Ca'yal, page 10
part #1 of Hell Hound Central Series
“What? Why?” She couldn’t make much sense when she was so close to seeing the stars.
“Not without me.” She nodded and drew a breath in when his fingers spread her lips wide and started playing with her. He inserted a finger.
If he was checking for wetness, she was wet and soon would be flooded. He used a second finger and was soon spreading them apart like he needed to make sure she was wide enough to take his cock. One downward look and she agreed it was on the massive side. Her tongue came out to lick her lips. She never compared her ex with anyone but if she was going to… he’d lose all day long.
“Size matters,” he whispered in her ear, “but only if you know what to do with it.” He lifted his hips with a deft move he lodged the tip of his cock into her pussy.
He was off to a good start she thought as she spread her legs wanting to be able to take all of him. A slow push had her ready to tear out her hair as sensation after beguiling sensation bombarded. For once in her life, nothing mattered but her and the male that was making her crazy with need. She was living to hear his deep sighs and growls as he sank deeper into her. When he finally was fully immersed in her, she wanted to hold on for dear life, to enjoy the ride, but she never wanted to let him go. How could such intense pleasure and joy ever happen a second time?
“This is us,” he whispered into her ear before lifting up and driving home.
Ivy let out a high-pitched moan and met him thrust for thrust. She kissed and caressed him anywhere she could as she kept moving getting closer to that moment when she knew she was going to lose all reasoning. For once she was okay with that.
She placed everything she was in his hands with the expectation that he would take care of her. In return she found herself holding his very essence in her hands.
“Cay, baby, please,” it was all she could manage.
“I’m with you love.” His thrusts came faster as they felt their breath labor for a release that was just a fingertip away.
One last hip thrust and she was pushed into a blazing inferno. Her body lit up brighter than fireworks in the night sky. A scream of sheer bliss was torn from her and she held onto Ca’yal. He was her safe harbor in the midst of the storm he created.
He joined her with a deep growl of his own. The growl gave her a satisfaction she never realized was missing before. She knew without a doubt that she satisfied him as much as he satisfied her. A smile tilted her mouth. There was nothing like pleasure and joy being mixed together.
He rolled over still somehow keeping her attached to him. her head found a comfortable spot on his chest. Yes please, she thought, I’ll keep him.
Chapter Fifteen
There is nothing like waking up the morning after you’ve made a rash decision. That decision could be anything like drinking too much or going home with a stranger. Maybe belly dancing on the bar at your favorite bar. In Ivy’s case, it was attacking her maybe mate and forcing him to have sex with her. Wonderful, sensual, when can we do it again sex. Still, she didn’t really give him a chance leading him around like a bull with a ring through his nose.
She’d do the walk of shame, but where would she go?
“I wonder if it was the right thing to do?”
“What?” She peered over her shoulder to see what Ca’yal was talking about.
“Nothing, I was just thinking if I were you, I’d be thinking something along those lines.”
“I’m an extremely confident woman. I have no reason to doubt.” She chewed on her lips for a few. “If I was doubting, which I’m not. What would you say?”
He shrugged and stretched like he hadn’t thought of it. “I think I would tell you I love the tiger I see in you. The one who took on vampires and faced a crazy woman, both wanted to end your life. Then I’d pull you tight,” he proceeded to demonstrate by pulling her into his arms. “I’d tell you I also love the kitten in you. The one who walks softly and can be hurt by words that are at times sharper than knives. I like how she has made Adem and my brothers feel good in her presence like she was family from the beginning, and I love the trust she places in me. What makes you is that you’re not one thing but multilayered.”
“If I were doubting, I would puff out my chest taking in everything you said,” she pushed at his arms. “If, now I have to go to the bathroom. Not all of us have a bladder big enough to hold lake Michigan.” She rolled out of the bed to his sexy laughter.
“Wait till you get old hound boy you’ll regret not going to the bathroom more often.” The door closed behind her.
When she was alone, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to laugh or cry. Being laid bare for someone to see inside of her was hard. To be so open that her soul was on display was crushing her even as it set her free. Last night a feeling of being who she was slotted into place. The her, she always hid was on display. Love me or hate me, but this is who I am. How can sex do that? Nope, not sex. She made love last night giving everything she had. The fact that Cay took but gave back at the same time is a wonder she may spend the rest of her life pondering.
One quick shower later and she was back in her bedroom. Cay was still sprawled across the bed like he was God’s gift to women. She growled and amended that thought to be God’s gift to her.
“I love your growl and your claws.” He threw her a smile and then an air kiss.
“Unless you want to feel my claws, I suggest you get up shower and find me some food.”
“Yes, kitten.”
“I can’t be a kitten or a tiger,” she grouched. “You know the whole cats and dogs don’t get along and you’re definitely a dog.”
“Hound get it right,” he said as the door to the bathroom drifted close behind him.
When he was gone, she let herself smile. Damn, she was happy. After dressing she took her iPad into the kitchen.
“Ivy! Where have you been? I was about to call the local cops and declare you a missing person.” Violets face was scrunched up with worry and anger.
