Tempting Whispers: The Kategan Alphas 6 (19 page)

She couldn’t take it. She needed him
inside her. Needed that tongue to keep that same spot and move faster. “Oh God,
please!”

He pushed in at her cry. One finger, no
two, dove inside, thrusting slowly, like he had all the time in the world. His
tongue slowed and she growled. Now she had the pressure inside she needed, but
not the other.

“You’re a monster,” she cried, her head
turning on the bed.

She heard a chuckle from between her
thighs. Before she contemplated his death though, he moved his fingers faster,
did that twirly, erotic thing around her clitoris and there it was. Her entire
body tightened, pulling taut as a bowstring until her back arched off the bed,
and then she snapped. Screams escaped her throat, her body bucked under his
mouth, muscles jerking, then she flooded his fingers. He licked her through it
until she twitched from the sensitive feeling.

He withdrew his fingers and then he was
climbing up her body, her legs having to spread even further to accommodate
hips much wider than her own. His lips slid across her, tongue thrusting deep,
and she tasted herself and him in that kiss. Then he slid in deep and hard. She
gasped into his mouth. It felt different than it had the first time, even
better. Her chest pressed against his, her nipples scraping against him, and
their tongues winding together in a passionate embrace.

He didn’t stop moving. He took her body
hard and unyielding, stirring passion inside her she didn’t know she had left.
Her legs twisted until she clenched around him. Her arms winded until she dug
her fingers into his back. And still they kissed, and still he moved faster,
more forcefully. She titled her hips into it and then he hit something deep and
powerful inside her. She moaned wildly, breaking their mouths apart. When she
went back to kiss him again, he darted to her neck.

She felt the press of sharp teeth only a
moment before he sunk them into her. Her entire body spasmed as engulfing
pleasure soared through her, blinding her. She choked on sounds, moans, and
gasps. He growled against her, rocking faster, harder in her depths. He drew
from her neck in hard pulls, and with each one, she felt her body drawing tight
again like a bowstring. She didn’t just snap this time—she flew apart. Her body
jerked hard, rocking. She held onto him for dear life as something hot and wet
gushed inside of her, spreading from her fingers to her toes. His deep groan
vibrated along her neck and deep inside her until he pulled back and took her
lips once more, as he pushed deep and held himself there. Wet licks spurted
inside her as his muscles flexed and tightened under her touch from the strain.

They stayed together for a while, softly
kissing and holding each other. Her heart felt near to bursting in her chest.
It took everything in her not to spill the words and ruin everything, but God,
she wanted to tell him so badly. Was it love? Maybe; she didn’t know yet. But
what she did know, was that for the first time in her life, things were finally
looking up, and she didn’t have to go through it alone. She had Brayden.

He rolled off her and pulled her across
him. Their bodies cooled and she could feel the essence of their passion
between her legs. She smiled a little and ran her hand down his chest, feeling
the hard waves of his abs.

“You’re sexy,” she said.

He snorted something like a laugh. “You’re
the one who makes me wild.”

“I don’t know. I think you make me
pretty wild, too.” In fact, she could think all kinds of naughty things she’d
like to do with him...to him. She pressed a kiss to his chest, then put her
head back on his shoulder. With his arm wrapped around her, his thumb stroking
her arm, she felt the safest she ever had, certainly the most content. “Tell me
what happened with the car yesterday. Everything’s so jumbled…I can’t remember
much.”

His hand stilled on her arm for a
moment, then resumed stroking her. “Just an accident by all accounts. First car
got cut off and went swerving right to avoid hitting the asshole who cut him
off. That sent him flying onto the shoulder and into us. The car behind him
slammed on their breaks, the one behind them did the same, but one of them
still hit us.”

Oh. She almost felt like she’d been worried
for nothing. After all, she did have a bad guy after her. Since that was taken
care of her, body sunk even further onto him. Her eyes closed and didn’t want
to open. A big yawn left her. “I’m tired now.”

“Get some rest then, beautiful.”

So she did, falling asleep right there
in his arms. And when he woke her some time later and nudged inside her again,
she saw stars, whispered his name, and heard hers from him. Afterward, they
dressed slowly, casting little smiles at each other from across the room. She
liked his smiles. If the stout Brayden Erickson, Justicar to the council, could
smile, then everything could be okay. Everything would work out.

Dressed in clean jeans and a T-shirt and
him similarly, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him. It was
a slow kiss that left her breathless and toes curled into the carpet.

A hard knock sounded from downstairs.
And that’s when everything changed. Brayden jerked his head to the side, then
sprinted from the room. She was slow to follow, didn’t understand what could
make him rush. Then she heard shouts and she stopped at the doorway, her jaw
dropping.
Brayden’s
shouts. Panic set in pumping her heart fast and
hard. She ran to the top of the stairs and started down them on fast, light steps.

Men in black wearing swat suits were
coming in. Brayden cursed at them, then slammed his fist into a helmet-covered
head. The guards turned on him, rifle butts raised and pounded them on his
skull. He roared and it took her a few seconds to realize he wasn’t just
roaring, he was speaking...to her.

“Get out! Run, Vanessa!”

The guards all seemed to turn and see
her at the same time. Two stayed and kept fighting back Brayden, but she
watched his movements get weaker, his shouts softer and still two more guards
rounded on the stairs coming up toward her with slow, cautious steps.

“Mrs. Harrington, we’re with the Justicar’s
office. We’re here to take you home. Everything will be all right now; just
come with us,” said the guard on the left. He held out his hand for her to take
it and she turned and ran.

