[Draven's Crossing 1] Hidden Diversions (21 page)

“Bag everything and have the techs recreate the scene back at the station’s warehouses. Let’s wrap things up.” She walked up to the head of the HellHound Unit, Mike Sampson. “Mike, you know what to do. Just make sure no one is bitten, okay? We’re too close to the full moon, and I don’t want more bloodshed just because tempers are high.”

Mike nodded.
“Understood.”

He walked off and for a second Alyssa allowed herself the moment of watching his tight, muscular ass covered in denim.
God I need a man
, she thought to herself. She took one more look around the living room then the foyer area and shook her head.
Please, don’t let this be the serial killer. We don’t need another body.
Her gaze snagged on the blood trail.
But if he’s fucked up, then I’ll take it. What the hell are you doing, Torger? Where are you?

* * * *

Torger secured the handcuffs around her wrists and gave them one last check over before he went to the foot of the bed and looked over the Velcro straps. Wicked delight tingled down his spine. He had Isy at his mercy. Her hair formed a dark halo, streaked with dark pink threads. In the golden light of the candles, her cocoa skin was gilded as her eyes burned with desire. Ripples of pink scales appeared and disappeared on her skin. For a moment, he stood fixated on the rare display. Her dragon had decided to come out to play.

Fire appeared in her eyes, turning them to a molten gold. “Are you gonna stare or are you gonna fuck me?” she challenged.

He grinned.
All that fire for me
. If he could purr, he would. Instead, he climbed onto the bed and settled down on his stomach, like she did earlier. Her glistening pussy lips, flushed red and her thick, distended clit beckoned him. He inhaled her musky scent of desire, impressing it to his memory to replay later. This would be his first time with her, and he wanted to take his time, give her as much pleasure as she could handle and push her beyond her limits.

Rather than dive in and eat her out, he turned his head and pressed his mouth to her inner thigh. Her skin was silken heat under his lips as he gave her open mouthed kisses, nipping and sucking her flesh. His reward was her gasps and groans as her legs shook and her body writhed. He transferred from one leg to another as he gazed up her body to watch her reactions. Full lips parted as she gasped and thrashed her head on the pillow. Sweat shone on her face and her chest. The tightened tips of her breasts begged for his touch and mouth.

He refocused on her glistening pussy lips. He took a slow lick, first up one side and down the other, pausing to rim her dripping entrance. Tang and salt rolled over his taste buds. He groaned. Torger needed
more,
he needed to gorge himself on her cream. He buried his face between her thighs, licking, sucking, nipping and drinking her honey until it smeared his chin and mouth. His nose nudged her clit. She rocked her hips against his lips.

His name was a chant that filled the air along with her cries. Her body shook around him as she came. He didn’t bother to stop it. His whole world narrowed down to making her come over and over again. Torger shifted on the bed as blood filled his shaft, thickening it. He couldn’t stop the movement of his body as he flexed his hips, driving his cock against the blankets to get some friction, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted to feel the sweet squeeze of her vagina around his dick.
The bliss of driving into her body over and over again as he sucked and nipped the tips of her breasts.

Instead, he continued to eat her out until her body twitched and her moans of pleasure fell silent. He lifted his head to take her in. Her eyes were shut and her breath came out in pants. He grinned and kissed his way up her body, going over her flat stomach and traced the under sides of her breasts with his tongue.

“Still alive?” he teased as he circled one breast with his tongue.

“Barely, but I can take anything you dish out, wolfie,” she growled. She opened her eyes and lifted her head. Her eyes burned with deep brown fire and pink sparks.

He and his wolf accepted the challenge and sucked one of her thick nipples into his mouth. With strong tugs and pulls, he drew out more gasps and groans. He could feel strength coming back to her body. Varying shades of pink scales rippled over her skin as blush colored smoke issued from her nostrils and mouth. Her body heat increased with each suck of his lips. A tremble of heat wound around his spine as her dragon emerged.

Torger wasn’t scared in the least. He continued his ministrations to her body, going from one breast to the other. He could hear the rattle of the handcuffs and metal clinking against wood. The bed shook underneath him as she became more animated. Her cries, moans and groans were deeper, with an edge of a growl in them. He didn’t
stop,
instead, he kissed his way up her chest and neck to take her lips, swallowing the noises as he pressed his body to hers. Her nipples scored his chest as she moved underneath him.

Isy’s curves complimented the hardness of his body. He wanted to keep her against him, hold her to him always. Torger closed his eyes and savored their closeness. A sharp prick on his shoulder made him look at her. Anger filled her eyes. “Fuck. Me,” she ordered.

Her legs shook in their bonds and he heard the rip of Velcro in the air. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed her wet heat to his cock, grinding her hips against his. The sweet friction sent threads of electricity through his body, rushing up his spine. The ache in his balls increased with each brush. He gritted his teeth as his wolf howled in his head, demanding the union.

Pain lanced his body, shearing the heat of passion as his wolf’s energy surged forward to initiate the change. His fingers became longer and thicker as his fingernails grew to sharpened talons. Fur blossomed on his skin in ripples, coating his chest, back and arms. Torger let out a howl and took her lips in a hard, demanding kiss as he gave himself over to the wolf completely. A sharp snick of metal snapping sounded from a distance.
Isy’s arms twined around his neck as she responded to his kiss.
Their bodies rocked against each other and rolled around the bed as both fought for dominance.

