Devour (Twisted Metamorphosis #1)

Chapter Three

“Doctor Lawson… I…” I stammered, my box shifting slightly in my hands again.

Fuck! I sound like a fucking idiot.

“It’s a pleasure to see you again as well, Agent Sullivan,” she said, taking a sip of her coffee and subtly raising one mischievous eyebrow at me.

I couldn’t help but stare at her. Her tight, black pencil skirt accentuating the curves of the hips that I was desperate to get my hands on, and—

“Well, that’s one less introduction for you then, Sullivan! It’s great that you are already acquainted with the good doctor here.” Jacobs smiled, completely unaware of the immediate tension in the room. “Before we head into the meeting, I’d like to give you a brief summary of what we do here. Would you like to set your box down?” He reached his hand out toward a vacant chair and I nodded, forcing my way out of my mind.

“Thank you. Would you like to sit, Doctor?” I asked, turning to my side so she could pass by me.

“Feel free to hang your coat. I know it gets a bit toasty in the office,” Jacobs said to Doctor Lawson before starting. She nodded gratefully and hung her peacoat on the coat rack in the corner.

“Thank you, Agent Marcus,” she said with a smirk as she took the other seat opposite of my box.

“As I’m sure you know, the Behavioral Analysis Unit was formed to assist various law enforcement agencies with cases. Criminal psychologists rarely work in the field and don’t get involved outside of the office,” Jacobs said, while leaning back in his chair, crossing an ankle over his knee. “However, this unit in particular has been developed as an experiment to get more hands on.”

“Jacobs has built a fine unit these past six months. It has been beneficial to each law enforcement agency to have hands-on profilers. He has had approval from the Director of the FBI, who works closely with the President, and they’ve received the green light to finish out the year to evaluate whether or not this test was a success. If so, this team could eventually be available in all the FBI’s field offices across the United States,” Doctor Lawson praised.

“You’re too kind, Doctor,” Jacobs said as she took a sip of her coffee. “I am aware you’re studying forensic psychology at the University of Virginia School of Medicine? That’s quite the undertaking, being so far away.”

“I am currently enrolled in virtual classes. It has been most helpful with how I work in the Violent Crimes Unit,” I said, putting my hands in my side pockets nervously. “It doesn’t affect my work; I’m always well rested.”

“It’s admirable. I don’t mean to sound accusatory. It is hard to find agents as dedicated as you, son. You have the best arrest and conviction rate as a rookie in this field office’s history. It was easy for me to petition your unit chief to allow us to borrow you for the time being.”

Doctor Lawson hummed, nodding in approval, and a swell of pride washed over me.

“I’m beyond grateful for the opportunity. I hope I can help the unit reach its goals. I’d love to be a part of its success,” I said as Jacobs stood from his desk, walking around to the front and giving me a friendly clap on the back.

“I have no doubt you’ll do great here. We can discuss more later; we need to head to our briefing. Shall we?” He reached out, his hand guiding Doctor Lawson and I out of his office.

“Yes, of course,” I managed to answer before picking up my box and following Jacobs and Doctor Lawson out toward the conference room.

“Why don’t we swing by your desk on our way to the conference room? We can give you a quick briefing before tossing you into the lion’s den,” Jacobs offered.

“Yes, sir,” I replied, clearing my throat and hoping my nerves weren't out on display.

“Actually, Marcus, I wouldn't mind taking a quick moment to have a little brief one on one with the agent I will be partnering with. That is, if you don’t mind me borrowing Agent Sullivan for a few moments?” Doctor Lawson asked. Her face remained stoic and professional, but her eyes darkened with eagerness.

“Of course, Doctor. Would you mind showing Sullivan to the desk next to Stevens’?” Jacobs asked her, and I held my breath, a mixture of anticipation and anxiety building in my chest.

“I don’t mind at all. I’m here more than my office sometimes. It’s like my second home,” she said, giving me a subtle wink before sipping her coffee.

“Conference room in five? We’ll wait,” Jacobs asked, as both Doctor Lawson and I nodded in agreement. “Great.” Jacobs smiled and turned to walk back toward the conference room.

