Agon (20 page)

“
This is riding?” She
nodded and rolled her hips forward. Agon held her still while he
adjusted himself and her on the chair. “I’m enjoying this very
much. When you move over me this way, I can taste your luscious
breasts as you take your pleasure from me.”

“
You’ll come, too, won’t
you?” She moaned again when he pulled her harder over him. “I’m
going to come this way. I love the way you fill me like this, so
deep and hard. I could come just from you sucking my
nipples.”

“
They are very lovely. I
love the way they tighten when I nibble at them.” He showed her
what he meant by chewing gently on the hard tips. “They are one of
my favorite parts of you. Then there is your womanhood. It has a
flavor unlike anything I have ever tasted, and the heat that comes
from you makes me think of hot fires and silky sheets. I love the
way you make those little noises when you are pleased with me as
well.”

“
Pussy.” He nodded. “Say
it, Agon. Call it my pussy.” He flushed and rolled her forward on
him again. He’d never said the word before and was slightly
embarrassed to say it now, even if it was only the two of them
there.

When she continued to beg him to say
it, he stood up and laid her over the table again as he moved
slowly in and out of her. She pulled him down to her mouth and
kissed him as he pulled her bottom up to him. Leaning down to her
ear, he bit her tender lobe and whispered in her ear.

“
I’m going to come into
your pussy.” She screamed out her release, his name a mantra
spilling from her over and over until she was hoarse from it. Agon
let himself go, filling her with his seed as he held her to him.
Never, he knew now, never would he ever love as he did this woman,
and he’d die for her if she were but to ask him.

When she lay limp beneath him, he
pulled her up into his arms and to his body. Closing his eyes, he
thought of their bedroom and moved them to it. Laying her down on
the bed, Agon stood over her, watching her sleep for several
minutes before he dressed and moved to the lower rooms. He needed
to make their house safe for them and others that came to visit
them. Shifting so that his wings spread behind him, Agon moved out
of the house and over the yard and buildings she was frequently
in.

His magic poured from him and
surrounded the house, filled all the wood and tile, the brick and
mortar until he was sure that no matter what, they’d be as safe
here as they would be in his own room in the other realm. When he
finished hours later, he entered the house and could feel the power
of it. The house was temporary at most, but he knew that soon
they’d have their own home and it would be permanent.

Moving to the stairs again, he stopped
when he saw him. Going toward the man that stood there, Agon pulled
Galin into his arms. He knew it had been a hard day for this
man.

“
He died not an hour ago.”
Agon led him to the couch and sat across from him. “I shall never
understand this part of our jobs. To have someone so young…it is
the hardest on me, this part.”

“
I know.” He did, too.
When one of their charges died, it was as if a piece of them died
as well. “You will have him in your memories for all time. There
will not be a day that goes by that you are not reminded of
something that he did, or said.”

“
I will…I think he was the
best I have had in a long while. His humor and his goodness were
something that I both admired as well as enjoyed. But I have…I have
been rotated into the new program after my down period. I fear…I do
not want a wife, Agon. I know that you are happy, as is Riss. But
I’ve no room in my heart for a woman. You will please talk to Boss
for me. I do not think I have the temperament to be with a woman
and have her love me. I have no sense when to behave. I would
rather joke than be serious. I do not want to change to have
someone love me. I like me.”

“
I understand.” Agon
wondered if this rotation was a way for the older protectors to
slip away. Most of the men and women he knew were tired, more than
he and Riss were. Surely Boss would not be trying to get rid of
them now. He listened to Galin for another hour, then the two of
them parted ways. In the morning, he promised to go and talk with
Boss, but Agon had a feeling it was much too late for his friend.
He wondered how many more of them were about to be moved in the
direction of the Mystics. It hurt him more than he thought it
should. But seeing Judith sleeping in the bed they shared, he also
thought it was for the good. He was in love with her and knew that
if Galin met his wife someday, he’d be just as happy.

Chapter 11

“
Hello?” Jerry had been
awaiting a call from his friend for the past two hours. He had no
idea what the man thought “I’ll call you right back” meant, but two
hours was entirely too long as far as he was concerned. “Bill, you
said right back. What the fuck? Did you forget about
me?”

“
This isn’t Bill.” His
skin tightened on his body, and he wanted to snarl at the woman at
the other end. He had no more expected Judith to call him than he
did for someone to say this entire week had been a joke. “I
understand you’re looking for me.”

“
No, not looking. I’ve
been wanting a great deal more out of you than a simple
conversation. Are you working with the police? Are they tracking
this call so that they can capture me? I got news for you, it
won’t—”

“
You’re at the coffee shop
on the square. You’ve been there for over an hour waiting on
someone, presumably Bill, to call you back. I don’t need for them
to help me find you. I always know where you are and what you’re
doing.” Her laughter rang through his head like a drill at the
dentist office. “Now, do you want to talk to me, or bitch about how
easy you are for me to find?”

“
You know what? I thought
I hated you before this shit, but I loathe you right now. And would
gladly murder you without a second’s hesitation.” She laughed
again, and he felt his temper flare. “You fucking cunt. What the
hell do you want?”

“
Tisk, tisk, uncle
dearest. What a way to talk to someone who holds your balls in
their hand. Don’t you want me to help you now? Before you couldn’t
get me to you fast enough, and now…well, now I get the feeling you
don’t want me around.”

He had to hold his tongue. Not only
did he need her to help him, but he might just get the satisfaction
of putting a bullet into her head, too. When she laughed again, he
knew that she was reading his mind.

