KnightForce Deuces (6 page)

Instead of answering him, she placed her hands
on the arms of the chair, leaned forward and stared into his eyes.
His gaze volleyed between her eyes and breasts. She spread her
legs, bracketing his outer thighs and moved forward.

“What I know is you are my world,” she said,
her voice clear, certain. “Sometimes I forget to tell you how much
you mean to me and we agreed to stay out of each other’s thoughts
as much as possible, sooo…” As she knelt on either side of him, the
tips of her breasts grazed his cheek.

The sensation of falling headfirst overwhelmed
him as he accepted her avowed commitment and he knew he could offer
no less. His heartbeat drummed in his chest as her fingertips
traced the bridge of his nose and then his lips. Goddess this woman
weakened him to the point he couldn’t think in full sentences. Ripe
with need, he placed his hand on her thighs, to steady her and
waited to see what she planned next.

“There’s a small chance I haven’t shown you
lately how hot you make me.” She leaned back. Her partially shaven
mound showing around the thin strip of fabric. His cock hardened to
the point of pain as his gaze drifted downward at his blessing and
then back at her face.

“How hot do I make you?” His voice sounded
ragged, harsh. He ached to devour her.

She smiled. “Touch me and find out.”

Not quite ready to end this dance, his
fingertips grazed the outer material. “You’re wet but I want you
wetter, hotter. Can I play with you now?” he asked keeping with the
spirit of this games she started.

She shook her head. “Not yet. I won’t be able
to think if you take over. This is something I’ve been wanting to
do all day.”

“Sweet Bitch… I’m yours, always yours, only
yours…do whatever you want.” His palms rubbed up and down her
thighs.

Her breath quickened and she pushed off his lap
and walked to the wall control panel. A song he never heard filled
the room. Jasmine closed her eyes, snapped her fingers, swung her
hips and danced in the middle of the floor. If the song had lyrics,
he didn’t know. His body throbbed as he watched the mother of his
pups swing her hips seductively, teasing both parts of his nature.
By the time the last note played, every part of him screamed to be
inside and a part of her.

“Did you like that?” she asked as another song
started.

Mouth dry, he swallowed against the tightness
in his throat. “Yes, you’re… you’re so damn sexy,” he growled, his
wolf climbing to the surface. “Bring that sweet ass
here.”

She smiled and walked slowly toward him, each
step in perfect time with the beat. Silas had never seen anyone so
damn perfect. His fingertips itched to touch her but he feared he
would lose the meager control he held onto if he did. Instead, he
leaned forward, rested his forehead against her warm belly and
licked her skin.

She shivered and placed her hand on the back of
his head. The sultry fragrance of her arousal filled his dry spaces
and watered his soul. He continued licking her skin, spending extra
time on her belly button.

“Silas,” she moaned as he cupped her ass to
keep her in place as he lavished attention on the top of her
mound.

Sliding to the floor, his forehead rested on
her mound for a brief moment and then he rubbed it back and forth
before inhaling deeply.
His dick throbbed
recognizing his favorite scent, vanilla, spices and Jasmine.
His entire being shook as his tongue swiped across the skimpy black
fabric. Surrounded by the sight, taste and feel of her need, his
beast rumbled in his chest, demanding to hear her purr in
satisfaction. His fingertips brushed against her wet
core.

She trembled.

Holding her steady, his fingers played in her
slippery folds before sliding
between the
material of her thong and then made their way inside her
tightness.

“Silas,” Jasmine moaned, pressing her groin
into him and holding his head tighter.

Pleased to hear his name on her lips, he
continued licking and drawing out more and more of her tasty
juices. Lost in her flavor and the sounds of satisfaction from her
lips, he twirled his tongue on her clit and held her tight as she
bucked.

“Oh my god, Silas.” She gasped trying both to
move closer and back away as he slid another finger inside
her.

She shook harder as he alternately tongued and
suckled her clit. “Silas,” Jasmine screamed as her orgasm took her
over the edge, releasing a steady amount of juices down his face.
When the tremors stopped, she slapped his back, grabbed his hair
and pulled his face back, away from her.

“Hey, I wasn’t finished,” he complained
flicking his tongue outward to capture as much of her cream as
possible.

“Baby, I can’t take it. You’re killing me,” she
whispered and folded to her knees in front of him.

“I’m nowhere near finished,” he said placing
his palms on the side of her face to meet her dreamy gaze. Her
tongue slid across her lips in slow motion. He couldn’t turn away
from the sensual sight and pulled her close, capturing her lips and
thrusting his tongue inside her mouth.

“I’m going to fuck you
,” he told her and
then released images through their link of previous times he had
taken her hard and fast.

She trembled and moaned, holding him tighter
and deepened their kiss.

His cock throbbed, demanding release. Chests
heaving they broke apart. Her eyes glowed like dark brown diamonds
but with an inner heat that called to his wolf. She stood and
extended her hand.

Intrigued, Silas took her hand and then pulled
off his clothes while watching her walk slowly to their bedroom.
With each step she looked over her shoulder at him with a naughty
smile. Naked, he pushed her toward the bed and then fell on top of
her. Her arms wound around his neck, anchoring him. She widened her
legs and then wrapped them around his calves loosely.

“Show me,” she whispered, challenging
him.

Silas stared into her eyes,
reared back and slid into her slowly, gently. Each released a
shared hiss. She fit so perfectly, calmed and excited his beast
effortlessly, to the point his entire world zeroed in on her and
this moment.

“Damn, Silas, you feel so
damn good,” Jasmine moaned. Her words set off a firestorm in his
blood. He
grabbed her hips and pistoned his hips in and out,
faster and faster, encouraged by her demands to give her more. The
slight creaking of the springs, her screams of pleasure and his
grunts created a musical masterpiece in his mind. He rammed his
whole length into her, causing them both to erupt in frenzied
screams. Jasmine wrapped her legs around his waist, offering and
demanding more.

