Chapter 14 #3
The power found North half a mile up the ridge trail and took him off his feet.
He had gone out to run the resonance off, to put cold air and burning lungs between himself and whatever Flash and Lechuza were doing to the house, and the distance bought him nothing, because the blast when it came didn’t travel by air.
It arrived everywhere at once. One moment he was on the trail with his pulse in his ears, and the next the world folded, and he was in a bed, a soft mattress at his back beneath a high ceiling and warm light.
The power washed over North like a tidal wave, his body arching as it crashed through him.
His dick pulsed, hard and ready, inside the woman straddling him.
The woman who had brought him towels, Llika.
Her name echoed in his mind like a prayer.
She threw her head back, her dark hair a wild cascade against the moonlight streaming through his window.
Her breasts, twin globes of dusky skin tipped with hard, dark nipples beckoned his mouth.
Her body, still joined with his, trembled as the force hit them both.
He rolled and took one of her erect nipples into his mouth, working the hard nub with his teeth and tongue, her hips thrusting uncontrollably, his painfully erect dick seated in the wet, tight sheath of her took him over completely.
She cried out at each penetration, her panting breaths hot against his neck, driving him crazy as she clutched his shoulders, trying, it seemed, to pull him into her body, lost as deeply in the pleasure as he was.
His orgasm, the most powerful one of his life, froze him, mouth open, thick, guttural cry releasing like a gunshot, held him in ecstasy, his throaty growl and reverberating groan melding with a chorus rising from every room in the house.
They were pulled into the maelstrom, gasping, whirling in a pleasure so thick that the disorientation threatened even his grounded nature.
The world dissolved into sensation, golden threads of light, blue flames of desire, the mountain's song swelling around them until it was the only thing he could hear.
Another climax hit him, so hard black, velvet stars exploded behind his eyelids.
As the fire dissipated, so did clarity. Llika collapsed against his chest, her breathing ragged, her heart beating a frantic rhythm against his own.
She pulled his face to hers, and her voice came solemn and certain through the dissolving light, the words landing in him deeper than sound.
"The Visionary must be protected at all costs. "
He floated and drifted, coming abruptly awake. He sat up in bed, his heart pounding, his body slick with sweat. He had gone for a run. How had he ended up here? Naked? Content and sated. The imprint of a woman's body next to him, the scent of her still lingering on his skin.
Fly…
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The safe house was silent, the kind of heavy silence that comes after a storm of data and activity.
Komodo had for some time known that Tex and his teammates were leading him and Krait around with clues and missions that went nowhere.
They weren’t any closer to finding Lechuza now than they were a few days ago.
He sat in the corner of the dimly lit room, the glow of the laptop’s monitor straining already tired eyes. That stopped now.
His thoughts shut down, and at that moment, she slipped back in like she always did when his guard was down. Wren Mercer, her callsign Mouse fitting her perfectly, she was small, quick, underestimated, and got into everything, especially under his skin.
She was a computer expert in the CIA Shadowguard command division, sharp, insubordinate, and infuriatingly calm.
He hated her job. He hated that a leak had cost him a mentor, a man whose death he’d spent years trying to rationalize.
She never seemed affected by him, never flinched when he glared, never bent to his authority.
But it wasn't the work he resented. It was the thought.
The dark, intrusive thought that had been gnawing at him for weeks, filed away under what's wrong with me?
He couldn't get the image out of his head.
He wanted to hold her down. He wanted to fuck her from behind, to take her until she couldn't speak his name, until she was broken and whole all at once. He’d told himself it was just lust, a dark fantasy, a reaction to her defiance.
Without warning, there was a whisper of heat on the back of his neck as if lips had pressed there, something snug circled his neck, adding to the sudden confusion.
Then his skin was on fire, a sensation swirling in him that made him suddenly shift, intensifying by the moment, hitting him hard, making him groan softly as he closed his eyes, his nipples painfully erect, his cock thickened, and he stiffened in the chair.
The air grew heavy, dense with an intensity that made the hair on his arms stand up.
At that moment, a voice resonated inside him like a channel opening. Will you answer the call? The Shadowguard rise.
Something opened in him, a calling, an oath, the power of it hitting him so hard it imprinted on his heart and his will like a brand.
He could feel the shift in his bones, in a place that he knew but didn't know.
The lock and key turned somewhere far away, and it resonated in his very bones.
Komodo gasped as the world dissolved. The safe house, his laptop, the silence all melted away.
He was on his knees, sitting back on his heels, the cool floor a stark contrast to the fire burning under his skin.
His hands were bound, the restraint a stark, undeniable reality.
Around his neck, the collar felt both foreign and intimately known, black leather with silver studs and an intricate swirl of pattern and meaning, pressed into his skin with each ragged breath.
The leash, a matching weave of leather and silver, was taut in her hand.
She knelt before him, a vision that fractured his mind.
The foundation was Mouse, delicate, short, dark hair, the sharp, intelligent face he resented and desired in equal measure.
But superimposed over her was the Amazonian echo, a powerful warrior with long, dark hair cascading over her shoulders, her form strong and achingly beautiful.
They flickered, one over the other, a living paradox.
The only constant was her eyes. Dark, timeless, and knowing, they held him captive more surely than any bonds.
She leaned in, and he tensed, a jolt of anger and anticipation shooting through him. He expected pain, a claiming, a punishment. Instead, her mouth closed over the head of his cock, and his entire world shattered.