Lover Uncloaked (Stealth Guardians #1) (25 page)

Beneath her, Aiden sucked greedily at her breasts, licked and tortured her nipples that had long ago turned into hard points so sensitive a light breeze could ignite them. Inside her, an inferno was raging that felt hotter than the fires of hell could possibly be.

And all the while, she rode his marble hard shaft, bringing him to the edge of his release again and again. With each of her orgasms, he screamed out in pure passion, and thrust deeper into her.

“Now,” he urged, his body bathed in sweat. “Give me everything.”

Instinct that could only come from Aiden’s power made her place her hand over his heart as she threw her head back and only concentrated on him and how much she wanted to feel his release.

A sudden warmth flooded her, and she felt it run down her shoulder to her arm, into her elbow and lower still.

Before it could reach her fingertips and connect with his skin, she felt her hand ripped from his chest. She snapped her head toward Aiden, noticing a shocked expression on his face.

A second later, she felt him explode inside her, harder than the first time.

She collapsed onto him and felt his arms wrap around her as his body trembled from the aftershocks of his orgasm.

“How did you know?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

But before she could form a word, darkness claimed her.

TWENTY-EIGHT

Aiden watched the coffee drip into the pot and ran a shaky hand through his tousled hair recalling the events of the previous night. He’d never had a more satisfying sexual encounter than what he’d experienced with Leila, however that wasn’t the focus of his thoughts right now. Rather, he couldn’t get out of his head how she could have known about the Stealth Guardians’ bonding ritual. Only Stealth Guardians and their chosen mates were aware of how it worked, that by collecting all the
virta
that he’d poured into her and channeling it back to his heart, she would bond with him. It had never even been written down in their history books. As a matter of protection, it had been left out. Should their history books ever fall into the wrong hands, at least this secret would remain safe.

Because it was a secret that could kill a Stealth Guardian. It could have killed him last night, had he not stopped her in time. A bonding ritual performed between two lovers who didn’t share true love, was fatal for both of them.

It had nearly happened to Hamish the year before. He’d been in love with a human. And she had confessed her undying love to him. But it had all been a lie. The demons had influenced her, making her believe that she truly loved Hamish when in fact, she didn’t. When Hamish had found out shortly before their bonding ritual, he’d been devastated. Aiden had tried to console his friend by reminding him that had he gone through with it he would have died, yet Hamish had only given him an empty stare, professing he would rather be dead than live without her.

Ever since then, Hamish had stayed away from women, and to Aiden’s knowledge hadn’t touched a woman since. He’d lost the woman he’d believed to be his mate, and nobody could help him over the grief.

Nor could anybody explain how the demons had instigated the entire deception and how they could possibly know about the mating ritual and what it would do to a Stealth Guardian if he mated with someone who didn’t truly love him.

Just as Leila couldn’t be aware of it. He’d never even mentioned anything about the Stealth Guardians’ mating habits to her. And why should he? She was his charge, not his girlfriend. Girlfriend? Gods, he sounded like a human.

The night with Leila had clearly shaken him. What had gotten into him to make love to her the Stealth Guardian way, sharing
virta
with her? He’d never done that. It was reserved for their mates only and not meant to be shared with casual flings. Maybe
rasen
was getting to him. Damn hormones! They didn’t make it easy for him to think straight.

Aiden reached for the coffee pot and poured himself a mug. He sat down at the kitchen table when Hamish entered, also dressed only in a pair of jeans.

“Morning,” he greeted his friend and motioned to the coffee pot. “Just made coffee.”

“Great. I need it.” Hamish walked to the counter and poured himself a cup before joining him at the kitchen table. “I’ve had a busy night.”

Aiden raised an inquiring eyebrow. “I thought you were just going out for some food.”

His friend shook his head and grinned. “I didn’t really want to hang around here; figured you didn’t need my company.”

“We had things to talk about,” Aiden admitted and looked away.

Hamish didn’t call him on his blatant lie. Instead, he took a sip of his coffee before giving him a serious look. “Anyway, I went back East last night to see if I could find out anything else about who’s after Leila, apart from the demons of course.”

