Chapter Twenty Two

Chapter Twenty Two - word count 2520 - Download PDF
22. There was a polite knock at Sorcha’s door. “I’m coming.” She called out as she took one last look at herself in the bathroom mirror, and smiled. She looked pretty good. The outfit she wore was a long way from her normal jeans and tee shirt but it looked good, with the tight ruby bodice, and figure-hugging pants flowing down under laced up knee high boots. The boots had a heal but nothing she couldn’t walk in and they made her feel sexy. The thought made her giggle. Who think she would ever feel sexy, she certainly never had before? Sorcha had been wearing a smile ever since Kyle’s confession. Part of her was eager for him to do what he promised he would, part of her was terrified. Could he really become living and breathing again? Or was that just his way of being nice because he realized that he’d left her feeling rejected at the waterfall. Kyle was a lot of things, but cruel was not a word she would use to describe the wereleopard. He must have realized that he’d hurt her, and made sweet promises to make her feel better. For some reason that though make Sorcha’s stomach drop. She felt ill. Damn when has she become so attached to a ghost! Get over yourself woman! She scolded herself. The knock sounded at the door again, reminding her that someone was there. “Oh crap! Sorry, I’m coming.” Sorcha smoothed the bodice across her stomach and walked out the bathroom towards her bedroom door. Khaish raised his big head and watched her. The Sentin was always in the room, he tended to follow Sorcha around the compound too. She had a feeling he was on guard duty as well. Sorcha turned the knob and pulled open the bedroom door, intending to apologize to who ever she’d kept waiting, but the words never left her mouth. Kyle stood on the other side of the door. He wore a button down blue silk shirt, the same dark blue as his eyes, the black pants he wore fit him to perfection and his hair hung loose in smooth cascades over the blue of his shirt making him look like heaven. The two stood staring at each other in silence. Sorcha felt such a surge of heat and need that she wanted to pull him into the room slam the door and push him onto the bed. God the man was perfection, and he’d be near her in the club tonight. Her eyes widened as she realized that there would be other mythos at the club, other female mythos. Oh gods, if the jealousy was starting already how was she going to cope when they got to Asgard! “I don’t think I’m letting you go.” Kyle’s voice growled low making a shiver run up Sorcha’s spine. “I’m sorry?” She hadn’t caught what he said. “If another man sees you dressed like that and looks at you I’ll have to hurt him. No - I don’t think you are going out.” He sounded dead serious, and Sorcha despite feeling the same way about the way he looked gasped in indignation. “You don’t own me Kyle!” She did some growling of herself, as she stepped out the door and pulled it closed behind her. Sorcha tried to step around him, but Kyle blocked her path, then he moved closer and raised one arm to push against the door behind her, forcing her up against it with the width of his body. “Mine.” He growled the word and Sorcha felt that now familiar spiral of heat down her body and lower. “No.” She tried to argue, putting he hands against his chest to push. He felt cool beneath her hands, his body would never be normal temperature because he wasn’t alive. It was a mistake to touch him though, she could feel the hard plains of muscle under her hands and the strength hidden by the sooth silk of the shirt sent tingles from her fingers down her hands, like little bursts of adrenalin. Kyle leaned even closer. “Sorcha…” His voice was more animal growl than human. “Don’t argue with me.” He reached up a hand to capture her chin, lifting her face. “You are mine.” He whispered just before dropping his lips to hers. The kiss held all kinds of frustration, Kyle’s frustration that he couldn’t have her under him and screaming his name, his frustration that he had to share the beautiful picture she made tonight in that tight bodice that made the upper mounds of her breasts look luscious enough to bite into, he groaned as he felt his incisors start lengthening. The need to mark her as his was overwhelming. He had to scent mark her now, or he was going to bite into her so the mark was visible. He broke the kiss and ran his cheek against hers, then slid his tongue down the column of her neck. Sorcha groaned and turned her head to give Kyle better access. Kyle slipped a hand around her waist pulling her hard against him as he scrapped the sharp edges of his lengthened fangs along her throat. He