“Shall we, Agent?” Doctor Lawson turned in the opposite direction and I followed her like a lost little puppy toward a group of desks, neatly lined in a row beside large windows. Even on the carpeted floors, the muted click of her heels was the metronome of my soul, timing each one of my breaths, every heartbeat. “Here we are. Looks like they were expecting you, Agent,” Doctor Lawson said, sitting in my new desk chair, placing her bag down at her feet, and holding her coffee out toward a desk plaque with my name on it.

“Special Agent Camden Sullivan, BAU.” I finally made it.

“Congratulations, Camden,” she said, her praise stirring something in my mind.

Placing my box down on the desk, I walked a few steps toward the floor to ceiling window, and looked down on Norfolk below me. Unbuttoning my jacket, I placed my hands in my side pockets so I could secretly pick at my cuticles. My nerves were at one hundred and I needed to try to ground myself.

“Why so nervous, Camden? Please don’t make yourself bleed now,” Doctor Lawson said behind me. I paused and turned my head slightly so she was visible in my periphery. She turned in my desk chair to face me, crossing one long, delicious leg over the other. Her skin tight pencil skirt rode up slightly, sending a hot arousal throughout my body.

“Thank you for your concern, Doctor, but I’m not nervous,” I said, quickly pulling my hands out of my pockets and turning my attention to my box on the desk. “So, partnering up, huh?”

Fuck, I sound like an idiot.

“Yes, Camden,” she purred my name as if it was meant to roll off her tongue. Resting her elbows on my desk, she placed her coffee cup down and cupped her chin, watching my every move in amusement. “This department is stretched thin, and it is getting difficult to have one of the agents visit my office to fill me in. This is where you will come in.” She eyed me up and down, smiling.

“It would be a pleasure to work with you in any capacity,” I managed to spew out, cursing myself mentally for how desperately lame the words sounded.

“Well, all new agents are required to see me for a psychological evaluation for a total of four hours. So, you don’t have much of a choice, Sullivan.” The playful, sarcastic tone when she said my last name made my cock ache, and I shifted slightly, trying to hide my growing erection.

“We should head into the meeting.” I said, reaching a nervous hand out to her. Her small hand in mine felt like fucking heaven as she accepted my offer.

“Of course, Sullivan,” she said as she hesitantly released my hand, bending over slightly to pick up her bag. I reached for her coffee on the desk and handed it to her before grabbing my folder and notebook out of my box.

As we approached the closed door, I rushed ahead to open it for her, and she entered the room past me. She subtly eyed me up and down and smiled as she gracefully entered the room, forcing my cock to twitch behind my slacks again. I nodded and followed her inside the busy conference room.

Taking a moment to compose myself, I looked around the room anxiously and shifted my folder and notepad to my other hand. Six other people were already gathered around, chatting and serving each other coffee from a large dispenser on a counter toward the back of the room. A large box of doughnuts was also on the counter with a stack of napkins.

I was beyond nervous. I don't do well in social settings of any capacity, so I took a moment to close my eyes and ground myself. Doctor Lawson's subtle jasmine scent found my nose, and I allowed it to consume my mind, quieting the voices in my mind.

My eyes found Doctor Lawson as she sipped her coffee, talking with Jacobs and Diaz on the other side of the room. The way her lips closed around the lid of that cup made my whole body ache for her. As she pulled her lips away from the white lid on her cup, she left behind a blood red lipstick stain and all I could think about was how perfect that color would look left behind on my cock as she—

“Hey, hey, newbie! You must be Sullivan!” a boisterous, friendly voice called out, forcing my eyes off of my obsession and making me jump. Turning to my left, I was met with an outstretched hand. Promptly taking it so they wouldn’t think I was rude, I looked up to find kind brown eyes.

“Yes, hi. I’m Camden Sullivan. Nice to meet you,” I said, giving the man a firm handshake, quickly shifting my focus from his eyes to his tie.

He was easily a few inches taller than me, about six foot four with rich brown skin and textured black hair, cut short and buzzed on the sides. He was the type of man you could tell works out religiously, his shirt tight around his muscular biceps. His bright, friendly smile put me at ease, and I couldn’t help but smile in return.

“Supervisory Special Agent Anton Stevens, nice to meet you man. Welcome to the BAU.”

“Thanks, Stevens. I appreciate it.”

