Devil Hath Come (an FBI/Romance Thriller ~book 7) (38 page)

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He watched them from the darkness
as he hid from the people who had no clue.

The witches
just had their memorial. It was a wake for the coven members in true Goddess fashion.

Now
, they were disbursing and heading to the sanctuary of their homes. Shortly, he would have to make his move.

Already
, he could see the one who he had to have as she walked away from the others. Now, he only needed to wait and snatch her in the darkness.

The little lamb was coming right to him.

It was appropriate, since they were much like sheep. They followed their leader and were oblivious that there was a better master to serve. They spoke of light and airy feelings, when what really truly existed was dark, sin, and pain.

Most of them
had no clue, when it came to what was happening all around them. They obliviously moved through life not noticing that the weaker were nothing more than prey.

They deserved to be
picked off by a stronger, more powerful force.

His dark Lord would show them.
He only required two more women, and then Elizabeth Blackhawk would be his.

The star would be complete.

Wouldn’t his master be proud?

He
grinned wickedly as the prize was near. The blonde would have no clue what was coming.

D
eath was knocking on her door.

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After all the paperwork and reports had been filled out, Chris didn't want Cyra to sleep in that room. In fact, he wasn’t too keen on being in there himself.

They moved all
of her things across the hall and decided to call it a night. Chris cleaned her bite mark after it was photographed and swabbed. He knew that those kinds of wounds were the most bacteria filled and infected rather easily. When he was finished, Chris sent her off to shower.

Cyra was being incredibly quiet and that made him nervous.
He never had to face anything like this before, and he was in uncharted land. Sending off a text to Ethan Blackhawk, he asked him what he should do. This was a test if the man really meant what he said about being friends. When he got the answer back, he was relieved. For now he had a plan of action, and that didn't make him feel so out of control.

Getting undressed, he stripped out of his shirt, jeans and shoes. He was extremely exhausted from the lack of sleep, work
, and then the fist fight.

He started laughing.

Yeah, his life was an adventure.

As the water shut off, he waited for her to redress and come out. When the door opened, she didn't look
like a tough FBI agent anymore. Cyra resembled a scared little girl.

“Are you okay,
sweetheart?” he asked softly.

She couldn’t speak. Everything was replaying over and over again in her mind. Shaking her head, the tears filled her eyes.

Chris opened his arms, knowing that she was going to need someone to offer her comfort.

Without even thinking, she crossed the room and climbed onto the bed. The minute his arms pulled her
into his body, the tears began their descent.

“I was so scared, Chris,” she whispered
between the sobs.

He knew how she was feeling. “So was I.”

Earlier, when he’d told Elizabeth that he loved Cyra, he still wasn’t one hundred percent sure. At that point, he could joke about it, but now he saw the truth.

It wasn’t lust.

His emotions weren’t propelled by the sex.

Chris Leonard was in
love
.

As he held her through the emotional storm, he began to make his plans to tell her everything in his heart, so they could start their lives.

Together.

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Standing in the space he had
selected, he examined the altar and his handy work. This might be the best one ever. Where the other ones were made of wood and stone, this one was simple and made of nothing more than the earth.

What better way to send off a woman
who believed in the magick of Mother Nature, than to let her blood soak deep into the ground?

In fact, she was
now closer to his master, and he could take her energy right there and then.

This was perfect.

Constructing the circle had taken a great deal of salt, but he needed it to be large.

Not because the sacrifice was bigger, no, but because he wanted to walk around her
and take her in from all angles. This one was very attractive, and he was despondent that he couldn’t enjoy her more.

Yes, he wanted to touch them sexually, but his master didn't want that. No, he wasn’t to
have any of them but the final one. He’d known from the start when he saw her on the television that she’d be his last one and final gift. Waiting for her would make it that much better in the end.

He heard the muffled scream and had to laugh.

“It won’t be long, witch. I promise. I just have to strip down and call my master. Then, he’ll have you for a snack.”

Raising his hands in the air, he began chanting in Latin. The words filled him as he let them spill from his lips with perfection. He promised the woman inside the circle for his master, and in return would be given Elizabeth Blackhawk and power.

When he was finished, he knelt beside her, her hands tied above her head and the ankles below.

This time he wanted to play a little with the offering. Slicing down her shirt, first he ran his hands over her smooth flesh, enjoying how it made his body heat.

“Usually, I kill the offering first, but Satan told me he likes suffering, so you need to pay. It won’t hurt for long. I would guess for only twenty minutes or so.”

With his warning, he began. With the tip of the athame, he began carving into her body.

She howled in pain and tears flowing down her face until the pain became too much. Passing out, she slipped into the darkness to die in peace.

He laughed
as he picked up the little vial. “I knew you would insist on hiding,” he stated, waving it under her nose to bring her back.

When her eyes fl
ickered open, the screams began again.

