Missing Pieces (The Pieces Series Book 1) (9 page)

Neeko

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I
walk in and see Nigel trying to kiss Gabby. My first instinct is to run and protect her, but she doesn’t need saving. She reaches down, grabs and twists his boys. That looks like it hurts. Then she slaps him several times, getting out all of her aggression. I think he may have learned not to mess with her anymore. I clear my throat to get their attention. Nigel nearly faints, turning deathly pale when he sees me. He flashes out instead of walking by me. Smart boy. Gabby is pissed. She looks so hot right now I could... Better not finish that thought.

” Are you alright?”

She answers me with an attitude. The sassy side of her turns me on. Hell,
every
side of her turns me on. I see that she needs to be alone so I make sure she is fine before I tell her I’ll see her later. I have a birthday party to plan. I am taking her to a Halestorm concert, then off on a cruise. I don’t think she knows that I know her birthday is tomorrow. My scout found out a lot about her. I know her parents died, and that neither had any Immortal blood in their line. I know her full name is Gabriella Faith Calkins.

Before I finish up the details, I need to deal with Nigel. Gabby did a pretty good job, but no one crosses me. I find him in his room, slouched on is bed. He sits up when I enter. “I thought she liked me and was playing hard to get. Why didn’t you tell us you two were so connected? When she saw you, it felt like I was being suffocated by the force that is pulling you two together. What type of Immortal is she? I would never have tried to kiss her, or even have looked her way if I would have known. I thought she was your “flavor of the month”. You always have different girls in and out, and you have never cared that I have tried to sleep with any of them.”

“I think Gabby did a pretty good job of punishing you herself so I will go easier on you. Your punishment is a week underground. You are
never
to go near her again. I will not explain myself to you. I am the leader here. Do not touch what is mine again, or your punishment will be severe.”

Seething, I walk away. How dare he ask what type of Immortal Gabby is! I can’t tell them I am mated to a human! Only Derrick knows the truth. Not even the people helping me know. They think she is some type of Immortal they have never seen before and that’s what I let them think. I am the last of the Dressel line. I am supposed to have powerful children that will take over after me, but I haven’t been able to impregnate any woman. I can’t have children with a human! They would be weak! The only thing worse than having a child with a human is having one with a demon. I love Gabby, but I can’t choose her over my people. Can I? My love for her grows every day, Am I already
choosing
her over my people? I have to find the Oracle so she can tell me what is going on. Until then, Gabby being a human will be kept a secret.

I walk to the secret underground elevator and press 2. My office is on 2, plus I need to get Nigel’s room ready and check on the progress with the demons. My people and the demons have been fighting for as long as I can remember. We have captured demons and figured out how to hold them so they can’t flash out. We do experiments on them to find all their weaknesses. The underground is 5 levels deep. Level 1 is the blood lab. It contains all strands of Immortal blood that are known, and any blood testing is done there. Level 2 is the office spaces. Level 3 is where Godgels that screw up and need to be punished are. There are many different types of punishment—electroshock, skin peeling, and even death. Immortals heal fast so we needed a place where they could be continually punished without being heard. This is where Nigel will be for a while. He will be given a weeks’ worth of electroshock to be administered every 8 hours. Levels 4 and 5 are the demon levels. Demons are held, punished, and tested on those levels. I help out on the torture of these creatures. It brings me extreme pleasure to cause them pain.

I spend all night in my office. Not intentionally, but there are no windows underground. I must have fallen asleep because, the next thing I know, Derrick is waking me. “Gabby is screaming bloody murder. I think it might be another nightmare.”

I run up to our room and, before I get halfway, I can hear her. This doesn’t sound like a nightmare scream. This sounds like she is in pain. I rush to the door.

Gabby

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I
wake up to the sound of screaming. Wait. That’s me! My whole body feels like it is on fire. Dear god, make it stop. “Make it stop, please!”

I am sweating, soaking the bed. My fingers are gripping the sheet so tightly that I think I hear them rip, but I can’t be sure because my screams are too loud. Who is burning me? Why don’t I smell burnt flesh by now? I shouldn’t have any skin left! I feel and smell Neeko sit beside me. Why isn’t he making it stop? This has to be a nightmare.

“Gabby, I’m here. It’ll be over soon.”

What will be over soon?

“Why are you doing this, Neeko?” My voice breaks.

I am so tired. Why am I so tired? I feel Neeko’s lips on mine and hear him say, “Sleep now, baby. It will be over when you wake.” I slip into a deep sleep.

I slowly come back to awareness. My skin tingles, but isn’t burning. What caused it? What did Neeko do? I can barely open my eyes. My muscles are tight and achy. As I try to get up, a slight breeze brushes my face, followed by Neeko’s voice, “How are you feeling?”

“What did you do to me?”

“I didn’t do anything to you, baby. I came in here because you were screaming. I gave you something to knock you out so you wouldn’t feel any more pain.”

“What caused it? What caused me to feel like my skin was burning off?”

“See for yourself.”

He lifts my arm up and I gasp. “What the hell?!”

I have a tattoo running down my arm. It has purple vines that twist and turn, wrapping around my wrist like a bracelet. Smaller vines come off the bigger ones, and twirl into an open circle. It’s quite beautiful. I lift my other arm and it’s got the exact same tattoo. It goes up my arm and disappears under my shirt. The skin still tingles. Neeko looks at me and shakes his head, his eyes shining and his face pale.

“How can you be,” he whispers. “Your parents had no Immortal blood.”

I look at him, stunned. “I am immortal?”