“I’m sorry Vi, please forgive me?” her hand went over her heart.
“You’re okay, right? You look like you're still alive. Are you still alive or are you calling me from the other side? Mom is gonna freak out!” She paced in front of her iPad.
“Sit down before you faint. Of course, I’m still alive. What have I told you about ghosts? They are not real.”
“Are you sure?” She took a seat as her chest sank down into her body Her arms shook as she tried to blink fast so the tears hanging out in her eyes weren’t discovered.
“I’m sorry hun, I should have known better. So much has happened that I didn’t want to get you involved in. I was wrong, you’re my twin and you deserve the truth.”
“Darn straight I do. Would the truth have anything to do with the too hot to be real guy standing behind you?”
Ivy turned around to see Ca’yal looking like he wasn’t sure if he should interrupt.
“He’s part of it. Ca’yal,” she held her and out to him. “I want you to meet my twin, Violet. Vi this is Ca’yal he’s my… he’s mine.”
Violet’s face lit up with happiness. “I think you’re right Ivy, he’s yours. Hi, I’m Violet you can call me Vi if you want too. As you can see Ivy and I are twins.” She laughed knowing they looked nothing alike.
“I can see, it’s in the smile and the joy for life you both have.” As simple as that he won Violet over.
“Hold on to this one Ivy, he’s a keeper. Now tell me what’s been going on. If mom calls one more time and says did you talk to Ivy today, she’ll be coming for a visit.”
“I don’t want that,” Ivy gasped. She really didn’t want that; her mom didn’t play when it came to her baby girls. She’d burn this town to the ground if it meant keeping her family safe.
Both Ivy and Ca’yal filled Vi in.
“Wow, and yeah I’m not sure what else to say. Do you need me to come down? I’m already plugging your address into my phone.”
“Give that a hard pause. Right now, we’re good. If we need help, I’ll let you know. Don’t you have a showing coming up?”
“I do. I’ve been working with reds and blues. I have absolutely beautiful paintings for the showing. As we both know I only do it for the artistic release, but I should make some money!” They both laughed as they mimed doing the cha-ching.
“I’m with you I only write to give me something to do in my downtime. Now, what was I lying about? Oh yeah, money.” They laughed again. They both learned a long time ago that artists needed to eat and pay those pesky bills.
Vi’s eyes got big as she watched Ca’yal get up and disappear from sight. “What’s he doing,” she whispered.
“He’s starting breakfast.”
“I’m so jealous, so jealous, I have to go now so that I can stew in my jealousy. Do not let him go or I will swoop in and steal him and ‘F’ sisters before misters.” Her connection cut off.
Ivy laughed until she got a stitch in her side.
“You love your sister.”
“At times it feels like we were one person and someone split us apart in the womb which would make sense if we were identical.”
“I think you’re more alike on the inside than you think.”
“Probably,” she took the plate he handed her and waited for him to sit before eating. “What do we do next,” she asked after they made small talk and finished eating.
“We go get some answers.”
She was all for that. Ca’yal called a portal, they met Me’akal and Ly’zel outside of Samantha’s cell. She noticed that she could still see inside, but it didn’t look like Samantha could see out.
“She can’t see or hear us,” Ca’yal answered the look on her face.
“Are we all going in?”
“No, only you. I think she’ll be more talkative if she thinks she’s talking to prey she has a chance of overcoming,” Me’akal told her.
“Thanks, big bro I’ve always wanted to be seen as prey.” They moved to the side so she could enter the room without them being seen.
“Where’s your big, bad protector,” she grimaced looking at Ivy.
Samantha was sitting on a double bed that looked very comfortable. There was a bathroom off to one side of the room with a half wall for privacy and a table with two chairs closer to the door. Breakfast was sitting on the table.
“Not hungry?”
“You just want me to eat it as an easy way to kill me.”
Ivy walked over to the table taking a seat before she dug into the breakfast. “Damn, this is good. All it needs is coffee and orange juice. If you don’t want it…”
“Don’t touch my food,” Samantha snarled.
Coffee and orange juice made an appearance as well as two glasses and cups.
“Why don’t we talk while you eat?” Ivy made her coffee then poured a glass of orange juice as she waited for Samantha to eat some.
“Are you here to boast about how you beat me? If you are this is round one, we’re not done yet.” She slowly ate her food savoring it.
“Round one of what?”
“Like you don’t know. Why else would you be here?”
“Can you act like I’m ignorant and explain it?”
Samantha rolled her eyes before she wrinkled her nose like she smelled something foul.
“Alright, I’ll play. Every five hundred years or so, all the sups try to renegotiate power. We basically play war games. The word games isn’t technically correct. You will live or die at the end. Power has pretty much been evil for the last two thousand years or so. No one has really expected any different. Mainly the darks play, the lights ignore the games. This year there was an outpouring or a reaching of darkness we never felt before. It wanted to play too.”
Samantha ran her hands down her arms before standing up to walk around. Her arms clutched around her middle giving the impression that the very words being drawn from her hurt.
