13. Nympho Chick 101
Chapter 13
Nympho Chick 101
T he Organization would be looking for Phillip, but the sneaky Hunter had something up his sleeve that even I had to acknowledge was impressive.
In his long life of mixing magic and science, Phillip created a device that temporarily concealed his identity as someone else. It was seriously some Harry Potter shit, but instead of morphing his actual face with a potion, anyone in contact with him was somehow affected by chemically altered pheromones similar to what Sirens used. It played with their heads, sort of like a drug, and made them think Phillip was someone nearby to them. In this case, another Hunter. He’d appear different to each person, so it was vital we get what we needed and then get the fuck out. Linger too long and someone was bound to talk and get suspicious.
It did make me wonder for a tiny second if he’d ever used it on me, but I’d probably never get it out of him. Just another reason to not-so-secretly despise him.
Sloan assured me that they’d used it enough to know how long it worked and how much time we’d have. This was also Phillip we were talking about—the ultimate trickster—so he’d cleverly evade suspicion somehow, even with the odds stacked against him.
The dude was just annoyingly obnoxious like that .
The only other little detail to figure out was me being at one of the Organization’s facilities, restricted to high-level Hunters only. I might be Sloan’s partner, but my presence would definitely raise suspicions. That was, of course, until both Hunters disclosed how my identity was not known to most Hunters, save a few already privy to it.
Perks of being a kept secret, I guess.
And because Sloan rarely went to Organization-run buildings with Kris, it was unlikely anyone would immediately think something was off that I was there. They’d think I was his elusive female partner. Despite its name, sometimes our evil creator wasn’t so, you know, organized.
Ain’t that a bitch.
“And you said someone named Eddie was going to escort us through the building to where we need to go? Isn’t that dangerous for him? How do we know for sure he can be trusted?”
I geared up, preparing for anything. If things went sideways, we’d have to fight our way out of the facility. Which was the entire reason Phillip insisted he go. With my luck, some bastard knew we were coming and already laid a trap.
Phillip wore one of his signature devious grins, dressed like the sexiest bad boy of the year—a form-fitting black tank top and a pair of fashionable jeans. You know, the kind of jeans that really clung to the body and were a bitch to get out of. Not that I was imagining the melt-in-your-mouth delicious bad boy taking them off.
Okay, I was, but could you blame a girl when Phil’s backside was impossibly pert and it was any wonder how the fabric held up to the mere girth of his bulky thighs.
That’s not the only girth I want to admire …
The older Hunter was quite literally sin incarnate with his tattoos exposed and his thick, dark hair swept back away from his eyes. I’d forgotten how massive Phillip was; how every cord of muscle was the definition of strength. I may have, just for an itsy bitsy second, imagined licking every bit of inked flesh he left exposed. His neck was especially enticing from this angle.
Flesh you could really sink your teeth into, ya know?
I hadn’t really considered how thirsty my stare had become until the Austrian winked at me, picking up on how tasty I found him. “Oh, we can trust Eddie. I have so much on that bastard he’d be personally writing and signing his own death warrant if he ever betrayed us.”
Ominous much?
Catching my eye roll, Sloan was kind enough to explain the blue-eyed Austrian’s vague comment. “Kris will release information if Eddie were to betray us at any point in our visit, and it’d be the Organization and a great number of other unsavory types who’d be after him once she did. Should we miss a check in, she’ll act, and he’s plenty familiar with how Phillip and I do things.” The ghost of a smile Sloan failingly hid a second later sent shivers down my spine.
That’s one evil grin.
“Seems like getting dirt on your friends and enemies is the name of the game as a Hunter,” I commented snidely, eyeing Phillip and silently plotting how to do just that on the overconfident asshole.
His answering grin made my stomach twist, and not in the way I hoped. Instead of wanting to vomit or throw something weighty at his stupid face, all I wanted to do was push him into the nearest wall and rage fuck him.
I’m most definitely a nymphomaniac .
“Information is currency in our business, pet. So very few ever get enough on me to have a leg up. Let’s just say that I’m the last person you want to make an enemy out of.”
At least Phillip was a consistent arrogant asshole. I couldn’t write a better Phillip line if I tried. Talk about living up to an image, the dude was practically a walking, talking stereotype.
We get it. You’re a bad boy.
The Austrian’s glistening light eyes captured mine from across the space before I frantically looked away, too afraid of what my own eyes might say if I stared at him too long.
Fitting daggers and different bottles into my pockets, many I’d likely never use for myself, I tried to subdue my sudden nerves.
I’d gone up against worse and lived to tell the tale, so that wasn’t my main concern. No, what worried me was more what we’d find in my file; what secrets we’d uncover. As if the ones I already knew weren’t a literal shit-storm. But lately, the way Sloan and Phillip looked at me was different. Something was up. Something they weren’t telling me.
Slinging a bag of weapons over his shoulder, Sloan offered me a lingering look before heading out of the motel room ahead of us. It was the first time Phillip and I were alone together since he returned, and all the feelings, all the pent-up frustration and desperation, came rushing into my chest.
Clearing my throat, I went to grab another one of our weapon bags, but Phillip quickly intercepted me. And in a heartbeat, we were mere inches from each other. The heat of his body registered. Then his luscious scent one rattled breath later. Without realizing it, I spent a long minute inhaling his devastating aroma before Phillip captured my chin and my eyes were forced open .
