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  “Yes, that’s it. Please, yes.”

  Xander ate her like she was his first meal. His wolf’s touch, the feel of him there, made her come hard. When he pulled back again, she told him to finish her, and all he did was tell her it was his turn.

  “I need to come or I’m going to hurt you. And the way I feel right now, you might not get enough from me if I take you on this couch.” Her mind was fuddled, her heart racing. “Addie, suck my cock.”

  Gladly, her mind screamed at her. Dropping to her knees, she did the same as he’d done—ripped his clothing off his body and took him into her mouth, all in one swift movement.

  Xander cried out, but he didn’t give her what she wanted. His body was hers, she’d told him that before. As she took him deeper into her throat, cupping his hot full balls, she thought of what it would be like to have him inside her, his body filling her in a way that she knew no one else had or ever would again. As he held her head to him, she sent him thoughts of her being eaten, of him fucking her bent over the back of the couch, a chair, anything hard enough to hold her and his taking. And when her mouth filled with him, she swallowed him down so as not to miss a single drop of him.

  They had no need for words now. Xander wasn’t any gentler in his touching her than she was being. Her breasts were bruised by his mouth and hands as he shoved her to the floor. Her back landed on something hard, but she didn’t care. The small device, it looked to be a remote, was tossed across the room when he found it.

  Xander filled her, his cock tearing her apart with not just his size but his length too. Wrapping her ankles around him, she was rewarded with more of him, his cock feeling like it was at the back of her throat, it was so long and thick.

  She bit at his skin, his muscles, anything that she could touch. He did the same, his wolf too when he was freed enough to mark her. And when he threw back his head, his wolf running along his skin as he howled, Addie joined him. With each splash of his cum, she came. It was the best ride she’d had in her life, and he was giving it to her. When he fell atop her, his teeth sinking deeply into her shoulder hard enough to break bones, she did the same to him, marking her mate for all time.

  They dozed off, and when he woke her by crying out again, she thought that she’d hurt him. But the blood smearing over their bodies made her realized that he was being marked yet again, her body as well. As soon as he passed out from pain or the magic that was doing it, she picked him up and took them both to the bedroom she’d slept in alone for the last two nights.

  “What’s happening?” She watched the hieroglyphics as they formed over his body. “Addie, what’s going on?”

  “Your story is being marked on you.” He didn’t know what that meant, but it didn’t matter. He passed out again as his entire life was inked over his legs and arms. Addie read them, each line of his life, each mark that was put upon him. And when the one that created her, the witch, Cate showed herself, Addie asked her why.

  “He is your other half, my lady. And a king in his own right.” Addie didn’t understand and told her that. “All that you inherited, the kingdom as well as the riches, they are yours and his now. You will run the kingdom as you should have long ago.”

  “I told you then that I had no use for a kingdom. I only want to enjoy life.” She asked if she had until now. “It matters little now, does it? You’ve marked him.”

  “Nay, my lady, you have marked him by taking him to your body. You were told this would be your fate, that someday a man would come to you. He would love you like no one else would. Care for you when others would wish you dead. And that someday, you’d have him a child, a daughter, just as the two of you are.” The witch looked at Xander as he stared at her. “You are a good man, Xander Alton Winchester. A better man than I could have hoped for in someone to care for Adaline. The child that you have, sadly, will be the only one sired by you and of her body. But you will have more come into your lives should you wish it. Not all shifters, but some.”

  “What have I become?” Addie started to answer Xander, but he spoke again. “You’ve done something to me. This marking that I now have, you’ve given me magic that I might not want.”

  “You will not only want it, young lord, but you will need it in the coming years. The decades will not be easy for you both, but you will have each other, and that will bring you out on top of it all. And you will have riches, not just in coin and pretties, but riches of friendship, family, and loyalty.” He said that he was rich enough. “Yes, you are. You all are. But you will have a large family, and it will help with their lives as well.”

  Addie crawled into bed with Xander. He held her as the witch—her name was never known to him, but he thought her to be Cate—helped him to understand what was going on. That no one would see the marks on them unless they needed to, and that need would be from anyone that would call out to have help from the new lord and lady of the castle.

  After the witch left, they laid there for a while. The room was dark now, and the moon was streaming through the open curtain as Xander rubbed his fingers up and down her back. It was both soothing and relaxing to have him be with her and to touch her so gently.

  “I don’t usually have such violent sex.” She looked down at him. “I’m sorry if.... You know what? No, I’m not sorry. It was fucking fantastic. And I think you enjoyed it as well.”

  “Yes, I did. But that’s not to say I’d not like gentler sex too.” He pulled her to him for a kiss, one that was more like him, she thought. Gentle and loving. “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

  “You too, love. And I do love you.” The note was still burning in her mind, and she wasn’t sure what to do about it. “You want to tell me what has you suddenly tense? Or I can just ask you about the note you got today.”

  She looked at him. “Who...? Asim told you.” He told her that she’d been worried about it. “Yes, as am I. I don’t know the number. I thought it was a phone number, but now I’m not so sure.”

