Staring Into the Eyes of Chance (20 page)

Olivia screamed, “No.”

Chance pulled on the wire, and Olivia’s tight ring clenched, holding the vibrator inside her. “Damn,” he said under his breath. He left her for a moment, and went after a tube of KY jelly. He also grabbed a packaged mild enema, not knowing how or why it was there, but glad to find it. By the time he returned, Olivia was on her back, legs splayed wide, with two fingers pumping in and out of her feminine passage, the other hand busy pinching one of her rosy nipples.

He whispered in her ear, “I love you, no matter what.”

Chance pulled her back onto her side, Olivia oblivious of anything but the pleasure her fingers gave her. He squeezed out a dollop of KY on his finger and pressed it inside her anus, stretching it. Chance pulled the wire with his other hand, and stretched her more with another finger. He sidled up, pushing her knees up and under her chin. The vibrator popped out. Olivia convulsed with another orgasm.

Chance couldn’t stop himself from thinking of that son-of-a-bitch’s cock inside his mate. He wanted Smoke put away for so many crimes, but taking another Lycan’s mate, especially a primal-mate, one already marked and consummated, deserved the ultimate punishment. For that, he wanted Smoke dead.

Chance picked her up and carried her inside the shower, placing her under the warm spray of water. Her legs wouldn’t hold her up, so Chance spread the bathmat on the shower floor and laid her on top. With a soapy wash cloth, he cleansed every inch of her, examining her for any injuries. The only one noticeable was the swollen bruise at her temple.

He soaped his fingers and gently slid them inside her feminine passage. Olivia bucked into his fingers, grabbing his arm and pushing his fingers deeper. He didn’t find any remnants of semen there, much to his relief. His cock twitched in arousal at Olivia’s continual display of uninhibited sexual abandon. Her legs fell open, and her hands covered his hand, keeping his fingers inside her passage.

She was a vision, water falling in gentle drops over her nakedness, while her body writhed for attention. All of her feminine parts, red and swollen, begged Chance for his touch. Before he allowed himself any liberties, he wanted her rear entrance cleansed. He wanted anything and everything of that beast washed completely out of her. He quickly retrieved the enema from where he’d left it on the floor.

Chance turned Olivia back on her side and again pushed her knees up. He inserted the thin plastic tip into her well lubed rear entrance and gently squeezed, emptying the entire bottle. Olivia instantly climaxed, flushing herself with squirts matching her convulsing jerks of aftershocks. Everything ran down the drain, nothing left. To Chance’s relief, no semen in her rectum either, but he knew the bastard had been there, a place Chance hadn’t claimed.

He washed her backside with the soapy wash cloth and let the shower rinse her. Satisfied with her cleanliness, he shut off the water, dried Olivia, and carried her to the bed, laying her on top of the spread. Smoke was still on her or in her. After he searched so long for the prick’s scent, and now Olivia wore it like a second skin.
Why?

Her legs splayed open and his need overshadowed any gentle foreplay, not that she needed it in her condition. Reclaiming her branded his brain and turned his cock into a red hot poker, thickening and drooling for her. His animal instinct wanted her fast and furious.

His wolf took over. He needed her filled with his semen, taking back any part of her that might have been lost. Olivia’s hips undulated, her fingers rubbing in a unique rhythm over her clit. Chance groaned. God, she was so beautiful, her folds swollen and pink, slick with her juices. Her scent drove him mad, and his animal need blinded him to everything but re-staking his claim on her.

He ran back into the bathroom for the KY, hating himself for what he was about to do, but not being able to stop himself.

Chance slid over top of Olivia, raising her hands above her head. He kissed her, and her lips opened, accepting. Her thighs splayed wide and her calves wrapped across his buttocks. Like a youth forgoing foreplay, he reared back and sunk his cock hilt deep inside her welcoming passage. A wolf on a mission, in a rush for the re-claiming, he mated with a vengeance Olivia didn’t deserve. His human self-control shot out the window, and in a matter of rutting-hard minutes he climaxed, as did Olivia. She screamed his name and wanted more, which was good because he wasn’t finished.

