Immortal Ops: New & Lengthened 2016 Anniversary Edition (11 page)

“Off…off…I’m gonna…come,” he said frantically.
 

Her eyes shifted colors, like his could do if he wasn’t careful. The green in them deepened and the tiniest hint of amber wolf pushed through. She leaned down and grabbed his head to her chest. Her warm breasts pushed into his face. He fought the urge to bite down on them and leave his mark. He wanted to claim her as his own, but…

“Off…baby, I can’t hold it…I’m going to come in your hot, wet…oh…” His voice sounded weak, even to him.
 

She yanked the hair on the back of his head and slammed her body onto him. She tightened around him as her orgasm hit, contracting, milking him. Her eyes rolled back slightly.
 

Give it to me…I want to feel your hot come in me…I want to feel you exploding deep inside me
… “Luke...” she said softly.
 

Unable to hold it any longer
,
he released his seed into her. It erupted with such force that he shook. He grabbed Peren and pulled her to him, his cock still deep within her. He sank his teeth into her tender flesh and savored the coppery taste of her blood before licking the wound and watching it heal over instantly. It felt as if tiny, invisible threads were pushing in and out of them, weaving them together as one.
 

“You’re mine now…forever,” he stated, very matter-of-factly.
 

“I know,” she said, rolling to the side, falling next to him on the bed.
 

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead. She moaned slightly and moved her leg over his. The smell of her sex filled the room. He should have been sated, full, satisfied. Instead, he was left wanting even more of her. “Peren, baby.”
 

“Hmm?” she asked lazily.
 

Lukian stroked her auburn hair and kissed her again. “Take me in your mouth. I want to feel those soft lips wrapped around me.”
 

She lay still for a moment and he thought she’d say no. When her tiny hand wrapped around his still-hard cock, he knew she’d do as he asked. She slid down the bed and planted tiny kisses on his abs as she went. She reached the base of his penis and giggled slightly.
 

His brow creased as he leaned up to look at her. “What? Laughing at a guy in that position could cause him lasting damage.”
 

“No, Luke, I didn’t mean to laugh. I’m nervous. I’ve never done this before,” she said, slightly embarrassed, her cheeks reddening.
 

“Oh baby, talk like that will get you flipped over and that sweet little ass of yours attacked. I can’t control myself when I’m near you. I want you, all of you.”
 

He reached into her hair and coaxed her mouth near him. He could read her thoughts and she wanted to take him into her mouth, her ass, wherever he wanted to take her. She was his mate, no doubt about it.
 

Peren’s tongue ran out and over him, sending shivers down his legs. She took him slowly into her hot mouth and inched her way down his shaft. The head of his cock touched the back of her throat and her eyes widened. It took her a minute to move, but when she did, it was pure ecstasy. Each lick, each suck, sent his body over the edge and the wolf closer to the surface.
 

He growled out and tossed his head back, letting his balls tighten
,
coming down her throat. She drank him down, sucking softly, not missing a drop. Lukian’s legs jerked and Peren continued to move her mouth up and down on him.
 

He pulled on her head gently. “Baby, I’m done.”
 

She moved her mouth off him and licked her lips. “No, you’re
not. You’re going to fuck me again,” she said in a sultry voice.
 

Lukian laughed, deep and long. “Oh baby, you’re killing me.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Lukian lay perfectly still, holding Peren in his arms. She’d been asleep for several hours now. After making love several more times in the bed and twice in the shower, Peren was exhausted. He was grateful she hadn’t seemed to regret what they’d just done. In truth, she had no idea what they’d done, he knew that. How could she? He tried to think of the various ways to tell her that he’d just claimed her as his mate, his wife. He’d never had a mate before. He’d had lovers, even a few who meant a great deal to him, but never any who made him feel the way he felt with her—complete.
 

He had wanted to steal away and ask Green how his research was coming. It had been careless of him to lose control and finish inside her. If it turned out that her body wasn’t supernatural enough to accept his seed, then she would never end up getting pregnant, or worse yet, would get pregnant and die.
 