forced himself to lift his head and rub his other cheek against her marking her with his scent. Any Lycos would know she was his just by that mark, but the urge to bite her and mark her in a visible way was undeniable, and he was fighting with everything he had not to do it. Biting to mark was considered old fashioned – overkill. In the modern world scent marking was enough to warn a potential rival off, but that logic did nothing for him he wanted the world to know not just those with good noses. “God Sorcha…” He groaned leaning as close to her as he possibly could, and struggled to form clear words around his fangs and his need. “I want to mark you, I want to sink my teeth and mark you.” God, was he trying to make her burst into flames, first the fangs then those words. Sorcha was already so far gone he could have taken her right there against the door and she wouldn’t have given a damn. “Kyle…” She groaned his name then gasped as she felt the tips of his fangs cause little depressions in her skin, just on the point of breaking it. Somewhere in the corridor a door slammed and Kyle jerked back a heartbeat from biting into her neck. This wasn’t the way he wanted it, he wanted to mark her while he made love to her, and he would do it just not here and now. There was no way Kyle would be able to resist having her in bed and not biting her. Sorcha would be his in every sense of the word, but not yet. Fuck it, where they hell was Gabriel, he needed to get his ass home and restore Kyle to his body and pronto. “I’m sorry Sorcha.” He groaned and pulled her tightly against him. “I should never have started this.” Sorcha wanted to punch him. “Then why the hell did you?” She pushed him away and moved passed him. She was furious. He couldn’t play with her like that. Passion was too new to her, and he kept turning her on then backing off. God, was it possible to be sexually frustrated without ever having had sex? Sorcha moved down the corridor contemplating murder – no wait he was dead she couldn’t kill him. Shit! Kyle ran a hand through his hair as he watched her move down the passage. He took a deep – if unnecessary breath and tried to get his body under control. Damn, he had to stop doing that to them. It was killing him, and he was pretty sure if her anger was any indication that Sorcha was getting pretty fed up with it herself. Music pounded through her veins as Sorcha walked the archway leading into Asgard. The club was large and overflowing with Viking décor. Just past the arch into the club was a huge bronze statue of Thor, at least she assumed the welcoming giant was Thor, he wore a war hammer in the broad belt at his waist. His arms were as big as her waist and his grin wide. Who ever had posed for the statue was truly a handsome man. The stage was unusual, because it wasn’t a stage. It was a giant longboat replete with furled sails and a dragon shaped figurehead. Sorcha couldn’t take it all in fast enough the place was just awesome she had to give Bastien props for the design. Even the staff that moved through the club were dressed as Vikings and Valkyrie. “Where is Ross?” Bastien appeared from nowhere looking harried. “Chill, he’s gone round the back with the rest of Requiem.” Kyle smiled, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. There were too many men already paying attention to Sorcha, something she had missed in the awe filled examination of the club. Something he could not miss at all, and it had him tense and frustrated. She still wasn’t talking to him after his last most spectacular stuff up, he didn’t blame her, Seth was right Kyle had lost his finesse with women completely. “Where are we sitting?” Selphie asked Bastien excitedly. He motioned over a Valkyrie and told the woman to lead them to their table then flashed Selphie a grin. “Only the best in the house for you Selph.” Selphie squealed in her excitement and grabbed Crimson’s hand. It had taken a lot of convincing to get him to go with, and for the evening he wore a black hoddy with a deep hood that hid his face completely. He was still getting attention despite the covering as he moved past Sorcha and Kyle they watched woman after woman turn to look at him with wistful expressions on their faces. “Yeah if only I had that kind of pull.” Kyle teased. All it got him was a dirty look from Sorcha as she followed after Crimson. “Nice try dude, what did you do to piss her off so bad?” Dante asked. “You don’t want to know.” Kyle said bleakly. “Maybe you didn’t finish what you started?” Dante replied with a tinkle in his eye. “How did you know that?” Kyle looked the leather-clad wolf up and down. Dante laughed and moved past Kyle throwing over his