Marius (18 page)

“Marius,” she said and gripped his shoulders tightly.

When he switched to the other side, she tried to move faster, but he placed a hand on her hip.

“Please,” she groaned.

He pulled away with a pop and watched as she slid up and down slowly on him.

“I just want to savor this,” he said. “Ride me, baby.”

Rachel leaned forward, so she could look him in the eye as she moved over his hard cock. Each time she came up, she watched his face. She leaned forward and pressed her mouth to his, hungry for his kiss.

She loved the way his hands slipped down to her ass and guided him into her over and over. Each time she tried to speed up, he would grip her hard and stop her just at his head.

Rachel pulled back from his mouth.

“You’re killing me,” she groaned.

Marius chuckled, and she loved the deep sound. Without warning, he pushed up hard into her.

“Like that?” he growled.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned back.

“More,” she said.

With ease, he moved with her on the couch and stood with her. She moaned at the new depth. He slipped his arms under her knees and swung her ass back and then his cock again. It was like she was being swung in mid-air onto him, and she loved it. With no couch to slow him down, Marius slapped hard against her skin, pushing himself deeper and deeper into her wet pussy.

She could feel it coming, the deep shuddering feeling from inside that made her stomach clench. She held on even tighter to Marius and hoped that he would keep up the pace. The faster and deeper he went, the more her orgasm built.

“Fuck, Rachel,” he groaned. “I just want to stay in you all day.”

She shivered and tightened at his words.

“Don’t stop,” she said.

He moved even faster, pushing even harder into her.

Her clit bumped him with each move, and before she could catch it, she was shivering and orgasming harder than she ever had in her whole life. Her muscles tightened around him, and she could feel him jerk inside as he came.

She took in deep breaths as she struggled to regain her composure.

Marius lowered her to the floor. “Bed,” he said simply.

She couldn’t have agreed more.

Not even bothering to straighten herself, she slipped off the nightie and made her way upstairs.

“Don’t you need this?” Marius asked.

Rachel stopped on the stairs and grinned. “I don’t know, do I?”

Marius tossed the nightie over his shoulder.

“Let’s go to bed,” he said, following just a little closer than before.

Rachel laughed and raced up the stairs. Maybe she wasn’t nearly as tired as she thought.

* * *

Marius sat in the living room. He should be tired. After the day he’d had, he should be more than tired, but he just couldn’t seem to get himself to go to sleep. Every time he tried, something else would come up. He just kept thinking over things. The nurse assassin. There was no doubt she was one of Reverend John's people. It was just a matter of how to prove that.

He sighed. That was the next problem. Apollo was so certain about Rachel and the reverend. There was no way. He knew that, but it didn’t seem to matter to some of these men. They were hell bent on making a show of this. No wonder Rachel had become so bitter. She had been right. No matter what she did, they suspected her.

His cell on the table buzzed, and he frowned when he looked at it. Four in the morning. A little early to be making phone calls, but he could see Apollo’s name.

“Yeah,” he said when he answered.

“We need you to print off those pictures we took during the aerial recon,” Apollo said over the phone.

Marius frowned. “And this couldn’t wait until morning?”

“Results are getting in early on the syringe,” he said. “Major Carter was able to expedite that since we had a specific sample. We want to be ready to go, so we need a visual.”

It did make sense. Marius sighed. It wasn’t like he was doing anything at the moment.

“I’ll be there soon,” he said.

“Good,” Apollo said. “I shouldn’t be too long.”

Marius sighed and hung up. It wasn’t really his idea of a good wake-up call, but they did need to get this figured out, so he was happy to help. Marius quickly took the stairs to get dressed. He figured if he was going to have to go in, he could at least be comfortable. He slipped on some exercise clothes and made his way back downstairs. For a brief moment, he debated waking Rachel but decided sleep was the best option for her.

In the back of her head, Rachel heard the click of a door and sighed. Whatever it was didn’t really matter as long as Marius was there. She jumped when the door to her room burst open, and hybrids poured in.

“What the fuck!” she screamed.

Apollo stood in the door, rage etched on his face. “We’ve got you now, Rachel.”

Chapter Fifteen

“I keep telling you, I didn’t send that to tip them off,” Rachel said. She sighed and rubbed her eyes. “I sent the damn email as a threat.”

“I’m sure you did,” Apollo said and crossed his arms across his chest. “And that’s exactly why the van carrying the syringe got attacked last night, right?”

This wasn’t looking good for her. She had nothing to do with any of this, but it didn’t seem to matter to Apollo. She wondered what had happened to him. When she first met him, he'd been so easy-going, yet now he seemed hard and cold.

“I’ve had enough,” she said. “I want to talk to Marius.” For the past hour she’d been waiting for him to come, only for nothing to happen. How could he have just been gone like that after the night they’d shared? She refused to believe that he would think she was a traitor.

Apollo turned from her. “He doesn’t want to see you.”

She frowned. “What do you mean?”

He slammed a hand on the table. “I mean he’s sick of covering for you. You’re bringing him down, and he can’t keep you around anymore.”

Her hands shook, so she held them together. “That’s what he said?” She swallowed and tried to fight back tears.

Apollo glared at her. “Just let it go,” he said. “You can’t hold on to someone who doesn’t want you.”

Something in her broke. All the tears that she’d been holding came racing out. After all they’d shared, it really hadn’t meant anything to him. Once again, she was left holding the pieces, trying to pick up in life. She was a fool to think it'd be different this time.

