The Breed: Nora's Choice (15 page)

            “Ayla has
always been a mystery to those who come across her,” Sebastian nodded, “what
she does, or why, are impossible questions to ask.”

            “After
that, things became truly frightening. My men began following her around as
though
she
were the leader of this Embassy and not I. Disappearing for
days with no word to any one where they were going and,” he looked around as if
the very walls were listening in on them, “someone is having me watched. If not
her, then I don’t know who.”

            “I think
you are being a tad irrational Marcus,” he pulled up a chair and sat neatly
inside it, “Ayla is a trouble maker I agree and most certainly an insufferable
gossip, but she is no war strategist.”

            “Which
brings up the question,
who
is she working for?” Marcus sat, placing his
elbows heavily on the table.

            “Now I see
where this is going,” Sebastian couldn’t help but smile at the sneaky
brilliance behind the ruse, “you assumed I hired Ayla to have you killed so I
could take over your Embassy.”

            Marcus
refused to meet his eyes, instead he studiously admired his own clasped hands.
The absolute ego that it would take to make such a grand assumption was
staggering. If he wasn’t so pissed off, he would have laughed.

            “You
haven’t forgotten that it was my family who started the business of building
these Embassies have you? You do know that if I had wanted to run
any
of
them, including the one my brother currently runs, that I had the first rights
to them and could have been running them all along? I chose to run a shelter
instead. Your ego goes too far Marcus,” he barked at him.

            From across
the table Marcus’ skin visibly paled and a bead of sweat gathered on his upper
lip. 

            “So what
finally convinced you of my innocence?” he was barely able to hold back his
cold fury for long enough to speak.

            “Because
she actually succeeded in seducing you, you actually slept with her,” he spread
his hands as if to shrug, “in a sick way, your lack of control towards her
proved to me everything I needed to know.”

            His hands
shook with rage, so he clasped them together to keep from lunging forward and
strangling him. First he accuses him of the highest form of treason in the Breed,
then
he begs for his help. No one else on earth had this much ego.

            “And now,”
Sebastian nearly laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation they were in,
“you want my help.”

            “I have
nowhere else to turn to but you and your brother,” Marcus’ eyes were pleading
with him, “whatever malice she has brought into this Embassy, surely it has
spread to the others. Only you and Casstiel would be vigilant enough to keep it
out… your Embassy must be the only one that’s safe.”

            “You mean
if we’re not the cause of it all?” he smashed his fist on the table startling
Marcus.

            “You are a
logical man,” he fired back, angered by his own fearful reaction, “if anyone
can understand why they were suspected, surely you can. You’re one of the most
powerful men in the Breed and you show up on my door step with no explanation
what so ever in the midst of all this that’s been going on? It’s obvious I
would suspect you, anyone would!”

This response did
nothing to soothe the anger festering in his belly, but he had to let it go,
anger did nothing for him except cloud his judgment.

Were
the Nine and Ayla truly attempting to kill Marcus? Perhaps they intended to
have one of their own take over the position?

            Every twist
and turn in the entire tangled plot led back to one person: Ayla.

 If
he had to lock her in a prison cell for the next one hundred damn years, he was
going to figure out just what in the hell she was really up to.

            “I will
help you,” Sebastian replied, already re-calculating the chess moves in his
mind.

~

            For the
first time, Quinn damn near hated his own team. The wings had exploded into the
over time round, hungry for a victory against the Rangers.

            As they
took possession of the puck he flinched and nearly booed with the rest of the
New York fans.

            His cock
still throbbing painfully in his jeans was a constant reminder that his team
had
to lose.

            Next to him
Nora sat quiet for the first time all match. A smug smile was plastered across
her face, almost as if she thought leaving the physical future of their
relationship up to the fates was a real riot.

            “Hey,” she
said coyly, looking at him out of the corner of her eye, “what are you planning
on doing to me if my team wins?”

            His
erection strained to be released from his jeans, and he was barely keeping control
of himself. The siren was at it again.

