Page 68 of Immortal By Morning
“It is definitely something special,” he told her solemnly. “Aside from ensuring fidelity, I suspect it also allows for quick bonding between mates.”
“Quick bonding, huh?” Abril smiled faintly and then paused and seemed to consider that, before saying, “Yeah maybe. I mean, I would definitely say it’s addictive. My body is already humming and wanting more.”
Crispin was immediately seated upright beside her, hope on his face. “Does that mean you would like for me to make love to you again?” he asked, careful not to touch her anywhere, in an effort not to sway her decision. Which he knew he should’ve done the first time, but he hadn’t intended to make love to her then. He had merely kissed her to stop her anxious rambling and had intended on then talking to her and soothing her worries about his age. He should’ve known better. He had heard about the ferocity of the passion between life mates. He had also already experienced it in the laundry room and the pool and the living room. He definitely should’ve known better.
Abril distracted him from his fretting by shifting to straddle him.
The second time Abril woke up, she was on her back and Crispin was lying on his side next to her, toying with the nipple closest to him. She didn’t know how long he had been doing that, but her nipple was already hard and her body was writhing with mounting excitement.
She immediately reached for his head, pulling him down to kiss her. As their tongues began to tangle, Abril reached for his cock and began to caress him. When Crispin caught her hand and tried to pull it away, she resisted and used his distraction to push himover onto his back, then slid down his body to take him into her mouth.
Abril had never been overly fond of giving blow jobs. It wasn’t that she minded, but it gave her no pleasure, so it was purely an act meant to give pleasure to her partner. But with Crispin, it was an entirely different experience. She felt every surge of pleasure that ran through him as if it was her own, and aside from enjoying them, they were somewhat educational. She quickly realized which pressures, speeds, and moves gave him the most sensual gratification, because it did the same for her.
Sadly, rather than use that to prolong the experience, she found herself doing exactly what felt best... which led to a very quick, explosive end.
The next time Abril woke up it was to find Crispin’s face buried between her thighs, returning the favor. She knew he must be experiencing the same excitement she had while performing fellatio on him, because he was far too good at it not to be getting cues from their shared pleasure. Unfortunately, that again led to a very fast ending. On the bright side, it was mind-blowing.
Crispin was still asleep when Abril next woke up. That was a first, usually he woke up before her. Now she briefly considered how she should wake him. Another blow job? A hand job? Climb on top of him and take him inside of herself? It was while she wasdebating the matter, that she realized that she was extremely thirsty.
Easing away from him, she slid to the end of the bed and the corner nearest to her desk. She wasn’t sure when, but Crispin had obviously moved the tray to the desk at some point while she was unconscious. Probably after the first time he’d made love to her, Abril thought. She didn’t remember seeing it after that.
Now she eyed the glasses on the tray and grimaced. The ice cubes had melted, and she knew the pops would be warm. She considered opening one of the pops and sipping from it anyway, but her nose wrinkled at the very idea. Giving in to the inevitable, she got out of bed.
Her pajamas were lying in a pool on the floor. She quickly donned them, pulled on her robe, and tied it up as she opened her office door. Abril then immediately froze as she saw the figure moving past her door. It wasn’t one of the Enforcers. In fact, it wasn’t even a man, but a tall, well-built woman dressed all in black.
For one moment, terror had Abril completely unmoving to the point that she wasn’t even breathing for fear of drawing the woman’s attention. But it didn’t matter, something made the intruder turn her head toward her. Knowing the woman could take control of her, Abril instinctively screamed and slammed the door closed between them.
Twenty-Eight
“What is it? What happened?” Crispin was awake at once, and sitting up even as she scrambled over the bed to put it between herself and the door she’d just slammed shut.
Seeing her panic, his head swiveled toward the door and he was immediately out of bed. Honestly, the speed with which he moved was more than a little shocking. One moment he was sitting up in the bed, and the next he was at the door, pulling it open.
What followed was mass confusion and chaos. At first, Abril thought the intruder had tackled Crispin and was rushing him toward the bed. But when the back of his legs hit the bedside and he tumbled onto the mattress, it wasn’t just the intruder who crashed down on top of him, but the intruder, Cassius, Decker, and Bricker. The five of them ended up in a pile on the bed, with Crispin at the bottom.
Abril stared wide-eyed as the quintet began to tussle, and then movement drew her gaze to the doorway. Lucian and Anders were standing there, simply watching with interested expressions. Roberts stood behind them, but at least he looked concerned.
The battle being four to one, it was a short scuffle before the men had subdued the woman and dragged her off Crispin on the bed.
“Take her to the kitchen,” Lucian ordered. “We will question her there.”
He then waited for the woman to be escorted out of the room by her captors, before glancing to Crispin and ordering, “Put on some pants before you come out to the kitchen. I have no interest in staring at your butt quack.”
Crispin was left gaping when the door closed. For one moment, Abril wasn’t sure why he appeared so shocked, but then he turned to her and said, “I do believe Uncle Lucian just made a joke.”
Abril simply offered a weak smile. She suspected that was something unusual when it came to his uncle, but was more concerned with the intruder and any explanations she had to give. With that thought in mind, she quickly bent to pick up his slacks and shirt from the floor and walked around the bed to hand them to him before slipping out of the room and leaving him to dress. It seemed like the smarter move. If she’d stayed around his naked body much longer, they might not have left the room at all.
The men had the intruder seated on one of the island chairs when Abril came out. Much to her surprise, the woman wasn’t tied up or anything. But then she supposed it wasn’t necessary. Decker and Bricker stoodon either side of her, and Lucian was seated with his own chair facing hers. The other men were ranged around the room on all sides. There was really no chance she would escape.
Abril had barely had that thought when she became aware that the room was utterly silent. A curious glance around showed her that the men were presently giving the attractive female intruder that strange, concentrated stare that they had used on her so often. The one she absolutely detested and now knew was probably the men reading her—and now the intruder’s—mind.
Abril didn’t comment, but looked the woman over. She’d only got a quick glimpse of her before slamming the door closed and scrambling across the bed to get as far away from it as she could. Now she peered at her, a small frown forming on her face as she took in her dark hair pulled tightly back into a bun, and her sharp, yet beautiful features. It was hard to believe she’d mistaken her for a man the night she’d been attacked in her bedroom, but then it had been dark, and the woman had been all in black. She was also rather tall and strong for a woman. She’d obviously had her hair pulled back then too, which she’d thought was just short hair. Abril supposed she could be forgiven the mistake.
Like the men, the intruder looked no more than twenty-five or so, possibly thirty. But this house had been built about twenty-five years ago and this woman, if she was Mrs. Foley, had been a married woman with a child then. She had to be at least forty-five now. Probably more like fifty years old. Maybe even more. Those nanos were something else, she thought, and then her eyes narrowed.
“You were with Kim,” she said slowly as she recognized her. “I saw the two of you outside talking to the construction crew the day the excavator broke down. I went out intending to talk to you both, but you were already at the end of the driveway by the time I grabbed my coat and got outside.” Abril thought the woman had also been the figure she’d seen with Kim on her night walk with Lilith, but couldn’t be positive, and now asked uncertainly, “Are you and Kim friends?”
The woman merely snorted at the suggestion.
