Hide & Seek: Games and Fangs (Ravana Moon #2), page 9
I gripped harder around him, my hand burning with the friction until I moved forward allowing the water to reach between us.
“Mmmm. I want you inside me. Now!” I screamed to the broken wall in front of me. Both of my hands reaching behind me to grab his ass, nails scrapping skin when his cock neared my rear entrance.
“Here?” a low husky whisper met my ear. “Or here?” He moved to my pussy, already dripping with need.
I decided a change was in order, and I wanted to make sure I’d be in rare form for later. My pelvis moved forward and then back. His cock repositioned at my ass.
“Here. Now.”
“As you wish.” The heat of his breath tickled my ear again and juices erupted from me. I released him as he bent me forward over the half wall. His fingers massaging my hole. One entered to the ring, which he circled his finger around, then added another. I slipped my hand down to my mound. Making myself cum while he readied me for him. When his cock entered, I couldn’t help pushing back against him. A loud moan escaping both our lips as my hand delved deeper inside me. His hand covered mine, and he guided me to a climax, then began moving behind me. His cock sliding in and out until he hit that spot that made my knees wobble and I had to clench the wall with both hands to keep from slipping out of his grip.
“Harder. Right there,” I hissed.
His strides became more intense. Each push into me was harder than the last. My pelvic bone hit the wall with such ferocity I felt like I was being slammed from both sides. Just as I thought my knees would buckle, Massimo spun me around, wraps my legs around his waist and plunged in me.
“Oh, damn.”
My back against the wall, my head lolled back to lean on the ledge. Nails scraped against his shoulders as our bodies collided. I shuddered with the last of my orgasm and looked in his eyes to see they’d turned red. His fingers dug into my thighs as he moved, pulling me toward him with each thrust against me. I flexed and tightened my insides, and released my fangs, sinking them deep into his neck.
“Fuck, Red.”
I could feel him explode inside of me. His release sent all kinds of feelings through my body. A tingling that never quit until he’d met his end. Licking his wound and sealing it, I leaned my head on his shoulder and let him carry me to the bed after hitting the lever to turn off the shower.
Chapter Twelve
Massimo
I had no idea what came over her. Or me for that matter. One minute I was ready to read her to riot act for drinking herself stupid and putting herself in danger with hellhounds out there, obviously trained to attack her on sight. Then we were heading to the shower. That look in her eyes made me follow her. A look of pure determination. The one I saw in her eyes not too long ago when we first made contact in a men’s room at the club and didn’t know who the other was. Now we did, and since we figured it out, she hadn’t looked at me like that. Not once. It was seductive as fuck.
How could I reprimand her after that? She all but begged me to fuck the shit out of her, then passed out in a cold sweat on her bed. She laid there for an hour before getting up to take an actual shower. I stayed away, keeping my distance before the lower half of me plunged into her again. Watched how the suds clung to her skin and slid down her bare backside. How her hands slithered down her body, caressingly. Intentionally making me weak in the knees.
I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t think of the words to say. I just sat down on the edge of the bed and watched as she riffled through her clothes. Her usual comfortable attire gone, changed out for the old style she’d worn before we came together. I often wondered if she stopped dressing that way because she was considering my feelings about her showing off her assets to others, or if she just outgrew it. Looked like it was the former. I was glad to see her emerge in a traditional Ravana Moon outfit.
Black leather pants with laces down her thighs, fishnet from thigh to knee covered in large straps and thick buckles. A long zipper traced the rest of her leg, on the outside to her ankle and those adorable red bottomed shiny black heels. Her black bra visible only by the straps that traced above her breasts where her low-cut shirt didn’t cover. It was black, laces trailed from her breastbone to just above the line of her bra cups making me want to trace my tongue from one breast to the other.
Her hair dried, sending the tendrils into a dozen or more large curls fanning around her body. She looked at me when she finished, that same look still in her eye.