shoulder. “I can smell your marking all over her Kyle. Next time, don’t leave the lady wanting.” “Yeah, next time I get close to her I better have my body back.” Kyle mumbled to himself and followed Dante. Sorcha found a seat and the large round table the Valkyrie had let them too and sat down. Crimson had already claimed the darkest seat the one in the corner so Sorcha had to sit in the light and she was feeling self-conscious. She watched as Dante walked towards her but her eyes found and stayed on Kyle, his head bent slightly forward as he negotiated the spaces between people jostling for seats. Sorcha watched one woman wink at her friend then moved forward and pretend to bump into Kyle. Sorcha couldn’t hear what she was saying but she could read her lips well enough even in the gloom of the club. “Oops, sorry, my fault.” Kyle reached out to steady her unconsciously, and Sorcha had to grit her teeth. Dante chose that moment to get in her line of sight and Sorcha quickly shifted to her left so she could see past him. Her sudden movement had Dante turning to see what she was looking at. The woman had slid herself right up against Kyle. Sorcha felt the tension in her body snap. Oh hell no, if she wasn’t getting near Kyle then no one else was either. Sorcha stretched her arm and gripped the air as she had when she’d ended the fight between Kyle and Darius. The woman was lifted about a foot into the air and deposited on her backside about two feet away from Kyle. Dante burst out laughing. “Sorcha, you could have got up and told her to take a hike, the poor woman doesn’t know what hit her!” Sorcha gave Dante a dirty look and turned to Valkyrie who had returned with the drinks. She grabbed the first glass off the tray, a shot glass filled with Sambuca and downed it. “Hey that was mine Sorcha!” Dante complained, as he reached for the same glass and had it snatched away by Sorcha. “Get another one.” She hissed and grimaced past the taste of liquorish. Sorcha detested liquorish. “Make it two I need more.” “Death by Sambuca?” Dante asked with a smile. “Something like that.” Sorcha answered wishing she could hide away because Kyle was coming straight at her smiling like Cheshire cat. He slid into the chair next to her and leaned into her neck to murmur in her ear. “You didn’t have to do that, I only want one woman in the place.” Sorcha felt heat clime her cheeks and sink to other parts of her. Sweet Jesus there had to be a way to get past what Kyle made her feel. He ran his cheek along hers the fine stubble on his face causing her to shiver despite the heat in the club. “Incoming.” Crimson’s deep voice warned a moment before the massive man came up to the table. He grabbed a chair swung it around and settled himself into it. All Sorcha could do was gape. It must be the guy who modeled for the statue in the entrance of the club. It was the only way to explain the uncanny likeness. He wore a leather sleeveless vest, all in black and black jeans. His blond hair hung mid back and shone like the sun, even in the dim lighting. He smiled flashing dimples, the man was beyond handsome. Then he spoke and Selphie next to Sorcha sighed in pleasure, his voice was smooth and velvety, like a caress. Sorcha would hate to think what effect that voice would have if he ever turned it towards seduction. “Hey Omega, how are you all doing tonight.” Dante and Kyle both stiffened immediately. “Chill, Gabe sent me. My name is Thor.” He unfolded his arms to offer Kyle a hand. “The Thor?” Dante asked as he shook hands with the big man. He was rewarded with a grin. “The one and only.” Sorcha was shocked, a god was addressing them? “Look I can’t talk long I’ve got a club to supervise.” “So you are Bastien’s new partner?” Selphie asked. “That I am. But getting back to business. If for some reason one of you needs Gabriel summon me by calling my name, and I’ll make sure Gabe gets the message, but I’m talking emergency here my name isn’t Hermes. Gotta go. Places to be – women to meet.” He winked at Sorcha and stood up dwarfing the table. Then disappeared into the crowd.

Chapter Twenty Two - word count 2520 - Download PDF

22.
      There was a polite knock at Sorcha’s door.  “I’m coming.”  She called out as she took one last look at herself in the bathroom mirror, and smiled.  She looked pretty good.  The outfit she wore was a long way from her normal jeans and tee shirt but it looked good, with the tight ruby bodice, and figure-hugging pants flowing down under laced up knee high boots.  The boots had a heal but nothing she couldn’t walk in and they made her feel sexy. The thought made her giggle.  Who think she would ever feel sexy, she certainly never had before?