Once more
, he continued on with the carving, only to stop and revive her again. As he carved into this one’s belly, he wondered if Elizabeth Blackhawk would scream as much for him?

Oh yes, she would.

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Thursday Morning

Four
days until Halloween

The hands sliding across her body were a dead giveaway. Having been with both men long enough, she knew one’s touch from the other.

To her, they were very distinguishable.

When Ethan would roam her body, it was with fingertips and gentle touch, as if she was something breakable. It was ironic, because when the three
of them came together, he tended to be the wilder and more out of control.

With
Callen, his touch was unmistakable too. He’d use the palm of his hand to feel the maximum amount of flesh as humanly possible. He greedily stroked and rubbed, with a roughness that was simply him. When it came to sex alone, he was far more aggressive but as their threesome, he backed down to his brother.

When he tweaked her nipple and followed it up by his mouth, she moaned. “Leroy, my husbands are in the shower. If you’re going to take me, you better make it fast.”

He laughed as he bit down a little to teach her a lesson.

The pain filled her
and made her body heat with such want and need. “God,” she hissed, as he rolled with her to place her on top.

“Since you want
to pretend that your lover is manhandling you, I want to pretend that I’m the boss,” he answered as he directed her head lower. “Take me in your mouth.”

Her body was awake,
and she did what he asked.

Callen gasped, as he
had an up close and personal view of her swallowing him whole. Elizabeth had a wicked mouth and tongue, in the bed and out. Now, she was showing him her well perfected skills. As her head bobbed up and down in his lap, he buried his hands in fistfuls of hair, enjoying the whimper she made. “So hot, angel,” he muttered, as she slid her one hand lower and cupped him.

The groan was from so deep in his chest
, it was a rumble. “Shit, Lyzee!”

As his words became more heated, her mouth became wilder
and pushed him to his limits.

Callen fought hard to not lose it. After all, it wasn’t easy with his woman. As he arched up into her mouth, he knew he wasn’t going to make it much longer.
Already, he was fighting to keep his hips from driving into the warmth of her mouth. With his hands still buried in her hair, he dragged her up his body roughly, her hiss of pain making him insane.

Elizabeth gasped
and forced herself to relax into it, as she knew Callen wouldn’t hurt her. In fact, she wanted more and more of what he offered.

As he rolled,
Elizabeth lay trapped beneath him. “Callen, I want you to fu…” she didn't get to finish. Already, his mouth had crashed down on hers, and he’d thrust deep into the hot wetness of her body.

They both moaned
, enjoying the invasion and pillaging.

When her hands found his hair, she shared
his aggression and pulled roughly to keep his mouth locked to hers until she was finished with the kiss.

Callen couldn’t catch his breath. This was probably the roughest
that he’d ever been with her, and he had expected her to put a stop to it. Yeah, that didn't happen. Elizabeth was enjoying it as much as he was and the knowledge that he could be himself with her was making him crazy. It made him want to see how far he could take it before being denied his prize.

Ripping his mouth away, he stared wildly down into her eyes as his lower body took and claimed her too.

“More, Callen! More!”

“God, Elizabeth,” he hissed,
giving her exactly what she wanted.

And he needed.

Elizabeth felt herself break apart as the orgasm tore through her body. Her body bowed and wantonly accepted all of his aggressive thrusts.

“Can’t.last.
any.longer!” he shouted, slamming into her one last time as he fell into the chasm after her. He floated in the darkness, until his vision cleared.

Lifting his body up, he stared down into her eyes. “
Are you okay?” he asked, hoping that he didn't cross some line.

“Yee haw,” she muttered, still not opening her eyes. “Now I want to go back to sleep.”

He started laughing and was pleased that she enjoyed their lovemaking. “What if I told you that I had a present for you? Would that wake you up?

It
had the desired effect.

“Hell yeah it
would, Mr. Whitefox.” She perked up immediately. It was like an early Christmas. First, there was a ring from Ethan and now something from Callen. Her suspicion was piqued. Both men were very romantic and giving, but back to back?

Something had them in a tizzy.

He slid off her body and crossed to his messenger bag. Pulling out the box, Callen carried it to her. “I saw this and thought of you.”

Elizabeth noticed it was in a similar box as the ring Ethan had given her. Opening it, she stared down at the spiral pendant with the blue stones. “Oh Cal, it’s gorgeous.”

“It’s for protection.”

And then she got it. Yeah, they were both worried about
her making it out of Circle Rock alive. “I love it, and it matches the ring Ethan gave me,” she added, pulling open the other box to show him.

The man laughed. It certainly did. “We didn't plan it.”

She gave him kisses. “I love it.”

“Can I help you put it on?” he asked, taking it from her hand. At that moment, they both glanced up as the bathroom door opened.

“It appears I timed that perfectly,” he said, walking to the side of the bed and taking a seat. He touched the bauble his brother was hanging around her throat. “You have truly excellent taste, Callen. It’s really pretty.”