“I never felt that kind of power or that kind of evil. People whispered that it was Satan finally coming to claim the human soul. The evil wouldn’t let anything take its credit. It’s old, older than the planet. I don’t know its story all I know is it faced defeat when it came here and now it’s ready for its revenge.”
“How did I become a part of this?”
“That I know. It’s the same way as most people become victims. Wrong place, wrong time. It wants them, your boyfriend and his brothers. They’re protected and didn’t have any weaknesses until you showed up.”
“It sees me as prey,” the words fell from Ivy’s lips in a soft sound.
“Don’t they always?”
“Yes. Why, did you come after me?”
“At first, I really thought someone was trying to add a spark the games, give a new quest. By the time it got real, there didn’t seem to be a way out. It was your life or mine…”
“Yea, I’m not mad at you. I’d be thinking the same thing.”
“What happens if it doesn’t get me?”
Samantha stopped to laugh in her face. It took her a minute to contain her mirth and pull herself together. “I think you’re more confident than you have a right to be. Let’s play your game. If it were me, I’d pick a new target until I got what I wanted. If revenge was the only thing, I lived for nothing short of death would stop me.”
“Why did you give up so easily?”
“I didn’t give up. You and those horrible things you were with got in a lucky strike.”
“Humor me.”
“Once you win, and your revenge is complete what do you do with whatever is left?”
“You destroy it.”
Chapter Sixteen
“If you don’t let it out soon, you’re going to bust.” Ca’yal was stretched out on the floor as he watched Ivy wear out a path in front of him.
Ivy wanted to scream. How could Ca’yal understand? They were talking about her planet and her people. She never did the marches although she felt like the woman’s march, and the march against men wanting to control what she did with her body were all good marches. She simply wasn’t the type who marched. It might make you think she didn’t care but she did. Whenever she could afford it, she put her money as well as her action where her mouth was.
This was so much more. This evil would make sure there was no one around to march or even care. It would make sure both men and women died and if there were aliens that lived among them that had different sexes they would die as well. Why? For revenge. It made her wonder if this was the evil that affected mankind even though it slept for so long.
“Two weeks Ca’yal and we don’t know any more than when I talked to Samantha. Let’s face it she wasn’t exactly a fount of information. There is some sleeping evil, we don’t have a name or a gender for it, that is propositioning the darks in order to get what it needs for revenge. That’s it, all we know in a nutshell.”
“That’s enough.”
She stopped and turned her eyes on him laser focus in her gaze. She almost smiled as she saw him draw himself in readying himself for a blow he knew was never coming. He wasn’t scared of her, far from it. He did small things like that to remind her that he viewed her as a worthy adversary. Was it any wonder her heart beat faster every time she saw him?
“In a blink of an eye, we could be dead!” She shouted trying to make her point.
Ca’yal stood walked over to her wrapped his arms around her and called for a portal. “This is a fault line. Your people are aware of it, they monitor it, for all the good it does them. What they aren’t aware of is the volcano that resides beneath the line. If at any time that inactive volcano becomes active it will use this line to tear your planet apart. If it happens, it will happen in a blink of an eye, nothing you or anyone else can do.”
Before she could protest, they were hovering over the ocean, she assumed since she couldn’t see land. “Deep under the water is a tiny little hurricane that could grow to become the largest ever recorded, but it doesn’t. If it ever does, the whole earth has one day to say goodbye. Tragedy is something we live with every day and horrific tragedy dogs our footsteps, but we don’t stop. At least we didn’t use to. Should we allow this unknown factor to stop us from living our lives? Doesn’t your great book say that when the end comes people will still be getting married, having children and partying?”
Her feet touched the floor in the living room. She walked to the couch and flopped down. “You do have a unique way of making a point.”
“I was voted most likely to win friends and influence people in my how to track for money class.”
Her eyes flew up to his perfectly calm face before she lost it. The fear that she kept inside of her came out in waves of laughter. If she were going to die, she wanted to do it beside Ca’yal.
When he sat on the couch next to her, she curled up and laid her head in his lap. The good thing about the last two weeks was the love he gave her and showed her.
“Sometimes it feels like too much. Like someone set out to overload every sensory input I have.” His hands were traveling over her body making her shiver.
“Maybe I can…” Light started flashing that had nothing to do with his mate light. “We need to go.” He pulled her up and called a portal.
They ended up in the back of a large meeting hall, behind potted trees that stood close to ten feet tall and were several feet wide.
A gavel struck a large metal object sending a sound through the room that seemed to walk down her back with sharp claws.
“Come to order,” the woman at the front of the room called.
“I think that’s the same woman that kidnapped me,” Ivy whispered as she got a little closer to the opening between the potted trees.
“It seems the entity wants to make our games more interesting.” The woman who called herself Sorgina told the room.
“What could be more interesting than steal the girl and kill her for her power,” called out a male.
“Vampires,” the world came out as a slur. “All you care about is getting your fangs bloody. The entity needs several…” she paused as if she were trying to find the right word. “Accouterments in order to do the job correctly. We are on the hunt to find the first one.”
