Immortal Distraction (9 page)

“What are you saying?” Her heart was pounding, her palms were suddenly clammy, Humphreys was staring at her in annoyance, and she was on the verge of panicking.

“There’s something wrong with him. No perspiration reading, and I mean nothing.”

She was grasping at straws. “Well maybe he just doesn’t sweat much…”

“No, Detective, I mean not even trace levels that are inherently there if you’re human. And his pulse… He had a pulse, but it wasn’t normal, not human normal, not any sort of normal at all. It was unsteady to say the least. And I’m talking … really unsteady. Maybe you’d hear a beat like that if a hundred-year-old man was getting ready to infarct. Too slow, too uneven. Nothing normal … or
viable
about it. And I don’t care what species you are. You can’t survive that sort of random, chaotic beat.”

Brit was silent. She had no idea what to say, no idea what to think. Every last part of the past hour of her life was impossible, and yet, she was awake, she was certain she was sane. She was also certain Mike wasn’t crazy either. There was something oh so very wrong with Mr. Angus Scott.

* * * *

She looked hysterical as she stood in his doorway. “I want to know what you did to him!” She was practically shrieking. Clint was standing behind her waiting for word he should escort her from the building. Of course that wasn’t going to happen.

“Clint, you may go. Brit, perhaps you should come in and sit down before you have a stroke. I don’t relish the thought of you dying in my hallway from utter fury.”

When she brushed past him, it was with a sidewise glance that left him convinced she thought he was a monster. Wasn’t he? She refused to look away from him, but it wasn’t nearly the expression he’d prefer to see from her. She was leery, nervous; distrustful was an understatement.

“What are you?”

“A man.” He smirked slightly, but he knew better than to push his luck. She wasn’t up for his torment.

“Bullshit! You’re … you’re something … there’s something different about you!” She looked like she might unhinge at any moment and slug him.

“Is that so? And what is so different. Does my body not work like a man?” He cocked his head to the side as she stared at him. “You know full well it does.” He continued to study her, but he didn’t push her. He stowed the smirk he would normally be giving her, and he watched her without a shred of challenge.

He wasn’t expecting the blatant show of his powers at the precinct to go unnoticed, least of all by her. It wasn’t for Michael Emerson’s benefit. He’d only met the man once, and he knew from plenty of past experience that the man would eventually chalk it up to nothing more than a fluke, an off day. But he’d let Brit see him. And Brit knew him well enough, whether she wanted to admit it or not, to not fall into that trap easily.

He had no business doing it, and he knew the only way to erase it was to erase every last memory of himself from her mind. Their lives were entangled, and even without the search for Driscoll pushing them along together, there was no denying their connection. And it was too painful to even consider removing himself from her mind. He didn’t want to start over with her, and yet … he knew he couldn’t stay away from her. He was starting to feel more like Truman by the minute, and it was intoxicating and infuriating all at the same time. He didn’t want to fight his way back to this place with her, and frankly, this place was a far distance from where he’d like to be with her. She was, after all, still holding him at arm’s length, and every encounter was a fight, and he damn well knew it. But he wanted her to see him, and part of him didn’t care how reckless it was. He’d always intended to wipe Michael’s mind from the get-go, but he hadn’t intended to flaunt it in front of Brit.

“I don’t know what you are … but you’re not … normal. Not human.” She was accusing him as though what she was saying could somehow offend him. In a way, it did.

“Then what, pray tell, am I?” He continued to study her reaction calmly and coolly. He watched as her eyelids fluttered. It was a mentally exhausted reaction. She didn’t know what to think, and he understood that. She was rigid in her fury, in her absolute confusion. This woman couldn’t stand not being in control, and right now, she was lost, and control was nowhere near her grasp.

When he grabbed her body and pushed her swiftly up to the wall beside her, it was with a speed that left little time for her to react; it was exactly the intention. He listened to her heart race. His hand was holding her waist in place, and his eyes were staring in smoldering need. He had to have her. She had to know him, and he couldn’t stand to be pushed away by her when she wanted him so damn much—not for even one more moment.