Lukian took a deep breath and buried his face in her silky hair. He silently prayed for her to be physically able to be his mate in every sense of the word. He wasn’t sure he could go on if she wouldn’t be in his life, or if he’d hurt her in any way. It was bittersweet, thinking of her possibly carrying his child. He would never forgive himself if harm came to her because of it.
 

His mind raced to his men. He’d spent the last how many decades lecturing them on the need for safety, for control. They didn’t lead normal lives. Being a member of an elite, supernatural, special operations team didn’t leave much room for a family. The other men were young yet. They weren’t over fifty. Except for Green. He, too, was old.
 

Green had been in his early thirties and a scientist when he’d volunteered for the experiment. He was one of only a handful of survivors. The only reason he’d made it through was that he’d been attacked by one of the captive weres and not injected with serum. He came by his panther part honestly; there was nothing man-made about him. The dawning of the madman in Germany put an end to America’s secret experiments for close to twenty years after that. They in no way wanted to be associated with the likes of that maniac.
 

None of the other men looked a day over twenty-five, the age they’d been when they joined the program. In the scope of immortals, they were babies. They most likely wouldn’t feel the need to reproduce for another twenty years or so. He, on the other hand, was much older than fifty and had believed he would never find his mate.
 

Now, as he lay with Peren in his arms, he suddenly felt unsure. Not of her or what they’d done, but of what to do next. According to the code of the shifters and supernaturals, Peren was now considered their leader as well. She was his chosen mate and most likely the future mother of his children. Her word carried as much weight as his, in theory. He knew that it would be a difficult sell to the shifter community, especially his pack. They would naturally question his choice in a mate because she was not a full lycan. She was something, that much he was sure of, just not full werewolf. The biggest problem of all was that he knew damn well Peren had no clue what she was, or what
he
was for that matter.
 

He shook his head to clear his thoughts. Right now, his concern had to be about Peren’s safety. Someone had paid big money to bring them in to take her down. The very thought of having even considered killing her made him flushed and nauseous. He would die before he saw her hurt
,
and he was guessing that would be a very real possibility when word got back to the powers that be that his team protected her.
 

“I’ll never let anyone hurt you, my love, my wife,” he whispered softly into her hair.

Chapter Twenty-Four

“You did what?” Missy demanded, in anything but a low tone. At the volume she was shouting, everyone in the safe house would hear. Instantly, Peren regretted having confided in Missy about having sex with Lukian. Wisely, she’d left out a lot of details.

Peren grabbed her friend’s arm and pulled her into the tiny side room, hoping to silence her in the process. Missy had always had something of a temper. Recent events had only exaggerated it.
 

“Hey, announce it to the world, why don’t you,” Peren said in a hushed tone, though at this point she doubted it mattered how quietly she spoke.
 

A look of indignation came over Missy. “You fucked some ninja-Rambo-stranger? The guy’s a nut. All these guys are nuts. And one of them is a pig’s asshole. Peren, what if you’re pregnant?”

“A pig’s what?” questioned Peren, unable to follow Missy’s rant with anything close to ease. She’d seen Missy lose her cool on more than one occasion in all their years of friendship. Missy tended to shout first and calm herself later. At least when it came to her friends and anything she felt put them in jeopardy.
 

A soft knock on the door interrupted them. Now wasn’t the time to deal with anyone else. With slow, measured movements, Peren reached out and took hold of the handle. She opened the door hesitantly, worried it was Lukian and then she’d have to deal with Missy yelling at the man she thought was a ninja-Rambo-stranger, not just yelling about him. That wasn’t an argument she was in the mood to have.

Seeing it was only Melanie, Peren exhaled, some of the tension in her shoulders slipping away. Dark circles had formed under Melanie’s normally vivid blue eyes. Her long blonde hair, which usually never seemed out of place, was going in all directions, as if Melanie had not even bothered running her fingers through it, let alone one of the brushes Lukian had supplied all the women. Melanie pushed past Peren sluggishly and moved over to sit on one of the chairs at a long rectangular table that made Peren wonder if meetings were held in the room.
 