“Are you coming? We have a lot to go over and a hellhound pack to hunt.” Then left the room before I had a chance to answer.
Getting dressed for me was easy. I slipped on my most comfortable jeans and a black Def Leopard shirt, socks, and my boots and headed to the kitchen where I found Red and Delia sipping coffee.
“You're usual. Black.” Delia handed me the steaming hot substance, and I took a rather large sip before letting it cool. It didn’t sting, not like it would have if I were human, but I felt the heat and was glad for it, being able to snap out of whatever trance Red had me under I looked around again.
“What are you looking for?”
Red was at her computer searching through her emails she had sent over the last few days.
“I never save anything. I deleted an email with the date and time of Amanda’s transfer. I sent a confirmation email over to headquarters, and I’m looking for it, hoping the original email attached itsel…f. It did. Tonight. Midnight. Oh, and the contractor will be here tonight to fix the shower wall, and the windows in the back.”
Delia looked up from her coffee to note the time on her watch. “Okay, and do you want me to ready a cell for her?”
“Yes, the one next to Kelly will be fine.”
“Right next to her?”
“The rooms are all soundproof. Kelly won’t be able to tell you’re down there.”
“Right.” The poor Keeper looked absolutely terrified. Her face seemed to pale more than usual. Though it was nice to see her in her usual beige pencil skirt and blouse. Her blond hair swept up into a neat ponytail. A vast contrast to the way she appeared while Ravana was on the brink of death.
Delia stood and headed to the elevator. She stopped and turned as if to say something but continued on. Her heels clicking against the tile in the hall rang in my ears until the soft carpet of the elevator was met.
“Red, is something bothering you?”
“No, why?” Her eyes moved quickly over the words on the screen. Another attack while she was drunk off her mind.
“It’s just…you seem a bit different tonight.”
“I’m starting to feel like my old self again. That’s all.” She stopped on a news report about large bears seen huddled together in the untouched wildlife of Ravenna Park. “Do bears huddle?”
“I don’t believe so. I think there is a territory thing. You might see two or three together if it were mating season.”
“Well, then that tells me where we go hunting tonight. Or at least where I’m sending men out to go hunting. I’ll send a team of ten.”
To her credit, she picked up her cell and dialed. Placing the phone to her ear, she shot out orders for a team of ten, mixed to head out to Ravenna Park, then put the phone back on the desk.
“You’re not going to insist on going yourself?”
“No, I need to be here to oversee Amanda’s transfer. Besides, that would be suicide until I’m fully healed. I still have a couple of broken ribs.”
“Did I…?”
“No,” she spun around on me, “You didn’t do anything I didn’t ask for. Besides, I wasn’t feeling the broken bones.” She gave me a wink before turning back to her screen.
The fact that she was still hurting from her attack was a bit unnerving. I could have hurt her further. I could have broken her further. I took my coffee and sat at the table, letting Red do her thing. This newfound attitude toward the case was strange. I was also feeling out of place. It felt as if she were keeping me at arms-length. We had officially taken one huge step backward. So, I was no closer to claiming her than as I was in the beginning. It had to be Emerick. He had to have said something to her to get her riled up enough to go out beyond the borders of her safe environment. Of course, once again he was missing.
After thirty minutes of watching Ravana scroll through emails, I decided to head to the lab. The armory was locked up tight while construction crews moved in and out of the various rooms putting in the final touches. Things of which I had no idea, but things that Emerick said were necessary to have. Even after Red had already nailed down what she wanted. Delia confirmed what we all knew, that Emerick was a skilled scientist. If he said it was needed, then it was.
An office was put in by the armory. It was small, enough space for a desk, two single filing cabinets and a small table for a coffee maker and microwave. A security officer would be on duty around the clock to protect the items in the safe. Without the lab being on the same floor as Red’s apartment, and not being able to control who came and went three stories away, it was a necessary evil.
