Page 17 of Blood and Bone

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Page 17 of Blood and Bone

“I mean it! I can’t!” Eoghan nearly shouted. “I’m going to come if you don’t stop.” He clawed at his scalp, unable to grasp any of the hair on his head. It was curly but he kept it very short, barely a half inch long, impossible to grab onto.

He repositioned himself in bed so that he could take the head of Eoghan’s cock into his mouth even as he grabbed his own. Eoghan had been steadily leaking, leaving a small puddle on his belly which filled Ari’s nostrils with the tangy scent of it. He shut his eyes as he jacked his own cock, feeling his climax approaching in the small of his back as he swallowed around his cock. Using his throat muscles seemed to be the last straw for Eoghan because his lover let out a strangled scream followed by a burst of precome landing on his tongue as precursor to his own orgasm. The taste, the scent, the sounds, and the way he moved beneath him, thrusting hard into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat signaled his imminent release.

Sure enough, Eoghan’s cock throbbed between his lips and a second later his come jetted up the shaft as he emptied his hot load into his mouth, nearly drowning him; he tried his best to swallow it all so he wouldn’t choke. His own answering cry as he shot his wad onto the bedsheets made his entire body shake and shudder until his knees were so weak he had to pull off Eoghan’s cock and drop to the bed. He lay there panting,eyes closed, hand firmly grasping onto Eoghan’s thigh to keep him close until he finally drifted back to sleep.

After what felt like only seconds later, he shot off the bed in alarm, reflexively grabbing his weapon from the nightstand as the smoke alarm somewhere outside in the corridor went off. He glanced around frantically for just a second, hearing a loud thud, then searched the bed for where Eoghan had been curled around him. He was gone.

“Eoghan!” he called out in the darkness.

“Over here,” came the disgusted voice from the other side of the bed.

Ari rushed around the foot of the bed until he could see Eoghan sitting naked on his ass as the fire alarm blared outside in the hallway. The look on his face couldn’t have been more outraged.

“False alarm,” sounded from the hallway.

“Put your Glock away,” he growled before reaching up and scrubbing a hand over his face.

When Ari started laughing, it took him way too long to stop.

Chapter Five

Two hours later, Ari and Eoghan pulled into the very same parking lot where they’d been the night before when they’d lightheartedly and exhaustedly enjoyed an adult beverage, a nice meal, and a delicious dessert.

Right now, though, Ari was in no mood to exchange pleasantries with Joe Two Trees, the tribal police chief. He’d spent the better part of the last hour trying to find someone to shut off the horrid alarm. The smoke alarm, which had been hard wired to a switch accessible only in the basement, brought all the Embassy Suites second floor patrons out of their rooms in their underwear at six in the morning. He’d almost felt bad for flashing a U.S. Marshals star and verbally batting the pimply night clerk on the ears for falling asleep at the desk, oblivious to the smoke alarm blaring on the second floor.

Not to mention the fact that seeing a three-hundred-pound man dressed only in dinosaur skivvies and a single, dirty tube sock had ruined his fantasy life…at least until Eoghan’s manties managed to replace that image.

As they climbed out of the Charger, coffee in hand, Ari was ready for battle. If this Two Trees guy turned out to be a pain or gave them attitude, he was going to go ballistic. Eoghan had practiced restraint, urging him to put aside his irritation this “beautiful, bright, mountain day,” and be a human among others—most of them non-human—since they would presumably be seeing a hell of a lot more shifters than usual on the rez. Eoghan was way too perky after their morning sex.

An older model, olive green Chevy Blazer drove into the parking lot right at nine, and Ari noted the Tribal Police emblem painted onto the truck’s door. There were two men inside, both young with black hair, one long and in a thick braid down his back. As they parked beside the Charger and climbed out, Ari noted they wore dusty boots and sidearms similar to their own, standard police issue Glocks. Though, neither man was as tall as Ari—most men weren’t—they appeared to have nice physiques and clearly kept themselves in shape.

Though Ari hadn’t seen a lot of shifters, he assumed these men were, and when the taller of the two turned toward the sun at just the right angle, he spotted it. The tiniest glow of violet circled each black pupil in the man’s eyes. During a case last month where they’d put a German Shepard shifter into WITSEC, Ari had first seen the violet in the irises. In that case, the shifter had been in dog form, refusing to shift back until he knew he was safely ensconced in his new home. But during those brief moments of daylight before the sun set, Ari had spotted the same shade. Once it had gotten dark, the violet had glowed brightly. He remembered thinking how eerie it was and whether shifters had a way to turn it off so that humans wouldn’t become suspicious. He kept forgetting to ask Eoghan.

“Deputy Marshal Sapphire?” the taller of the two police officers asked.

Eoghan stepped forward. “Hi there,” he said, shaking the man’s hand. “I’m Sapphire and this is my partner, Deputy Marshal Brown.”

“Joe Two Trees, Chief of Police,” the man said. “This is Alo Uwaite, my deputy.”

“Nice to meet you both,” Ari said, shaking hands too.

“It isn’t often we meet anyone from the I.S.R. but this disappearance is concerning which is the only reason I called,” Two Trees said. He held out a brown folder and Eoghan flipped it open to reveal the same mugshots they’d seen of Riversong Wilkins and Jack Vandross.

Eoghan nodded. “Yes, we’ve seen these photos and also read up on the situation which made them fugitives from justice back then. My former partner and I were the ones assigned the case a few years ago. We were the marshals who arrested them as they headed to the Oregon border.”

“Oh? So, you met with the Redding vampire clan’s tribal police at that time?”

“Yes,” Eoghan said. “They wanted themofftheir reservation and well away from their citizens before anyone got hungry enough to notice. Neither of them admitted why they’d been stupid enough to venture onto a vampire clan’s rez to begin with, but after meeting Vandross, I’m pretty sure that came naturally to the man.”

Two Trees smirked and then punctuated it with a nod. “They never explained it to us either. We figured they were on the run and got disoriented. Whatever their reasons, that situation…with the kids and all…could have turned very ugly.”

“Indeed,” Eoghan said soberly. “So, would it be okay with you if we check out Riversong’s house?”

“We already went through it,” Uwaite practically growled. “Don’t see what two humans are gonna find that we didn’t.” The sneer in his tone left no doubt that it was meant to be a verbal slap in the face.

Ari wondered what kind of shifter the deputy was even as he watched the chief turn and glare at him. He said something in a native tongue. It was short and blunt. Whatever he’d said, silenced the deputy as he shut his mouth, screwing it into a tight-lipped sneer just before he broke eye contact and crossedhis arms, looking off toward a mountain range in the distance. He ground his teeth so loudly, Ari was sure they’d crack from the abuse.

“We have no problem taking you out there,” Two Trees said. “I’d have given you the address to meet us there, but the road signs aren’t well marked on the reservation, and neither are the houses.”




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