Chapter 47 – Options

Ilona and Cole are still enjoying the mating frenzy, sooo…

More explicit sexual scenes ahead! 

Read at your own discretion.


 

“This is an addiction,” I admitted three days later, collapsing on the carpeted floor of Cole’s living room after another bout of body-quaking lovemaking. The man was a machine, and I must have caught some highly contagious version of Energizer Sex-Bunny. I hadn’t worn any sort of clothing for three days and we hadn’t made it out of the bed farther than the kitchen and the bathroom for the occasional break for sustenance and hygiene. Occasionally, we slept for a few hours. Other than that…

“That’s why we call it the mating frenzy,” Cole said with a grin. He rolled onto his back beside me and pulled me close in that way we’d established in between the action. I snuggled up to him, my hands roaming over his chest, his abs, his hips.

I couldn’t get enough of the feel of him. Not touching wasn’t an option.

“Sounds about right,” I said. “How long does it last?”

“The longest I’ve heard of a new mated pair shacking up together was three weeks. Not that it really stops after that.”

“Three weeks sounds like heaven,” I said, secretly thinking that it seemed rather short. On the other hand, if we kept this up, I wouldn’t be able to walk in two days. But I didn’t care. All I wanted was him, over and over again. Three weeks hardly seemed enough.

He grinned, catching my unvoiced disappointment. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ve taken four weeks off from the Den.”

I grimaced, knowing it would never last that long. Sooner or later, the NSA would come looking for me. Until it did, I assumed the best course of action for me was to follow my current orders and keep up my cover of Lauren the waitress. A waitress in LA couldn’t afford to take even a week off, much less four. Unless…

“Do you plan on telling the others at the Den that we’re an item?” I asked. In that case, they would simply assume Cole had payed for my vacation, or maybe that we’d moved in together so I didn’t have to pay my rent anymore.

Since that was the plan, their assumptions wouldn’t be wrong, but I couldn’t imagine Cole being okay with it.

“That depends,” he said, proving me right. “Are you keeping your cover of waitressing at the Den?”

“For now,” I said. “Until I’ve decided what to do about the NSA.”

“You’re sure they won’t send someone to kill you?” he asked. I laughed. It wasn’t the first time he’d asked that question.

“You watch too much TV,” I said. “I’m an asset to the NSA, especially now that I’m mated to you. If they send anyone, it’ll be a bodyguard, not an assassin.”

His gaze pierced mine, searching for any sign of deception. He wouldn’t find any. He finally kissed my cheek.

“I know you believe that,” he said. “I can feel it. Doesn’t mean it’s what’s really happening behind the NSA-scenes.”

“I know that,” I said. “But I can take care of myself. And I have a big bad wolf by my side now. What could ever happen to me?”

“Nothing,” he growled, pulling me on top of him so that I straddled his waist. He was hard again, ready and waiting.

“As long as I’m around, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

I leaned forward and kissed him. “Right back at you.”

Afterwards, I staggered to my feet to get us something to drink out of the kitchen. He downed the glass of orange juice I brought him in one long draught. I settled down cross-legged in front of him and sipped on mine, savoring its sweetness.

“So you want us to pretend we’re not together in front of your staff,” I picked up the question we hadn’t fully answered earlier.

“Just for now,” he said when the glass was empty. He put it down on the coffee table beside him. Some orange juice had run down his chin and neck. He wiped it off with his bare hand. “Until you hear from the NSA and we decide on how this is going to work in general.”

Yes, everything was up in the air right now. I hated this state of vagueness, of endless possibilities, of a thousand open doors and not knowing what lay beyond them.

Cole licked the orange juice off his hand, contorting his arm to reach it all between his fingers. Just that simple act, innocent as it was, let heat flash through my body. This, I realized, this was the only door I needed, the strongest anchor I could ever find. Cole, our mate bond, this connection we had. He was the main course of my life and everything else had been reduced to side dishes.

I dipped my fingers into the orange juice I held. “Cole,” I whispered to catch his attention. When he looked, I stuck my fingers in my mouth. He froze, his eyes latching onto my lips with renewed hunger. God, we were insatiable.

He pounced, pinning my body to the mattress with his own and kissing me hungrily. I let my hands roam over his body as his lips did the same on mine.

Cole’s home phone rang. We ignored it, as we always had before, letting the machine answer it.

“Hello, you’ve reached Cole Tanner, currently MIA on a pleasure cruise.”

Said pleasure cruise was licking a sweet trail down my ribs.

“No telling when I’ll be back, but I’ll answer your call then.”

We had never left, so we’d never be back, but I was certainly about to come.

“If it’s urgent or important, you’re out of luck.”

Speak for yourself. I was having the best of luck right now. The kind of luck that was about to explode inside me. Cole felt it and snaked up my body, his skin sliding over mine. He entered me in one slick, easy thrust, and I came with a shuddering moan, his name spilling from my lips.

“Cheers.”

Cheers, indeed.

The machine beeped.

“Ilona, pick up,” Norton’s voice interrupted the shivers of pleasure running down my back. Cole lifted his head from where he was nibbling on my ear, taking his wicked lips with him.