“Mel, guess what our little buddy did,” said Missy, a hand on her hip and a sarcastic look on her face. “Or rather who.”
 

Melanie’s gaze met Peren’s, though Melanie’s eyes seemed vacant. “What did you do?” Her tone lacked any real interest.

Something was amiss.

Evidently, Missy sensed a problem as well. She stopped pushing to tattle on Peren and instead shot a look of concern in Peren’s direction.

“Mel?” asked Missy, her voice barely there as she eased closer to their friend and touched Melanie’s arm.

Melanie turned her focus back to Missy. A sinking feeling started in the bottom of Peren’s gut. She knew without asking that something bad had happened; she just wasn’t sure what it was. She pulled out one of the chairs and sat next to her friend.
 

“What’s wrong, honey?” she asked, placing a hand upon Melanie’s thigh.
 

Melanie turned a set of glassy eyes on Peren and spoke slowly. “I…I had sex with Lance last night.”

“Something must be in the water,” Missy grumbled
,
and Peren shot her a nasty look.

“He was just… I mean, well, he wasn’t… Oh shit, he was hot and I wanted him.” Melanie focused on Peren. “I got him. I got
more
than just him. We fucked three times before
it
happened.”
 

Peren and Missy shared a perplexed expression before they inched in closer to their friend. It was Peren who spoke first
.
“When what happened?”
 

Melanie stared at the floor, refusing to make eye contact with anyone. “You won’t believe me if I tell you.”
 

“No, sweetie, it’s okay. We’ll believe you, go ahead,” Peren coaxed, stopping only for a minute because she suddenly felt the heavy weight of someone’s gaze on her. She glanced around the large meeting room but saw nothing out of the ordinary. No one was with them.

Melanie took Peren’s hand and squeezed it tight. “You’re going to think I’m crazy, but I swear to you…Lance changed during his orgasm.”
 

“Changed?” Peren questioned.
 

Missy leaned back in her seat, a look of righteous indignation on her face. “Yeah, psycho-paramilitary freaks tend to do that. I bet he flipped out on her. I told you these guys were bad news.”

Peren gave her another nasty look and pulled Melanie closer to her. “He changed how?”
 

“His mouth widened and then his shoulders moved up. Hair, dark black hair, sort of appeared all over him and the worst part was his teeth—they were huge. He looked like—” She gasped
.
“Like he was going to tear me apart after he fucked me and eat me. Like an animal would. Not like a person.”
 

“Oh, this is ridiculous,” Missy said, standing up so fast that her chair tipped over. Something in her voice was off as if she wasn’t as shocked and appalled as she was pretending to be. “He obviously slipped something in your drink at the club and you were hallucinating.”
 

Melanie wiped the tears from her cheeks. “Hallucinating? Yes, maybe, but it felt…it felt so real.”
 

Missy waved her hand in the air, dismissing the idea. “Well, you don’t have a mark on you
,
and since you’re sitting here telling us this, he couldn’t have eaten you.”
 

Melanie nodded. “Yes, you’re right. When I got up this morning, he was lying next to me in the bed, normal. I…yes, it must have been something in my drink.”
 

Peren felt the penetrating gaze again and then smelled the faint scent of musk.
Lukian.
She felt like he was standing in the room with her, next to her, all around her. She closed her eyes for a minute and could have sworn she felt someone moving within her thoughts—as if they were no longer her own or private. As quickly as the feeling came, it left. She turned her attention back on her friend and patted her leg.
 

“Yes, you were tired and had too much to drink. Lance didn’t slip you a thing. You were half in the bag when we got to the club and you’ve been running on empty with finals lately. I’m guessing the stress of all that, combined with alcohol, left you a little off.” She hoped her lie would soothe her friend.

Chapter Twenty-Five

“You changed during sex?” Roi rounded on Lance.

Lukian could sense Roi’s rage. Hell, Lukian even agreed with it, but he couldn’t let him kill Lance.