Текст книги "Primal Law"

Автор книги: J. Tyler

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Eleven

Kira reveled in his mouth on hers, his tongue slipping inside to taste. Being held in his strong arms was heaven and she loved his size, how she felt surrounded. Safe.

His hardness poked against her stomach, causing her to squirm. He moaned and a little spurt of satisfaction went through her that she was the cause of his arousal. His need.

Big hands skimmed her sides, worked underneath her shirt. Found the cups of her bra and palmed them as he thrust upward, grinding his erection, seeking relief. The action caused an answering heat between her legs that spread low in her womb. She needed to be filled by him. Owned. Ravaged.

“Too many clothes,” she hissed, tugging at his shirt.

Briefly, his eyes seemed to glow. “We can remedy that.”

She yanked the garment over his head and then scooted back some, attacking his belt. With a low chuckle, he raised his hips to help her along and she freed his thick cock, lifted out his heavy balls. She’d never thought of a man’s package as particularly beautiful, but Jax was everything a man should be. And much more.

Suddenly she couldn’t think of anything she wanted more than to taste the precum seeping from the slit of his cock. To wrap her lips around the head and drive him crazy with lust. In the past, giving a guy a blow job was something she could take or leave—mostly leave since the act was usually all about hispleasure, not hers—but this time was different. With Jax, the pleasure would go both ways.

Sliding to the floor, she pushed his knees apart and crouched between his denim-clad thighs, smoothing her palms on top of them. She loved the feel of his muscles bunching under her fingertips and wanted to see more.

“Off with the jeans,” she ordered, smirking at his surprise. A slow grin curved his sexy mouth as he complied, sliding the offending material down his hips.

“Whatever the lady wants.”

“Smart man.”

As she eased the jeans and boxer briefs down his legs and pulled them off his feet, she glanced up to see a shadow darken his expression. His gaze flicked to his injured leg and away, so quickly she might’ve missed it if she hadn’t been paying attention.

Gently, she kissed the scarred flesh that twisted around his right thigh. “Your scars don’t make you any less handsome to me. They don’t matter.”

“You think I’m concerned about my looks? No, I deserve exactly what I got and more for trusting the wrong person and leading my team into a trap.”

His voice was filled with such self-loathing her heart went out to him. “I don’t believe that and neither should you. Someone took advantage of your trust and broke it, and that person is responsible for what happened. Not you,” she stressed.

“But I—”

“Hush.” Bending over his lap, she grasped the base of his cock and gave the slit a lick, catching the drops. Saltysweet flavor burst on her tongue and he sucked in a breath. Oh, tasting him was going to become addictive, real fast.

“Kira,” he moaned. His head fell back to rest against the sofa and he spread his legs wider, raising his hips the slightest bit, a silent encouragement to continue with the welcome attention.

She didn’t need much convincing. As she took the spongy head between her lips and began to suckle, it was readily apparent that giving in to him was to be its own reward. His tanned skin was hot, his long, thick cock flushed dark, balls heavy with need. He was sprawled before her like a feast, one hand buried in her hair, the other clutching the arm of the sofa as though he might blast off any second and had to somehow anchor himself.

She watched his face as she took him deeper, sucked his rod and laved the silky underside, pumping the base. His eyes were closed in ecstasy, chest rising and falling more rapidly, making the swirling tattoos on his shoulder move and seem almost alive.

“God, I can’t take much more,” he told her roughly.

His control was admirable, but he was no match for her bobbing up and down. Taking him to the back of her throat, and out again. She slid along his length until he pushed her back carefully with a low chuckle.

“Damn, woman, I’m about to lose it. My turn,” he insisted, his dark tone making her shiver in anticipation. He slid to the floor next to her and patted the sofa cushion. “Brace yourself, honey.”

Moving forward, she laid her front half down on the comfortable seat, hyperaware of him positioning himself behind her. Even though he was exposed and vulnerable moments ago, she wasn’t certain she liked feeling that way herself. She was too skinny, shaped too much like a boy without womanly curves and the lush bosom that appealed to so many men. She didn’t know what a hottie like Jax saw in her body, but he seemed to appreciate it just fine.

Can’t fake a gigantic hard-on.

“Spread for me, baby.”

