Shadow Revealed (The Enlightened Species Book Two) (23 page)

Innanna grinned. The SOSC event was already underway. The ball was tomorrow night; he’d get to dance with her again. “You’re welcome to my place. I’ll come to you as soon as I can.” Come
for
him, his dirty little mind corrected. Her smile turned sexy. Had she heard him? He gave her a quick hug and then turned her toward the Oracle chamber, and swatting her on the ass. The scowl she gave him over her shoulder didn’t detract from the humor in her eyes.

Since the High Ones didn’t invite him to leave, he’d watched their proceeding till they called it a day. It was kind of interesting. He could tell Adonai was going to leave some big shoes to fill. The male was a master speaker. After the High Ones had cleared the room, he and Durian had played a few games of chess before he too retired. Gil had spent the last few hours lounging with his feet on the chessboard.

The door opened and the Oracles, still talking among themselves, headed to the perch to leave. Straggling behind, Leanna and Laliel were the last two out. “Where’s Innanna?” Gil demanded.

Leanna barked out a laugh and Laliel gave him her blinking look, then left. What was that all about? “I thought Innanna offered you her apartment to wait in.” Leanna crossed her arms over her chest as if annoyed.

“She did. I thought I’d wait here,” Gil defended himself, though he was not sure why he felt he needed to.

Leanna tsked at him. “I guess the rumors about how good you are with females is overblown after all.” Enough was enough. Gill wanted to shake the tiny female. She laughed at his annoyed confusion. “When a female invites you to wait in her apartment, she expects you to do just that, preferably naked. She ported right out of the meeting when it ended.”

I am the stupidest fucker alive
, Gil realized. Without another word to her mother, he launched out from the chamber, flying at breakneck speed to Innanna’s perch and entering without preamble. Innanna was leaning in the doorway of her bedroom, tapping her foot, wearing nothing but a robe. Her arms were crossed, emphasize the gap, tightening the material against the perfect apple-sized breasts beneath. Her hair hung free down her back, thick ringlets swinging to her ankles. The scent of night jasmine filled his lungs, and his dentes fully erupted.

“I was starting to wonder if you decided to find amusement with the party planners at Meshy Hell after all.” She was jealous. Jealousy had always annoyed the shit out of him, but on her it was afuckingdorable.

Gil kicked off his boots. “Accordin’ ta yer ma, I need sum trainin’ in the fine art of female’s.” He dropped his pants and kicked them off his feet. “Seein’ how ya handled that
class
earlier, I dun chose my teacher.” Naked, he held his hand out from his sides. “Mold me ta yer likin’. I promise ta be an apt pupil.”

Innanna’s eyes traveled his body, pausing on his erection standing hard and proud for her. The look in her eyes spurred him to action. With a low growl coming from his throat, he strode the few feet that separated them and snatched up Innanna mid-stride, her giggled squeal driving him on. He tucked her to his chest and pivoted at the last minute so that his back hit her bed, her curves draped him, and he pulled her lips to his.

Her taste hit him like a Mack truck. Her body wiggled against him, making him crazy with lust. She more than made him hot—she was a C4 explosion to his senses. He was desperately struggling with the bow that held her robe closed and blocked her skin from him. He’d shred the garment if he had to. She broke the kiss, straddled his erection, and sat up. Her moist heat against his throbbing manhood was unbearable enough; the look in her eyes … priceless.

“You ruined the seduction I fantasized about during the meeting.” She slowly pulled one side of the bow free; her sexy dentes were fully erupted. She slowly pulled the other side free. Gill reached up to her shoulders and slid his hands down her arms, relieving her of the robe, drinking in the beauty of her.

She’d already shown him how easily she could transfer a vision to him. The natural way she welded that ability was a tribute to her life span. That ability didn’t develop in their kind until their seven thousandth year; even then it required tremendous practice to be fluid in the gift.

Gil had to know what she had fantasized about. “Show me, Darlin’. Torture me fer my stupidity.”

Innanna gave him a mischievous grin, leaning to place her hands to his forehead. Her breasts were too tempting to pass up. With both hands he lifted their weight, rubbing his thumbs over her peaked nipples. She began to grind against his erection. The female didn’t play fair, but he loved it. He was glistening from her moisture, throbbing for release when he had yet to penetrate her.