Still, with all the modifications needed to be made to the Tower, Red did not want to move to the building that has been headquarters of the Order for the last sixty years or more. I was not sure of the particulars. With everything being changed, and our being gone for a few weeks, the place was starting to feel foreign to me.
Stepping into the armory, I felt as if someone were watching me. That feeling of someone walking over your grave and plunging a shovel down inside. It wasn’t until I got inside and shut the gate letting the lock engaged that I felt okay about being there. I wanted to check the safe and make sure the stone was secure. Only with so many eyes around, I could not be sure none of them would be on the keypad. It was the first time I felt like the room should have its own four solid walls. Though, because the blade was also inside, my need to peer inside to make sure nobody had taken it was overweighing the feeling of sabotage.
“What are you doing in here?” A large man with even bigger knuckles cracked my way as he emerged from the office beside the gate.
“Just checking on things.”
“Well, I don’t know how you got in there, but you best get your ass out here now.”
I laughed inside as his fists flexed. His dark face looked dangerous as his brows angled and creases marred his skin.
“Simmer down, fella. I have clearance, or else I wouldn’t have gotten in here. Obviously.”
“I wasn’t told about anyone other than Emerick and Ravana herself having clearance to the armory. You sure aren’t Emerick, and I do not see big breasts through that shirt. So, you can’t be Ravana.”
This was getting ridiculous. In how many more ways was Emerick going to try and push me from Red’s life? I squared my shoulders and reached for the handle on the gate. He pulled his weapon. “Slow now.”
“I have clearance, so you were obviously misinformed. Besides, do you really think that gun is going to help you at all?” I bared my teeth, and he didn’t even flinch.
“No, but it’ll give me enough time to get back-up. It’s a stunner.”
I decided to move slowly, pulling the handle on the gate door. It pulled free, and I stepped out into the lab. The construction crew stopped to take in the action. Not that there was any.
“Listen, buddy, I live up top with the boss lady. If you just give her a call, she will tell you I have proper clearance and I didn’t break in.”
“Oh yeah, what’s the name?”
“Massimo?” Ravana’s heels could be heard over the dim humming of the lights above. Nobody made a sound except for those shiny black shoes across the tiled floors. “Put your weapon down. He has clearance to everything in this building.”
“Sorry, ma’am. Just doing my job. I was given two names, and his is not one of them.”
“Well, now you have it. Massimo is a resident of this building and is working for the Order. His access is on file. Regardless of your verbal list. I suggest you take a look at it.”
She spun around. Obviously wanting me to follow, but I couldn’t wrap my head around what she was saying. She didn’t tell many people her business, but I didn’t expect such a professional response either.
We took the elevator to the prison floor. Ravana’s leather pants rubbing as she moved made me forget the earlier questions and made me want to grab each of her legs and hoist them around my waist. That was until she started talking logistics again.
“Amanda’s transfer is taking place in five minutes. She has to be escorted to the cell we have picked out for her, and paperwork needs to be signed. Once the prisoner transfer is complete, we can question her. I don’t want anyone from the PCI present when I do so.”
“Understood.” I looked at the walls as we exited the elevator. Then shifted my gaze to look at Red. She was busy looking at an acquisition form I hadn’t seen her carrying. She was all business. A side of her I hadn’t seen in months. “Are you feeling ok?”
“Hmm?” She didn’t bother looking up from what she was reading.
“Your ribs, love? Feeling ok?”
“I don’t feel a thing. I told you. Doesn’t hurt.” She looked around as the elevator began to move behind us. “You ready?”
I gave a nod of my head, placed both hands in front of me, remembering my soldier days and waited for the doors to open. What I saw when they did was mind-blowing.
Chapter Thirteen
Ravana
Amanda was usually the picture-perfect type, like Delia. Where my signature was red, Amanda’s was in being invisible unless she needed to be seen. I couldn’t call her that when she stepped off the elevator. Picture-perfect didn’t come in matted brown hair with silver streaks and blackened eyes. I knew I was planning to interrogate her, but the goons at headquarters seemed to have a different definition for the word.