But he waited.

She was gasping as his mouth lowered to her neck. She was in shock, and he intended to wake her body up. If she thought her control was being challenged before, he was going to make sure she understood just how pleasurable it could be to hand over her power to him. He started just below her ear, grazing his teeth, which had already started to protract, carefully and slowly down the side of her neck. He was gentle enough not to break the skin, but the sharp points of his protracted canines were leaving red streaks of slightly raised and inflamed skin in their path as he moved. Her heartbeat instantly sped at the feel. When he hit the spot just where her neck met her clavicle, he licked. Her V-neck shirt was helpful, but not helpful enough, and as he reached to the neckline, he pulled the fabric toward her shoulder, opening up the rest of her collarbone. He licked lightly across the protruding bone, listening to her heart pound, and he waited some more.

And then it was there.

Her arousal hit his senses like an aphrodisiac he’d become addicted to, and he was done waiting any longer. He pushed his rigid length hard against her groin as she moaned, and then leaning to her ear, he spoke through gritted teeth. “If I’m not a man, what the fuck am I?” His tone was as harsh as his words, and she shivered in his arms at the intense sound of his voice. “Don’t tell me I’m not a man.” He was damn near growling at her.

She didn’t resist when he lifted her hips to straddle his and pushed his groin harshly into hers, pinning her body to the wall. She also didn’t resist when he pulled their bodies from the wall and lay her down on the cold hard marble floor of his entryway. Taking her to bed would of course be appropriate, but he was beyond being appropriate anymore. And when he pressed down on top of her body, he pushed his arousal hard into her warm, clothed pussy. He could feel the heat of her body soothing the throbbing ache in his groin, and his brain started begging him to be done with it already. He was desperate.

He grabbed her hand and forcefully thrust it between their bodies to his groin. And the moment her rigid and shocked palm was against the strained bulge in his pants, he sighed and dropped his head to her shoulder. “Goddamn it, Brit! I can’t stand it anymore, and I know you can’t either. Stop fighting me.” And her palm relaxed just marginally.

He could hear her tight throat as it swallowed harshly in her nervousness. But when her palm relaxed further and gently glided a trembling path over the front of his pants, he moaned, and every last tormenting moment with her became worth it. The pressure was a tease to his pulsing and flexing erection. He wanted inside her body so much his cool blood felt as though it was on fire.

When she undid his button and lowered the zipper as he hovered over her body, still snug between her legs, her fingers still trembled, but there was such haste and abandon that he knew there was no stopping her now. She pushed her hand down beneath the waistband of his underwear, and as her fingers made first contact with the hard shaft of his cock, he groaned so loud he thought he might scare her. She wrapped her fingers around his length and slid down the shaft toward his testicles. There was little room for her hand with his body pressed so hard against hers, and leaning his weight on an elbow, he quickly undid the waist of her slacks, lowered the zipper, and then started yanking them roughly down her hips as her hand slipped from his pants.

He leaned back from her body as he finished pulling her pants and underwear completely from her legs, and when he came down onto her body again, he pushed between her legs. She was grasping and clutching at the waist of his pants as she shoved them down his hips hastily to expose his cock further. Her lips were trembling as he moved into position, and then he pushed, and she cried out. The engorged head of his penis pushed past her lips and into her body before she even had the chance to object. It was a scorching hot heat he’d not felt for more centuries than he could recall. Her tight, wet, warmth parted around his impaling cock, and as he pushed deeper, she cried out a strangled gasping cry as her stomach muscles twitched and the breath left her lungs.

Her cunt was unbelievably tight as he pushed past the clenching muscles that gripped desperately around him, and the tight warmth kept relenting and giving way as his force moved him deeper and deeper. Her groan was guttural and sounded as though the breath had been knocked from her gut, but he pushed until he was buried deep to his hilt.