Her desires cleared in his mind. He saw himself sleeping naked through her eyes. In her fantasy she stripped down, crawled up the bed, and took him in her mouth, waking him in the best possible way. His hands dug into her thick hair guiding her to the tempo that would drive him the craziest. He pulled her hair hard, turning her on, and forced her to stop, bringing her up to his kiss. He rolled over her, teasing her sensitive nerve bundle with the tip of his shaft, and then plunged into her over and over. In her eyes he saw himself the way she did. She loved him, truly loved him.

Innanna released his forehead and sat back up. His breathing had gone ragged, and when he met her eyes, he was surprised to see some vulnerability in their depth. That would not do. Gil gripped and pulled the back of her hair, rolling her beneath him the way he had in her fantasy. Swallowing her startled gasp, he kissed her hard. Her fantasy had not only shown that he was a complete moron when it came to her, it also showed him that Innanna didn’t want to be handled with kid gloves. She liked it a little rough. Nice.

Gil released the kiss, and Innanna moaned her disappointment when his lips left hers. Her moan changed to an erotic tone when Gil ran his tongue over her pulse. His dentes reached to penetrate into the beat of her lifeblood. At the limit of his restraint, he continued lower, pausing to nip and suckle first one nipple and then the other into his mouth. Innanna writhed beneath him in abandon. He’d never been one to suffer from premature ejaculation, but this sinful beauty could bring that issue home to roost. Hell, he was dripping from watching her. She was more beautiful, more erotic, more amazing, more everything than he’d ever dreamed.

Spreading her legs wide for his gaze he stared into the petal-pink folds of her weeping core. The smell of night jasmine was stronger, beckoned him home. He swooped in, lapping her elixir, the only cure he’d ever want again. Innanna cried out, grinding against his mouth. “Gilgamesh.” His name from her just-kissed, bruised lips sounded wondrous. He slid one finger into her sheath and the walls tightened around it, her release so close. Moving his finger in a slow circle, he worked in a second digit. Innanna’s head thrashed, her cries decadent.

She was so tight Gil became concerned he would hurt her. He wasn’t a small male. He felt her orgasm rip through her as her feminine roar bounced off the walls. Her inner walls constricted, pulsing in her release. Gil withdrew his finger to lap up her release. Her sweet juices coated his lips. He could live off her; she was all the nourishment he would ever need. He engaged a technique of alternating pressures that forced a female’s orgasm to slowly fade, keeping her riding the waves of pleasure far longer than normal. He climbed up next to her and held her against his chest while her breathing slowed.

She looked up at him with her violet eyes still full of passion. Her eyes traveled his body and she licked her lips. No way was he going to let her go down on him; he’d be a goner in fifteen seconds flat. Her gaze reached his again. “You’re not done.” Her simple comment held a subtle demand in it. He liked this side of her; it was unexpected and refreshingly honest. What she lacked in experience she made up for by sharing herself wholly.

“Problem.” Gil watched confused concern play on her face. She lifted from his chest to her elbow to look him fully in the face. “Darlin’, you’re tight.” Her brows drew together. “Donna get me wrong, that kinda tight is ev’ry male’s fantasy, an’ I ain’t no different. I donna wanta hurt ya though.”

Innanna rolled her eyes, a slight blush to her cheek, and leaned across him to open a drawer next to the bed. She withdrew a bright purple vibrator that wasn’t much smaller than he was. She blushed deeper but held it up anyway. “This is Peter. He or one of his predecessors took my virginity and have been my boyfriends for a long time. Not once has he ever whined about hurting me.”

Damn he loved this female. “Wanna give me a demonstration of Peter’s skills?” He chuckled.

She raised her brows at him, still blushing. “You want to bend over for it?” Oh yeah, he loved her.

The sight of his purple competition had given him a chance to rein in his control. He plucked her friend from her fingers and tossed it to the floor before guiding her legs to straddle him. “Ya gotta take the lead, Darlin’. Peter ain’t no real male, an’ I still donna wanna hurt ya.”

Innanna worked her sheath over him, teasing him with slow circular motions. She’d slide down an inch and then raise halfway back up. The female was surely torturing him just because she could. Torturing herself, too, if her panted moans were any indication. Peter had been one lucky fellow. Innanna had revealed that Gil would be her first flesh-and-blood male. That had almost made him whoop with joy. She was a virgin who knew her body. Heavens be praised, amen.