      Sorcha had been wearing a smile ever since Kyle’s confession.  Part of her was eager for him to do what he promised he would, part of her was terrified.  Could he really become living and breathing again?  Or was that just his way of being nice because he realized that he’d left her feeling rejected at the waterfall.  Kyle was a lot of things, but cruel was not a word she would use to describe the wereleopard.  He must have realized that he’d hurt her, and made sweet promises to make her feel better.  For some reason that though make Sorcha’s stomach drop.  She felt ill.
      Damn when has she become so attached to a ghost!
      Get over yourself woman!  She scolded herself.
      The knock sounded at the door again, reminding her that someone was there.
      “Oh crap!  Sorry, I’m coming.”
      Sorcha smoothed the bodice across her stomach and walked out the bathroom towards her bedroom door.  Khaish raised his big head and watched her.  The Sentin was always in the room, he tended to follow Sorcha around the compound too.  She had a feeling he was on guard duty as well.
      Sorcha turned the knob and pulled open the bedroom door, intending to apologize to who ever she’d kept waiting, but the words never left her mouth.
      Kyle stood on the other side of the door.  He wore a button down blue silk shirt, the same dark blue as his eyes, the black pants he wore fit him to perfection and his hair hung loose in smooth cascades over the blue of his shirt making him look like heaven.
      The two stood staring at each other in silence.
      Sorcha felt such a surge of heat and need that she wanted to pull him into the room slam the door and push him onto the bed.  God the man was perfection, and he’d be near her in the club tonight.  Her eyes widened as she realized that there would be other mythos at the club, other female mythos.
      Oh gods, if the jealousy was starting already how was she going to cope when they got to Asgard!
      “I don’t think I’m letting you go.”  Kyle’s voice growled low making a shiver run up Sorcha’s spine.
      “I’m sorry?”  She hadn’t caught what he said.
      “If another man sees you dressed like that and looks at you I’ll have to hurt him.  No - I don’t think you are going out.”  He sounded dead serious, and Sorcha despite feeling the same way about the way he looked gasped in indignation.
      “You don’t own me Kyle!”  She did some growling of herself, as she stepped out the door and pulled it closed behind her.  Sorcha tried to step around him, but Kyle blocked her path, then he moved closer and raised one arm to push against the door behind her, forcing her up against it with the width of his body.
      “Mine.” He growled the word and Sorcha felt that now familiar spiral of heat down her body and lower.
      “No.”  She tried to argue, putting he hands against his chest to push.  He felt cool beneath her hands, his body would never be normal temperature because he wasn’t alive.
      It was a mistake to touch him though, she could feel the hard plains of muscle under her hands and the strength hidden by the sooth silk of the shirt sent tingles from her fingers down her hands, like little bursts of adrenalin.
      Kyle leaned even closer.
      “Sorcha…”  His voice was more animal growl than human.  “Don’t argue with me.”
      He reached up a hand to capture her chin, lifting her face.
      “You are mine.”  He whispered just before dropping his lips to hers.
      The kiss held all kinds of frustration, Kyle’s frustration that he couldn’t have her under him and screaming his name, his frustration that he had to share the beautiful picture she made tonight in that tight bodice that made the upper mounds of her breasts look luscious enough to bite into, he groaned as he felt his incisors start lengthening.  The need to mark her as his was overwhelming.  He had to scent mark her now, or he was going to bite into her so the mark was visible.  He broke the kiss and ran his cheek against hers, then slid his tongue down the column of her neck.  Sorcha groaned and turned her head to give Kyle better access.  Kyle slipped a hand around her waist pulling her hard against him as he scrapped the sharp edges of his lengthened fangs along her throat.
      He forced himself to lift his head and rub his other cheek against her marking her with his scent.  Any Lycos would know she was his just by that mark, but the urge to bite her and mark her in a visible way was undeniable, and he was fighting with everything he had not to do it.