He paused for only a second, taking in her shocked and wide eyes. They glistened in their golden-brown color as they watched him. He could see the surprise, the panic at what she was allowing, and before she had a chance to regain her composure and control, he pulled swiftly from her body and thrust back into her tight sheath hard to her depths as she cried out again. His knees were braced on the hard, cold floor, and his bones ground into the unyielding surface painfully, but he ignored it.

When he started pushing and pulling, the pistoning movement gaining speed and power as he pumped into her body, she clutched at his waist. He had only managed to get his pants slightly past his buttocks, and they’d been abandoned the moment his cock finally entered her body, but as he moved against her body, she pushed them down farther along his thighs, and then moved her hands to grip the cheeks of his bottom as she pulled him against her body.

He knew he was being rough; he was pounding against her, bracing a hand on the wall behind her head while the other held her knee pushed out to her side. But she was writhing under his body, and the heady scent of her arousal was coupled with only the slightest tinge of blood. She was moaning, clutching and gripping at him as he sank deep over and over again. He didn’t want to be the overzealous man who couldn’t control his cock, but frankly, he couldn’t control his cock at the moment. He’d stifled his desire for her for too long, and it was pouring out of him in a harsh, pounding fuck.

When her nails dug into his lower back as her orgasm overcame her body, it sent splinters of pain radiating up his spine. Her nails were digging in deep and desperate as she came, and her tight sheath was clenching around him as he pumped hard into her body. When she cried out his name, it was all over for him, and he let loose a deep growl as he released himself in surges inside her body. She was gasping and clawing into his back as her orgasm faded, and he watched her face as his own release worked through his body in shuddering waves of ecstasy. When his body finally stilled, he trained his focus on her, but her gaze shifted to a place over his shoulder. She tried to look back at him, but her eyes shifted again. She was nervous.

They were still partially clothed, and he watched the small indentation at the base of her neck perfectly framed by the V of her shirt. He could hear the blood whooshing through her veins as her heart rate slowed, and the scent of her fear filled the space between them as much as her lingering arousal did.

When he leaned to her chest, pulled her shirt down to expose her breast, and latched on to the tight pink nipple, she sucked in a gasping breath. Her back was arched to his mouth as his cock stayed buried in her body still hard and rigid. But within moments, she was pulling away, twisting away from his mouth and trying to sit up. When he slipped from her body as she pulled herself up, she groaned quietly before pushing away from him and standing.

She was hastily grabbing at her clothes as he watched her. He pulled his shirt off and finished stripping out of his pants while she tried to dress. She was fumbling and nearly tripped when she tried to step into her slacks. He stood naked in front of her as she fumbled with her clothes. She was trying not look at his body, but his arousal was still hard and rigid in long-overdue need. “Where are you going?”

“I have to … I have to go.”

“Not yet. I want more.” He was eyeing her, stroking his glistening cock still covered in her cum, and she was trembling in nervousness. She was not being very Brit at all, and he almost wanted to give her the strength she needed to be the bitch that made her feel safe and secure in the world.

When he reached out and undid the button of the pants she’d only just managed to get refastened, she pulled away for a moment, but then her fists clenched at her side, and she exhaled a deep sigh. He was winning. “I really have to go. This was a mistake.” He pushed his hand down under the waist of her pants and underwear without lowering the zipper as he pushed her up against the wall again. The pants were tight against his hand, but he managed to get his fingers between her pussy lips and deep into her body without her pulling away.

He thought for a moment she might push him away, but she never ceased to surprise him. Her hands moved to his biceps, and her head dropped to his chest as she whimpered and gave up. He leaned down to her neck and spoke quietly against her ear. “I promise, I’ll be gentler this time.” His heart was lurching and racing as much at her softening demeanor and intimate touch as his reinvigorated want. He used his free hand to lower the zipper and give his hand more room to maneuver, and then he pushed his hand up under her shirt to her breast. He groped and kneaded the perky roundness of her breast as he kept plunging his other fingers into her pussy.

He had two fingers buried deep inside her body and he worked them slowly in and out. His thrusts slid perfectly into her tightness through the lubrication of his semen, and as he plunged and pulled, she gasped. “We didn’t use protection.” Her voice was quiet.