Devil Hath Come (an FBI/Romance Thriller ~book 7) (47 page)

She turned into his arms. “I think I’d like that very much.”

His lips found hers, as he walked her backwards towards the mahogany monstrosity. Chris’s hands wandered across her body, as he found her gun and badge. Slipping them off her belt, he placed them on the nightstand beside his own. “I can’t believe that I’m about to roll around in bed with you in this house,” he muttered into the kiss.

“Believe it,” she
replied as she began to pull off her clothes. Suddenly, she wanted to get naked as fast as possible. “I want you, Christopher.”

His body swelled in need. Just hearing the words from her mouth drove him wild. “
God, I need you Cyra. Like no one ever before in my entire life,” he replied, finally getting free of his own clothing.

When he moved towards her, she thought he was going to attack.
Instead, he lifted her up to sit on the bed. Once situated, he joined her.

Chris couldn’t believe his good fortune. “Cyra,” he murmured as he pulled her against his body
, and rolled with her until they were in the middle. Their limbs became tangled, their mouths met and hands wandered everywhere.

“Chris,” she whispered
as she stared down into his face as she ended up on top. Cyra began leaving little kisses all down his throat. When she reached his chest, his heart thudded beneath her lips. Finally, she dropped a gentle kiss over the bandage on his side.

“Oh,
Cyra,” he murmured as he was touched by her tenderness.

“I w
ant to taste you,” she purred in attempt to slow down their love making. In the hotel, it was fast and frenetic. Now she just wanted to make him quiver and want more and more, just like she did.

“Sweetheart,” he gasped, as her hand
stroked his erection. The feel of her fingers on his flesh made him burn extremely hot.

“Yes?” she asked, almost all the way down his body.

He seemed to forget how to think and once she found him, it was ten times worse. A groan slid from his lips, as the heat of her mouth made him crazy. Just that action alone was enough to make him want to lose total control.

As she teased the underside of him with her tongue, she could feel him shake. “More Chris?” she asked, taking him back in her mouth for slow, easy strokes of hand and lips.

“Hell yessssssssss!” he hissed. He was completely lost in the exquisite feeling of her making love to his body with just such simple actions. This had to be the most amazing feeling in the world. Then she released him to move back up his body, until she was perched above his hips.

“You taste really delicious, Christopher,” she said grinning
down at him. The wild look in his eyes made her want to never stop doing it.

He struggled to catch his breath
. It was official. He’d been struck mute and dumb.

Before he could say anything to her, she lowered herself onto his erection. He jerked
as he fought for control as he closed his eyes and prayed that he would survive.

Cyra gave him a few seconds to regain
focus, as she stared into his handsome face. God, her heart was so far gone. He owned her entirely and so quickly.

When he stared up
into her eyes, blue meeting blue, she began moving. As she braced her hands on his chest, she began to slide him in and out on long delicious strokes.

“Oh Christ,” he muttered, afraid to look away for the fear
Cyra would vanish from his sight. There was so much to say to her, and it was all ready to pour from his heart and soul. Chris would give her the world, the moon, and anything else she desired, just to feel this every day of his life. “Please don’t ever stop, Cyra,” he begged as he was enthralled by her body above his. Her full breasts bobbed, her slim hips felt so good with his palms resting there. When she started chewing on her bottom lip, his world shook around him.

“Chris,” she gasped
as he arched up to drive deeper into her body. Everything started swirling with colors as the room ruptured apart and she exploded.

He heard his name on her lips, and could feel her tighten down on his body. Control was slipping, as he decided to stop fighting it, and just follow her lead.
Pulling her down one last time, he poured hotly into her and filled the woman who he knew he loved more than anything in life.

God, he wanted to tell her, but
Chris feared that she’d run.

For now, it would need to wait.

Cyra curled across his body with her head on his shoulder and warm breath on his neck. There weren’t words for how she felt now either. The house had been a big surprise, but not as large as the shock of finding the man who she would adore forever.

“Cyra,” he finally spoke.

“Yes, Chris
topher?” She wanted to tell him the three words that danced across the tip of her tongue, but decided to hold back. When the time was right, she’d take that chance.

“Thank y
ou for living with me. I swear that you won’t ever regret it.”

There was no doubt
of that, as long as this man was in her life.

                                *   *   *

Thursday Early Evening

When the search warrant came in, it was a free for all. They
were incredibly shorthanded, since sending Cyra back with Chris. They had to utilize the police force on hand in Circle Rock.

They only hoped it wasn’t a big mistake.

Chief Lowry was there assisting, as they pulled the altar room apart. In it, they found all kinds of powders, herbs and even some of the illegal kind, but no list of names.

“Poor Arlen James is going to be sorry he screwed with us and didn't just hand over the list of his
believers.” Had he complied, it would have meant them not finding the dope, the cameras that were illegally taping the ceremonies, and the sexual props.

“I’m thinking the man is sorry for a great deal of things,” replied Blackhawk
as he boxed up the CD’s and placed them by the door. “How about you, me, popcorn and various sex acts for tomorrow?”

She glanced over at him
as she snickered at his offer. Ethan’s hair was tied back, his shirt was unbuttoned at the collar and his sleeves were rolled up to reveal the strong and powerful arms that she loved so much.

