The Breed: Nora's Choice (12 page)

            “Is there
anything else I can get you tonight?” their waiter asked, coming around to
check on them.

            “Actually
I’d like some dessert, Nora you want anything?” he smiled as he felt her entire
body tense, her thighs squeezed around his hand in an attempt to stop him.

            It only
made him work her body harder.

            “I… ahh…
nn….” Her eye twitched and her bottom lip trembled as she tried to get a hold
of herself.

            “Why don’t
you just give her the same thing I’m getting,” he casually dismissed the waiter
and met her angry bewildered stare.

            Instead of
arguing, he plunged two fingers deeply inside of her, causing her to throw her
head back and bite her lips to keep from screaming out.

            “You’re so
wet,” he whispered in her ear, “tell me you want me to keep going.”

            What he
really wanted was to hear her beg for it, but he would take what he could get
at this point.

            Her head
snapped in his direction, her eyes piercing.

            “No,” she
gasped through chattering teeth.

            He chuckled
lowly, of course his little siren wouldn’t give in to him that easily. Time to
make her sweat for it.

            His fingers
worked quickly, stroking and petting her moist body until her knees lifted up,
crushing his hand and her toes curled in her shoes. He built up the sensation
for her, moving faster, until he was sure she was ready to snap their table in
half.

            At the last
possible second, just as her eyes had begun to flutter shut and her legs
spasmed uncontrollably, he stopped.

            All the air
left her lungs and she did a double take at him.

            “You said
you didn’t want me to keep going,” he shrugged.

            “You can’t…
you can’t just stop,” she motioned helplessly.

            “Then tell
me you want me,” his eyes pierced into hers.

            “No,” she
growled stubbornly, “I…. I’ll go on a date with you. Anywhere you pick.”

            “Anywhere
and anything is better than just admitting that you want me?” he chuckled to
himself. His girl was out of her damn mind.

            “Finish
what you started,” her eyes visibly darkened.

            “Then lean
back and put your leg over mine,” he instructed, his voice thick with lust. If
they weren’t in full view of at least fifty people it wouldn’t be his hand he
was sliding between her thighs. He was hard and desperate for her body, but he
kept tight control over himself.

            With her
angled back and her thighs spread wide under the table he was able to wrap his
arm around her waist and go deeper, this time pressing two fingers into her wet
sex while his thumb circled her clit.

            She
whimpered while biting her bottom lip, her finger nails this time digging into
his thigh muscles as if to keep him from stopping again.

            He surveyed
the restaurant to make sure no one noticed anything.

            “Next
time,” he leaned in and brushed his lips along her neck, “I’m going to taste
you.”

            A strangled
moan left her lips and she squeezed her eyes shut.

            Quinn’s
eyes darted through the room again. This time one of the elderly business men
gave him a wink and a small nod as he collected his coat to leave.

            Nora was
ravenous, her curvy body writhing, her gasps and moans barely controlled
through bitten lips and clenched hands, she wouldn’t last much longer.

            “I need you
to say it Nora, say that you want me to finish this, tell me you want to come
by my hand,” he demanded.

            He didn’t
need her to say it for his sake, he already saw the truth plain as day. She
needed to hear herself say it, needed to hear the honesty in her own voice.

            She shook
her head defiantly, as always refusing to give him an inch.

            “Then I’ll
stop again,” his voice was clam, it wasn’t a threat, just a choice given to
her, “this time for good.”

            “Bastard,”
she raged, giving him a look of pure evil, as her fingernails dug in painfully.

            “It’s up to
you, it’s your choice Nora,” he silently held his breath as he waited for her
to make up her mind.

He
needed this break in her armor.

Her
hands ran over her face then covered her mouth trying to keep everything in.

“Come
on girl, tell me what I want to hear,” he growled as he pounded his fingers
into her.

Sweat
glistened across her brow, and he could almost literally see the wheels turning
in her mind.

“Give
it to me,” her voice was a tight whisper, “I want you to make me cum.”

He
groaned loudly, nothing had ever sounded so sweet.

Finally
he gave her what she wanted. Unabashedly he stared at her, taking in the sight
of every pulsing muscle, the sound of every tiny mewling noise she made as her
thighs clenched tightly around his hand.

Her
head lolled to the side and she gasped for air, her body finally shuddering to
a stop.

His
beautiful woman, covered in sweat with her skin tight dress straining around
her breasts.

There
was no better view.

“Your
desserts sir,” the waiter placed their plates in front of them, staring at Nora
with wide eyes, but saying nothing.

“Thank
you,” Quinn gave him a small wink then turned his attentions back to her.

“What
do you think you’re doing?” she sighed, her eyes closed, her breaths still
coming out uneven.

“I
am going to enjoy my dessert and plan our date,” he smiled down at her, “I
think I’ve earned it.”

