Page 35 of Dark Medicine

Fiona walked toward him, her lean body pressing close to his. Looking up at him, she gently laid her fingers against the rough five o’clock shadow on his cheeks, trailing a long finger along his bottom lip. The reaction was exactly as she hoped, his rigid cock pressed against her pelvis.

Threading her fingers through his hair, she pulled his head closer and let her tongue dance across his lips. A decidedly animal-like groan rumbled in his chest as he pulled Fiona closer. The smell of her perfume, hyacinth and lilac, filled his nostrils, and he inhaled deeply. He gripped her ass cheeks with both hands, pulling her thighs up to wrap around his waist.

Carrying her to the bed, he kissed her neck, her throat, her chin, and finally, took her lips with a passion and ferocity she’d never felt before.

“Wh-what’s happening with us?” she whispered.

“We’re falling in love,” he grinned against her mouth.

“W-we are?” she stuttered.

“We are, Fiona, and you know it. You’ve known it since the moment we first met. I knew it the moment I held your hand on that sidewalk. You’re mine, Fiona Graham, and I’m yours, forever.”

“Forever,” she whispered as he lay atop her on the mattress. “Forever.”

Adam and Fiona stripped their clothes as if they had no time at all, a tangle of legs and arms, lean muscle and hard body. By the time Adam entered Fiona, she was so wet it was dripping between her legs. His cock, hard and throbbing, pumped mercilessly into her, draining every ounce of juice she possessed.

Bucking wildly against him, Fiona begged for more. Harder, faster, deeper. Adam could do nothing but oblige. She possessed his soul and knew that they were joined in every way that mattered. He could feel her heartbeat, her lungs sucking in air, her body’s organs pumping fresh blood to her body parts desperate for fuel.

Wrapping her lean legs around his waist, she lifted her hips once more and felt him hit her very core, the hardness of his cock filling her, stretching her to unimaginable ends. Taking his mouth to drown her cries, he poured his seed into her. His body becoming one with her own, if only for a short time. Looking into her blue eyes, he kissed her sweet lips, his breath hot and heavy.

“You have bewitched me, Fiona Graham.”

“Careful, Adam Thorn. Here in Ireland, those are powerful words,” she said, smiling. He nodded with a small grin and kissed her again.

“Rest. Dinner is in a few hours. Let’s get in a well-deserved nap and then shower.” The words were not completed from his lips when he looked down to see her eyes closed, her breathing soft and even.

Adam smiled to himself and drifted off to sleep, but not before seeing the faces of Fiona’s family, the light and the dark.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Sgt. Uri Bellum let out a sigh of relief when he received word that his wife and daughter were safe in their remote cabin in the mountains of Wyoming. There was no paper trail to lead anyone to believe the cabin was his. Years ago, he purchased the run-down, two-room abode and completely refurbished the entire building. He added a bathroom, modern kitchen, and two bedrooms to accommodate his growing family. Everything paid for in cash, and the deed, title, and land tax under an alias that not even his wife knew.

The cabin was rarely used, and when they did use it, they traveled via back roads and unmarked thoroughfares. To his knowledge, it was still just the secret of him and his wife.

Twenty years before, Uri defected from his motherland, Russia. His father, a Soviet colonel, was hanged for alleged crimes against the state. Crimes fabricated by a jealous colleague to drive his father out of favor with the heads of the military. Uri’s mother died from grief, and he had no option but to leave or suffer the same fate. The Americans were happy to have a young, strong Russian with information about the happenings in his native country.

Uri was more than willing to spill the beans on anything and everything he knew, including documents and journals that his father left behind. The Americans were thrilled with him, and he felt useful and needed for the first time in his life.

In return for their kindness, he joined the Army and became a loyal patriot of the United States of America. When Colonel Weston Moore approached him about a top-secret project, he eagerly raised his hand and accepted the assignment. He wished he could cut that hand off right now.

He wasn’t even sure why he still called him colonel. Forced into retirement, disgraced for his behavior, and taking with him several men who felt loyalty to him. Now, they were all disgraced. Yet they continued to call one another by their military titles. It was simply ridiculous! Men playing at boys’ games.

Moore would be hunting for him at this very moment. No stone left unturned, no door left open or closed. He would be hunting for his wife and daughter. Yet he still sat in the room of his Shannon hotel, wondering what to do next, completely lost and devoid of direction.

The colonel’s ultimate mission was to get the girl. Fiona Graham allegedly possessed an ability that would heal Colonel Moore of his multiple maladies. Somehow, Uri doubted that possibility, but he knew the colonel and his minion maiden would stop at nothing to get the girl.

He and Zurvel, sent to kidnap the girl, were shocked at the abilities of the men surrounding and protecting her. They obviously possessed military background and experience. It didn’t escape Uri’s notice that they all could have been a part of the project, just like the girl.

Maybe that was his way out of this mess. If he could find them, let them know what was happening, why the colonel was after the girl, maybe they would take mercy upon him. It would be his death warrant with the colonel, but perhaps his wife and daughter would survive.

He tried to remember the name of the inn Roman and George sent him. Scanning the phonebook in the room, an actual paper phonebook, he found the location of the inn. Given where he was located, he guessed he could be at the inn by nine p.m. If he survived this, Uri vowed to hide his wife and daughter forever and find a way to leave the colonel’s employment.

First, he would help Fiona Graham, and in the process, sign his own death warrant.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

The table erupted in laughter as Flip told the story of the first time he met Kane. Kane’s face was red with embarrassment, Flip’s huge smile filling the room with light and joy and memories, clearly good memories.

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