Immortal Distraction (33 page)
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Authors: Elizabeth Finn
Tags: #Romance, #Contemporary, #Paranormal, #Vampires
What he didn’t imagine was Brit’s next move. The second Driscoll uncuffed one hand, Angus watched in amazement as Brit’s hand moved to her ankle, grabbed a knife holstered to the inside of her leg, and she pounced from the floor like an animal. Turning midjump, she swung the knife with the same incredible precision he’d witnessed with the gun in the alley, thrusting it in the front of Driscoll’s throat just below the chin. The angle was upward into his brain stem, and the moment it was fully impaled, Driscoll’s eyes bulged, his mouth dropped open to rest on the handle of the blade, and Brit landed softly on her feet, staring at her prey.
In Angus’ shock, his brain barely kicked in in time to see Langford lunge for her. But he closed that space in an instant, catching him from behind and sinking his teeth into the man’s neck. He tore the side of the Langford’s neck clean out, releasing him as he dropped to his knees. He couldn’t survive it, but it didn’t stop Angus from grabbing his head, twisting and severing it from his body.
Brit was watching Angus, stunned as Driscoll stood frozen in front of her with the long, slender blade through his neck. Driscoll’s body was struggling to function with his brain stem impaled, and as Brit’s focus returned to Driscoll, Angus saw her lips pull back in a snarl before the heal of her palm struck like a viper to his nose, snapping his head back and severing his spinal column and brain stem from his body. Driscoll fell backward to the floor. He was dead.
Brit sank to the ground, staring at Driscoll’s lifeless body. Her shoulders started hitching as she started to cry, and Angus ran to her side, crouching beside her on the ground. He was overwhelmed with pride for his partner, but worried beyond words at her state. He could smell her adrenaline dissipating, but he could also smell her blood. Her left arm hung limply at her side, and her head was down as she wept.
When he touched her arm, she flinched, and for the first time, she turned to him and saw him there beside her. Her sobs overcame her body, and she moved toward him as he sat down beside her. She couldn’t use her left arm, and he helped her to crawl into his lap as he wrapped his arms around her. All he could do was shush her as she buried her head against his chest.
“Is he dead?” Her voice was quiet.
“Yeah, sweetie. He’s gone. You’re okay.” Her body was trembling, and as Truman and Aaron approached, she looked up to them both.
“Nice work, Detective Bad Ass.” Truman was giving her a subtle, warm smile. She sniffed and offered a weak one of her own.
“You guys can go. I’ll take care of things here.” It was Aaron, and as Brit looked up to him, he smiled at her. “Hi, Brit. It’s good to meet you. I’m Aaron. That was quite impressive.” She nodded before she dropped her cheek back to Angus’ chest.
“We need to get you to Bremmer, love.” She nodded and Angus stood with her in his arms.
The ride back to the council building was quiet. He sat in the back seat with Brit curled up against him. When she spoke, it was so soft even he couldn’t hear and had to ask her to repeat herself. And as he leaned his head down to her mouth, she did. “I love you, and I’m sorry I put myself in danger.” He pulled back, looking at her beautiful tawny-brown eyes.
“I love you too, and don’t worry. I’m already thinking about the most exquisite ways you can make it up to me.” He kissed her forehead as her eyes sank closed. His eyes teared and one tear broke free, slipping down his cheek.
Chapter 27
When she woke she was in bed. Her body felt remarkably comfortable given the excruciating pain she’d been in the last time she was conscious. Her shoulder was stabilized to anchor her arm in place with an ACE bandage across her chest, under her opposite arm, and around her back. But even that pain was dull and distant. She could tell her body was healing, and a wave of relief passed over her. The pain had far surpassed any she’d experienced before.
Angus entered with Dr. Bremmer moments later. “I thought I heard you waking up.” He climbed onto the bed beside her, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “How do you feel?”
“Better.”
