s had been before he’d given up his bachelor status to move in with Angel Rand.
“One drink,” he said softly, “I promise I won’t even try to get you into bed.”
Kit jumped. Not because of Gunner’s obvious falsehood or the thrill that went through her at the image of bedding him, but because her phone went off, startling her; picking up the headset from a console that looked like it could fly a jet, she answered. “Yeah?”
Her eyes found his as she listened to the voice on the other end, giving noncommittal answers and writing something on the corner of one file before hanging up. “I have to get to a meeting,” she said softly.
“Drinks?” Gunner asked one last time, holding on to her hand so she couldn’t move. “Just one teensy weensy drink?”
“Fine,” Kit said, giving in when he held her still with the mere touch of his hand on hers. “If I can make it. Where?”
Kit wrote down the address he rattled off and stuck the paper in a pocket of her uniform. “Now I’ve got to go,” she said, pulling her hand out from under his. She ushered him out of the room, picking up her briefcase and adding the two files to the small stack inside. With that case under her arm, she hurried toward the briefing rooms.
* * * *
Brady moaned as Molly’s mouth slicked down over his cock, the wet heat almost sending him over the edge. She’d wanted to make love to him, to touch him and kiss him without him touching her. He’d been resisting for almost an hour now, but her every touch, her every kiss had him so wound up that all he wanted was to throw her to the bed and ravish her.
His hand wove through the soft fiery strands of her hair, moving it so that he could see her face, her cheeks hollowed out as she tried to take more of him. Her throat moved over the end of his cock and he jerked. “Oh fuck! Molly,” he growled, the urge to come becoming almost overwhelming.
She didn’t move except to bob her head a bit faster, sucking and licking at his heavy cock, moaning her own pleasure.
Those little vibrations were more than he could take. His hips jerked up, the tip of his cock contracting as he let loose with a tide of spunk. Some dribbled out of the side of her mouth before she could swallow, making him growl again.
His hands dug deep into the sheets, his eyes rolling back into his head as he closed them. White lights flared behind his lashes as he let his climax roll through him. Than it was over and he felt wrung out and weak.
He felt her climb up his body, rubbing her incredible breasts over him, the nipples dragging against his skin. His cock twitched at the sensation and he stared at her in wonder. “What are you, some kind of natural Viagra?” he moaned.
* * * *
Molly grinned at him, feeling his cock grow against the heated wetness of her pussy. She’d made love to him for hours, starting with the ride to the hotel and ending just moments before when she finally let him come. Now it was her turn, and she wouldn’t be denied. “I didn’t think you were old enough to need Viagra?” she teased, sliding her wetness against his cock.
Brady grabbed her arms, making her squeal as he flipped her onto her back on the mattress. Moving his hips slowly, he used his rapidly hardening cock to tease her, sliding it against her wet pussy and letting the tip brush her clit. Concentrating for an instant, he cast a spell over her, his eyes shining with the red flames that marked his powers.
She groaned, climaxing almost immediately. “What did you do to me?” she gasped, feeling the head of his cock part swollen lips that seemed almost too sensitive to believe.
“I made you come,” he growled, burying his face against her neck as he pushed inside her. She climaxed again before he had a chance to bottom out, her muscles clenching almost desperately at the invader giving her such pleasure. “Yes, baby. Do it again,” he groaned.
His touch was heavenly against her skin, his mouth both soothing and invigorating at the same time. He began to thrust inside of her, slowly, every stroke causing more and more pleasure.
He watched as her head began to roll on the pillow, her fiery hair rising to caress him as if it had a mind of its own. Opening her lovely, emerald eyes, she reached up to him, dragging him down so that he touched her from breastbone to where they were connected so intimately. Her nails raked down his back, not breaking the skin but sending a shiver through him.
She grabbed his ass, yanking him hard, enough to make his balls slap against her bottom. “More,” she ground out, “don’t stop!”
Her moans and whimpers grew more frantic, her hands hanging on for dear life as he seemed to pull her inside out with pleasure. She cried out, and he felt her cunt pulse around him yet again, her hot juices flooding over him. It triggered his own orgasm and he spent himself inside of her, jets of hot seed filling her womb.
They were both covered in sweat, Molly’s hair growing even curlier. He pulled himself free of her almost reluctantly, falling to lie down beside her. His hand rested against her stomach, as if he couldn’t let her go completely.
“Molly,” he rasped, his throat dry. “We need to talk.”
Those four words, spoken in such a serious tone, made her eyes fly open and her body tense. They were never a good thing to hear in any relationship. “About?” she asked fearfully
“About Renee. I’ve made a decision and it has to do with you. I need to know how you feel about me.”