She inched her knees apart more, and the position had her offered with her ass in the air, ready and willing to be his.

“That’s it. Jesus, you’re so pretty.” Two fingers dipped into her slit, already hot and wet. Rubbed and smeared her juices, played with her clit. “You like that, baby?”

“Y-yes. Please . . .”

“More?”

“Please, don’t stop!”

“Don’t worry. I won’t leave you hanging.”

Suddenly his lips were bestowing soft kisses to the small of her back. It was slightly ticklish and she stifled a giggle, and then he moved on. He caressed her rear and then nuzzled her sex, taking a tentative swipe with his tongue. Arching her back, she opened for him as much as possible, telling him without words to take what he wanted. Give them what they both needed.

As he laved her folds, tongue dipping inside, she started to feel too big for her own skin. Like she was swelling, a balloon becoming more and more full, heat pushing at her from inside out. The feeling began in her sex and washed to her limbs, filtered into her blood, bringing it to a gradual boil. Searing her.

“Oh . . . Oh, Jax.”

“You taste so sweet,” he whispered. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

The image his words inspired, his mouth working her into a fever, shattered whatever resistance was left. Her bones melted and she submitted completely, his to do with whatever he wished. She was his. Nothing else mattered.

She needed him as close as possible. Inside her. Please! Fuck me!

Had she shouted out loud? She wasn’t certain. Only knew that he was holding her hips now, bringing the head of his cock to her slit. Nudging her entrance. Her skin was scorching and she needed him.

“Gonna take what’s mine,” he growled.

Moaning, nearly out of her mind, she pushed backward, and that was all the assent he required. His cock slid inside, stretching and filling her. So good, so right. He was huge but it didn’t hurt, simply made her feel complete as he slid all the way home. His balls nestled against her, springy hair from his groin and thighs sensitizing her to every nuance of him. Of them together, connected as they should be.

Then he began to thrust, spearing deep into her core. Tantalizingly slow at first, letting her feel every inch of him. Then picking up speed, putting some power behind the pumping, his fingers digging into her flesh.

Not just fingers, but claws. Stinging just a bit, but only adding to the wicked pleasure.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was surprised she didn’t object to his feral nature coming out during sex, and wasn’t afraid. Instead, his barely leashed wolf only turned her on even more, and she was shocked to realize she embraced them both as they fucked her into oblivion—Jax and his beast.

Beyond that, she couldn’t think. Her body was caught in a raging inferno only he could sate. Flesh slapped against flesh as he impaled her repeatedly, driving even harder when she made helpless whimpers. Almost there.

“B-bite me,” she begged. The words slipped out of their own volition, a reflection of the need she couldn’t acknowledge before. Almost as though she had no choice.

“God, baby. You don’t know how much I want that.”

Her orgasm exploded and she cried out, convulsing around his cock. He stiffened and followed her over the brink with a shout, pumping her full of cum. Emptying into her with such force, he was plastered to her back for several moments after.

Panting, she floated back to earth, the post-orgasmic haze leaving her boneless. And very unsure where they now stood.

“Why didn’t you bite me?” she asked quietly.

Kissing her shoulder, he pulled out and then turned her around, gathering her into his lap. “Because that would have mated us, and you weren’t ready.”

“How do you know? It felt like I was ready. It was all I needed at the time, so badly I couldn’t think straight.”

His eyes were a little sad when he replied. “Exactly. You feel so strongly about not giving in just because it’s nature, yet you were helpless to the pull of mating while we fucked. Think about it, baby. If I’d done what you asked in the heat of the moment, you would’ve hated me for taking advantage.”

“No, I wouldn’t have.”

“You would,” he insisted. “Has your opinion changed about mating before love, then?”

She stared at him with a sinking feeling in her gut. “No.”

“Then you would’ve hated the sight of me, and I might never have earned another chance to win your trust.”

Oh, God. He’s right.Face heating, she looked away and wished she could disappear.

“And there’s something else you should know.” He paused, obviously reluctant to continue as he took her chin, made her look at him. “If I bite you—hell, if any shifter does—there’s a very good chance you could become one of us. You need to decide if you can live with that before we mate. Because if we do, I haveto bite you.”

Her mouth fell open. Of course there was a chance. Why hadn’t she thought of that possibility? She might become like him. A wolf.