“I removed the bullet while you were passed out, and you’ll feel better by tomorrow night. You need rest, and you need to feed, but you’re going to be fine.” Dr. Bremmer smiled at her warmly as he spoke, and Angus stroked her hair back from her face. She couldn’t stop looking to Angus as he stroked her skin. He loved her. It was a shocking revelation in many ways, and yet, it was everything she wanted. A peace she hadn’t thought possible settled over her as the men spoke.
When Dr. Bremmer left, it was early morning, and the dawn sun was just starting to rise. Angus pulled all the drapes before undressing as she watched. When he caught her staring, he smirked. “Not a chance, love.” And then muttering, “Not that I don’t want to. Making love is so life affirming for us after all.” He smirked again, and she smiled. Angus climbed to the bed beside her, looking down at her eyes. “Don’t suppose you could stay out of trouble for a while now, do you? I don’t think vampires can have heart attacks, but I think I just might if you pull a stunt like that again.”
“I promise.” Her comment was met with a warm smile, a kiss, and his arms wrapped snuggly around her. It was exactly what she needed.
He rose up to an elbow before leaning over her, offering her his neck. When her teeth sank in, he grunted quietly for a moment before it turned to a groan. She’d only taken his blood a few times so far, but he appeared to be enjoying it more with every bite, and as his arousal strained against her thigh, her body warmed and thrilled.
But it wasn’t to be one of those delicious nights together. Instead, it was the warm sweet kind that left her curled up in his arms, resting and healing. Every hour brought more comfort to her body and more desire to her loins. She’d thought she was going to lose him. She couldn’t stand the thought of losing him, but the moment she realized how in over her head she was, she was certain of it.
She didn’t imagine ending her day telling the man she loved that she actually loved him or hearing it in return, much less destroying the man responsible for her mother’s death. All in all, a fairly satisfying day … aside from the god-awful pain, fear, certainty of death…
When his lips brushed her temple in the late afternoon hour, it was as he rose to run her bath. She soaked off the grime of the day before, while he changed the bedding that she’d managed to pretty much destroy. And when he joined her, he pulled her into his arms to straddle his body. She fed from him once again, and as she pulled from him, she could see the exhausted signs of his own hunger. When she asked, he shook his head. “I’m fine. I’ll feed soon.”
They rested on the sofa and were joined by Ember and Truman for a while. When Dr. Bremmer stopped by, it was to check on her, and after all three eventually left, she lay her head down on his lap as he read. She enjoyed the peace and quiet with him. It was so normal and precious, and it was her life now.
When he set his book down, it was to slip his hand past the neck of her shirt. She was braless, and as he stroked her nipple, she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. She was ridiculously aroused, and she knew there was no hiding it from him. He stood from her head and walked to the opposite end of the couch to settle at her feet. She put her hands behind her head and watched him as he worked his fingers up the leg of her yoga pants, starting at her ankle. He stroked the skin of her calf, and she kept her eyes trained on his.
“Touch yourself.” His voice was quiet in the silence of their residence. She slipped her hand beneath the waist of her pants, and he watched as the gentle, slow movement of her fingers could be seen under the fabric. When he reached to her hips, wriggling the pants down, she lifted her bottom. He pulled her underwear down with her pants, and watched as she slipped her fingers between the lips of her sex, massaging through the silky wetness that was already covering her fingers.
She was quiet as she massaged her sex, and as she stroked, he stood, dropped his pants to the floor, and sat back down. He leaned to her sex, pausing inches away to meet her gaze. Her fingers stilled, and when he closed the remaining space, he kissed two knuckles of her exposed wet fingers. When he ran his tongue up her middle finger, which was still nestled between the lips of her sex, she exhaled the breath she’d been holding.