“Nothing to be nervous about, Cam,” Anton chuckled. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to the others before it gets all business in here,” Anton said before taking a generous bite of a doughnut.

“I’d like that. Thanks, man,” I replied, a sweat forming on my brow. I was about to meet the most elite team of criminal profilers in the country and here I am, trying to hide my ADHD, empathy, and now half hard cock in my pants.

“Sullivan, meet Special Agents Nichols, Santos, Garza and Richardson,” Anton said, introducing a small group of agents. As his arm swept in front of them, they each gave me a nod, or a lifted coffee up in greeting.

Fuck, how am I supposed to remember all these names.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you all. I’ve heard nothing but great things about your department,” I managed to say, sounding humbled. But all I could focus on was Doctor Lawson in my periphery.

“Hey, Sullivan. Erik Nichols, investigator extraordinaire.” Nichols took a deep, sarcastic bow as if he was the ringleader of a circus, welcoming a crowd to a show.

“Oh, shove off Nichols. Maria Santos,” the second agent said, reaching her hand out to shake mine. “I transferred here from Organized Crime. It’s good to see you again,” she said with a professional nod. Maria Santos aided my department in the apprehension of my last suspect and also used to work in Evan’s department.

“A pleasure to see you again as well, Santos. I hope your Orlando vacation was enjoyable,” I replied with a friendly smile, proud of my ADHD brain for remembering our conversation after the last press conference.

“Ah, yes. Family time,” she said, rolling her eyes. “So much fun chasing twin toddlers around a theme park with a husband that was more interested in getting drunk. Yay me.” Santos chuckled, downing her coffee.

“I’m looking forward to working with you all on this case,” I said with a genuine smile. The camaraderie here is exactly what I need to keep my mind focused.

“Sorry I’m late! We’re here!” I turned around toward the door and saw the last two of the group rush in with open lab coats on and arms full of paperwork.

“Good, that’s everyone. Let’s begin, shall we?” Jacobs said, breaking away from Doctor Lawson and motioning for everyone to sit.

Everyone seemed to have their preferred seats, and, of course, the only open seat was directly across the table from Doctor Lawson. Jacobs quickly downed the rest of his coffee and tossed the cup in a nearby trash can as he moved to the front of the room to address the group.

Hesitantly, I took the vacant seat across from Doctor Lawson and placed my folder and notepad down in front of me. Reaching inside my jacket pocket, I pulled out my favorite ink pen and neatly placed it on the table next to my folder.

“Good morning, all,” Jacobs began. “We have a lot to accomplish this week, but first, I would like to formally introduce Special Agent Camden Sullivan, joining us on an interim basis until we solve the Norfolk Butcher case,” Jacobs announced as the room gave a soft clap, turning all the attention to me. My knee began to bounce nervously underneath the table, and I prayed no one could see.

“Welcome to the team, man,” Anton said first, as the rest of the agents around the table gave me friendly nods.

“Agent Sullivan comes to us from the Violent Crimes Unit, with twenty-one apprehensions and convictions in his rookie year,” Jacobs boasted. The group nodded and hummed in approval. “We are excited to have his unique perspective on this case.”

“That’s a very impressive track record, Agent Sullivan,” Doctor Lawson praised, as her delicate fingers placed her thin, black-rimmed glasses on. I couldn’t help but watch her fingernail drag down her nose after pushing them into place and stopping on her lips.

“Thank you, Doctor; thank you everyone. It’s a pleasure to be working with you all.” I nodded and smiled graciously, willing my mask of composure to stay in place.

“Well, let’s get into it, shall we?” Jacobs adjusted his suit jacket at the lapels. “As you all know…”

Jacobs’ briefing was muffled in my mind as my eyes found Doctor Lawson's profile. She was staring intently at the large display scene, scribbling notes down in her notebook. Even the scribbled writing swooped and curved elegantly as her wrist expertly moved the pen on the paper.

“Our victim, Senator Thomas Scott, was last seen at the diner on the corner of Fourth Street and Linden Avenue around one in the morning,” Jacobs said, stopping his presentation on a crime scene photo.