Pain reverberated through his body and stole his breath when his head and spine smacked against the floor. Isy took that momentary pause to grab his cock and press the blunt, wide head to her entrance. In one swift move she pushed down, taking him into her tight sheath without a single pause. She placed her hands on his chest and held him down as she rode him, up and down in a hard ride that sped up the searing pressure in his body.

Torger growled and snapped as the alpha in him didn’t want to be at her mercy. He grabbed her hips and rolled them around, took hold of her wrists, raised them over her head and held them there as he took over the rhythm.
He pistoned his hips, fucking her hard and fast.
Torger bent his head and took another possessive kiss before turning his head and biting down onto her shoulder. His teeth popped through the skin. Blood, salt and spice filled his mouth as he used the claiming bite to make her his mate. He poured the wolf magic that made him a shifter into her, binding their souls as the fire of the dragon merged with the earthiness of the wolf. Vines of heat wrapped around them, pulling them closer as he pressed his body down to hers. Her nipples scraped against his chest as he rocked against her.

The flex and flutter of her vaginal muscles grasped and massaged his cock with each thrust. He held the bite until the telltale tingle filled his balls, buzzed around the base of his back and up his spine and swathed his brain. His testicles pulled closer to his body as he came. His shaft twitched, semen filled his rod and spurted deep into her core. He continued to fuck her until his balls were empty and he could no longer move. His body went limp as he rolled off of her panting with his heart racing. It was official now. Isadora Jones was all
his,
and no one could tear them apart.

* * * *

Abbott placed the last of the roses on the pyre. Michaela looked peaceful in her eternal sleep.
Her skin pale and luminous, features relaxed and dressed in a gown that Ariel had found from one of his children who acted in local plays.
It’s a shame I have to give her to the public.
He shook his head and tucked his letter to Isadora under Michaela’s hand and then waved Ariel forward. “Put her in the hearse and drive her to Isadora’s studio. I would send her to the cabin but there’s no telling if the police have allowed her home yet.”

His children picked up the wooden platform with care and carried it out of the room, Ariel at the head of the group directing them. Abbott collapsed in a chair at his desk. Worry gnawed at his nerves. Hours had passed by and not a single slip of news; not from Isy or her blog or even the studio. The DC news sites were quiet. No word yet on the disturbance at Michaela’s apartment. When Ariel had gone to get the surveillance tapes, they were already gone and the place taped off with officers standing guard. When she’d inquired as to what happened they said a home invasion gone wrong.

From the neighbors, they’d said the DCPD’s infernal HellHound unit had been sniffing around but there was no sign of the beasts around his home. That didn’t mean he wasn’t being watched. Evanson wasn’t answering his calls. Being out of the loop was infuriating but there was nothing he could do. All he had was time and to pray that his offering was understood. If she got the message, then he would give himself up without a fight. He pulled some stationary toward him and began to write out his instructions to Ariel. After his death, she would have to lead his children, guide them and make sure that the lost little lambs wouldn’t go astray and do everything that Evanson told them. Their research was important.

* * * *

He licked the blood off of his fingers as the hunger slithered through his veins. Pings of fire burst in his stomach. Anger lanced his heart in a quick slice of pain as he let out a howl.
Still hungry.
Need scrabbled around his gut as his cock throbbed. Saliva pooled in his mouth as thirst took hold of his throat and squeezed. The robed figure in the corner snapped her fingers. He glanced up, annoyed that his feeding wasn’t enough.
More meat, more blood, more, more, more.
He growled as the figure snapped her fingers again. She threw back her cowl. In the dim light of the apartment, her black hair glimmered, pulling in any color from the walls. Her emerald green eyes flashed as her thin mouth pulled taut into a slim line.

“We must go. You’ve had enough.” She hissed. She slipped out a whistle and held it up for him to see.

He growled again.
That damned thing. Not again
. Anger colored his vision, bathing the world in a blood red hue. Without thought he moved, tackling her to the ground. He pinned her hands to the floor and inhaled.
Sickly sweet fear with just a hint of his brother’s cologne on her parchment thin skin.
His stomach recoiled, threatening to expel his latest meal.

She was at fault, denying him more meat, more drink, his brother. She separated them, kept Ivan from him. He let out a howl and brought his head down. His teeth sunk into her skin, breaking the surface like a pimple. Metallic life flooded his mouth as she struggled under him, shouting at him in a language he didn’t understand, didn’t care to try and translate. He ripped out a chunk of her throat and buried his face in the wound gorging on her blood, letting the fire and heat of her body saturate his being.

He lifted his head and let out another howl and bent down to feast on his prey. Her body continued to struggle but there wasn’t much energy there. It didn’t matter. She would soon be gone and Ivan would be all his.
Just like it used to be.

* * * *

Ivan paced outside the apartment. They were taking too long. He could sense the HellHounds close by. If he was found here it would all be for naught. He punched the wall as he cursed Abbott’s failure.
Candidate?
Isadora Jones’ assistant was a candidate?
How the
fuck were
they supposed to clean this up? Couldn’t he have found another elf?
Or another human who fit the bill?
Godsdamnit
, he growled silently. Another check of his watch showed that his brother, Kristopher, had been in there for an hour. They’d found an old woman who fit the bill for his brother’s appetite.
Perfect blood match and weak as a kitten due to cancer treatments.
Why was this taking so long? Nervous energy dictated his movements. He yanked open the door and whistled. “Let’s go!” he barked out.