Molly sighed, turning over in the bed so that her back was to him. “What does how I feel have to do with you and your fiancée, Brady?”
She didn’t see him close his eyes as his thoughts raced, but she could feel him tighten behin
d her, coming up on his elbow, a hand stroking through her long hair. Every once in a while, the back of his hand would stroke down her spine, sending shivers of renewed heat to her loins.
He took a deep breath and Molly froze, almost afraid of what he wanted to say.
“You are constantly in my thoughts,” he began slowly, his hand moving to her shoulder and pulling her gently to her back. He leaned forward, kissing her cheeks, her temple and finally her nose. “I can’t quit thinking and remembering how you taste, how it feels to be inside of you. I can’t even remember what Renee looks like. When I try to think about her, all I see is you. You’ve bewitched me, Molly.”
“I-I didn’t mean t-to,” she stuttered, her eyes locked upon his.
“I know that,” he said in exasperation. “I know it’s my problem and not yours, unless you want it to be. I’ve fallen for you, and fallen hard. Molly, I don’t think I can let you go.”
* * * *
Shadow was sitting in the first chair as Kit walked into the briefing. He gave her a smile, and she detoured over to sit next to him for a minute as the rest of her crew showed up. “Hey, big guy. How’s the head seat feeling?”
“Very strange,” Shadow said with a grin. “I’m more used to going on these than sending others to deal with them, especially since Callie is involved. I had to almost hog-tie her to get her to stand down on this mission.
“That’s right, Callie is what, half-sister to this Molly and Tallie Wolfe?”
“It’s a little hard to understand. Callie’s mom and dad were mated a long time ago. It didn’t work out well but Callie’s mom had two litters. Then she disappeared. Callie’s dad tried to find her but then fell in lust with a beautiful panther.”
“A wolf and a panther? That’s a bit of a strange mix, isn’t it?”
“Yes, and Nashe Wolfe and one of his sisters are the only leftovers of that relationship. Wolfe married again, this time to Tallie and Molly’s mother. She is a white witch, a very strong one. You’ll be working with her on this.”
Kit nodded, glancing over at the three members of her team that had arrived while she was talking to Shadow. She noted the look in Drake’s eyes as he looked down at Lelia Storm.
“That could be trouble,” Shadow said, following the direction of her gaze. “Let’s not let it become a problem, okay?” he whispered to Kit before rising and heading toward the door. He stopped just as he got there. “The company jet is going to be available to you for the trip to Michigan. I’ve arranged for two rented Hummers to be waiting at the Detroit airport. Both will have GPS and will be programmed to show you to where our last sighting of the couple was.”
“What about the local cops?” Kit asked.
“Uncooperative,” Shadow said. “Find a way to make them cooperate without having to hurt them too badly.” He nodded at Mage, who just smiled slightly. “Good luck!”
Kit watched Shadow leave the room and turned to face her team. “I hope you’re not afraid of flying.”
“Road trip?” Drake asked, his eyes glittering.
“By plane though,” Lelia added, obviously excited. “Why are we going to Michigan?”
Kit grabbed the two photos she’d been given, one of Mollyne Wolfe and the other of Brady Knight. Passing them around, she began the briefing.
“Mollyne Wolfe is half-sister to Callie Wolfe, Shadow’s mate. She disappeared about eight months ago, followed quickly by her sister Tallie. Molly and Tallie are half-wolf, half-white witch and we think they’ve been picked up by a crew that works for Dr. William Parnell.” She paused, holding up a picture of the doctor, one that had been taken at an airport not too long ago.
“Dr. Parnell owns many properties but the information we’ve been getting shows that huge electrical surges have been taking place at his property in Wolverine, Michigan.”
“What does Dr. Parnell want with them?” Lelia asked, looking up from the picture of the pretty redhead.
“Brady Knight is a bit of an unknown. At one time, we had a man tracking him but we couldn’t get anything concrete on his powers. He is a magical being, this much we know. The rest? Well, your guess is as good as mine.” She looked at the other picture that Lelia held. “Molly Wolfe went out one summer night and wasn’t seen again. She’s been off the radar for close to eight months. If it hadn’t been for a police bolo, we wouldn’t have seen her this time.”
“So this Dr. Parnell is kidnapping Weres and other magical beings. Now we just need to find out the why and decide how to shut him down.” Drake nodded, happy with a concrete plan.
“Without hurting any of the humans involved. We also need to get Tallie Wolfe out of their grasp and home as well. If you need to take anything with you, I suggest you go and get it now. We’re leaving within the hour.” Kit gathered the papers up and put them back in her folder.