“Where did you go?”

“I snuck into the compound to see what our boys know.”

“You didn’t—”

Hamish held up his hand. “Of course not. They didn’t even know I was there. But just FYI, Manus is major pissed at you, because you haven’t called in. The names he’s calling you, frankly, not even I want to repeat those.”

“He can suck it up.” Pissing off Manus was just a bonus he’d take any day. However, wouldn’t Manus’s annoyance prove something else? “Are you sure he wasn’t just playing being pissed?”

“Oh, I’m sure. He was fuming, and you know how he can’t keep a lid on it when he’s ticked off.”

“For once I’m glad that Manus has such a short fuse. That means that he’s definitely not involved in ratting out our safe house. It had to have been that phone call being traced back to the parlor.”

“Agreed. Just as well, because I think we need some help. There are things we can’t do from here. It would be good if we could bring Manus back in and have him do some investigating for us.”

Aiden contemplated Hamish’s words and nodded. “Let’s do that.”

“Excellent. Because there’s something odd that’s come up.”

“Odd? Since when are the things we deal with not odd?”

His friend shrugged. “I stopped by the police last night, rifled through their files about the murder of the Inter Pharma CEO.”

Aiden looked up from his coffee mug. “What about it?”

“Turns out the majority shareholder of the company disappeared a few nights earlier.”

He listened up. “You think the two events are connected?”

“Too much of a coincidence for my liking.”

“I agree,” Aiden said. “Do they have any leads?”

“Nothing. All I know is that this shareholder, Zoltan, apparently had a meeting with the CEO a few days before Patten’s death. And now he’s nowhere to be found.”

“Zoltan?” Leila’s voice interrupted.

Aiden shifted his gaze and watched as she walked into the kitchen, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, her pretty pendant around her neck. Her body still glowed golden. When their eyes connected, she quickly looked away and tried to cover her exposed arms by wrapping them around her waist, but there was no hiding what had happened. Her face showed the same glow. It should have worn off by now, but it seemed that sharing his power with her had been more intense than even he had realized. Almost as if he hadn’t been able to control himself.

Next to him, Hamish gasped, his mouth dropping open. “She glows.” His friend pinned him with a questioning look.

Without him saying anything else, Aiden knew what he was thinking. That he had gone too far. That he’d shared something with a charge that was reserved only for the most serious of relationships.

Leila’s embarrassment was evident. Beneath her golden glow, a red blush tried to burst through. It made for a most intoxicating view. Instantly, Aiden felt himself get hard. The knowledge that as long as she was still glowing, he could trigger an orgasm in her with a simple touch, made him almost salivate.

As she walked toward them, he ran his eyes over her, remembering every inch of her delectable body, every curve, every indentation. And every moan and sigh that had crossed her luscious lips last night. Every wanton movement, every sinful touch.

“Did I hear you say that Mr. Zoltan disappeared?” she asked, addressing Hamish.

His friend gave her a curious look. “Do you know him?”

“No, but I know he wanted to see my research.”

Aiden pulled the chair next to him back, surprised at this revelation. “Tell us everything you know about him. It could be important.”

She walked to the counter to pour herself a cup of coffee. “I’ve never met him, but I don’t like him.” She sat down on the chair, making sure not to get too close to him. Clearly, she didn’t want to risk being touched by him and have an orgasm in front of Hamish.

“How come?” Hamish asked.

“He came to see Patten and demanded that I show him my research. He wanted to
look over my shoulder
. I told Patten it wasn’t right. But he went on about this man being a major shareholder and having every right.” She took a quick sip of her coffee. Then she looked back at him. “That’s when I erased that external hard drive with my data on it. I knew Patten could get into the safe and take it out.”

“Good instincts,” Hamish praised.

Aiden looked at her with admiration. With her decisive action, she’d prevented her data from falling into the wrong hands.

“I think he was a demon,” she added.

“Why do you think that?” He felt the urge to touch her shaking hand but refrained from it.