“Jax, I—I—” Overwhelmed, she fumbled for a response that wouldn’t hurt him more than she had already. “I need time to think.”

“Hey, it’s okay. I understand, even if my wolf is howling like a banshee and threatening to claw his way right out of my skin, leaving me nothing but an empty husk.”

His attempt to joke made her feel worse. “I’m so sorry. I know you’re in pain and it’s all because of me.”

“No, angel,” he said softly. “It’s nobody’s fault. Let’s just take this as it comes and we’ll be fine.”

“You won’t be fine.” She touched his face. “You’re burning up, and it’s not just from having hot sex. I’m scared to death about what Dr. Mallory told me could happen to you. Ishappening.”

He shook his head in dismissal. “Melina is overly cautious. That’s her job. Us shifters are tough and it’ll take more than a few raging hormones to bring me down. We’ve got plenty of time to decide what we want, and I don’t want you worrying about this anymore.”

“I can’t promise that.”

“Do your best, because I’m okay.” He kissed her nose.

“Promise you’ll tell me if it gets too bad?”

“Sure.”

He didn’t exactly say the words and she frowned, knowing he’d keep his misery to himself as long as possible. That he’d put her feelings before his own needs, no matter how much it hurt him, caused something warm and wonderful to expand in her chest.

“I’m glad you forgave me for what I said in the clinic,” she told him.

He winked. “Me, too. Got me laid, didn’t it?”

She dug her fingers into his ribs. “Smart-ass.”

Falling backward, he laughed, pulling her with him, and the tickle fight was on. She managed to get a few more digs in his ribs before he latched on to an ankle and tortured the sensitive bottom of one foot.

“Uncle!” she squealed. “You win!”

“I’m the boss. Say it!”

“Ahh! You’re the boss,” she gasped, trying in vain to wrench away her foot.

Mercifully, he released the appendage and helped her up. “The boss demands you shower with him.”

“Humph. I suppose you’ll want me to wash your back, too.”

“Of course. But I’ll do yours, too.” His voice promised more extracurricular fun than a simple shower.

The hunky wolf delivered, too, soaping certain crevices perhaps a tad more than necessary, making her laugh and shudder in delight by turns. She wasn’t laughing, however, when he guided her to brace herself on the tiles, his hardness rubbing the crack of her butt, declaring that they weren’t finished playing.

“Gotta have you again,” he murmured. “What you do to me . . .”

He made love to her there with the water cascading over them, nice and easy, with such gentle heat her eyes burned with unshed tears. Never had there been a connection like this with any other man. Never anything that felt so right. As though everything she’d been searching for had coalesced here, with this man, in this place filled with strange inhabitants.

He took them to the peak and they exploded together, him buried deep inside her, whispering endearments in her ear. She was so at peace, yet when he withdrew again without giving in to the need to claim her as his own, guilt pricked at her conscience.

Despite his insistence that he was fine, she couldn’t help but imagine what terrible price his patience might demand.

And whether she’d ever be able to reconcile the man as one with the beast without the fire of his touch blowing apart all reason.

“Jax?”

“Hmm?”

Kira trailed a finger over the broad expanse of his chest, hoping he didn’t close off when she pried. But she had to know more about the man at her side. “Tell me about Afghanistan. When you were changed.”

He went so still for a few moments, she wasn’t even sure he was breathing. When he finally began to speak, his voice was so low, bleeding with remembered pain, that she held him tighter.

“What’s to tell? We ventured into the mountains on a routine patrol, and encountered creatures out of our worst nightmares. Then some of us awoke to realize the lucky ones were dead, and the rest had to live with the fact that we’d become freaks at best, enemies of the human race at worst.”

She hugged him tight. “Obviously neither was true. You guys were put in the unique position of protecting the world from creatures most people don’t even know exist. Have you ever stopped to think about all the lives that would’ve been affected if you hadn’tbeen changed? How many would be lost by now?”

After a moment, he admitted, “It’s crossed my mind. But it’s hard to get that through my head when the personal cost has been so damned high. Call me selfish, but that’s how it is.”

“That’s not selfish, just human.” She cursed herself for her blunder. “You know what I mean.”

He kissed the top of her head. “Yeah, I do.”