      Biting to mark was considered old fashioned – overkill.  In the modern world scent marking was enough to warn a potential rival off, but that logic did nothing for him he wanted the world to know not just those with good noses.
      “God Sorcha…”  He groaned leaning as close to her as he possibly could, and struggled to form clear words around his fangs and his need. “I want to mark you, I want to sink my teeth and mark you.”
      God, was he trying to make her burst into flames, first the fangs then those words.  Sorcha was already so far gone he could have taken her right there against the door and she wouldn’t have given a damn.
      “Kyle…” She groaned his name then gasped as she felt the tips of his fangs cause little depressions in her skin, just on the point of breaking it.
      Somewhere in the corridor a door slammed and Kyle jerked back a heartbeat from biting into her neck.  This wasn’t the way he wanted it, he wanted to mark her while he made love to her, and he would do it just not here and now.  There was no way Kyle would be able to resist having her in bed and not biting her.  Sorcha would be his in every sense of the word, but not yet.
      Fuck it, where they hell was Gabriel, he needed to get his ass home and restore Kyle to his body and pronto.
      “I’m sorry Sorcha.”  He groaned and pulled her tightly against him.  “I should never have started this.”
      Sorcha wanted to punch him.  “Then why the hell did you?”  She pushed him away and moved passed him.  She was furious.  He couldn’t play with her like that.   Passion was too new to her, and he kept turning her on then backing off.  God, was it possible to be sexually frustrated without ever having had sex?  Sorcha moved down the corridor contemplating murder – no wait he was dead she couldn’t kill him.  Shit!
      Kyle ran a hand through his hair as he watched her move down the passage.  He took a deep – if unnecessary breath and tried to get his body under control.  Damn, he had to stop doing that to them.  It was killing him, and he was pretty sure if her anger was any indication that Sorcha was getting pretty fed up with it herself.

      Music pounded through her veins as Sorcha walked the archway leading into Asgard.  The club was large and overflowing with Viking décor.  Just past the arch into the club was a huge bronze statue of Thor, at least she assumed the welcoming giant was Thor, he wore a war hammer in the broad belt at his waist. His arms were as big as her waist and his grin wide.  Who ever had posed for the statue was truly a handsome man.
      The stage was unusual, because it wasn’t a stage.  It was a giant longboat replete with furled sails and a dragon shaped figurehead.  Sorcha couldn’t take it all in fast enough the place was just awesome she had to give Bastien props for the design.  Even the staff that moved through the club were dressed as Vikings and Valkyrie.
      “Where is Ross?”  Bastien appeared from nowhere looking harried.
      “Chill, he’s gone round the back with the rest of Requiem.”  Kyle smiled, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes.  There were too many men already paying attention to Sorcha, something she had missed in the awe filled examination of the club.  Something he could not miss at all, and it had him tense and frustrated.  She still wasn’t talking to him after his last most spectacular stuff up, he didn’t blame her, Seth was right Kyle had lost his finesse with women completely.
      “Where are we sitting?”  Selphie asked Bastien excitedly.
      He motioned over a Valkyrie and told the woman to lead them to their table then flashed Selphie a grin.  “Only the best in the house for you Selph.”
      Selphie squealed in her excitement and grabbed Crimson’s hand.  It had taken a lot of convincing to get him to go with, and for the evening he wore a black hoddy with a deep hood that hid his face completely.  He was still getting attention despite the covering as he moved past Sorcha and Kyle they watched woman after woman turn to look at him with wistful expressions on their faces.
      “Yeah if only I had that kind of pull.”  Kyle teased.  All it got him was a dirty look from Sorcha as she followed after Crimson.
      “Nice try dude, what did you do to piss her off so bad?”  Dante asked.
      “You don’t want to know.”  Kyle said bleakly.
      “Maybe you didn’t finish what you started?”  Dante replied with a tinkle in his eye.
      “How did you know that?”  Kyle looked the leather-clad wolf up and down.
      Dante laughed and moved past Kyle throwing over his shoulder. “I can smell your marking all over her Kyle.  Next time, don’t leave the lady wanting.”