In the distance, she could hear Apollo talking, but it didn’t seem to matter. Whatever he felt about this whole matter, his feelings on her were clear. It was time for her to go. Everything didn’t much matter.

“Get her out of my sight,” he said to one of the men.

“Where should I put her?” the man asked.

He sighed. “I guess with Rem for now until I talk with Titus.”

“What about Marius?” the man asked. He flinched under the glare of Apollo.

“Just do it.”

* * *

Marius had decided on his course of action. He’d kill him when he found him. He was just going to kill that rotten bastard and get it over with. He stormed through the front office where Jenna sat at her desk. She started to get up and stopped at the look on his face. He didn’t blame her. He’d go the other way at a face like this.

The door to the office slammed open as he charged through. He really didn’t give a shit what was going on. This was top priority.

Apollo stood in front of the desk.

“You miserable son of a bitch,” Marius said and charged at the other hybrid. Before he’d held back, but this time, he was going to use everything he had.

His first blow struck across the other hybrid's face and sent Apollo sprawling to the floor. Marius stood over him. Anger seeped from every pore.

“You’re mad because Hannah didn’t choose you, so you’re out to make the rest of us just as miserable?” he spat out. “You son of a bitch.”

Apollo glared up at him. “This had nothing to do with Hannah.”

“Bullshit,” Marius said. “You’ve been this way since she chose Lucius, and you’re killing the only chance we have of getting her well.” He stepped forward as Apollo stood. “You know Rachel's the only reason she’s alive?”

“We all know about the kidnapping,” Apollo spit out.

Marius kicked the chair next to him. He was so sick of people always acting like she didn’t do anything around there.

“Not the kidnapping,” he said. “Hannah was crashing, and Rachel made another enhancement to help her get through.”

“Against my orders then,” Titus said from behind him.

“Fuck your orders,” Marius said and glared at his leader. “What you want is impossible. She’s here to heal. That’s what she did. You don't give a shit, though.”

Titus stared at him, his eyes narrowed in shock. It was likely the first time he’d heard true defiance from Marius.

“She’s not innocent,” Apollo said. “She’s contacted the reverend.”

Marius froze. “What?”

“We believe she’s working with them. The van carrying the syringe was attacked last night,” Titus said.

Marius shook his head. “She was with me last night.”

“We have the proof,” Titus said.

“And what’s that?” Marius said.

They handed him a piece of paper. Marius read it very carefully.

“We have the syringe.”

Marius frowned. He could hardly see how this was the smoking gun. “It sounds like a threat.”

“Exactly,” Apollo said and sneered at the printout. “That’s why we locked her up.”

“What?” he said. “A threat from her to them, not to us. Let her out now!”

Marius charged forward but was stopped by Titus this time.

“Either way, we need to know,” Titus said. “It’s not going to hurt to know where she stands.”

“Maybe not you, but you aren’t the one locked up,” Marius said. “Considering how much you like to imprison people, I think maybe you need a reminder of our time.”

Titus narrowed his eyes at him. “You threatening me?”

Marius shook his head and stepped back. He could take Apollo, but Titus, well, that would be a tougher fight. “Just making a suggestion. And offering a reminder.”

This wasn’t getting him anywhere. If he wanted to get her out, he was going to have to find another way to do it. He walked to the door and stopped.

“I’ve got the pictures when you’re ready to give me Rachel,” he said and stepped through the door.

“Marius,” Titus called. “Don’t do this. We all need those. I know what you’re feeling, but you need to keep a clear head.”

Marius kept walking and raised his middle finger to both the men. “Suck a dick, asshole. Give me back Rachel.”

* * *

Rachel lay on the cot, thinking for a long time as Rem paced the room. Her tears had long since dried up, and now all that was left was the ache. She knew Rem was just as mad, but there wasn’t much they could do at this moment.

“I don’t buy this,” Rem said. He spun around and stared at her. “None of this. Something just doesn’t sit right.”

Rachel shrugged and sat up. The clothes didn’t quite fit and slipped to the side a bit. She could still smell Marius on the shirt and thought they must have grabbed one of his in the hurry.

“I don’t give a damn what the orders are!”

They turned to stare at the door. She could hear Paige on the other side having it out with the guard. Luckily, the one from this morning had left, and Zeno was on. She only hoped that he would give in.

“I’m not a damn doctor. Now do you want your friends to die? If you do, well, that's your call.”

She couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation through the door, but from the look on Rem’s face, she could tell that it was going in her favor. Rem turned and gave her a big smile just before the door opened.

“I guess you need to make rounds,” Zeno said from the door. She could see Servius watching them closely from the other side and just hoped that he didn’t feel the need to report to Titus. “Let’s go.”

She followed Zeno through the door and into the hall. When the doors closed, she jumped a little.

“She’ll need to change,” Paige said. Her voice didn’t allow for any discussion. She meant business, and they were just going to have to line up.

Zeno looked back to Servius, who shrugged. “She can’t really go around in that.”

Rachel looked down at her clothes and was glad Paige had thought this through.

“You can change in your office,” Zeno said.

She nodded and moved down the hall. When they passed the window to her lab, she came to a halt. Equipment and reagents lay scattered all around the room, along with piles of paper.

“Who was in my lab?” she asked.

He looked away and frowned.

“We didn’t have a choice,” he said. “Titus wanted to know if you had more of the enhancement.”