            Ayla
stifled the shiver that threatened to run through her inside the frigid loading
dock.

            For over an
hour she had stood stoically waiting for the leader of the Nine to meet with
her. After everything that had happened with Sebastian she had made a beeline
for the docks, not caring how early she was for the meeting. She knew if she
didn’t go straight there, she might chicken out of what had to be done.

With
each passing minute her nerves stretched tighter, but she refused to let it
show; acting nervous was the fastest way to get yourself killed when dealing
with dangerous people.

            Had they
been following her? Did they now that she had struck a deal with Sebastian? Any
minute now were hundreds of Hunters going to explode onto the docks to kill
her?

            She
mentally shrugged. As long as they got it over with quickly, she was fine with
it.

            As far as
she was concerned, life had been one agonizingly unending day since her 17
^th
birthday, and she was more than alright with it finally ending.

The
only thing that had kept her from proudly marching out into the sun light and
burning herself alive was sheer force of will, and a list of wrongs that had
been done to her that needed righting. Once those tasks were accomplished, she
really saw no reason to continue to linger around in this wasteland of a
rotting world.

            After an
eternity of waiting, a black stretch limo pulled up and a shadowy figure got
out.

            “What is
this? A James Bond movie?” she frowned. I mean how full of yourself could one
person be?

            “There were
no problems retrieving the equipment then?” he asked, studiously ignoring her
attempt at a joke.

            “Of course
not, the New York Embassy is nothing more than a group of clueless apes running
around. The only one with any brains is Sebastian, and we both know I’ve got
him wrapped around my finger,” she smirked.

            She
couldn’t help but be proud of herself for how this situation was unfolding. She
was playing an extremely dangerous game with the most powerful men in the
Breed, and so far things were running more smoothly than she could ever have
hoped. It had taken serious planning and calculations to get things to go the
way she wanted, but then again, Ayla had always had a way of convincing men to
do as she pleased.

            With a snap
of his fingers two men, clearly Breed, leapt from the limo to retrieve the
computer equipment from her car.

            They pulled
out the tower and examined it, checking to see if it had been tampered with in
any way.

            “We’re all
good,” one of them replied, and she attempted to place the voice.

            “Your over
confidence is foolish,” he angrily bit out at her, “Sebastian is a man of
substance and intelligence, to think he would feel anything more than lust for
a mere whore is laughable, put aside any fairytale notions you have and focus
on your job.”

            “I am more
than just a whore,” she snapped back, her eyes flaring with rage as she let her
temper get the best of her.

            The slap
came fast and hard across her face, causing her to crumple like a rag doll.

            “
You
are worth nothing more than the hole between your legs,” he jabbed at her, his
finger inches from her face, “so do what you are being paid for and shut your
filthy mouth or I’ll dump your body in the trash with the rest of the garbage.”

            Angry tears
stung her eyes but she kept her head down and clamped her lips shut. Rage
filled her, but still she reminded herself that there were tasks to be completed
before she could leave this world.

            “Sebastian
would have to be an idiot to be as wrapped up as she says,” one of the men
snickered behind her, “no one would be stupid enough to trust a whore.”

            No, she
thought furiously to herself,
never
trust a whore.

~

            For the
second time in a row, Nora had been intimate with Quinn without a PTSD attack
happening. They had shared a cab home together, and once again he had insisted
on walking her to her door.

            She had
snobbishly agreed to one date with him at the end of the week, but alone in her
apartment she wouldn’t lie to herself and pretend not to be excited.

            During
their dinner, he had somehow managed to make her feel relaxed, despite how high
her anxieties were, and despite all of her assumptions on how the night would
go, she ended up enjoying herself.

            His excited
ramblings about history and mythology had interested her in a way she never
would have thought possible.

            Was she
interested because maybe she had found a new love for these things? Or had she
simply enjoyed seeing him so lively and passionate over something? She refused
to answer.

            Now that
her attacks seemed to have abandoned her, she was left with only an awkward
feeling of self evaluation. Why
was
she trying so hard to avoid the bond
with him?

            Was she
still too traumatized over her attack? Did it root over the wild ways of her
mother’s influence? Or was she simply afraid to end up in a loveless union like
her parents?

            All of the
above she sighed, angrily crossing her arms over her chest as she watched her
coffee pot brew.

            Never
before had she needed a man. If she had never come to the Breed she had fully
planned to live her life out as a single woman; a governess for the children of
others. She was completely capable of supporting and defending herself, and far
more than capable of satisfying her own physical needs.

            The
knowledge of all of that should have been enough to completely dismiss Quinn
from her mind forever.

            The memory
of him however, refused to leave.

She
couldn’t stop thinking about the kindness and patience in his eyes. He had a
wisdom and intelligence behind them that most people would never achieve in
their life time. He could see far past the immediate now of life and calculate
risks and responses like a strategist. It made her trust him and his judgment,
because she knew he wasn’t after the same petty goals as other men.