He lifted her hand gently from her body, sucking her fingers into his mouth as she continued to watch while swallowing over a lump in her throat. And lacing her wet fingers between his, he held on tight to her as he kissed her pussy. He grazed his lower lip up the parted slit of her sex, letting it catch and drag slowly along her moisture. She gripped his hand tightly as his was holding hers, and when he finally latched his mouth to her sex, her nails dug into the back of his hand painfully.
His tongue tasted and teased every slick inch of her skin. When her hips started to move and writhe against his mouth, she felt his lips pull up in a smile against her skin. She was close. She gripped and released her hold on his hand over and over as she started to lose control. The tremble in her legs and her stomach was pronounced and quite visible. When her body curled toward him, and her guttural cry escaped her lips, he pulled his mouth from her body. She was whimpering, and her eyes were closed tight.
He moved to the floor, pulling her up to sit on the edge and straddle his hips, and she took no coaxing at all to use her hand to guide his cock to her entry as he pushed gently forward and into her vagina. When it was all said and done, they were both on the floor crumpled in a heap, and there was cum dripping from both their bodies.
He spoke on a husky voice that was arousing in and of itself. “I want forever with you.”
She could only nod. She couldn’t imagine anything less than forever.
“Say it.”
“Forever.”
Epilogue
The morning was cool and crisp, and the sun was only barely showing over the city. He kissed her gently as she looked out the window. He was naked and beautiful, just as he’d been when they’d gone to bed only two hours before. All she really wanted to do was jump right back in bed with him, but she couldn’t.
“Be careful.” He murmured the words against her temple as she leaned into his body.
“I will.”
He flopped down on the couch as she prepared to leave, and he smiled at her as she turned to walk from their residence.
When she ran out the building, hollering her good-bye to Jonathan who was just arriving, she was smacked with the smell of life. It was early spring, and while it was still many weeks, if not months, until warm weather would be there to stay for a while, it was something—a sign of the season to come.
She spent the ride reminiscing about her night with Angus. It tended to put her in a good mood, and it was the very best way to deal with early mornings such as this. They’d spent the evening at a play with Truman and Ember and had played cards until early morning. He’d taken her to bed the moment they were alone, and he’d spent the rest of the night enjoying and indulging in her, and letting her do the same with him. She hadn’t been ready to leave him, but days were like that for her. He’d be there when she returned, and she’d long for it the entire time she was away.
When she pulled to the curb, she wasn’t ready to let her memories go, and she sat for a moment. Her car had only just warmed up, and she knew the chill of the early morning was waiting to bite through her clothing the moment the door was open, but as a rap came to her window, she peered out. He was waiting patiently, but with an annoyed expression on his face.
“What’s new, Humphreys?” She spoke as she climbed from the warmth to the cool morning and the rising sun.
“More dead bodies. Whadya think, I gots ya outta bed early for breakfast?” He smirked at her before nudging her shoulder. They walked together to the scene.
“Miss … Miss. This way.” She started shaking her head, but she couldn’t quite get the shit-eating grin from pulling at her lips. They’d never learn.
When she approached the uniform man, she turned quickly to him, smiled a small smile, and spoke while she clapped a rather friendly hand on his chest. “It’s Detective, and yes, I’m a miss. Thank you for noticing.”
Humphreys harrumphed and chuckled beside her all at the same time. It was his new response. The one he’d developed after she agreed to go back to work. It was a decision she and Angus had made together.
It was a difficult decision for her. Angus had suggested it, but she’d had her reservations. In the end, he convinced her there was no harm in trying to function in a human world. And she was glad she’d listened to him. This was her place in the world, and Angus was the forever part of that equation that reassured her it was okay.
They continued on their way to the crime scene, pulling their gloves from their pockets as they went.
Just another day in paradise. Her paradise.
The End
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About Elizabeth Finn
Elizabeth Finn is an Iowa native, where she lives with her husband and son. By day, Elizabeth is a Human Resources Specialist, but by night, she checks her professionalism at the door and immerses herself in the world of writing erotic romance. Look for more to come from Elizabeth Finn.
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