Chairs scraped back and Kit felt the soft touch of Mage’s fingers against her skin. Looking up, she smiled as she saw the question in his eyes and heard his thoughts in her mind. He’s to be disappointed again, is he not? the empath said, flashing a picture of Gunner in her head.
“It’s not my fault he can’t take no for an answer,” she growled. “I told him that we shouldn’t date. Dating between team leaders could lead to some very hurt feelings.”
He truly likes you, though, Kit. Don’t you want to find someone for yourself? Isn’t it the dream of every one no matter there species to find that special person who makes them feel complete?
Pictures flashed in her mind, pictures of lunches where he’d held her chair and paid for her food, making her laugh and keeping her entertained. Pictures of him helping her fit in here, introducing her to others and making her feel like one of them. The everyday scenes intermixed with others of a more “sensitive” nature that sent a flush to her cheeks and had her grabbing the table with two hands to stay on her feet. “Mage! Knock it off!” she growled at him. She heard him chuckle in her head.
I only showed you what was in there already. He grinned.
“I could very well grow to despise you, Mage,” Kit said, punching his bony arm. “Stay out of my head and my daydreams.”
“Is he bothering you?” Gunner’s voice snapped Kit back to reality and she jumped at the note of anger in his voice. It wasn’t directed at her, but at Mage.
Mage smiled serenely. Told you so.
“No, its fine, Gunner. He’s just helping me go over last minute details before we head out. I—I was going to call you. Looks like I won’t be able to take you up on your offer of a drink. I’m heading out on assignment.” She jumped when the door closed hard behind Mage, leaving the two of them alone.
“I heard,” he said, moving closer slowly but surely, almost as if he were stalking her around the room.
“Can I take a rain check?” she asked cautiously, backing away from the files as he stepped into her personal space.
“Sure thing,” he said as he backed her into the corner. “Only there’s one small problem.”
“What’s that?” she asked, her chest heaving as a strange emotion fluttered to life in her belly. It was joined by what felt like thousands of butterflies.
“I don’t think I want to wait for the good night kiss,” he said softly, a definitively sexy growl emphasized in his low voice.
Kit put her hand against his chest, holding him back when he leaned forward to find her lips. “Who said I’d have given you one tonight anyway? I thought it wasn’t a date? Just two co-workers kicking back after work?”
“Two co-workers who are very sexually attracted to one another,” he said, pushing against her hand until he could feel the swell of her breasts against his chest through the skin tight gray suit. “You know you want this as much as I do, Kit. Why fight me so much?”
“You promised you wouldn’t try anything,” she reminded him, almost kicking herself when he suddenly pulled free of her.
“Yes, I did promise that. You’re just everything I’ve been looking for in a mate...” He stepped back
even further when the door to the briefing room burst open and Drake and Lee stepped inside.
“Whoa,” Drake said, pulling back on Lee’s hand that he still held. “Are we interrupting?”
“No,” Kit said at the same time that Gunner growled “Yes.”
“Okay,” Drake said, “uh, which one?”
“No,” Kit said again, squeezing past Gunner and back to her files. “You two ready to go?”
They carried identical black backpacks formed from unbreakable plastic. Inside these packs were everything one needed, depending upon species, to be able to survive for a week, including food and water. Kit’s was in her office and she would have to go and get it before they left.
“We could go and get yours for you, Kit,” Drake offered, his gaze going to where Gunner stood, his eyes fixed upon the sultry leader of Kappa Group.
“That’s a good idea,” Lee said quickly, tugging at his hand and heading toward the door. “We’ll be back in a couple of minutes, Kit.”
As soon as the door closed behind them, Kit held her hands up, backing away from Gunner. “We aren’t doing this.”
“Are you afraid?” he asked, following after her.
“No,” she said, disgust in her voice. “Why would I be afraid of you?”
“Because you want me. You want me more than you think is right and it scares the crap out of you.” Gunner moved into her hands, growling at the way they felt on his body.
He should have done this all those weeks ago, instead of allowing her the little games she seemed to have to play. His golden gaze drifted down to the zipper of her suit, leaving an impression of cleavage but not actually the sight of it. He licked his lips, wanting to taste her more than he wanted anything else in the world.
Grabbing her upper arms, he yanked her into him, forcing her head to rise so that she could maintain the stare he’d started. “That’s it, Kit,” he growled, bending his head to her. His lips covered hers, at first barely brushing. Then she moaned and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tightly against him so she could feel him from groin to chest.