  “Let me have a look at it. I might see something that you don’t.” She got up and handed the note to him that she’d left in the living room. “I’m not even going to ask you how you did that. I’m assuming that I can do that as well?”

  Nodding, she handed him the note and waited while he looked it over. When he sat up, she did as well and asked him what he’d seen. This was good, she thought, having an extra set of eyes in this.

  “It’s not a phone number but a location. Longitude and latitude. I can look this up in no time. Let me see.” He was dressing himself with magic as he made his way to the closet. Xander turned to look at her as he stood there. Opening and closing his mouth several times, he just left her there on the bed. Following him, dressing as well and laughing at him, she was entering the office he’d been using as Grayson, the man they had hired to cook for them, entered with a tray of food and drinks.

  “I heard the two of you coming down, my lord. I thought you could use something to eat, as you missed dinner.” She thanked him and told him they were fine now. “My lady, your...the creatures are awaiting word from you that they may eat what I have set out for them. Red meat mostly, with a bit of chicken for flavor.”

  “I’ll let them know that they may eat, Grayson. Thank you for thinking of them.” He hesitated again, and she sat down. “What is it? Something I can help you with?”

  “Yes, my lady. Young Penny needs someone to sign a permission slip for her to be allowed to go on an outing at school. I have assured her that either of your signatures would be fine, but she worries so, with her mother coming out this afternoon.”

  “I’ll take care of it for her. And when she wakes, let me know. I’ll have a talk with her. I don’t blame her for being a little unsure. I am as well.” Xander said that he had it, and asked Grayson to have his parents come to the house. He told him the time. “Oh, well, when it’s a little later, or earlier, however you want to think about it, that’ll be fine with me.”

  She sat with Xander when G
rayson left to get the permission slip. “So, where is this place? Am I going to be upset when you tell me?” He said he didn’t honestly know. “Where are we going then?”

  “Washington DC. Do you know anyone there? I mean, besides your office and the Feds, who are trying to kill you off. Why would someone send you this without any kind of information?” She had a sudden thought. “Who? Someone that could be in trouble?”

  “Yes. Her name is Jamie Riddell. She and I were agents. However, she was the computer one, I was the hit man. Her intel would get me close enough to whoever and I’d take them out. Without her help, Bug and I would have been going in blind to most situations.” She asked him where this location was. “It might be her dad. He’s the leap leader of the tigers there. But I’m not sure why she’d send this and not just tell me to come and get her.”

  “I don’t know either. But I have to be here today. I could reschedule, but I don’t think that would be fair to Penny. Do you need to go now?” She nodded. “I wish you had a better answer, love.”

  “I have to figure this out. If you were free or even better with your magic, then I’d say reschedule. But if this is Jamie, or her father, then they need me now.” He told her to go now then. “Are you sure? I hate to leave you after we’re just getting to know each other.”

  “You go. Now. Because the sooner that you get there and fix this, the sooner you can return. Just promise me that you’ll be safe. I can’t stand the thought of losing you to someone.” Addie promised him that she’d be all right. “I know you will. But that doesn’t mean that I won’t worry. Perhaps I can get Charles to come here and see about writing the second book. Christ. I sold the book to be made into a movie.” He looked up at the ceiling and then at her. “I think the check they gave me is toast.”

  “I’ll fix it for you.” She was still laughing when she disappeared after giving him a kiss. “Behave while I’m away. And think of ways to be romantic. I might need it when I get back. And you can call me through our link but not on the phone—not that I have one, but you can contact me. All of you can.”

  She hoped that everything was all right and that Jamie and her father just wanted her to visit. But she knew better. Even though Jamie had been on vacation while this all went down, there were people around that wanted her dead and would stop at nothing to get her. For whatever reason.

  Instead of going right to the location, she made herself small again and went to the place quietly. As soon as she entered the large storage area, she was sure she wasn’t going to be able to come back right away. There were lions and tigers everywhere she looked, and none of them looked to be friendly.

  ~*~

  Lyman Finch didn’t like the way things were going. First of all, what the fuck did the president have to do with any of this? Of course, he did report to him, or was supposed to, but how did he get to the offices so quickly? And why was he there just when he was going to plant something on Riddell?

  “You do know that this puts a damper on things for us, don’t you? I mean, if she knows anything, we’re not going to be able to get it from her with her under the watchful eye of the president.” Lyman wanted to slap the piss out of his brother and partner, Leo. “All you had to do was kill one woman. One, Lyman, and now we’re being watched. How the hell do you manage to fuck things up all the time?”

  He’d not wanted Leo as a partner. He didn’t even want him as a brother. Long ago, Leo had been crippled, and since then he’d been playing it up to the point where Lyman wished him dead. Not aloud, but he would go to bed at night wondering why the gods would not have taken him out of the picture instead of letting him torment him.

  “I don’t fuck things up all the time. I have trouble with executing everything that we’re doing while you sit there and be yourself. Besides, I still don’t understand why I have to be the one to do this. Why don’t you hire someone to kill her off? I mean, I have my reasons for wanting her dead as well, but fuck this shit.” The wheelchair that his brother Leo was in whined when he moved. He hated that sound more than he did his brother’s voice. The thing had cost more than his car did, so he was sure that Leo had put the whine in it to get on his last fucking nerve. “Don’t come any closer. I told you that you smell. Don’t you have someone that can bath that stench off you?”

