Chapter Thirteen (Let The Games Begin..)
Beth felt the imprint of Mick's involvement pressed into the ridge between her thigh and her stomach. It felt ever so nice, and the woman knew, from experience now..that it WAS ever so nice a thing.
She did not try to stop her mouth from tempting him to respond to her kiss, she eagerly lifted her arms about his neckline, holding him closer. She allowed the flame of arousal to spread throughout her body, accepting the sensation greedily.
They had barely made it up to the room, the tension and sparks in the cab ride over to the hotel had been palpable between them. Stolen looks of rising passion and..need. Emotions they had suppressed since that little intimate encounter in the airplane bathroom. And long before.
He looked at her now in a new way. When she had met his eyes coming down the aisle in that plane..the 'ownership' quality of his stare made her blush with happiness. The way he held her hand, his thumb massaging the inside of her palm suggestively, making wicked little circles. His touch so light it was almost torture.
The way he leaned to kiss her forehead or temple now. As if he needed the reassurance of touching her to remind him..it had happened. His murmured whispers of naughty suggestions that made her giggle and blush slightly with pleasure at the very idea of doing some of what he envisioned. His quick grin of comradery, almost like the one he and Josef shared, was now apparent when he sought her out.
They shared a secret. A wonderful moment that only the two of them could ever understand or appreciate.
He was a little boy that had found a new play toy..one he truly loved to play with. The thought made her smile. She could live with that because..she enjoyed the playtime just as much if not more than he did.
Beth was enjoying it now. The feel of his tongue exploring her mouth, the sensuality he discharged from every pore in his body , the comforting envelopment of his arms holding her tightly, his hands taking her breath away with their boldness. The muscular torso, the hard thighs rubbing against hers so deliciously wanton in nature.
Virility exuded from this being. A male essence emanated all around Beth and she felt safe and protected and..loved. She felt..so many wondrous things.
Her senses reeled and she found herself falling into his world. A world he was creating just for her. A world of sensuality and over-whelming emotions..desires.
She boldly answered his tongue's quest, exploring..needing to know..to feel..to experience.
Beth was not timid. She considered herself a strong, capable, decisive individual. In Mick St. John's arms, all those qualities seemed so unimportant. She felt no need to 'prove herself' to this man. Only..surrender to him in every aspect of the word.
Mick St. John knew how to kiss, to share his emotions freely..unashamedly. When he gave of himself..he held nothing back.
She giggled, teasingly twisting away from his probing fingers. "Behave."
"Hey," he nuzzled her neck, his hands pushing her's aside playfully. "You know how guys are..any opportunity to cop a feel." His finger trailed over the tautness of her nipple, and even through the cloth of her blouse, the area responded to his teasing, puckering painfully erect for him. "Never mind about sensitivity and decorum..a nice 'set' will win out over common decency any time."
Beth covered his hand with her's guiding it to her breast, encouraging him to squeeze and fondle all he wished. "You think I have a nice 'set'?" The thought thrilled her.
"Ohh baby." He breathed his enthusiasm, nipping her lope lovingly. "You're killing me here!"
The evidence seemed to be there, in his tone. A long, drawn-out moan escaped his throat, as he had lifted the edge of her blouse, his palm sliding up the smooth flesh, his fingers flicking the front tab of her bra with practiced ease. He cupped a full mound with a gentle touch, his thumb rubbing temptingly over her straining nipple.
Beth whimpered her gratitude, arching to his endeavors, as he had lowered his head, his mouth greedily suckling the sweetness of her flesh into it's hot hollow, his tongue swirling hungrily about the tasty surface, his fingers squeezing and kneading the plumb orb to his heart's content..and her's.
Beth ached for his possession. She showed him as much in each touch and kiss. Her eyes beseeched him to 'understand'. Mick's breathing was labored..a fine sheen showed on his forehead and she knew..he was holding himself in reserve for her. Denying his own emotional need until..or if..she indicated she was ready for such a move on his part.
"Tell me what you need, kitten." His tone was laced with his own 'need', his eyes were fretful and anxious. "You know..I'll give you anything you want.." He kissed her lips, holding back just enough to drive her completely insane. "God knows..I want to!" He made her believe him.
She spread her legs wider, issuing his invitation. He glanced at the move then quickly back to read her face. She nodded minutely, a second before tugging his head down. She needed more quality time with him. He did not stop however, at her breasts, as she had indicated, but his lips traveled slowly over the satin of her flesh..her abdomen, her stomach...and...lower.
"Shhh." His hand spread on her stomach, holding her stationary as he continued his work. "I have needs too, baby." He murmured against her mound, nuzzling the golden curls of her pubic hair with a feather light nudge that made her wet and heated for his exploration. "Just...lie still. I know what I'm doing."
And true to his word...he did.
Beth gasped brokenly, lifting to such expertise, crying out her abandonment as his tongue melted over her sensitive, throbbing flesh. Her entire body was on fire, quivering with desire by the time he lifted his head.