“
We should have someone watch them,” he stated and then moved closer to her body to whisper in her ear. “You smell really great, and I want to run my lips all the way down your body until you beg me to stop.”

She was forced to swallow.
“Yeah, we’re going to need to go through them, since we don’t have a list of members. We’ll need to photo ID them one by one.” She wasn’t going to even address the comments that he had made, after the fact. It wasn’t easy to be professional when he was standing that close to her body.

As if on cue, her other sexy Native appeared out of the blue.

“What are you two talking about?” Callen asked, carrying a bag full of enhancements that he’d found in the other room.

“Sex,” Ethan responded unabashedly. “It seems to be in the air.”

Elizabeth shushed him as she tried to keep the men from talking so damn loud. She didn't need everyone in the building hearing their sexy talk. At one point, it would have mortified Ethan, but apparently not any more.

“Well count me in,” Callen stated
as he too began whispering.

“What’s
in the bag, Cal?” she inquired as she pointed to the package in his arms. It looked like quite a few empty prescription pill bottles.

“Guess who was drugging up the participants too?
It’s almost a year’s supply of erection in a bottle, and the prescriptions were filled only three weeks ago. Arlen couldn’t have used this many pills in that time, or he’d be walking wood.”

She snorted. “
Thanks a lot for that. Now, I have a good visual there.”

“Yeah, no one has that much sex,” Callen stated.

Ethan looked at his brother. Did the man forget what went on in their lives? “Oh, we’re pretty high up there.” Then he wiggled his eyebrows lecherously as his hand caressed her on the behind. “Right, sweet cheeks.”

Elizabeth loved him so much
, despite the inappropriateness of his comment. “You’re out of control, love bug.”

“Look what I found!” yelled Officer Murphy. “I pulled out a drawer and there was a box full of this powder stuff. Didn't you say the killer was using it on the altars?”

Elizabeth took the bag from him and opened it. Reaching in, she rubbed some on her fingers and took a whiff. “Yeah, this is it. Good work, Officer Murphy, see what else you can find.”

The man rushed away
to locate more evidence. He was like a big, old, cop puppy dog, and he was having the time of his life.

“Don’t go sniffing that too much, Lyzee. Who knows what kind of psychotropic effect it has on a person.”

She lowered her voice. “I suddenly feel very horny and like I want to have incredibly wild sex out in the car.”

Ethan
retracted his previous statement. “Keep sniffing.”

Callen
kept digging through the bag without batting an eyelash. “I’m stealing some for later.”

She shook her head
and laughed.

“
Boss!” Christina called as she waved her arm to get their attention. She was working on the altar and had found something. “I used the black light, and so you know, you’re going to want to disinfect with morgue spray when you get back. I would actually recommend it a couple times.”

Elizabeth shuddered at the mere idea
of what they were walking on and touching.

“I found fluids, and you can fill in that blank, but I also found blood. She moved the light until it glowed.

“Test it and see what you find,” Ethan said. “We know they used women here, but we don’t know what else happened here while everyone was hopped up on Viagra and pot. That’s a mix that can go ugly fast.”

Glancing down at her watch,
Elizabeth was monitoring their time. “We have to be out of here in one hour, boys. I have my very first coven meeting to attend tonight.”

Christina stared at her.
“I’m sorry, boss, but you may need to repeat that. I could have sworn you said…”

“Didn't you hear? I’m becoming a witch,” Elizabeth stated
, grinning.

True to form, Christina
didn't miss a beat. “I see. You may be a little confused though. The word we all use to describe you doesn’t start with
‘W’
it starts with
‘B’
, and let me reassure you that you’re already there, no need to become one.”

The three started laughing.

“I’m going to miss you, Christina,” Elizabeth said, offering her a fist bump.

“Same here, Director Blackhawk.
Same here.”

After making love again in the shower, Chris began packing for the next few days in Circle Rock. He couldn’t believe that when they came back, she was going to be here with him. It astounded him.

“How long do you think
that it will take to move all your things?” Chris inquired as he watched her sitting in his reading chair. She was wearing one of his t-shirts and her legs were dangling over the one arm.

“Well, I can’t bring all my things. You don’t need
a second set of furniture here, so I’ll mostly have to just pack up my clothes and personal things. I think I can place the rest in storage in case I ever need it again.”

He had news for her, she wasn’t ever moving out.

“What are you thinking about, Christopher?” she asked as she noticed his expression had changed.

“
I was picturing us sharing a closet.”

Cyra laughed
at his excitement. It was absolutely adorable. “Is it big enough?”

He nodded.

“Then I can’t wait. I’m going to go shoe shopping when I get back too. With all that room I need to increase my collection of incredibly scandalous heels. A big closet is every girl’s dream come true.”

He had the picture in his head. “I think I’d like to see you wear them, if you don’t mind.”

She
knew where his mind was going with it, and she didn't mind in the least. “Yeah, that works for me.”

Chris had to get away from her for a few minutes
, or he was going to be all over her again. As much as he loved sex all night long, yeah like that ever happened before, he knew they needed to catch some down time too.

“How about you grab some wine out of the
chiller downstairs and two glasses? I’ll meet you on the couch, and we can discuss how fast to get you moved in here.”