The guards cursed, then hard fast steps
barreled up the stairs. She flew down the hallway slamming the bedroom door
behind her. Her fingers shook as she turned the lock, but the soft sound of it
clicking nearly made her sigh with relief. She took off to the bathroom,
closing herself inside that one as well. She flipped the lock just as wood
splintered from the bedroom. Hard pounding kicks beat at the door and she knew
she didn’t have long. She hopped on top of the toilet and pulled at the lock of
the window. It was tiny, but she could fit through; she’d make sure of it.

“Fucking move!” she screamed at the
stupid thing. It wouldn’t budge. She adjusted her grip as her fingers turned
red, the tips burning to move the stupid little switch. And then her heart
started racing even harder. With a final bang, she knew they’d broken down the
door. Hard steps ran into the room, then banging on the bathroom door began.

“Please come out, Mrs. Harrington. We’re
here to help you.”

She pushed as hard as she could, and
finally, the switch flipped. She wasted no time in pushing the little window up,
but it too had a hard time moving, had probably never actually been opened. It
moved up a few inches then stalled. She leaned down and pressed both hands
under the window, could even feel the cool air blowing against her fingers, and
pushed with everything she had. The window gave with a mighty squeak of metal.
She squealed with joy, which was quickly cut short by the booming at the bathroom
door. The entire frame shook. The glass of the hand soap and little perfume
bottles on the sink shook and jingled with each slam.

The frame split, nearly coming off from
the top. Vanessa didn’t waste any time. Brayden told her to run, so she was
running. She got her head of the window, but her shoulders caught on it. Pain
blazed through her muscles, but still she shimmied, until her legs were in the
air and half of her torso was out the window. But she never made it any
further. With a cry thick with emotion, hands curled around her feet then
pulled her back in. Her chin bounced hard off the top of the toilet and
something cracked in her mouth.

Blood spilled from her lips. She was
turned and the men in swat clothes jerked her arms behind her back. A metal
sound clicked and then she couldn’t move her arms.

“No, no, no, no!” she said with rising
panic. She slammed her shoulder into the nearest guard, catching him off
balance and sending him slamming back into the shower. Glass shattered and
exploded around them.

She sprinted for the door, her feet
catching on sharp shards but she never stopped. She had to escape. She had to
get help. Strong arms banded around her chest. With her arms caught uselessly
behind her, she couldn’t do anything. She stomped at the guard’s feet, jacked
her body back and forth, and still his grip didn’t loosen.

“Dammit, give her the tranq,” panted the
guard holding her.

She fought harder, crying out like a
banshee, dropping to her knees and trying to slam the guard back off her with
the momentum.

The guard in the shower lumbered to a
stand, shaking his head as if disoriented. He reached into a pocket from his
cargo pants then pulled out a little gun. It reminded her of a hot glue gun,
except the cartridge in this one was a glass vial with clear liquid inside.

“Time to go night night.” He pressed the
gun to her arm, then a spurt of compressed air whooshed. Warmth, then frigid
coldness swamped her. Her vision darkened, then she slumped.

Chapter 15

“Come on, man, why don’t you sit down.
All that pacing is starting give me double vision.”

“Fuck off, Dmetri,” growled Brayden.

“He’s right, you know. Just try to
relax. We’ll work something out,” a soft feminine voice said.

“You don’t know what you’re talking
about, Christine.”

Dmetri stood, then gave a pointed look
to Christine and she left the study quietly. Dmetri marched to stand before
him. Brayden stopped moving, though every muscle in his body jerked with the
need to
do
something.

“You will not talk to my mate that way,
drook
.
Got it? I know you’re angry, but this isn’t her fault.”

Brayden wanted to rip his hair out one
big chunk at a time. “I know that,” he said with as much patience as he could
muster. “I’ll apologize later.”

“Good, be sure that you do.” Dmetri took
his seat again and Brayden sighed a little now that he could finally continue
his mad trek across the carpet. “I take it you didn’t learn anything today.”

Brayden sent him a scathing glare. “Of
course, not. They refuse to divulge any information to me, even when I ordered
it. Even when I threated to start breaking bones.”

Dmetri nodded. “The problem with threats,
see, it’s like with kids—”

Brayden paused to give Dmetri a dubious
glance. “What do you know of children?”

He shrugged. “Christine wants a bundle
around the house. I’ve been looking into it. That’s not the point. The point is,
you can make as many threats as you want, but if you never go through with the
threat, then they don’t believe you and they’ll run all over you. Should have
gone through with it.”

Brayden stopped at the window and looked
up at the darkening sky. Early evening still. Dmetri had a point. Should have
cracked bones, made them bleed, then they’d talk. Then they’d have to tell him
where she is.

“Listen, did you try her father again?”

“Yes, he says he hasn’t heard a word. He
just knows the Justicars have her and that Joseph hasn’t returned to the pack.”

“Do you think he ran off with her?”

Brayden squeezed his eyes shut. That
same thought had run through his mind a million times. “I doubt it. I’ve
searched the city every single night for any signs of her scent. I can’t find
her anywhere. I’ve already hired private investigators just in case they
managed to sneak her out.” Those humans had come highly recommended to him. He
didn’t know if he was relieved they hadn’t found anything or incredibly
frustrated.

“It’s been a few days and you’re still
wired. Why don’t you take a break?” Dmetri said.

Brayden turned to him, his body
vibrating with anger. “Could you, if someone’d taken Christine?”

That took the easy smile off Dmetri’s
face fast. “That’s different. She’s my mate. I’d do anything for her.”

“And I’d do anything to get Vanessa
back.”

Dmetri cocked his head to the side.
Brayden didn’t like the look he was giving him, as if he’d just had an
interesting realization. “What?” Brayden asked.

“Why would you do that? She isn’t
anything to you.”

“Like hell, she isn’t. I—” he stopped
himself before he revealed anything. “I promised her I’d protect her.”