      “Yeah, next time I get close to her I better have my body back.”  Kyle mumbled to himself and followed Dante.
      Sorcha found a seat and the large round table the Valkyrie had let them too and sat down.  Crimson had already claimed the darkest seat the one in the corner so Sorcha had to sit in the light and she was feeling self-conscious.  She watched as Dante walked towards her but her eyes found and stayed on Kyle, his head bent slightly forward as he negotiated the spaces between people jostling for seats.  Sorcha watched one woman wink at her friend then moved forward and pretend to bump into Kyle.
      Sorcha couldn’t hear what she was saying but she could read her lips well enough even in the gloom of the club.
      “Oops, sorry, my fault.”
      Kyle reached out to steady her unconsciously, and Sorcha had to grit her teeth.  Dante chose that moment to get in her line of sight and Sorcha quickly shifted to her left so she could see past him.  Her sudden movement had Dante turning to see what she was looking at.
      The woman had slid herself right up against Kyle.  Sorcha felt the tension in her body snap.
      Oh hell no, if she wasn’t getting near Kyle then no one else was either.  Sorcha stretched her arm and gripped the air as she had when she’d ended the fight between Kyle and Darius.  The woman was lifted about a foot into the air and deposited on her backside about two feet away from Kyle.
      Dante burst out laughing.  “Sorcha, you could have got up and told her to take a hike, the poor woman doesn’t know what hit her!”
      Sorcha gave Dante a dirty look and turned to Valkyrie who had returned with the drinks.  She grabbed the first glass off the tray, a shot glass filled with Sambuca and downed it.
      “Hey that was mine Sorcha!”  Dante complained, as he reached for the same glass and had it snatched away by Sorcha.
      “Get another one.”  She hissed and grimaced past the taste of liquorish.  Sorcha detested liquorish.  “Make it two I need more.”
      “Death by Sambuca?”  Dante asked with a smile.
      “Something like that.”  Sorcha answered wishing she could hide away because Kyle was coming straight at her smiling like Cheshire cat.
      He slid into the chair next to her and leaned into her neck to murmur in her ear.
      “You didn’t have to do that, I only want one woman in the place.”
      Sorcha felt heat clime her cheeks and sink to other parts of her.  Sweet Jesus there had to be a way to get past what Kyle made her feel.
      He ran his cheek along hers the fine stubble on his face causing her to shiver despite the heat in the club.
      “Incoming.”  Crimson’s deep voice warned a moment before the massive man came up to the table.  He grabbed a chair swung it around and settled himself into it.  All Sorcha could do was gape.  It must be the guy who modeled for the statue in the entrance of the club.  It was the only way to explain the uncanny likeness.  He wore a leather sleeveless vest, all in black and black jeans.  His blond hair hung mid back and shone like the sun, even in the dim lighting.  He smiled flashing dimples, the man was beyond handsome.  Then he spoke and Selphie next to Sorcha sighed in pleasure, his voice was smooth and velvety, like a caress.  Sorcha would hate to think what effect that voice would have if he ever turned it towards seduction.
      “Hey Omega, how are you all doing tonight.”
      Dante and Kyle both stiffened immediately.
      “Chill, Gabe sent me.  My name is Thor.”  He unfolded his arms to offer Kyle a hand.
      “The Thor?” Dante asked as he shook hands with the big man.
      He was rewarded with a grin.  “The one and only.”
      Sorcha was shocked, a god was addressing them?
      “Look I can’t talk long I’ve got a club to supervise.”
      “So you are Bastien’s new partner?”  Selphie asked.
      “That I am.  But getting back to business.  If for some reason one of you needs Gabriel summon me by calling my name, and I’ll make sure Gabe gets the message, but I’m talking emergency here my name isn’t Hermes.  Gotta go.  Places to be – women to meet.”   He winked at Sorcha and stood up dwarfing the table.  Then disappeared into the crowd.

Previous -- Next
The Compound -- Download the PDF -- Post a Comment -- Email us