            Sex was
merely a happy bonus to him; his real goal was to win her over for a lifetime.
He could see a future for them that was worth the struggle she was putting him
through. If he could see it so clearly, why couldn’t she?

            She was
starting to feel like Tessa, always questioning herself.

            The fact
was twice now they had been intimate and twice now she had avoided an attack.
Maybe Memphis was right?

            Maybe the
more time she spent with Quinn the more she was slowly being healed.

            For the
first time in nearly 100 years Nora was not only sexually attracted to a man,
but she had a little trust and a little faith in him.

            Why
shouldn’t she give things a try between them?

~

            In complete
darkness and absolute silence Quinn and Ghost sat on the roof top of an
abandoned building, keeping the surveillance on the hunter compound below.

            So far not
a single thing had happened and he was thrilled with the free time to mull over
everything between him and Nora.

            He almost
dared to hope that things were finally looking bright for the two of them, but
he fought off the urge. Knowing Nora, she would pull the rug out from under him
the moment he became comfortable. He had to stay focused and goal oriented;
convincing her to go on a date with him was a huge step in the right direction,
but it still in no way sealed the deal.

            Breaking
down her walls was proving to be the most difficult thing he had ever done, but
the reward would be worth more than any ounce of joy he had ever had in his
life.

            Looking to
his left he wondered what Ghost could be thinking about. The man had sat dead
silent and rigidly still since the moment they had arrived. Periodically he would
look down at his watch, then clench his jaw unconsciously and look away again.

            Quinn was
highly curious about this behavior, but every instinct in his body told him
that daring to ask would be a mistake.

            The hours
ticked by at a silent glacial pace, and he realized he had one more thing to be
thankful to Nora for.  She kept his mind off all the torturous memories of the
Hunters and his captivity.

In
the lonely months after his escape he had been wild and rabid, his thoughts
bouncing between nothing but the horrific memories of his capture, and his
brutal plans for revenge. All thoughts of his past and family had been lost to
him, all memories of joy and happiness gone.

            Then into
his life walked a siren so beautiful and complicated that his thoughts refused
to move from her side. He couldn’t break the hold she had over his mind and
body.

            At first
this infuriated him; he had so much pent up rage and hate, the last thing he
needed was something beautiful just out of his grasp. As the days passed however,
he realized the constant thoughts of her had begun to soothe him.

            The wild
and furious anger began to mold itself into calm and focused determination.
Without that he knew for one hundred percent certainty that he would have died
during his last solo fight against the hunters.

            He didn’t
know how, but something about her calmed the feral beast within him.

            Now, if
only he could get her stubborn ass to be ok with that, his life would be set,
he smiled to himself.

            The hockey
game he had lined up for their next date had to go perfectly. He was beyond
determined.

            The only
problem was, just what in the
hell
was a perfect date to Nora?

            Flowers?
Forget it.

He
didn’t even want to imagine what she would do if he did something cute and
cheesy like pay to have them put on the Jumbotron at the half time show.
Probably knock his front teeth out in front of thirty thousand people.

            He scrubbed
his hands over his face in frustration and looked up to find a pair of black
sunglasses staring back at him. It creeped him out that even at night Ghost
insisted on wearing his shades.

            In his
usual fashion Ghost said absolutely nothing, just cocked his head to the side
for a moment then slowly looked away.

            Quinn would
pay a lot of money to know what went on in that head.

            Clouds
rolled over the moon above and he watched as small specks of white peaked
through the dark grey mass.

            What did
the future hold for him he wondered as he stared. Could he really open his own
business? If he actually managed to make it happen he would name the little bar
the “Sirens Call”, in silent honor of Nora and their bond.

            If he could
find a way for them to build a life together, he would do anything in his power
to make it happen. He just needed his damn siren to give him an inch.

~

Casstiel sat silently
at his desk in the defense department staring out the window. This morning he
would deliberate with his team and figure out the next move in the war with the
Hunters.

            So far they
had been one step behind them in following the list they had found, and it
irked him to no end.

            Casstiel,
as always held complete confidence in his brother and felt that Sebastian had
made the right call in bargaining with Ayla.

            Deep in his
bones he felt like this was the break that his team truly needed. On the other
hand, he also felt the risk was greater, and as always he would leave the
decision of whether or not to follow him, up to his team. He wasn’t a dictator,
he wouldn’t force them to risk and possibly lose their lives.

            The Hunters
were clearly starting to feel the Breed breathing down their necks and the more
Casstiel and his team pushed, the more savagely the Hunters would react.

            In a way,
he ached to get the first real bloody battle over with. The warehouse had been
a mere teaser for the carnage that he knew was coming, and the warrior inside
of him was hungry for it.

            Then an
image of dark green eyes and kinky curls flooded his vision, making him smile
to himself. His mate was making him soft.