Before Olivia convulsed with the last of her orgasm, Chance let go of her hands and flipped her over. He tucked a couple pillows under her hips, and her hands slithered down between her legs. Chance kissed her buttocks, pulled them apart, and squirted a dollop of KY at her rear entrance. She moaned and arched her hips toward him. He swirled the jelly into her crevice, dipping his fingertip into her tightness. Olivia bucked and his finger buried inside her. Her passage convulsed around it, his cock so hard for her tightness, pre-cum dribbled from its tip already.

Chance spread her with another finger, her thrusting hips challenging the control of his own growing need for release. She rose onto her knees, spreading herself apart. His hand automatically cupped her moist folds, where her fingers were at play. He pulled his fingers from her backside and guided his cock there. He wanted her in every way. His wolf needed her marked, consummated all ways, front and back. He pressed his cock against her lubricated rear, gently stretching her as he sank inside inch by inch.

Olivia gasped, her bottom suspended. He imagined how Smoke must have taken her, even though he hadn’t left his semen. It sickened Chance, yet, made him more determined at having her that same way. Olivia’s tight passage rippled around his cock, pressing and releasing. Her panting and groans rose in volume, her hips undulated against him, sending him over the edge and pulling him into the abyss of pleasure. He roared. His teeth imprinted another mark on Olivia’s opposite shoulder as her inner muscles milked him. His body jerked in response as her muscle convulsed around his cock. He lapped the blood drawn from his bite, sealing his mark.

Olivia stopped moving beneath him. He gently pulled himself out of her body, removed the pillows under Olivia’s hips, settling her on the mattress. Chance climbed off the bed and covered her. The drug must have run its course. Olivia lay fast asleep, and he figured she’d be out for hours with that kind of exhaustion.

Chance took a quick shower and then dressed. He checked on Olivia, still in the throes of a deep sleep. He gently washed and toweled her sex and back side. Her body shivered and he pulled the blanket back over her. He brushed his fingers across her forehead and it burned at his touch. Chance expected some kind of reaction from her body breaking out of the drugs effects. He sat with her for a few more minutes, monitoring any changes. Other than her fire hot skin, she was stable and wouldn’t be waking anytime soon, he headed for the Ops room.

* * * *

“How’s Olivia?” Jasmine asked as soon as Chance walked through the door.

“I won’t really know until she wakes. She’s been totally out of it on whatever that monster gave her.” Chance walked over to Jasmine. She pointed at her computer screen.

“I think the drug was another of Doctor Linden’s inventions. Smoke must have someone on the inside over there.” Jasmine pushed away from her laptop and focused on Chance. “It’s something similar to the drug, Ecstasy, the lack of inhibitions anyway, only the victim remembers every sordid detail eventually. The thing is, during the drugs rapture time, the victim has no idea of anything other than the need for sexual stimulation, the constant need for orgasm. They hallucinate who their partners are during that time. Like the entire time Olivia was being sexually abused by Smoke, she very well could have been enjoying the whole experience because she thought she was with you. He labeled it, ‘Startem.’”

“That son-of-a-bitch,” Chance cussed. “Why would Doctor Linden come up with a drug like this? I don’t understand its purpose, other than for deviates taking advantage of unsuspecting victims.”

“Think about it,” Jasmine looked thoughtful, “if you have someone knocked out of their mind with sexual need, you have an opportunity for taking advantage of more than simply having sex with them. This stuff lasts for hours and can actually make the victim mentally snap into total brain burnout. Can you imagine an entire army taken down with this stuff? Hell, they’d be fucking each other, for damn sakes, for hours. Anyone who didn’t, well, they’d have been driven crazy, and no one would be the wiser as to the why of it. There is nothing left of it in the body once it has run its course.”

Chance couldn’t fathom the possibility. A whole army going into this kind of a drug buzz would throw them into an all out orgy, and they wouldn’t even realize they were screwing each other. They would hallucinate having sex with someone else as their partner. What the hell kind of madman would even think up this kind of a drug?

Chance put a call into Damen. “Damen.”

“Chance, what do you need?”

“I’ve got some major suspicion regarding Doctor Linden. I’m wondering if you can work one of your miracles and get yourself into his lab. He’s working for someone, other than government agencies. Find out who’s above him, paying for the research, buying his products. You think you can do that?”

