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“I can’t.” I reached for the phone. “It’s my uncle.”
Lucian slid his cock through my slickness, teasing but not entering. “I’m sure your uncle would understand. He is, after all, a werewolf.”
“Who doesn’t normally ring me. My aunt normally does all the social stuff, so this has to be urgent.” I hit the ANSWER button, but not the vid-screen option. No matter how open werewolves were about sex, I wasn’t inclined to let Rhoan know just what I was up to right now. “Yes?”
“Risa?”
“Yes.” Lucian hadn’t stopped his seduction, so it came out a little more breathless than it should have.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, just busy. What can I do for you?”
Lucian slid fully inside of me and I bit back a gasp of pleasure. He withdrew, then thrust inside again, and then again, his movements becoming faster, more demanding, with every stroke. Pleasure pulsed through me, thick and heavy.
“We need to you to come down to the Directorate,” Rhoan was saying. “We have a major problem.”
“And why is your problem suddenly my problem?”
I have no idea how my voice came out so even. Lucian’s movements had grown fiercer, his grip on my hips harder, and I responded, pushing back against him, wanting all he could give, as fast as he could give it.
Then my orgasm hit, and I bit my lip against the scream, trying to hear what Rhoan was saying as Lucian surged within me, coming with such intensity it felt like he was spearing through my entire body.
“What?” I somehow said.
Rhoan growled low, then said, “Damn it, Risa, pay attention. Our killer has contacted us again. But this time, he doesn’t want to gloat. This time, he’s offering a challenge.”
“Challenge?” I repeated, too lost in the haze of satisfaction to understand.
“Yes,” Rhoan snapped. “He offered the chance to save his next victim.”
“But that’s a good thing, isn’t it?”
“Yes. Except for one thing. He wants you on the case, Ris. And only you.”
Chapter 5
It took me ten minutes to shower and dress, and another five to catch a tram down to Spencer Street, where the inconspicuous green-glass building that housed the Directorate was located. Given it was rush hour, it was quicker and easier than a car.
Pale blue light swept my length as I walked into the foyer. It was the only visible indication of the vast array of scanners installed in this place, and they all had one purpose—to protect those within. Not even a gnat could get into the Directorate without security being aware of it, let alone anyone armed with some form of weapon—be it metal, plastic, or laser. Though there wasn’t any sensor in the world capable of detecting Amaya’s presence.
A different kind of energy shimmered across my skin as I walked toward the security officers. Azriel.
“So nice of you to finally join me.” I didn’t bother to look his way, yet awareness of him hummed through me.
“It would have been awkward had I joined you earlier.” His voice was as even as ever. It was only the anger vibrating through my being that suggested he wasn’t as calm as he appeared.
“Oh, I don’t know,” I said, unable to resist the urge to needle him. “A threesome can be quite fun.”
“I would not know, nor do I have any intention of ever knowing.”
Especially when the third is someone I would rather kill. The thought was soft and vehement, and one I suspected I wasn’t meant to hear.
Which suggested that the link between us was not only getting stronger but beginning to flow both ways. And although it was something I was sure he wouldn’t be happy about, I wasn’t about to complain. Any insight into my reaper’s thoughts—good or bad—was more than welcome, given his general reticence when it came to explanations.
I stopped at the desk and smiled at security. To Azriel, I silently said, Can they see you?
Yes.
