Chapter 33 #2
His name rolls off me in a breathy moan, and my back arches as he glides a finger through my slit.
“I knew it, fucking soaked.” His words have me pushing against the pressure, and he answers my prayer as he glides inside me.
I twist my head over my shoulder, one hooded eye stealing a glance at a man who’s lost that cool, controlled front he’s displayed outside this room.
His head rolls back, the muscles bulging up his thick throat with the strain.
The grip on my hips tightens, and I know it’ll leave bruises in the shape of fingerprints, and I’ll look at them and smile at what they represent.
When his head snaps back, his eyes lock back onto mine, and it spreads goosebumps over my skin, making me feel like I’ve been caught in a predator’s grip.
The impatience inside me is brave enough to entice it closer, and I shift forward, then slowly arch back until my ass presses against him.
I do it again, and when he doesn’t move, I huff out a sigh of frustration “Lev, please.” My brows crease, and the thread that seemed to be securing its self-back together in his silence, unravels itself all over again.
“I love it when you beg with my name on your lips.” The guttural scream that comes from my soul is muffled when he slams into me, the material of my once whole t-shirt scrunching beneath me.
My breath is caught in my lungs as he slides against that spot inside me at a pace that makes my eyes roll to the back of my head.
The bed dips beside me and my eyes open briefly, enough to see his foot step onto the mattress.
He tilts himself at an angle that throws me over the edge, the pressure of his length now constantly pressing against my orbit of pleasure.
The coiling in my core gives way to an orgasm that rattles every fiber of my nerve endings.
Noc’s groan has me tightening around him, his words hissed through gritted teeth.
“Fucking hell.” I collapse on the bed as he withdraws, sending a shudder through my tensed muscles.
I roll onto my back, my hooded eyes staring up at this otherworldly creature that stands before me.
He reaches up, biceps tightening as inked hands spread through his damp hair, his chest rising and falling in sharp breaths.
He flashes me a blinding smirk, sending welcoming flutters around the center of my heart.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he mumbles, and I laugh as he shakes his head, grabbing a towel I laid out for him, the spray of the shower filling the room.
I flop my head back on the bed, laying in the blissful aftermath.
A darkened outline shades over my eyes, and when I lazily open them, Noc’s face is mere inches from mine.
His lips come to claim mine, and the kiss is a stark contrast to the way he just fucked me.
It's soft, tender, and silently possessive. When he pulls back, my pulse lurches at the way he looks at me, his whisper tickling over my lips. “I love you.” He pushes up, not even waiting to hear if I’ll return the sentiment.
I hear him step into the shower, and I couldn’t even force away the grin if I tried.
The next morning, we’re all gathered in the command center to formally report.
I woke up earlier and found the bed beside me empty, which had sent a small shred of unease through me.
That was until I remembered that Noc would have likely been called up earlier to meet with James and Burrows.
I stroll into the room to find Hunter, Rhaine and Adam already here, and I sit in the empty chair next to Adam.
“Sleep well?” he asks, typing away on his laptop and, just before I gear up to poke his eye, he looks up at me with a smile.
“You look better, none of those deep shadows under your eyes that have been there the last couple of weeks.” And here was me, thinking he was taking a leaf out of Phantom’s book and going in for a jab. I smile.
“Yeah, thanks. It helps when you have an actual mattress too, I suppose.”
He huffs out a laugh. “Tell me about it, and at least the rooms are more soundproof… partially.” My hand whips out and slaps his chest, his laptop almost skidding to the floor before he grabs it.
He raises his own defense. “Sorry, sorry. I couldn’t resist. I just thought you were trying to send morse code through the wall.
” I groan, sliding down into the seat further, and Adam’s laugh only grows, his hand reaching out to shake my shoulder.
My eyes peek open, I glimpse Hunter and catch the way he winks at Rhaine, her blush tells me that at least I’m not the only one enjoying themselves at night.
Phantom comes in next, running at a pace you would take if you’d missed the school bus, and plops down between us all.
“I’d just like to announce that I will never take quarters at a US base for granted, ever again.
” The room filters with laughter and hell don’t I agree with him.
Hawk strolls into the room, James and Burrows hot on his heels.
The room falls silent, the lights dimming as the large screen on the wall comes to life, providing a soft hue.
Adam leans over to me and whispers in my ear, “Not sure if I prefer this, or when Hawk had to use a twig to point at the map.”
I bark out a laugh at the memory, “The twig added to his character, that’s for sure.
Birds like their sticks.” Adam manages to keep his laugh more concealed than mine, the only giveaway is the shake of his shoulders.
My gaze shifts to the front, catching eyes with Hawk who raises a questioning brow, and I smile like a child caught elbow deep in a cookie jar.
But then I'm immediately drawn away as my senses intertwine with the awareness of Noc entering the room.
He's in an official military uniform, which includes dark camo cargos, combat boots and a shirt with his badge and number stitched into the side. My heart flips cartwheels at the nostalgia, finally able to revisit those times without the pain they used to bring, knowing the truth behind his absence. Normally they’d cause my throat to constrict with emotion, but this time it makes my throat gulp in hunger.
“Morning team.” Noc's voice is still laced full of that morning roughness, and it sends a low boom across the room as everyone acknowledges him.
I'm a tad slower whilst I deal with the feelings he sent straight between my thighs.
My “Morning, Sir” comes slower than everyone else's so he hears it.
His eyes glance up from paperwork on the desk to lock onto me in a warning, one I hope I'm punished for later.
And the way he hides his amused smirk with the back of his hand, tells me I will.
“Intelligence have managed to pull the upload data and gather everything from Graves’s files.
” I hold my breath as Noc eyes each of us as he speaks, the screen behind him pulling up various files.
“Graves has been smart. There were almost a hundred of these documents. They’re a mixture of reports, meetings and random letters with dates and numbers throughout.
Some relate to specific military objectives – others, we can’t quite figure out at this point.
But they may hold the key. He wants us on a fool's errand, there are 147 possible bases across the seven states.” My eyes narrow as I scan over the documents on the screen.
Some of them don’t even read like anything Graves would say, some seem like made up reports, the events not coming to mind as my eyes shift over the details.
Hawk speaks up as the screen shifts. “We’ve also tracked every legitimate security firm in the US.
None have been called out to protect anything in the areas we’ve located.
So, he’s either gone underground or sourced one through Volokov.
” My spine stiffens; Graves has anticipated this.
The man always seemed to have a backup plan for everything – an escape route neatly planned out.
Noc takes over. “We’ll continue to look over the files and extend our search for overseas security firms. This part may take us the longest. So, I need you all to be ready at any given moment to intercept him.
We will not chase the weapon, that’s for Viper-3 and chem warfare to handle.
You guys will be alerted of any sightings of Graves.
We unfortunately need him alive. The piece of shit has a lot of crimes to answer for. ”