“You know, I’ve had my own suspicions about that guy. I think he runs his own marketing business, no loyalties, other than the highest bidder.”

“How soon can you infiltrate?”

“Is tomorrow early enough for you?”

Jasmine sauntered over and gave Chance the evil eye. “You said you’d talk to him about the airport incident,” she whispered.

“Tomorrow, yes, good, keep me informed on your progress. On another subject, Jasmine tells me she almost ended up imprisoned. What happened?” Chance motioned Jasmine back to her computer.

“What’s he saying?” Jasmine refused to move.

“I don’t think Jasmine realized those guards were immediately occupied, a small explosion in the men’s bathroom. It happened as soon as she and I walked away. I didn’t need any of them calling and alerting anyone outside the facility in case they suddenly grew doubtful. It took me a little longer setting up than planned due to an old dude taking a dump.” Damen chuckled. “I waited for the old guy so I could stick an ‘Out Of Order’ sign on the door. Maybe I should have told Jasmine as much at the time.”

“Let me know about the doc as soon as you get any information.”

“No problem.”

Chance slipped his phone into his pocket.

“Well?”

“Do you recall anything happening as you walked away from the guards?”

“Besides me almost pissing my pants?”

“Damen set up an explosion for a distraction while the two of you made a clean get away. He needed time getting you into the private jet without interference.” Chance headed toward the door, heeding a sudden impulse about getting back to his mate.

“He owes me an apology,” Jasmine called after Chance.

Chance stopped and turned back. “Jasmine, we all do the best we can, and like I said before, Damen’s always come through for us, just like you have. Sometime, ask him for an explanation about his choices made on that day.”

Oh, shit!
His breath caught, urgency shot through him. He slammed the door behind him and charged to the next door leading down a hall that ended at his suite. A shiver quaked along every part of his body. He broke out in sweat, adrenalin pumping him into high alert. He slammed through the door of his suite and ran into his bedroom.

Olivia was gone.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Trevor and Jase followed Lindsey’s scent through upper Wisconsin into Minnesota. The pinkish pre-dawn sky indicated the rising sun.

“Hey, I don’t know about you, but I could use a drink and a few hours of sleep,” Jase said. “If I’m lucky, I’ll get me a little somethin’ somethin’ on the side.”

Trevor glanced at Jase, knowing nothing like that would ever happen. Jase was too damn shy. “Geesh, that sounded just like something I would have said BL.”

“BL?”

“Before Lindsey, you moron.” Trevor figured Smoke and Lindsey would stop somewhere eventually. Even the strongest Lycan needed sleep. Trevor’s arms weighed so heavy, he didn’t know how he grasped the steering wheel without it breaking right off the dashboard.

“There.” Jase pointed at some little dive bar and grill. Its sign said, “Opened for Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner, Rooms available in the back.”

Trevor turned the truck into the dusty parking lot. “A little sustenance might do me some good about now. My arms are so heavy they feel like they’ll fall right off my shoulders.”

“Damn, you paint a disgusting picture.”

“I try hard.” Trevor chuckled, but his heart wasn’t in it. That part of him was wherever Lindsey ended up with that crazed beast. “We’re only here a couple of hours. We can’t lose Lindsey’s scent.”

Jase opened the truck door then looked at Trevor. “Don’t worry Trev, we’ll find your mate. But, when we do, we need to be strong and fully aware. I’m neither of those things right now.”

“Nor am I. Let’s go eat and get some shut-eye.”

They walked into the bar and settled in a corner booth, one where they could see the whole room, including any doors in the building. A blonde-haired curvy beauty walked over and set two menus on the table.

Trevor watched Jase’s mouth drop open and his eyes melt into the pretty waitress’s. She said nothing, but looked as if she physically tore her eyes from Jase. When she finally walked away, Trevor scoffed, “I thought I’d be wiping your drool off the table if that sweet thing hung around much longer.”

“Damn, I’m gonna have me some of that.” Jase grinned, staring after little Blondie. “I’m serious. I have the biggest boner, and there’s no way I’m sleeping without taken care of it.”

“There’s always the choice of taking matters into your own hands. Of course, I want my own room if you’re planning on playing with yourself.”