            “Tell me,”
she reached over and rubbed the heel of her palm across his cock.

            “Firstly,
I’m going to shred that jersey right off of your body. Originally, I had
planned to take things slow and gently with you, but
now
,” he growled,
his eyes burning into hers, “now I’m going to give you the beast.”

            Her eyes
widened with excitement and she licked her lips.

            “I’m going
to peel those tight little jeans off of your curvy hips, spread you wide, and
devour your taste,” he lowered his voice to a husky purr, “even if I have to
hold you down while you wiggle and try to pretend you’re not loving my tongue
worshipping that perfect clit of yours.”

            She
squirmed in her seat and he could feel her lust building, pulsing all around
them.

            There was
no denying that she wanted this as much as he did.

            “Let’s just
go,” he grabbed her hand suddenly.

            “What about
the bet?” a twinge of anxiety colored her eyes and he knew she was debating on
whether or not she could go through with this, whether she could back up all
her big talk.

            “To hell
with the bet. You want me to come home with you, there’s no denying it Nora, I
can feel your emotions, and it’s more than obvious how badly I want you,”
pulling her hand he molded it around his thick erection.

            He could
see how torn she was, knew that she hadn’t had feelings for a man in over a
century, but he also knew this was the right decision for both of them.

            “Nora, it’s
your choice, it’s all up to you, but I’m not going to hurt you; you’re not
afraid of me, and this
is
what we both want,” his dark green eyes
pleaded with her, “Come on girl.”

            Everything
he had been fantasizing about since the moment he first laid eyes on her,
rested in her beautiful little hands.

            “Screw it.
Let’s get out of here!” she hopped out of her seat and bounded up the steps
with him hot on her heels.

            As they
raced towards the top of the stadium the crowd exploded into roars, letting
them know a goal was about to be made, but neither of them even bothered to
turn around and check.

            The drive
back to the Embassy was filled with a nervous excitement that Nora had never
felt before.

            They had
raced to his jeep, laughing hysterically with their own jitters. Once they hit
the freeway Nora rolled down the window and flung her hand out of it, letting
her fingers and hair float on the breeze.

            This was
what freedom truly felt like.

She
had made the decision to do something and now she wasn’t going to let anything
stop her from accomplishing it.

Simple
and beautiful.

            He was so
much faster than her, that he ended up towing her through the Embassy’s parking
garage. Her high heeled boots clicking loudly on the floor of the lobby as they
ran through cackling like fools. 

People
stopped to stare at them, but they didn’t care. They were electric and alive
and nothing could dampen the feeling.

            They slid
into the elevator just as the doors were closing. Nora punched her floor number
in and he was on her; kissing the back of her neck, and running his hands up
her sides.

            She let out
a moan and braced her hands in front of her to support his weight as he leaned
heavily on her, sliding his hands under her jersey.

            Someone
cleared their throat loudly behind them, and they froze instantly.

            “Didn’t
mean to ruin the moment,” Kain’s voice wafted over from the opposite corner of
the elevator, “just thought it would be rude if I didn’t let you know I was
watching. Go ahead and finish though, I was enjoying myself, and clearly so
were you since you didn’t even notice a person standing two feet away from
you.”

            The three
of them burst into laughter so hard they doubled over.

            As the
doors slid open, Nora fisted Quinn’s jersey in both hands and shoved him out of
the elevator, giving Kain a last playful wink before they disappeared.

            Trying to
open her front door while he pawed at her was nearly impossible. The key kept
slipping in her hand and missing the hole. By the time the door was unlocked,
he had her bra unhooked, and her jeans unbuttoned.

            “Uh uh!”
she smacked his hands away from her breasts as they fell inside the door, then
scurried out of his grasp.

            He laughed
and lunged at her, attempting to grab her around the waist, but she faked left
and slipped past him.

            Walking
backwards she crooked her finger suggestively for him to follow her.

            Turning
around she lifted her arms high over her head, causing her shirt to rise up
exposing her full belly, then sensually she sashayed her way into the bedroom.