The slender woman stepped from the elevator and stumbled her first few steps toward me. I nodded in Massimo’s general direction. Moving as fast as he could he grabbed my friend by the arms before she managed to fall to the floor; her aging body working against her.
“Gentleman, you have paperwork for me to sign?”
The shuffle of feet let me know Massimo was already taking Amanda to her cell. The man with dark hair and shades stepped forward with a clipboard handing it to me. I sliced the meaty part of my forearm and signed using the blood on the tip of my red painted fingernail. It was unnecessary, but fun to watch the horror on the human’s face as I did it. I could tell by the creases at the corners of his eyes and the way he coughed how uneasy the act made him. The other was subtler. Only the elevation at which his heartbeat was the only sign that he wanted nothing more than to run away.
“Now that our business is concluded, you’re both relieved of your posts. As well as every person who had anything to do with the condition of the prisoner. I’ll send pink slips later today. You may leave.” I turned my back to the men, listening for their departure and the chime of the elevator.
Watching Massimo through the glass with Amanda made my own heart beat faster. I had pulled away. I did it on purpose. I was sure he was aware, but as long as he still got to be with me, I didn’t think he would care. He was still the only one I wanted to share my bed with or the shower for that matter. There were plenty more places I’d love to take him, but as the occasion called for a leader of sorts, I had to push those thoughts to the back of my mind.
Things had been more straightforward when I could sleep around, and nobody cared. I was immortal. I could never settle down, and maybe I’d been kidding myself into thinking I could have with Massimo.
When he emerged from the cell, he didn’t say a word. He took his place by my side and waited for me to speak, but I didn’t. Not to him. Not then. I reached out and hit the com button to open communication between Amanda and me.
“Amanda, do you know where you are?”
She coughed, hunched over on the cot, and used one of her hands to move her legs to her body, propping herself up against the wall, her knees to her chest. “The Tower.” Her response was gargled, but audible. She tried to clear her throat and failed but spoke anyway between gasps of air and coughs. “I didn’t…do what they say.”
“Don’t worry, friend, I believe you, but you know protocol. You won’t be mistreated anymore, but I do need to question you. Perhaps when you're healed.”
Massimo moved in to press the button on the com, but before he could, Amanda spoke once more. “Thank you…for rescuing me.”
“You are welcome. Rest. You’re safe.”
Amanda rested her head against the wall and Massimo hit the button. I turned toward the elevator and felt his hands hot on my arms.
“You don’t mean to keep her a prisoner, do you?”
“I have to. It’s protocol.”
“Fuck protocol. You’re in charge now. You have to fix this.”
“I can’t.” I pulled from his touch and headed toward the elevator.
“She’s your friend. How could you do this to her?”
“I can’t show special treatment toward anyone, even a friend, or the male I happen to be screwing. I have to show that I’m a capable leader or this company will dissolve around me. Then what? We’ll all be at the mercy of the PCI. Do you want that?”
“No.”
“I didn’t think so. So, for a change how about you shut up and remember I am the one in charge.”
“Oh, so that’s how it is? You get to call the shots, and we don’t have a say anymore? We’re no longer a team because you're putting on the CO hat?”
“I have no choice. Do you know someone more qualified, trustworthy and unkillable to take the job? Because believe you me, I would love to hand the hat over. I have no interest in sitting behind a desk for a millennia.”
He looked back at the cell and then stepped into the elevator hitting the close button.
“I didn’t think so.”
Emerick disappeared to the sanctuary of his home, and Massimo returned to his apartment below mine. I spent a week alone in my penthouse with nothing more than the inner thoughts Delia rambled about to keep me company. We were still no closer to figuring out who was breeding the hellhounds, or who from my home village was turned and may have a grievance with me. It was odd, to say the least.