“You’re not a freak.”

“And yet you don’t know if you can embrace both sides of me.”

Rising up, she propped herself on his chest and looked him right in the eye. “Get it through your head, that’s not true the way you mean it. I’ll admit I was a little unnerved by the shifting at first. But the only problem I have is with the biology of the mating thing not giving us a choice. It’s like we’re not in charge of our destinies.”

“Everyone has a choice.” He arched a dark brow. “You’re here, for instance, and nobody forced you to get down and dirty with me. Twice. Three times if you want to get technical.”

“You’ve got me there.” She couldn’t help but smile at his self-satisfied expression. “You’re a hard man to resist.”

“Just hard, period.” He leered at her.

“You have a point,” she teased, wiggling against the hardness in question.

The chirp of his iPhone interrupted them. With a putupon sigh, he grabbed it off the nightstand and peered at the display. “Text message from Nick. We’re meeting in one hour, and he wants you there.”

“Me?” She frowned. “Must have to do with my old employer.”

“My guess is he’s ready to plan the recon on the NewLife building. We can obtain the floor plans, but you might have other information we can use.”

“I don’t know. I’ve told you everything.”

“We’ll see. In the meantime we need another shower.”

“Without the messing around, or we’ll be late.”

His grin made her pulse leap. “Punctuality is overrated.”

They were almost ten minutes late. Holding her hand, Jax pulled her into the room where the rest of the team was already assembled and talking among themselves, waiting for Nick to start. All eyes swung their way and a couple of the guys snickered. Nick gave them a knowing stare, appearing curious. And if she wasn’t mistaken . . . was that a wave of sympathy, maybe laced with a touch of sadness, she felt from the boss as he studied them? What was that about?

Embarrassment colored Kira’s cheeks at the others guys’ razzing, but she kept her head high as she and Jax found seats. She was grateful when Nick began the meeting without any remarks about their tardiness. He hadn’t struck her as that kind of man, but the lack of censure was still a relief.

“First off, I invited Kalen to join us so he can get a feel for how we work,” Nick said. “Does anyone have an objection?”

“Not as long as he keeps his wand pointed in the other direction,” Aric cracked. The others laughed, except for Nick and Jax.

Kalen accepted the challenge. “I wouldn’t point my wand at you if you were the last ugly, one-eyed, threelegged shifter on earth.” One corner of his mouth quirked up. “Not that I use one, ’cause those are so last century. Just sayin’.”

“You’re all right, man.” Aric slapped him on the back, and a couple of the others did the same, as though he’d passed some sort of male test.

Kira slid a glance to the young Sorcerer, who was unusual to say the least, even among present company. She’d never seen someone who seemed so alone in a roomful of people, though he appeared okay with the group’s good-natured ribbing. If he planned to stick around, he’d have to get used to that.

“Since there are no protests, let’s move on,” Nick said, gaining their attention once more. “I checked on the NewLife facilities, and the closest one is in fact the Las Vegas location. As most of you are aware, our newest staff member, Kira, used to work at that building and fled from there with some tissue samples and a suspicion that her bosses are involved in altering human DNA and gene strands. Based on study of the four bodies provided courtesy of the sheriff’s department and coroner, Melina and her lab assistants have concluded that these same changes were being forced on these men at the time of their deaths.”

“And your team heard the corpse, Henry Ward, tell me about one of the bastards who killed him wearing a polo with the NewLife logo on it,” Kalen put in.

“This guy is powerful shit,” Jax whispered in her ear, referring to the Sorcerer.

She glanced at her lover. “No kidding.”

Nick acknowledged Kalen’s statement with a nod. “And that’s why we’re sending a team into the Vegas building in forty-eight hours. You’re going to do a search, see what you can find. Which brings us to why I asked Kira to come.” He turned to her. “Tell us what you can about the level of security there.”

Put on the spot, she fumbled for a few seconds. “Well, I’d say security is what you’d expect for a company of that size and reputation. It’s not Fort Knox, but an outsider would have a difficult time breaching their perimeter.”

Ryon smirked. “They didn’t count on us.”

Kira doubted most of the population would be a match for Alpha Pack.

Nick ignored the comment. “Give us the rundown of what they’ve got—how many guards and so forth.”

