Chapter 17 #2
“Deal.” He had my shirt over my head and my back on the mattress a heartbeat later. My fuzzy pajama pants went the way of my shirt. My bra followed.
Maverick’s eyes blazed over my bare figure. “You are a work of art, Bloom.”
“Quit flirting with me.”
“You think I don’t see the way your eyes light up every time I do? You love it.”
“Fine, I love it.”
“So do I.” He lowered his mouth to my nipple, and slowly dragged his tongue over it. The ache between my thighs was intense.
“I thought you were going to fuck me.”
“Never said how long it would take me to get there.” He sucked hard.
I swore as I arched violently, throwing a leg over his hip to hold my center against his abs.
He took his time with my breast before licking, sucking, and biting his way to the second one. His abs were slick with my pleasure as I ground against him, wrapping both legs around his back for better leverage.
“Get on with it,” I gritted out.
His gravelly chuckle against my breast was the only response I got, but he finally started making his way down to where I wanted him. He parted my thighs as his tongue dipped inside my belly button—which should not have been as hot as it was, but I was desperate—and his mouth finally met my core.
I came violently, cursing and arching against his face. My fingers were buried in his hair, gripping tightly as he devoured me. His chest was rumbling with a low, consistent growl as the moment went on.
And on.
And on.
I came again, unraveling on his mouth.
My phone started vibrating on the bed as Maverick rose up on his knees, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. He dragged a hand through my slickness with another rumble.
“Fuck, woman. Look at you.
His phone began buzzing on the nightstand.
I met his gaze.
The complete focus he had on me made it clear he was going to ignore the calls.
“Something’s wrong,” I murmured.
There was no other reason our phones would ring at the same time.
“It can wait five fucking minutes,” he growled, his thumb still on my clit and his chest heaving. “Worst case scenario, someone else died or another pack stormed mine. Either way, there’s nothing I can do right now.”
“You’re only going to fuck me for five minutes?” I lifted an eyebrow.
I didn’t want to end what we had going, but I knew he would regret it if it was a big deal.
He made a sound that I could only call a snarl.
He wasn’t completely wrong. Whatever had happened could wait five minutes.
I pulled his cock out of his boxer briefs and wrapped my fist around it.
He went still. His entire body tensed.
Damn, he was huge.
I ran my other hand over the slickness between my thighs and lifted it to his erection.
Maverick shuddered violently as I stroked his length once. He braced his hands on my knees, his eyes burning me as I pumped his cock again, and again.
“I want to come on that sexy little cunt,” he gritted out.
“It’s all yours.” I thought the words would do it for him—and I was right.
Maverick snarled again as he lost control over my core, painting my swollen skin with his pleasure.
His eyes still burned even as the lines on his face softened slightly, his chest heaving harder than before. He ran his hand over his release, rubbing it into my skin before using his fingers to push it inside me.
He had already told me he was only fertile in March, and neither of us could get STDs, so I didn’t care. The desire seemed like a wolf thing.
Our phones started ringing again at the same time. I hadn’t noticed when they stopped before.
Maverick started to reach for one, but stopped. His hands were too much of a mess to pick it up himself.
“Which one do you want me to answer?” I asked, easing up to a seated position.
“Mine.”
He eased himself off the bed and strode to the hotel room’s tiny bathroom while I grabbed his phone off the nightstand. Rhone was the caller, unsurprisingly.
The sink turned on while I answered. “Hello?”
There was a beat of silence before he finally made a noise of frustration. “I knew you needed a chaperone.”
“No biting has occurred. What’s going on?
“Harper’s with me. Is Maverick with you?”
“I’m here,” Mav called from the bathroom. “Who died?”
“Celeste.”
“Seriously?” I asked.
On one hand, at least it wasn’t me.
On the other, that didn’t mean the killer didn’t still want me dead.
If they were looking for someone to take out after Steven’s replacement, Arthur’s replacement was the logical choice.
“Same MO. The security cameras went down completely for five minutes. Lights went out, too. This fucker is definitely still in the system. By the time it was back up, Celeste had been drained, and the killer was nowhere to be seen.”
Only five minutes?
Logically, I knew Harper couldn’t have been responsible. The only tech person she had contact with was Ozzy, and he wouldn’t shut down the cameras and lights to help her kill Celeste, no matter how much everyone hated our new COO.
But if evidence that she was the one who killed Steven ever came to light, she would be suspect number one in the other murders too.
Assuming she survived more than one minute after a werewolf realized she had been turned.
“Five minutes isn’t enough for a vampire to get in, drain someone, and get out.
They would have to still be in the building,” Maverick said, walking back out of the bathroom with a towel in his hands.
He’d tucked his erection away, but his jeans were still unzipped.
I couldn’t stop myself from staring. “I’ll move the challenges to an hour from now, and we’ll be home around four or five in the morning. ”
“Sounds good. I guess we’re going to have to find a way to question everyone in this building,” Rhone said.
He sounded tired. I didn’t blame him. This shit show was just getting worse.
“There are thousands of people who work here, Rhone,” Harper said in disbelief. “How do you possibly think you can question all of them?”
He grunted. “The murder happened at 10:30 PM. There can’t be that many people still here.”
“The building is full of offices like this one. I would bet there are at least five hundred people here now. Maybe a thousand,” she shot back. “And if Bloom doesn’t know who the vampire is, you really have no way of telling which of them might have been turned, so—”
“We can figure it out,” Rhone growled. “I—”
“Alright,” Maverick interrupted. “See if the security team can get a list of everyone in the building right now. I assume the automatic doors were shut down when the lights and cameras went off, and no one left?”
“We’re reasonably confident of that,” Rhone agreed.
“Which means you have no idea,” Harper cut in.