“Patten was waffling on about his lights burning out just when Mr. Zoltan arrived. He was quite embarrassed about it. When we escaped the massage parlor, you told me that fluorescent and neon lights would flicker and then burn out if demons were close by. Well, the overhead lights in Patten’s office were fluorescent.”

Aiden exchanged a quick look with Hamish.

“That confirms it. The demons got to Patten,” Hamish stated.

Aiden raised his hand in objection. “No, they didn’t. They may have been there earlier, but the night we found Patten’s body, the lights were working.” He looked back at Leila. “I’m assuming Patten had the lights in his office repaired before his death?”

“Yes, of course. He would have had facilities management there the next morning to change out the fluorescent tubes.”

Then she suddenly straightened her back as if remembering something. She stared at him. “Remember my lab and office? All fluorescent lights were working the night I found the safe open.”

Aiden nodded, admiring her perceptive mind. “Then the person who killed Patten and tried to steal the data was not a demon. He or she had to be human.”

“Or a Stealth Guardian,” Hamish added.

The thought hadn’t escaped Aiden. How else would the murderer have gotten past security? “Is there any other way into the building at night, other than getting past the security guard? Think, Leila, could a human have gotten in there without the security guard noticing?”

She bit her lips, contemplating his questions. “I don’t know. Max does his rounds, but the door would have been locked.”

“Another employee with access maybe?” Hamish suggested.

Leila shook her head. “No. Our access cards are restricted to daytime access only. After nine p.m., they won’t unlock any doors. Max would have been the only one to grant access.”

Aiden had expected the answer, but didn’t like it. It made a betrayal by a Stealth Guardian much more likely. Yet, he had to face the facts. Hamish had warned him.

“Okay, then we’ve got two things to do: find Zoltan. He’s obviously been given information about Leila and was there to keep an eye on her; he’ll lead us to the traitor on the council,” Aiden announced.

“And the second thing?” Hamish asked.

“Find the person on the council who tried to kill Leila and who initiated the raid on the massage parlor.”

“But how?” Leila interrupted.

“Manus will help us with that. He’s already investigating Jonathan, and by now he knows of the raid on the parlor, so he is probably looking into how that could have happened. We’ll need to let him know to check your parents’ phone records and see if there’s a trace on their line. With Pearce’s IT skills, we should be able to follow the trace back and have it lead us to whoever planted it.”

“Looks like the council will soon have two vacancies,” Hamish predicted.

And Aiden hoped that neither vacancy would be the position of Primus. “I’m afraid you’re right.”

As he rose to grab his phone from the counter to call Manus, the flickering of the light underneath the hanging cabinets caught his eye.

“Shit!”

“Demons!” Hamish called out in warning just as the entrance door burst open and three men charged in.

***

Leila froze in shock while the intruders advanced. Hamish and Aiden instantly reared up from their chairs and attacked, moving faster than she’d ever seen anybody move. Out of nowhere, they’d pulled weapons and now threw themselves onto the three demons.

She stumbled from her chair and backed away, trying to stay out of the melee, fear cutting off her windpipe. All she could do was stare at the fight.

The demons looked entirely human, just as Aiden had told her. There was no outward sign that would have indicated that she was facing an otherworldly being. Except… did their eyes sparkle in an unusually bright green? She stared at one of them, who at present engaged Aiden, when the intruder suddenly glared at her.

He let go of Aiden who continued to fight his second opponent, and rushed toward her.

In panic, she screamed, her hands frantically searching the kitchen counter for any weapon. There was nothing to grab.

“Leila!” Aiden shouted, but a quick glance told her that both he and Hamish needed all their strength to fight off the two demons, exchanging blow after blow.

He couldn’t get past the demon he was battling to help her. She was on her own.

The massive demon who suddenly towered over her wore fatigues and an olive colored T-shirt, green liquid oozing from several gashes on his arms and chest. But the injuries didn’t seem to be severe, because he lashed a nasty grin at her.

“Gotcha!”

His voice made her shiver as it slid through her like a sharp knife.