Codename Spring (9 page)

“Ready?”

“Always, with you.”

He parted her cheeks with his hands and positioned his cock against her. Then he slid his arm around her hip and found her clit from in front. “You do it. Push back onto my cock. Go as fast or as slow as you like.”

Trusting him to know what was best, or at least most erotic, she moved her legs a bit farther apart and pushed. Slowly her body spread around him, swallowing the head of his cock. She gasped as her muscles contracted and came to rest against the hardness of his shaft.

“Relax, baby.” He gasped. “You’re really tight.”

She took a deep breath and then another, trying to ignore the massive fullness within her back passage. “No, you’re really big.”

“All right.” He cupped her breast with one hand and gently massaged her clit with the other. “Come if you can. I know this feels strange but your muscles will relax if you come.”

It felt invasive and… She stopped analyzing the sensations and just accepted them. Easing her arms out to the side, she lowered her shoulders even more. She surrendered, was utterly submissive, his to pleasure, protect and adore.

His hand left her breast and grasped the back of her neck.

“Yes,” she encouraged, showing him how excited she’d become when he’d turned feral over her. She wanted her mate demanding, possessive. Dominant. She needed to know she was safe at his side. That he would always fight for her.

He pulled back and pleasure spiraled in his wake. “Oh, Evard, yes! More.” He pushed deeper, caressing her clit while she adjusted to the pressure. With long, slow strokes, he carefully fucked her. His fingers quickly became a distraction. She wanted to concentrate on the amazing slide of his shaft in and out of her ass…his brutal sweet possession of her body.

He clasped her hips and increased his speed, thrusting in fast and pulling out slowly. She cried out as the cycles intensified their pleasure. They shared their feelings freely, flowing from her mind into his and back.

She pushed up as he drove in, ready to participate more actively. His pleasure bombarded her mind. He was holding on by a thread. His fight thrilled and excited her, accelerating her arousal. She tightened her muscles and he cried out, losing his battle with completion. He wrapped his arms around her hips and came in shuddering spurts. The intensity of his orgasm triggered mirroring sensations in her body. She tightened around him, hugging him, loving him, prolonging the pleasure for as long as she could.

They collapsed onto their sides and Jocelyn laughed. “Saroji better finish healing you soon or she’ll be restarting
my
heart.”

“Let me catch my breath and I’ll see if she’ll let us out.”

They made love twice more before Saroji brought them out of their dream trance.

“You both look ridiculously guilty.” Saroji smiled, though her gaze appeared dark and smoky. “I don’t have to ask how you entertained yourselves.”

Jocelyn sat up on her treatment table and stretched, pausing to look around. This was the overflow ward in the medical center. Ra’jen was standing beside Evard’s treatment table but she supposed that wasn’t surprising. The general hadn’t had the opportunity to speak with him yet.

Evard inclined his head toward Saroji. “Thank you. I know Jocelyn couldn’t have saved me without your assistance.”

Saroji shrugged. “You’re Bartonese. Your regenerative abilities probably would have kicked in but you’d have been in for a long convalescence. We didn’t have time to wait.”

“How much had you accomplished before they blew up your lab?” Ra’jen asked.

“My brother.” Saroji shook her head. “Not a diplomatic bone in his body.” She glared at Ra’jen. “He just came back from the dead. Can’t the inquisition wait until tomorrow?”

Ra’jen sighed, obviously annoyed by any delay. He shifted his gaze back to Evard and said, “If you’ll tell me what happened to Inwatta the rest can wait. I know an agent was sent to investigate her. Is he still at the Pentagon?”

“Malik Wanatee finished—”

Saroji gasped loud enough to halt Evard’s explanation. She turned on her brother, features contorted with myriad emotions. “You told me Malik was dead! You swore on the memory of our father.” With no further explanation for her outburst she rushed from the room.

Ra’jen started to follow his sister then released another sigh. “Are you sure it was Malik Wanatee? He has a coveted reputation. One of the other agents could be using his name.”

“I have no idea.” Evard glanced at Jocelyn.
Are they always this excitable?

Jocelyn smiled and pushed a rush of tenderness across their link.

“Release his image to me.” Ra’jen was used to barking orders and being obeyed. He had a softer side but it seldom emerged unless Autumn was around.

Evard’s resentment flowed into Jocelyn’s mind as he passed Ra’jen a detailed image of Agent Wanatee.

“Fuck,” Ra’jen muttered. “You Bartonese and your regenerative abilities. I should have incinerated the body.” He squared his shoulders and clasped his hands behind his back. “I apologize for the disruption. We didn’t mean to add to the drama. Had Malik finished his investigation before you…died?”

“Yes. He concluded that the charges against Inwatta were warranted and arrested her shortly before we staged my death. She returned to her dimension and Malik walked out of the room, so I don’t know his current location.”

“It’s nothing you need to worry about. It just caught us by surprise.”

“How soon can I resume my work? The formula is ready for production.”

“That’s up to your doctor. I’ve secured a location for you. You should find everything you need, including comfortable living quarters. As soon as Jocelyn releases you I’ll send an escort.” He smiled at Jocelyn, the simple change transforming his features.
If my agents keep bonding with their targets, I’m going to have to recruit more spies.

If Evard’s formula works as well as he thinks it will, there won’t be a reason.

Ra’jen glanced at Evard then nodded.
Let’s all pray for that day.
“I better get moving. If I don’t let you rest my sister will hunt me down. She can be ferocious when she’s riled.” They both chuckled and the general left.

Jocelyn swung her legs over the side of her table and lowered her feet to the floor. Following her lead, Evard sat up and swung his legs over the side of his table. But rather than joining her on the floor, he remained on the table and pulled her between his legs.

She rested her hands on his shoulders and he stroked her back. “It still doesn’t feel quite real.”

“I think we’re both afraid to let ourselves hope.” He pressed his hand against the side of her face and traced her lips with his thumb. “Will you go into hiding with me, or are we going to risk secret meetings in the dead of night?”

“That sounds almost romantic.” She smiled into his eyes. “I don’t think I’d be satisfied with an occasional rendezvous. I’ve acquired a taste for you.”

He bent his head and accepted the invitation shining in her eyes. The kiss was slow and sweet and filled with the soul-deep tenderness they both needed so badly.
You’ll be one hell of a distraction.

We’ll have to learn to pace ourselves.

His laughter sounded in her mind.
Yeah, we’ve been so successful with that strategy so far.

“You two are going to wear each other out.”

Jocelyn broke away and turned her head. Saroji stood in the doorway, laughter shining in her eyes. “The transport is waiting. We have to get Evard out of here. If anyone sees him we’re screwed.”

Evard hopped down from the table and threaded his fingers through Jocelyn’s. “Ready?”

She squeezed his hand and whispered, “Always, with you.”

About the Author

When my parents realized I had an aptitude for storytelling—okay, even at an early age I was a consummate liar—they encouraged me to find constructive ways to put all that “creativity” to use. I wrote my first novel when I was in junior high school. It was a typical teenage girl’s fantasy about being kidnapped by a sexy rock star, finding out he was really a misunderstood millionaire’s son, and living happily ever after with the reformed rebel. Check out
A Taste of Twilight
if you’re curious to see what became of the story.

Now I spend my days, and many of my nights, trying to keep up with the characters springing to life within my mind. I find creative ways of avoiding errands and housework because I can’t drag myself away from the dramas unfolding in my latest story. And every day I thank God I was able to quit my day job and actively pursue my dream! (I also write paranormal romances for Ellora’s Cave as Cyndi Friberg. They are still smoking hot, just less adventurous than Aubrey’s books.)

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