“
I need your help. And I’m
not going to lie to you about not wanting you dead. But as you more
than likely know, I’m getting desperate.” She hummed. That could
mean nothing or everything, but he didn’t care so long as she was
making an effort. “I’m glad you’ve come to see that as your only
living relative, you should help me. It’s the very least you can do
for me since you’ve all but had them arrest me.”

“
Oh, there will be a
price. If nothing else, I’ve learned from you and Daddy that
everything has a price. But that is not going to help us with the
situation you’ve got yourself into, is it? So here is what I want.
I want your house and all the property around it.” He sputtered at
her, but she continued before he could make any comment. “You won’t
need it. You’re planning to leave the country anyway, and this way
I can have a nice little place to call my own. Well, not my own,
but you get the picture.”

“
You think I’m going to
simply sign over all I have because you say you’re going to help
me? What happens if I renege on the deal, come back in a few years,
and demand you give it all back? What then?” She hummed again, and
he found that to be one of the most irritating things he’d ever
heard. “Answer me, damn it. What do you really think is going to
happen?”

“
You’ll get caught, go to
prison for a while. You’ll make an advance to the wrong person and
you’ll be dead, after being fucked up pretty good by someone called
Ken, and I won’t have to worry at all about you or you getting out.
Of course, the trial. We mustn’t forget the trial. There, you will
be paraded around like the murderer you are. People will burn
effigies of you. Then after the headlines hit the paper about how
you’ve been convicted, there will be partying in the streets and
people will never name their kids Jerrod again.”

Jerry was speechless. If any one part
of what she was saying was true, and he had little doubt that she
was lying to him, he would be better off putting a bullet in his
head right now. Judith laughed, and this time he didn’t find it so
much irritating as he did frightening.

“
I want you to help, and
I’ll sign everything I have over to you. When? When can you get me
enough money to get out of the country?” He looked around the
coffee shop knowing that most of the people in there were
undercover cops just waiting for him to make a false move so they
could fill him full of holes.

“
You’ve always been so
dramatic. You’re as bad as an old woman. The only cop in the place
is the one coming toward you now. And you’ve met him. But in the
event that you don’t remember, I’d like for you to meet Benny
Anderson. And don’t shoot him. He might just make you piss
yourself.” The man sat down at his table, and Jerry took his hand
when it was offered. “Good boy. Now he has some papers you need to
sign. Don’t fuck around on this, Jerry. Sign them or he won’t give
you that fat envelope that he has there.”

The envelope was indeed fat, and he
nodded to him when he was handed a thick sheaf of papers and a pen.
Jerry didn’t even bother reading it over but simply put his name
where the man told him. When he shoved it back into his pocket and
shoved the envelope at him, Jerry nearly snatched it away. He was
thumbing through the hundreds as Judith continued.

“
You really are a piece of
work, did you know that?” He barely heard her over counting the
money. He had counted to seventy one-hundred-dollar bills when he
felt his arms being jerked up from behind.

“
Jerrod Craft, you are
under arrest for the murder of Damon James, Chad White, Marian
Libby, Jane Holloway, Jon—”

“
Wait. This isn’t right.
I’m leaving the country. See? I have the money to do so now.” He
picked up the phone as it had dropped from his ear when he’d been
jerked around. Judith was laughing, and he wanted to hunt her down
and shove all the cash into her throat and piss on her. “What the
hell are you doing? We had a deal. I sign my shit over to you and
you pay me to leave.”

“
You signed a confession,
you nimrod. What the hell did you think I was going to do, let you
walk away from all this? Get real.” Her laughter was cut off when
the phone was jerked from him.

The cop, Benny, again was reading the
names of people that he’d supposedly murdered. He had no idea if he
had or not. But right now, he knew it mattered little if he’d
murdered one or one thousand. He was so fucked. Tearing away from
Benny, he reached for his gun, only to have his face slammed into
the table. Jerry was still trying to bargain his way out of this
mess as he was being shoved in the back of a cruiser.

“
She had a deal with me.”
The driver didn’t even bother looking at him. “Judith Craft, she
and I had a deal for me to give her everything I had, and she’d
give me money to get out of the country.”

“
Did she give you the
money?” The man sitting next to him startled him enough that he
moved from him. But Jerry nodded. “Then I guess she carried out her
end of the bargain, huh?”

“
I know you.” The man
nodded but didn’t help him out. “You came to my house…no my work.
You came to my office.”

“
I did. Very good. It’s
good to know that I’ve made an impression on you. I just wished it
was more positive, but we cannot have everything, now can we?” He
laughed. “Like you, for example. Did you know that the man you had
sex with in the woods has AIDS? Yes. You should have taken your own
advice and not had unprotected sex. I hate to tell you this, but
you have contracted the disease now as well. Too bad really. I had
hopes…well, we all did…that you’d rot in jail for a very long time.
I would say that’s not going to happen now, is it?”

Jerry felt his cock shrivel. Dead. He
was as good as dead right now. And it would not be by lethal
injection, which by comparison would be much faster. No, he was in
for a long and very painful death. He started to ask the man if he
would kill him now, but he…he had feathers.

“
You’re…you have….” The
man laughed again and nodded. “No, I won’t believe it. There are no
such things as winged beings. You’re a figment of my…go away. I
don’t want you here any longer.”

The driver looked at him twice as he
sat in the back seat. If this man was a figment of his imagination,
then he’d reasoned that the driver couldn’t see him either. When
Jerry glanced over to his right again, the man was gone. But there
on the seat was a single feather, a long snowy white feather. Jerry
started laughing and was still laughing when they took him to a
cell and tossed him inside. And while he sat there, just calming
from his hysterics, another feather floated from the ceiling and
landed near his foot. Jerry didn’t stop laughing until someone told
him he’d feel a pinch and everything went black.