  The wooden spoon hit him right between the eyes. Lyman saw stars for a moment, and when he felt the sting of it a second, then a third time, he grabbed out for it and knocked his brother onto the floor and out of his wheelchair. Lyman went flying off his own chair because of it.

  Fuck this shit, he thought as he pounced on Leo and tried to pull him to where he could get a better grip on his throat. But the belt that was forever in his father’s hand hit him twice before he was able to get out of the way of it. Fucking bastards, both of them.

  “What have I told you over and over about beating your brother? He’s in a wheelchair, Lyman. Not some kind of punching bag for when you feel down in the dumps.” He pointed out that he’d hit him first. “And how do you think he did that? And why must I point out to you, daily—heck fire, hourly—that he’s in a wheelchair? You should be cutting him some slack.”

  “Father, he’s not as saintly as you seem to think he is.” Father; he wasn’t Dad. they’d stopped calling him that when they were children. “Father, why do you always assume that he’s this nice person? Can you see the bump on my head where he hit me? Besides, I have to go to work tomorrow and explain to them why I’m hurt.”

  “Yes, well, I’m sure that you’ll come up with a good lie. You seemed to have a lot of practice at it.” He was a grown man, and his father was treating him like he was a four-year-old. “Lyman, what is this I read about you being investigated in the murder of a man by the name of Boone? Isn’t he that fellow that killed all those people some time back? I thought you and your brother were working on something about a woman. Like I told you to do.”

  “Yes. Where did you read that?” Father held up the newspaper rag that was at the end of every grocery store in the world. “None of that is true. I’ve also told you that nearly all of it is made up and the rest is just lies. As for the woman, yes, that’s what pissed...ticked off Leo. Why am I doing this, Father? Why not hire someone to go out and kill that woman? I’ve done the others for you.”

  “So you’ve said to me. But how do you explain that they got your name in here? It’s not as if you’re all that important to anyone.” He pointed out that he was in the FBI. “Yes, so you say. But I have yet to see you on that program. What’s the name of that program you and I watch, Leo?”

  “FBI Files. It’s really good show. And they solve these closed cases all the time. And Father is right, you’ve never been on there. But then, I guess that’s all lies too. Right, Agent Lyman?” He could have gladly pulled out his gun and shot the both of them in the head and felt better about life in general. “Let me guess. They don’t allow you on there in case someone sees you out and about. They might maul you for your signature. I’m betting the only mauling you get is from some woman that you tried to fuck and disappointed.”

  “It’s autograph, you moronic fuck, and I don’t ever disappoint women.” He did, but they didn’t have to know that. Now it was getting so bad for him that he had to pay for sex. And he hated the way they made him feel, too. “Those are actors, in the event you missed that when they start talking. And while not all of that is lies, they do enhance things to make it more dramatic. Like the pause in the cut away. Surely you don’t believe all of that crap, do you?”

  Apparently, they did. Lyman had no idea if they were true or not, but he wasn’t going to allow his brother to win this argument. It was bad enough that all they did was sit around thinking up ways to humiliate him. But to make fun of his sex life was going too far. That was why he wanted to do this job for his father. Something about her killing his best friend or something. He was never clear on why his father had asked him to do something about her.

  Lyman had been so happy that his f
ather had wanted a favor of him, he never thought to question why. Or for that matter, what he had to do. To do a favor for the one man that had respected him less than Lyman did his brother was special. Until he figured out what it was.

  He thought about the contract that he’d ordered for Addie to sign off on, the one that wasn’t real but a fake one to have her kill someone. For some reason he’d been slightly bothered by the fact that it was perfect. Every sentence had been the same on a real contract taken out, the one that would have her killed. Each line was the same length, and even where the seal had gone, it was there too. Identical in all ways. He didn’t know why that bothered him, but it did. Forging the contract that had her working for some left-wing party had been a brilliant idea. She’d gotten a copy of it when asked and he had his. But he’d found all the copies, save one, and he wondered now where it had gone.

  Lyman had taken care that all the copies were gone, destroyed, and that the people that had been in the room were dead as well. But he knew, just fucking knew, that that woman, Riddell, knew something he didn’t.

  Going to his room, he sat on his lumpy bed and thought about it. But he was distracted by the spring pinching him in the ass. Again. Why he’d moved in here was beyond him. Lyman wanted his own home, a new bed, new everything. But there had been trouble abounding when he’d been graduating, and that had followed him into the real world. Even now, people would bring it up.

  He’d had to move back home right after graduating from the FBI academy because of a woman. There had been trouble with this woman trying to claim that he’d done something to her and tried to cover it up. He’d not done anything like that, not alone anyway. Smiling to himself, he thought about how hard he’d fought to be found innocent. No one, not any, would believe him, but there wasn’t any proof. And since they couldn’t prove it, he got to graduate. But they had kept their eye on him since he’d been in the department. In actuality, what had gone down should have been a death warrant to his ability to be an agent.