When did I close my eyes?
I froze the instant the gorgeous Hunter’s warmth fused with mine, our hips meeting. Phil’s strong torso contracted, making every muscle painfully clear under his thin top. His bulky frame blocked out the light from the window, and I was drenched in his towering shadow. Every bit of Hunter training and anger that lived inside my chest for the last few weeks came whooshing out of me. But when I went to take another breath, Phillip’s mouth pressed gently against mine.
You’d never believe I told him I hated him a day ago, or that only a few days before that I’d been riding on top of Sloan—his friend—because I didn’t hesitate to kiss him back or sink my fingers into his shirt and yank him closer.
The familiar sensation of his lips caressing mine gave me every reason to let loose an outright feral sound. Normally, I’d be mortified, but I couldn’t be bothered to be ashamed. Not after yearning for this very thing for what felt like forever. Relieved didn’t cover how I felt when his tongue slipped past my lips and tasted the inside of my mouth, the same way it always had.
Every movement of his tongue and hands on my body were burned into my memory. Burned into my very dreams. It was everything I’d secretly hoped for from the very moment he came back into my life, and I couldn’t pretend anymore that it wasn’t. I’d hate him later. Hate could wait. Right now, I needed to kiss his damn face off.
Consequences and morality be damned.
His deep, thundering growl tickled my lips and chest before Phillip withdrew. I didn’t waste a second chasing him. Taking strong hold of his face, I went to my toes and slammed our mouths together. Thick, powerful fingers sunk into my hair, angling my mouth to better accommodate the older Hunter’s passionate kiss. His hands fled my hair, chasing curves and teasing my body like he’d spent every waking moment thinking about it. Wanting me the way I wanted him. Desperate to reacquaint himself with every place that made me moan and pray his name.
Oh God, it feels so fucking good.
Slipping hands under his shirt, I tasted every strong contour of his shape with the pads of my fingers, already too far gone to care how wanton I sounded, or how eager my body was to merge with his. The powerful Hunter gripped my waist, then took violent hold of my ass. Dragging me forward, our kiss grew wild and messy.
The sensual taste of his blood on my tongue when my incisor nicked the other Hunter’s lip was all I registered before I was pinned to the wall, my legs tightly locked around Phillip’s waist. The Austrian’s abs tautened against the palms of my hands still under his shirt and Phillip groaned into my mouth, the evidence of how turned on he was thrusting against my stomach.
“Phillip,” I breathed his name, praying reality would stay away for a moment longer so I could really enjoy the perfect feeling of his body pressed against mine.
I missed this.
When I went to rub his fully hard erection over his pants, Phillip captured my wrist and pinned it to the wall above my head. His chest rose and fell with effort. Clearly the man was struggling, so I rebelled for a heartbeat, desperate.
“Don’t do this,” I whispered, shamelessly pleading him. I needed him, and I knew what the look on his face was. It was the same one I’d wear once reality settled back in. “You fucking owe me this, Phil,” I added angrily, too far gone to have retained any semblance of self-respect.
“Du versuchst mich immer,” the panting Hunter whispered softly in his foreign tongue, forehead falling onto mine. “You’ll never know how much, mein Schatz.” Phillip’s thumbs caressed my cheeks, his eyes dancing across my face, and then he released me.
I nearly chased him again. Something told me I’d chase him to the ends of the earth if it came down to it. Maybe even to Hell itself. But as I took a step his direction, Sloan appeared in the doorway. Stiffening, I brought a hand to my mouth, attempting to hide my flushed face, but Sloan would have to be blind to miss the massive rise in Phillip’s tight-as-fuck jeans.
Eyes straying, I tried to feel guilty because the man I’d just sexed up like I was a starved woman walked in on me trying to sex up another guy the same goddamn way.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I couldn’t ascertain at first whether or not Sloan figured out what happened between us because the Brit’s smile never wavered.
Phillip didn’t attempt to hide anything and only offered the other Hunter his usual devious smirk. “Your timing is as impeccable as always, mate,” the shameless Hunter commented offhandedly, then slung the rest of our luggage over his shoulder.
Sloan’s eyes strayed over to me for a half-beat before he grinned at Phillip. “I’d say sorry, but we both know I’m not.”
Snickering, the Austrian clapped the other Hunter on the shoulder before heading out of the room and down the stairs. I struggled to say something, anything that might explain what happened, but the Brit merely offered me his gentlest smile yet .
“Don’t worry, love. You’ve done nothing worth that look on your face. You don’t owe me anything, and I’m not angry.”
I don’t fucking deserve this beautiful and unbelievably sweet man.
“Just focus on the task at hand, yeah?” was all he said before escorting me out the door.
Trailing beside Sloan, I struggled to get my head back on the mission and not how close I’d come to ripping off the Austrian’s clothes and boning him right then and there, even with Sloan just around the corner. I was guilt-ridden, but I wasn’t confident I wouldn’t do it again if given the chance. Which meant I really was heartless and broken.
Kate would be proud though, no doubt.
As I slowly made my way to our parked car, Phillip’s words replayed in my head. I repeated the Austrian’s words over and over, recognizing a couple he’d said in his native tongue but blanking on their meaning.
We’d tossed our phones when we got to the hotel and planned to grab a burner phone on the way to the facility to use for the mission, so Google translate would have to wait.
I really need to learn German.