“These tattoos signify that, but I will have to test your blood to see what type. How?” He shakes his head as if to clear it.

“What do you mean my parents didn’t have Immortal blood? You knew my parents?”

“No. I looked at their blood line.”

“Who were they?”

“What do you mean who were they? Margret and John Calkins.”

She shook her head. “No, those were my adopted parents. I was dropped off at a church when I was a day old and they took me in.” He looks surprised by this.

“And today is your 25th birthday. You just came of age,” he says like it just came to him.

Stiffly, I get up and stretch, then walk into the bathroom. I stare in the mirror at the beautiful tattoo. I take off my shirt and gasp. It wraps around my upper torso and back. It goes from my arms up my shoulders and splits. One goes down around my breasts, crosses in the middle of my stomach, and goes around to my back; the other goes down my back, wraps around the front, then heads down and disappears into my pants. Little vines twirl around my breasts and end at my nipples. One twirls around my belly button. I slip off my pants and panties. The vines go down my butt to my legs, and little ones wrap around my hips. In the front, it goes down my legs and wraps around my ankles and feet. It turns, then goes back up and intertwines with the others. I can’t believe my eyes. I am Immortal? How?

Neeko slips up behind me and traces my new tattoo, sending shivers down my body. “You look beautiful. You were before, but now that you’re Immortal, we can really be together.”

“What? I thought we already
were
together.”

“I couldn’t really be with you if you were human because I would have hurt you. I have been holding back because I was afraid.”

I don’t know how to respond to that. I feel like I should be mad that he has been lying about why he would not have sex with me, but I’m not. Maybe I’m too excited right now and it will hit me later. I don’t think it will, though. He was just being careful, but he should have told me. He turns me so I am facing him. He looks me straight in the eyes. “I’m sorry. I should have told you. I really do want you to give me all your pieces.” 

He leans down and gently places his lips on mine. My body instantly warms. I arch into him and deepen the kiss. His hands slide to my breast, and he rolls my nipples between his thumb and finger. I moan against his lips. Breaking our kiss, I tug his shirt over his head and throw it to the floor. I trace the puzzle piece tattoo on his heart, wondering what it means. This man is definitely a god, just like his ancestors. He dips his head to my neck and kisses it. I can’t stop thinking about getting him to bed.

Suddenly, I am not in Neeko’s arms, but in our bed. What? Laughing, Neeko comes out of the bathroom.

“You just flashed.”

I’m momentarily stunned, then I start laughing, too.

“You must have really wanted to be in bed.”

“You have no idea.”

Laying naked on the bed with my arms under my head, I’m staring at Neeko. His eyes turn dark with desire, and he slowly walks toward me. He climbs on the end, grabs my left foot, and nibbles on my toes. I giggle. He puts my foot down and climbs in between my legs, staring straight into my eyes as he lowers his face to my pussy. My heartbeat goes into overdrive. He blows on my wetness and it sends shivers down my legs. He lowers his eyes and licks me. Taking two fingers, he pushes them inside and I arch off the bed. Using his fingers and tongue, he quickly brings me to climax, then licks my juices off his fingers and grins at me. “Yum. You taste so good.” He kisses up my stomach to my breast, biting down on one and massaging the other. The unexpected pleasure/pain makes me moan.

I wrap my legs around him and pull him closer. I grind on his jeans, trying to get a little friction. I can feel his erection ready to bust out of his pants. I reach down to unbutton and unzip his jeans, reaching my hand in. He’s not wearing boxers! I grab his dick and squeeze. It pulses in my hand and he growls. I may have just gushed from that sound. He stands up and pushes his jeans off, then hops right back on top of me. I grind up against him, feeling his dick pressing against me. He takes his boy in his hand and rubs it up and down against the outside of my pussy. I can’t take much more. “Please, Neeko. I need you inside me.”

He growls again and slowly, very slowly, pushes himself inside me. He is huge and I can’t believe I can take all of him in. “God...,” I moan.

“No, not God, baby. Say my name. Scream my name, baby.”

He starts to move in and out. “Faster, Neeko. Faster.” He speeds up. The sound of our bodies hitting each other, along with our moans and grunts, fills the room.

“I’m about to lose it, baby. Being in you after waiting so long. Oh, fuck!” He spills into me.

I’m right behind him. “Neeko!”  He collapses on me, then rolls off after a few minutes.

After coming back down from our high, we lay listening to each other breathe. ”Shit...,” Neeko says, grabbing is heart where his tattoo is. I look and the outline is darker now. “It’s burning like hell.”

“Go figure,” I say, smirking. “It looks like it has gotten darker.”

I laugh, knowing exactly what that feels like. He pulls me on top of him, slamming me down on his dick. “Ah, Neeko.” He grabs my hips and moves me up and down, setting his own pace. The feel of him in me almost immediately sends me over the edge again. He moves me faster and faster until we both fall apart. I fall onto his chest and lay there. My body, covered in sweat, starts to cool.

“I was supposed to make love to you.”

“Neeko, who says making love has to be slow. Our love isn’t so why should our sex be?”

We go for another two rounds before finally getting up and showering, going at it once the shower. It’s like we can’t get enough of each other. He looks at me and says, “Happy birthday.”

“I think you said happy birthday about eight times already,” I say, smirking.

He tells me he has a lot planned for today and asks if I am still up for it. Of course I am. The sex has loosened all my muscles up and the tingling of my tattoo has stopped, but now my whole body tingles. It feels awesome. I feel complete, like this is where I am supposed to be.