Reaching for my pen and my notebook, I began to catalog everything I saw. “He was seen getting into a white panel van heading north on…”

Once again, Jacobs’ voice was muffled in my mind as my eyes locked with Doctor Lawson’s across the table. The way she looked at me over her glasses, subtly biting her nail, was unraveling all restraint I had. I could feel the hot path of her eyes as they roamed my body and once she reached my lap... the corner of her mouth turned up into a grin, sending arousal straight to my cock, which ached to be between those perfect, plump lips…

“The blood trail led toward the alley and disappeared three feet beyond this dumpster here,” Jacobs said, pointing to the screen.

How the fuck am I supposed to focus when, even from this distance, I was surrounded by her delicious scent.

“Who said you had to focus on Jacobs, Camden?” Doctor Lawson purred as she stood from her chair.

“I’m sorry, what?” I asked, confused.

Jacobs was still talking, addressing the group of agents around the table, but Doctor Lawson was standing. She was staring at me like we were the only people in the room.

Looking around, confused, Anton and the other agents were laser focused on Jacobs. His voice sounded as if the volume was turned down on the television. I could hear him, but it was drowned out by the sound of Doctor Lawson’s glasses falling to the table.

Turning my attention back to her, she had a devious grin on her blood-red lips as she reached behind her, unzipping her pencil skirt. It fell to her feet in a pool of black fabric, leaving behind the breathtaking view of her black lace thong and garter belt attached to sheer black thigh-high stockings. Blood instantly rushed to my dick, pressing against the zipper of my slacks. Nervously, I looked away, peeling my eyes from hers, trying not to allow her to see what she’s doing to me.

“Eyes on me,” she whispered. As if I was moving in slow motion, my eyes roamed a path from her bare thighs up to her striking emeralds, shining brightly for me. “There's my good boy.”

Her delicate fingers then unbuttoned her black blouse from the bottom up. Shrugging her shoulders, her shirt fell to the floor, gifting me with the view of her matching black lace bra. I was left stunned, gripping the armrests of the desk chair in shock.

“Why so nervous, Agent?” Doctor Lawson purred as she climbed on top of the table. On her hands and knees, she crawled toward me slowly.

“I… I…”

I couldn’t help but stare into her hooded, piercing green eyes, unable to look away. The corner of her lips turned up into that sexy grin that had me ready to submit my soul to her.

“Cat’s got your tongue, Agent?” she giggled as she reached my end of the table.

“Doctor, I…”

“Call me Helena, Camden,” she whispered as her fingers gripped my tie, yanking me upright and inches from her lips.

“Helena,” I whispered back, and she moaned before tracing my bottom lip with her tongue.

Closing my eyes, I whimpered, my cock now begging to be free from my slacks.

“Do something for me, Camden,” Helena whispered in my ear, her grip still firm on my tie.

“Anything—anything for you, Helena.” My eyes met hers again.

“You're such a perfect, good boy for me,” she said, her praise leaving me breathless. “Let me see what you do when you think of me, Camden. Show me.”

Keeping my eyes on hers, I unbuckled my belt and unfastened my pants. Reaching inside my slacks and under my boxer briefs, I slid my hand down my hard cock, rubbing myself with my palm before closing my fingers around my length.

“God, Helena. You feel so good,” I groaned, freeing my cock from my slacks. I closed my eyes, savoring the immense pleasure I was dragging from myself with each movement up and down my shaft.

Releasing my tie, Helena sat down on the table before sliding herself off and down on her knees between my legs. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of my slacks and boxer briefs and she tugged them lower until they were around my ankles, trapped by my shoes.

“Let me see how you fuck your hand thinking of me, Camden. Stroke yourself before I taste you.”

Tossing my head back, I obeyed until her soft hand covered mine, halting my movements. My eyes found hers again, just in time to see her lick the bead of precome leaking from my tip.

“Perfection. I knew you would taste divine, Camden. Now let go of yourself so I can take you down my throat and—”

“Now, the crime scene. We have blood spatter on the exterior wall of the diner’s exit here,” Jacobs said, swatting the screen with a pen and yanking me out of my trance.

Subtly, I glanced around the room, and everyone was still watching Jacobs—Doctor Lawson included. Looking down, my pen was on my notepad and I stopped writing mid-word. A dot of ink forming from the tip of my pen that I’m sure leaked through at least five pages.

Fuck… Perfect timing, brain. Perfect fucking timing.