“There’s a security guard on each level of the building at all hours, and they work in three shifts—day, evening, and deep nights. There are cameras on every floor . . . except in the basement,” she recalled, sitting up straight. Why had she never realized that before?

“I’m guessing the basement is where you found the tissue samples,” Jax said.

“Yes, in the restricted lab area down there. And when I was escaping that night, it’s also where I could have sworn I heard a male voice begging for help.” She shivered at the memory. “It was brief, but terrible. I thought I was just frightened, imagining things.”

“But you don’t think so now?” Nick asked.

“No. With everything that’s come to light, I believe it’s highly possible I heard someone in need of assistance. Or at least got an impression of pain and desperation.”

“An impression?”

She nodded. “I get feelings from people, pick up their emotions. It’s gotten much stronger since I’ve been here. Actually, it wasn’t until I got here that I really was sure of it. I’d say that sounds crazy, but among this group . . .”

Nick’s tough veneer cracked some, his eyes warming. “You’re an Empath. It’s an occupational hazard.”

Silence fell and she became aware of the others staring at her. She’d thought it possible, but to hear Nick announce it in a room full of guys with unrivaled special abilities made her more than a bit self-conscious. What good was one puny Empath in comparison?

“That may be, but it’s hardly a useful talent,” she demurred. “Anyway, I have a friend inside who I’m pretty sure will help us. His name is A. J. Stone and he’s a security guard.”

Nick welcomed the news with caution. “What makes you think he’ll be willing to place himself at risk? He could lose his job over this, or worse, if anyone suspects him.”

“I wasn’t the only one who thought something weird was going on at NewLife. A.J. believed it, too, and we talked about it in private more than once. That night, though, I didn’t tell him what I was doing. He’d called in sick, which was just as well. I didn’t want to get him in trouble.”

A pang of guilt went through her. A.J. was probably worried and thought something bad had happened to her. If it hadn’t been for Jax, something terrible would have.

“Can you—all of us—trust him?” Nick asked.

She didn’t even hesitate. “Absolutely. He has a good soul. It shines from him like a beacon.”

Jax winked at her. “And you thought your talent wasn’t useful.”

“I’m not convinced it’s anything but plain old intuition,” she said, flushing. “But I believe in A.J. If you want, I can give him a call and explain what’s up, and then let Nick talk to him so they can discuss the details of getting you all in and out.”

“That sounds fine.” Their boss let out a deep breath. “I just know that whatever we do, we have to take action fast. There’s something a lot more important than lab samples waiting for us in that hellhole, and time is running out.”

The guys were grim now, none of them participating in the usual joking around. To see them so serious, knowing Nick’s visions were nothing to take lightly, formed a ball of ice in her stomach.

“Are we taking the jet?” Jax asked.

Nick shook his head. “Not enough room, and we’ll need plenty of space on our way home. We’ll take two Hueys and a doc to ride in each. Once we get to Vegas, we’ll land at our usual hangar and take a van and the SUV. Any questions?”

Jax had one. “What about Kira and Kalen?”

“They’ll ride along, but they won’t participate. Maybe next time for Kalen.”

The Sorcerer nodded his agreement.

“I think Kira should stay here,” her lover protested with a scowl.

“We need her there, just in case. Anything else?” Subject closed. Nobody spoke. “Then we’ll go wheels up in forty-eight. Get your rest; you’re all going to need the energy.”

As the meeting broke up, Kira playfully punched Jax in the arm. “Come on, don’t get pissy. Nick wouldn’t have let me come if it wasn’t safe.”

“He can’t interfere in free will—you know that,” he said in a low, unhappy voice. “If something bad was going to go down, he couldn’t change the fact. Besides, I just don’t want you anywhere near that building.”

“I’ll be fine. I promise to stay out of the way, like he ordered.”

“You’d better or I’ll put you over my knee.” He made the threat sound like fun, and followed it with a half smile.

“Haven’t I told you not to threaten me with a good time if you don’t intend to follow through?”

“Hey, it’s not a threat—it’s a sure thing.”

“We’ll see about that, big guy.”

“Oh, yes. We will.”

His grin sent a sizzle to her nipples, fingers, and toes. And everywhere in between.

She couldn’t wait.