He searched her beautiful face for what seemed an eternity. "No..this time? We're going to do it together..we're going to do it..right." He moved, shifting, nudging her legs apart as he settled between their alabaster beauty. "Are you ready because if not.." He started to move back down her body but Beth caught his biceps, her look telling him what he needed to know. He lowered his body, his muscled rippling with the actions. His lips claimed her's in a searing kiss.
Beth lifted her legs about his waist, locking them in place and she groaned a heartfelt 'yes'! When she felt him slide into her aching cavern. She lifted, welcoming him and immediately he began the ancient movements of love making, thrusting slowly..confidently forward, then..withdrawing almost to the edge of his bulb then..sinking lovingly back into the molten depths, teasing..testing...melding.
Beth's arms tightened, holding him close, her mouth telling him all he ever wanted to know. The light outside their window flickered on and off..in time to the movements of their love making.
The world disappeared and for a short time.. Mick St. John forgot what he was..the only thing on his mind at that moment in time..was pleasing his lady and..being pleasured in return. A man and a woman..united. Moving as one unit to the beat of a lovely rhythm. A song..neither wanted to end.
The night was silent..allowing these two lovers their moment. The moon looked down benignly, the wind held it's song..the Earth moved smoothly through time. As time..stood still for Beth Turner and Mick St. John.
Josef Kostan tried the number again for the hundredth time. He listened to the sound of the 'busy signal'. He clicked the phone shut then..threw the objectionable thing across the space of his apartment, shattering it against the opposite wall, debris sparking out in all directions.
"Fucking bitch!" He growled, sticking his hands in his pockets, striding angrily to the balcony. He looked out over the ever darkening sky, the beauty of the view lost on him this night. "What the hell do I care if she doesn't answer!" He mumbled irritably. "Fuck her!..Fuck her Sire and fuck the asswipe Enforcer and just...fuck them ALL!"
"Well put."
Josef turned, shock on his face. He had not 'felt' another being..he should be getting used to the sensation..but, he was definitely NOT! "You mother fucker..will..you...STOP?"
"I get that a lot." Edwin admitted, remembering another time..another place..another individual.
"You must go to her. She is alone and..unprotected."
"Thought that was your job." Josef pushed past the being, headed for his 'liquor' cabinet. "Self imposed one, wasn't it?" He turned back just enough to throw off the jibe.
"She does not want me."
Josef..halted pouring the fiery liquor, his attention caught. "Having a little spat are we?"
"You should understand all about 'spats'." Edwin could fight by street rules too. "Should you not?"
Josef had the grace to be bothered. "She's a spoiled child who runs away every time she doesn't get her way."
"Your point?"
Ok, Josef would give him that one. "Where is she?"
"My students are watching her but..I wish someone with..more power to attend to the task." Edwin stated. "I must find out what is going on...there is death on the air. I am sure you sensed it..smelled it. Ancients." He took the glass of spirits Josef had prepared.
"I didn't know for certain what it was."
"I imagine LaCroix is making his statements." Edwin nurtured the drink in his hands, admiring the color and texture. "If he needs assistance, I wish to be there to offer my aid."
"I can handle an Enforcer or two...I cannot handle..several."
"That is why my students are about." Edwin nodded. "They are really quite good at what they do. But, I think the danger has passed except for a straggling few that might crawl from the woodwork. More important matters grasp everyone's attention now."
"And..Althea?" Josef hated swallowing his pride, having to ask. But..he had to know too.
"The same..more's the pity." Edwin smiled. "She is licking her wounds."
"Did you hurt her?"
"She...hurt me." The being's smile widened. "The bitch."
Josef relaxed. "She grows on you..sorta like..fungus."
Edwin drank from the glass, savoring the taste. "Do you desire her?" It was clear..that had been a question the ENFORCER had not wanted to ask.
"Not like you do, no." Josef was no fool when it came to..well, most things, actually. "Do you consider it a weakness?"
"It IS a weakness." Edwin snapped then..settled. "One to which, I have no intension of succumbing."
Josef studied the male. "I think you already have."
"Move carefully, Fledgling." Edwin warned, his eyes cooling by degrees. "I will allow you much because..she favors you. Do not disrespect me. It would be..unwise."
Josef grinned at the being. "Fledgling..haven't been called that since..Sabien. God, I miss that woman!"
"She is still around..if LaCroix has not ended her existence as well." Edwin sighed. "I grow weary of all this..stupidity. My home is beginning to call out to me."
"A little peace and quiet would not be..unwelcome, would it..which brings to mind. If that is your goal..why Althea? Chaos and turmoil follow that female where ever she goes. You didn't notice?"
"I can handle chaos and turmoil..it is a refreshing change from..how I exist." Edwin put the drink aside. "You will watch over her?"
"I will." Josef nodded. "I can help...with the other, if need be."
Edwin nodded in return. "I will not hesitate to ask, then." He handed a piece of paper over. "She is here. Do not share the information with anyone else..especially her Sire..until I have had a chance to..calm his temperament? Yes?"
"Understood." Josef tucked the address into his jacket pocket. He watched the other being preparing to take his leave. "..And...thanks for.." He halted, unable to continue.
Fortunately, he did not have to with his individual. Edwin said nothing, but..Josef knew, that the Enforcer instinctively had understood all about..pride.