We’d found Norton locked up in the holding cells at PID headquarters. Because he was my handler, Shirley hadn’t made him one of her puppets. When the action began, she’d made sure he couldn’t interfere, call the cops or warn me. Besides me, he was therefore the only surviving PID-agent currently not undergoing severe psychological testing in some other secret NSA facility.

“You can’t hide forever,” Norton said. “Come on, Ilona. I know you’re there.”

Not right now I wasn’t. I was in the land of system-rocking, orange-flavored earthquakes, where reality had no business encroaching.

“You need to come in for a debrief.”

If he could see me lying here naked on the floor, he would realize I had already been ‘debriefed’ for the last three days, thank you very much.

“You should take that,” Cole said, lifting himself off me. His bare chest glistened. I wanted to lick the juice off him like he’d done to me, but…

“If I take that call, this mating frenzy thing will be over,” I said.
Cole smiled a little sadly. He reached out and tucked a sticky strand of hair behind my ear. “Only temporarily,” he said.

“You really want me to take this, don’t you?”

“I’d feel better if the NSA didn’t have cause to assume you’ve gone AWOL, yes.” And yet he let me make the decision. I could feel how hard it was for him not to leap up, rush to the phone and rat me out to Norton. Who was still waiting on the line.

“Ilona, answer the phone. That is an order.”

I sat up and pecked a kiss on Cole’s cheek. “Fine, I’ll do it. For you.”

I got to my feet and answered the damn phone.

“Hello Daniel. You’re interrupting.”

“You’ll get over it,” he snapped back. “But if you don’t come in for your debriefing, you might not live to do so. What the hell were you thinking?”

“I was thinking that I won’t be turning myself in to the NSA without a plan first,” I said. He didn’t need to know why it was taking me so long to formulate one.

“Do you have any idea how much trouble you’re in? You defected openly to the enemy, Ilona. Mirovic gave me five days to track you down.”

The infamous NSA director himself. Interesting. I’d met him once, six months before the PID recruited me. With the stature of Hercules, the sharp intelligence of DaVinci, and the rank of a general, he was reportedly one of the best leaders the agency had ever had. The fact that he liked to get handsy with the ladies didn’t seem to affect that assessment one bit. Typical chauvinistic agency attitude. Didn’t mean I had to like it or share everyone else’s opinion about our dear director. Still, he was not a man to cross. Ever.

“What happens after five days?” I asked, even though I knew the answer.

Norton confirmed my suspicion. “You’re put on The List.” He meant the list of agents gone rogue, who were declared outlaws and could be taken out by other agents without retribution. I had no intention of being blacklisted.

“Not if Mirovic wants a chance to speak to the fae and alphas in person,” I countered. “They have a deal for him, for the NSA.”

Cole had told me about the fae’s proposition a couple of days ago, in between one of our romping rounds.

“If that’s the case, why didn’t you contact us?” Norton asked, sounding annoyed.

“I knew it would take a couple of days for you to debrief everyone else,” I said. “Plus, I was busy.”

“Busy fucking a werewolf?” Norton said. “I know you were ordered to seduce him, but this seems a little extreme, don’t you think?”

The werewolf in question, who could hear every word through the phone, growled a low warning. I held a hand up to silence him. The insults weren’t important right now.

“You knew I was here the whole time,” I said. I’d left all my electronic devices that the PID had issued me to support my cover story – cellphone, cheap mp3-player, out-of-date laptop – at my cover apartment, which no doubt by now had been raided. I’d thought I was clean, that I couldn’t be tracked.

“I’m your handler,” he said. “I always know where you are.”

Apparently, I was wrong. He was tracking me somehow. But he’d hidden that little tidbit from Mirovic, or the cavalry would already have arrived.

“We can talk about that later,” I said. “Will you relay my message? The fae and two surviving werewolf alphas are willing to meet with you and Mirovic at the Den.”

“Werewolf territory,” Norton said. He didn’t like it, and neither would Mirovic.

“That’s right. They promise safe passage as long as there’s no funny business on your end.”

“It used to be your end, too, you know.”

“It could be again,” I said. “Depends on Mirovic.”

“I’ll tell him that. Do you know what they want to discuss?”

“Not a clue,” I said, which was the truth. “But have a little faith. They wouldn’t allow you to even see them if this meeting weren’t important to them in some way, too.”

“You’ll be there, too?”

“Cole and I both.”

“Alright then. And Ilona?”

“Yes, dear?”

“Shut up. I’m glad you’re still in one piece.”

Holy cow! Feelings from Mr. Stoneface. “Thanks. I think.”

He chuckled. “Don’t thank me yet. From what I heard, Mirovic has plans for you.”

“Looking forward to it,” I hung up and looked at Cole, whose brows wore the storm clouds of his mood.

“It doesn’t even occur to them that we might be the ones with plans for them,” he said.

I snorted. “Mirovic? Never. He’s too full of himself to realize that others might actually hold a better hand.”

Cole came over, laid his arms around me and kissed my temple. “Lets just make sure we keep it that way, okay?”

“Sure,” I said, fisting my hands in my hair and pulling his mouth down to mine. “Now where were we?”

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