Silas pulled her legs from his waist and placed
them high on his shoulders. Her eyes widened as he deepened his
thrusts, scratching her sweet itch.

“Take me, take all of it,” he demanded in a
husky voice feeling his release coming soon. Sweat dripped from his
forehead onto hers as he continued pumping into her. His balls
dripped her juices onto the bed as they slapped against
her.

“Give it to me,” she yelled, matching him
thrust for thrust. This phenomenal woman took him to his peak and
took the leap with him. She screamed his name and flew over the
edge once more.

Gritting his teeth, he arched his back and gave
a last thrust, coming so hard, his toes curled, as he released his
seed deep inside her. When he stopped shaking, he rolled to the
side taking her with him. She took a deep breath and threw her leg
across his.

“That’s how you keep your woman satisfied and
too tired to do anything else. Good job baby,” Jasmine
whispered.

Silas laughed at her outrageous comment and
slapped her ass.

Chapter 6

The sun peeked over the horizon as Angus
cleared the gate of the compound. He passed through another
security point leading to the parking garage. After driving through
the quiet countryside for the past four hours, he passed through
the parking areas on autopilot.

For the last two days, on behalf of Silas, he
had paid visits to the Alphas in Colorado, Kansas, Missouri and
Kentucky, states he drove through on his way home after leaving
Henry in the hospital. Each Alpha had concerns about increased
rebel activity and humans encroaching on pack properties or wanting
information about their schools or businesses. With the influx of
half-breeds, the Alphas feared their secrets would leak to the
human world. Angus agreed the situation was critical and promised
Tyrone’s team and KnightForce would be available to help
soon.

The long drive across country gave him time to
think about KnightForce and how to move it in the direction Silas
required with the limitations of the three of them remaining at the
compound. Later, he would go over the assignments Asia and Tyrese
made in order to know the pairings and to give input if necessary.
If they were all in agreement, he would send notices of assignments
and training dates to the candidates. Getting KnightForce
leadership in place would ease the minds of the Alphas but it was
Tyrone’s organization that they needed most. Silas’ decision to
open a division for the half-breeds had been a stroke of genius and
well received. Tyrone, with the help of his mate, were poster-kids
for inclusion and perfect candidates to run the
operation.

Fighting rebels was old news, integrating large
groups of half-breeds was new. Many of the Alphas had little
knowledge or interaction with breeds and weren’t sure how to handle
them. Tyrone had sent the Alphas information on breeds and they’d
all been grateful and agreed they needed a liaison from Tyrone’s
office to work with them. In that regards he had good news to share
with Silas. But the purpose of his trip… dealing with the blood
robbers, left a bad taste in his mouth.

Henry’s pain-filled image crossed his mind as
it had often. Images of Vern shaking, struggling and screaming on
the bed also looped through his thoughts like a movie. What the
hell had he mixed with the blood? Instead of three days of life and
vigor, Vern should have been sick immediately from injecting
foreign blood into his system.

When he left the hospital, Angus had searched
Vern’s place and learned from paperwork scattered on the table that
ten vials of blood had been taken. Three were sent to an
organization in Wyoming. Angus contacted Alpha Crimson who visited
the leader’s home one night and exchanged Angus’ blood with pigs’
blood. Angus watched Crimson flush the blood down the toilet via
his cell, keeping their secret safe.

But he hadn’t discovered what additional
ingredients were used. He hoped Hawke had some ideas. The last
thing they needed were men using wolf’s blood as a base for a drug
that gave a short, deadly high.

Angus parked and went through the first series
of scans. Across the courtyard, his luggage was searched and
scanned. Before entering the basement he passed through a final
scan and then walked into an area to shower.

When he finished his cleansing, he dressed and
headed to the lab. Hawke and Silas waved him into the testing
area.

“When did you get back?” Silas asked looking
him over.

“Just now, I thought you’d be with your mate
and didn’t want to bother you.” He nodded greetings to Hawke and
looked through the glass. Tyrese stood with his arm crossed
watching them.

“What’s going on?” Angus asked.

“Hawke’s perfected a way for me to speak to
half-breeds through the airwaves. I’m going to introduce myself and
explain a few things about the Nation. Then I’ll have them contact
their Alpha’s liaison for more information.” Silas grinned
obviously pleased with the idea. “Each Alpha will record a message
for their pack, which will play right after mine. That way the
state Alpha and I will be able to speak to our new pack members
directly.”

“Sounds interesting, you’ll use the airwaves?
Can the messages be tracked or traced?” Angus asked as Tyrese gave
a thumb up.

“No, the message is to the wolf,” Hawke
explained. “To do this the human side must be bypassed.”

Angus nodded. “Makes sense. Good luck with
that.” He stood and headed toward the door.

“Where are you going?” Silas asked.

“To track down the components Vern used.” He
told them his concerns and Silas nodded.

“There should’ve been
a
hemolytic transfusion reaction,” Hawke said. “His immune system
should’ve immediately gone to war against your blood. But you said
he functioned better for three days and then
died?”

“Yes, Dr. Whitney is sending the
toxicology report on what they found in his system. I’m hoping to
find a masking agent or something that would explain his reaction,”
Angus said preparing to leave the room. He wanted to get started on
those reports before working with Asia and Tyrese.

“Keep me informed with what you
find,” Silas said turning back to the test data.

Nodding, Angus left the room and
headed toward Dr. Passen’s office. Angus tapped on the door and
entered. “I want to run something past you,” he said once he had
Passen’s attention. When he finished explaining about Vern, he
waited for the doctor to speak.