            He was hot
on her heels, his hands sliding over her beautifully rounded hips. His breath
on her neck made her shiver as she remembered what he had said;
now I’m
going to give you the beast.

            As soon as
they entered the bedroom he grabbed her elbow and yanked her around to face
him, their bodies now centimeters from touching, his eyes staring deeply into
hers.

            Her breath
was already heaving, her breasts rising and falling heavily with the effort to
keep up with her heart rate.

            Grabbing
the bottom of her jersey, with one clean motion he ripped the fabric straight
up the middle, shredding even her bra in the process and exposing those dark
rose colored nipples he couldn’t get enough of.

            “Take your
pants off, or I’ll do the same thing to them,” he growled at her, his breath
now heaving as heavily as hers was.

            As slowly
as she dared she backed away from him and shimmed the denim off of her body.
First exposing those killer hips of hers, then her thick beautiful thighs, and
finally her smooth tan calves.

            His fingers
were begging to touch her, but he was enjoying the sight of her stripping for
him too much to interrupt the moment.

            He couldn’t
look away from the perfection of her naked body. His eyes devoured the sight so
hungrily, he was sure his gaze was burning her skin.

            She was
sexy as hell and she knew it. She arched her back and worked her hips around
for his view. She loved how heatedly he stared at her and did everything she
could to wind him up even farther.

            She kicked
her jeans away from her naked body, then ran her hands seductively up her bare
belly, stopping to cup and tease her breasts, all the while keeping her eyes
locked on his.

            He couldn’t
take it anymore.

He
tossed her on the bed so hard her curvaceous body bounced when it hit the
mattress and he climbed over her like an animal ready to take its prey.

            All the
signs of mirth they had shared racing their way to her apartment were gone.
Hungrily they stared into each other’s eyes, each barely daring to breathe. The
moment was so thick, so heavy with fears and excitement and lust, they couldn’t
help but be swept away by it.

            She
swallowed a desperate breath as he lowered himself over her. His lips were firm
and hot as they slanted over hers. His hands scorched her flesh as they touched
her.

            He wanted
to take things slowly for her, but he couldn’t.  She always raised his passions
to a nearly uncontrollable level; she loved to keep him racing… begging… for
more.

            She scored
her nails down his bare chest and felt him shiver in reaction. He was taking
her mouth so greedily, so thoroughly, her mind was breaking apart in the most
erotic way. All she could think of was the next touch, the next kiss, the next
ounce of pleasure and how to get to it.

            Her body
reacted to his automatically. She was wet for him, her back arching up, her
hips rocking underneath him, her mouth open and gasping to accept his hot
tongue.

            The feeling
of total freedom and complete loss of control was both the most arousing thing
she had ever experienced, and the most terrifying. She was so vulnerable in
this moment, so utterly at the whims of his mercy, that it scared her in a way
she couldn’t ever remember feeling.

            Emotional
vulnerability was a whole new ball game for her. She needed to do something to
feel back in control of things or she wasn’t sure she would be able to go
through with tonight, and she knew exactly the thing that would help her
achieve that state of comfort.

            Using all
of her physical strength she rolled him onto his back, and took her position on
top. He gripped both of her arms, pressing his finger tips into her flesh hard
enough to let her know that he had willingly let her up there, and would easily
roll her back over if he so chose.

            She
couldn’t help but grind her hips on him, her hot wetness sliding across his
abdomen. She pulled away from his lips, and sent her mouth blazing a trail up
his neck. She kissed and licked and gave little bites all the way to his ear
lobe.

            Quinn let
out a groan as she ran her teeth along his ear, then sucked the lobe into her
mouth. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, her hard nipples pressing
into him, making him hotter.

            He wanted
to be inside her
now
, the waiting was an agonizing torture.

            Gripping
her ass firmly between his hands, it took all of his self control not to press
her down on his cock. He didn’t know when the last time she had had a man was,
but he knew for damn sure from the way she struggled to suck him in the
hospital, that she had never had anyone this big before, and if he didn’t want
to hurt her, slow was the only way he could take it.

