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All eyes turned to Colin. “Is that true?” I asked. “Do you have a personal stake in this?”
“I don’t know yet. I told you it’s my gut talking not my head. Something is wrong with that woman, and I feel bad I couldn’t find out, but I know somehow that she is in trouble.”
“I’m going with you.” Lincoln looked resolute.
“I’m going to,” added Jared.
We all looked at him with surprise.
“Jared, you're not even in the company. There are no civilians on this trip. What makes you think you should go?”
“Because, these two need someone with a cool head in case they run into any trouble and because I’m not part of the company, I’m free to gather intel, or worm my way in somewhere. I wouldn’t be recognized.”
He had a point. Colin, however, didn’t look too pleased. He and Jared had a difficult friendship at best.
“Then it should be me,” came the quiet, commanding voice of Declan. “I will spearhead this rescue team and stay in direct communication with Gabriel to make sure you knuckleheads don’t get out of control.”
It was funny as hell that either man thought they could hold back Linc or Colin from doing what they thought was necessary.
“Listen, I love you both for offering, but unless an issue arises that for the first time since the inception of G&H, we can’t handle with our own staff, I will call on either or both of you to fill in, but for now, we don’t know what is going on or if anything even is. Lincoln and Colin will go, with four more and set up a reconnaissance mission until we know more. Rose will set up the mission parameters and I will be the one in charge of this mission making sure they have what they need.”
Declan smiled and nodded his head in approval. Colin let out a sigh of relief, and Lincoln just grinned and said, “Let’s get the show on the road.”
“They can use my private jet,” Jared offered. “It’s registered to a shell company that is connected with some of the top businesses in the country. If anyone looks into who owns it, they’ll never find out the answer.”
That was a surprise, and not just to me.
“That would take away added time,” Rose said gently, pressing her hand onto my forearm.
She was trying to get me to allow Jared’s help although as to why I had no idea.
It ended up being the strangest dinner I’d ever experienced with my friends. We said our goodbyes and I told the guys to come in the morning to get equipment before they headed out on Jared’s private jet.
With that settled, it was time to go home and ravage my woman. In the elevator on the way up from the parking garage, I pushed her against the wall and lifted up her top, rolling her nipples through the thin lace of her bra. I leaned down and took one in my mouth, biting down.
Rose tangled her fingers in my hair while I feasted on her breasts, and when the elevator opened, I turned us and she backed out with me still attached to her nipple. Her ass eventually hit the back of the couch and she leaned backward at an almost impossible angle, jutting her tits into my mouth.
I lifted her skirt, ripped her panties off, and shoved a finger between her slick folds.
“So wet for me, aren’t you, Amora?”
“Mmm. Yes, Master.”
“You’re such a good girl. Go to the bedroom, strip and present yourself on your knees at the foot of the bed.”
Rose hustled off and I went to the kitchen to retrieve ice cubes. Time to try out a different type of sensation play, which I hoped would drive my Amora crazy with lust.
Epilogue
Rose (six months later)
Excitement bloomed in all the right places when Master Heimdall woke me up that morning to tell me I was finally going to see the infamous Asgard. I’d heard stories from Raia and Shelby, but the sight that met me when we passed the massive gates and forested driveway was beyond description.
I could barely contain my excitement when Gabriel opened my door and escorted me inside. That was about an hour ago. After a brief tour of the main areas, he escorted me to the play area, where a stage was set up and all our closest friends, and senior members and staff from the other clubs stood with huge smiles that welcomed us.
On the stage was a Sybian, and as soon as I saw it, moisture pooled in my strappy undies. He hadn’t been lying when he said today would be a special day. He escorted me to the stage and stripped me down until I was left in the crisscrossing leather strips he’d purchased for me. They wrapped around the bottom of my ass cheeks, lifting and framing them before wrapping around my hips and crisscrossing across my belly, and between my breasts, accentuating them as well. They were held securely, locked into place like a belt behind my neck.
“Are you ready, Amora?” He slid his hands over the straps to my breasts and tweaked my nipples.