Finally he reached her depth, fully buried in the borderline painful grip of her. This female was made specifically for him, perfectly accommodating him. Her slow ride began, her breasts swaying gently. Aw, hell no. He caught the curve of her hips and pounded into her from below. Her breasts bouncing in time to his thrusts, Innanna threw her head back with an impassioned cry. Her walls gripped him tighter; he gritted his teeth against the pleasure/pain.

His lungs burned, his jaw ached, Innanna screamed, “Fates, YES.” Her back bowed in her release. Her pulsing grip squeezed him, milked him. His release rolled through him like a locomotive, his seed blew hot into her depth, he bellowed his roar, “Oh, fuck yeah!” Gil felt like he’d entered a new realm where lights went on behind his eyes; nothing had ever felt this good, this perfect. Innanna collapsed against his chest, sated.

“That was way better than my fantasy,” she muttered. Gil wrapped his arms around her and chuckled.
Damn right it was
. Better than any fantasy he’d ever had in his life.

They spent the rest of the day sleeping, eating, laughing, and making love. Gil had never felt anything like what he felt with Innanna. An hour from the start of the ball, they languished in a bath. “So yer gonna save a dance fer me, right, Darlin’?”

She smiled at him. “I promised the first to my father. After that I’m all yours.” Gil held that promise to his heart. He’d be leaving her here to get ready for the event. Innanna was coming with her family. He hated being separated from her for even that short of a time. He reined in his wayward thoughts. Innanna had responsibilities that would call her away, and the last thing she would need was for Gil to suddenly become clingy.

Chapter Twenty-One

“I did a quick recon through an office I found tucked into that basement. There were mentions of genetic labs, munitions holdings, government and smuggling contacts. I’ve kept myself and my sons separated from our people for too long. I’ve decided to broach the High Ones panel and SOSC and offer our services to investigate and dismantle Osiris’s empire.” Eros spoke to Enlil and Brae long into the night.

Brae’s brothers had passed out on the sparing mats in the practice room hours ago. Enlil found it fascinating that they shadowed in repose. Hopefully no one would go in there to use the room; they’d trip over ghosts. He was starting to recognize the individual males by the color of their energies. Eros was a deep blue, rich in tone like Brae’s fuchsia. Her brothers each had subtler hues of different colors. Baden and Brock’s colors were so close they were nearly indistinguishable. The male’s looks were nearly identical, too. All the boys were Hulven like Brae. Was it possible they were twins?

Irsu had popped in briefly to present Eros and his sons with an invitation to the survivor’s event. Eros had seemed far from keen to the idea, though the boys were excited to meet females. He’d agreed when Irsu had explained that Umbrae would be one of the females honored in the event. Eros’ desire to develop a relationship with his daughter was evident. Brae was more reserved. Enlil was pleased that she stayed at his side. When he’d left the room for a few minutes to settle her brothers, her gaze had followed his every move.

“If you’d like, I would be happy to make your introduction to my sister Ninlil. She is the SOSC human representative to the United States,” Enlil offered. Eros nodded his acceptance.

“Tell me about the operation you are currently involved in,” Eros asked Brae.

She blushed, something he was becoming used to with her. She seemed to blush whenever she became the center of attention. Brae told him they were watching a location and reporting their findings. It was a typical first assignment with a low risk of danger.

“How would you feel if I requested you and your partner’s assistance in the Osiris operation? Would a reassignment be something you might be interested in?” Eros asked. Brae’s gray eyes turned to Enlil. Fates, she was beautiful. He gave her an encouraging smile. The choice was hers, a freedom more her due than any other. She turned back to her father.

“If it were okay with Hans, I think I would like to aid that operation. Greyton is my mentor and my direct supervisor. Doesn’t he have a say in it?” Brae’s pupils constricted with excitement to be part of a far more advanced operation. Perhaps she was more interested in getting to know her family than she let on. Enlil wanted that family structure for her. His family had been such an integral support his entire life, one he’d never questioned. Jess had given him a limited perspective of a life without that support. Lucky for her, Jess had been supported by a family of choice rather than blood kin. Brae wore her self-reliance with grace, yet her isolation was total. That would change with Eros and her brothers, even if she rejected Enlil.