            The way she
slid her body over his was something he knew he would be addicted to for the
rest of his life. She rolled her hips, and arched her back, and rode across him
in a slow erotic dance he couldn’t have imagined in his greatest fantasies.

            This woman
would be the death of him.

            He pulled
her thighs farther apart, causing her clit to grind against his hard abs, and
the little trail of hair that snaked across his chest. She gasped and looked
down at him, her eyes heavy with lust.

            “Close your
eyes, I’ve got something I want to surprise you with,” she smiled wickedly as
her body shuddered.

            Narrowing
his eyes, he couldn’t help the way that he instinctively held on to her
tighter. She played too many games, and he wasn’t in the mood to come this close,
just for her to snatch everything away from him.

            “I’m not
going anywhere,” she read his thoughts correctly, “I’m giving myself to you
tonight. I’m ready.”

            With that
promise he begrudgingly closed his eyes and felt coldness creep over his chest
where her body had just been.

            He heard
the sounds of her closet door being opened, and a dresser drawer being rifled
through.

           
Please
God let it just be lingerie
… he prayed.

            “Keep them
closed,” she warned coming near him again.

            Lightly she
ran her hands across his abs, then up his chest and arms. A growl left his lips
as his cock jumped on his belly. His siren would tease him until he snapped and
took her hard. What was she up to now?

            With his
eyes still closed he felt her ease her way onto the bed, then the familiar heat
and weight of her body pressed down on him again.

            “Closed,”
she purred, and leaned forward across his body until her breasts brushed
against his face.

            Like
lightning he pulled one hard nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around
it and sucking until she whimpered.

            She pulled
both his arms above his head and arched her back, pushing her breasts into his
mouth. He was so busy worshipping her breasts, he barely heard the metallic
click behind him.

            It was only
when he attempted to put his hands on her body again that he realized his
little siren had just hand cuffed him to her bed.

~

            Ayla.

            Sebastian
narrowed his eyes as the little trollop moved in front of him with no idea he
was following her from the shadows.

            Minutes
after his meeting with Marcus, he had found her going to a private meeting of
her own with the same man who had come to fetch him earlier and was the head of
Marcus’ guard, Sampson.

            Normally he
would have thought they were up to Ayla’s usual activities, but after speaking
with Marcus he couldn’t be sure. Were Ayla and the head of Marcus’ defense team
conspiring to kill him?

            Even if
they were, what exactly did he plan to do about it? He couldn’t out her as an
attempted murderer without breaking up the deal they had struck, and that deal
was the only clear hope that they had of figuring out what the Hunters were
truly up to.

On
the other hand, could he really stand idly by while a good man was killed for
evil politics?

            His head
throbbed with all the variables and possibilities for the situation. One thing
was for certain; Ayla was trying to play far more games than she could ever
possibly keep up with. Everything was going to collapse around her in a bad,
bad way.

            He
positioned himself in the health building, directly across from Sampson’s rooms
and waited impatiently for her to return so he could follow her. No matter
what, he was determined to figure out what she was scheming.

            Forty five
minutes later she was pulling the front door shut behind her, a devious smile
plastered across her lips.

            He was
ready to follow her to her next stop when he felt a small buzz from his pocket.
Pulling his phone out he looked down to find that it was her calling him.

            “Yes?” he
answered, heading in the direction she was walking.

            “We’ve got
to meet,” she sounded giddy, “I’ve finally proven myself to them, I’ve got the
info we bargained for and I’m heading to your apartment.”

            He didn’t
even bother responding to her, just hung up the phone and made a bee line back
to his place.

            So Sampson
was a part of the Nine, possibly the leader. Marcus was right. His own second
in command, and probably countless others at this Embassy were traitors.

            Now,
what
did he do with this information?

            Before he
met Ayla he dialed Casstiel to update him and set him to digging through
Sampson’s entire life. If he was connected to the Nine, then odds were so were
all his closest associates.