Encounter: MEN of O.D.I.N. LIGHTS OUT
Ann Vremont
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Copyright ©2010 Ann Vremont
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LIGHTS OUT
He had pursued her across the room, his movements slow and
deliberate until he had her backed up against the door with no where to turn. A
palm planted on either side of her, his massive body was millimeters from
touching her.
“What are you doing?” She wasn’t sure why she whispered. All
the common and work areas at O.D.I.N. central were loaded with cameras and
microphones. The server room was no exception -- all-father made sure nothing
got past him.
“Waiting,” he answered.
“Quit fucking around. Security --”
He glanced at his wristwatch. “Those boys are probably
taking the longest shit of their collective lives right about now.”
The right side of his mouth quirked and he moved a
millimeter closer.
She closed her eyes, his smile ghosting through her mind the
same way it flowed in and out of her dreams at night. She hesitated, almost too
afraid to ask. “Waiting for what?”
He was breaking the rules, knew the consequences. An
unauthorized liaison between a Berserker and Valk meant termination from the
agency. And the only way out of O.D.I.N. was in a body bag.
Damned if she didn’t want to break the rules. Not for any
one else -- just for him. Opening her eyes, she tried to meet his hot blue
stare. She couldn’t. Everything about him was too intense. His look, his body,
the clawing masculine scent rising up off him.
“Waiting… for… what?” The lights fizzled out as she repeated
her question and the door’s magnetic locks clicked on, sealing them both inside
the room.
“That.”
She felt his hand drop to her shoulder and then his mouth
covered hers. She opened to him, unthinking, let his tongue slide past her lips
to curl and slide against her own.
And then her brain clicked back on.
“Don’t be an idiot!” She pushed at him -- more for his
protection than her own. She hadn’t broken any rule yet. He had lured her down
her claiming there was work to do. “The camera batteries --”
He stopped her with another kiss and the hard press of his
palm against her breast. “Think. You know the wiring saps the fuel cells. No
power equals no mikes, no cameras.”
She squirmed, tried to move away but he had closed the air
thin distance between them after that first kiss. “For about sixty more seconds
before back up is on.”
He chuckled, the sound hungry and dangerous -- just like
those old Wolfman vids she liked to watch. Her legs started to give and she
grabbed on to his arms for support. He grabbed hold of her waist and spun her
towards the row of half-stack servers. Her butt bumped against the first one
and she tried to move away from him.
“You can’t. Sixty seconds from now and your ass is in the
hole until all-father gets back from chasing Bastillo and Spears!”
She wasn’t exaggerating. He was risking his life for a
little slap and tickle. The truth of it washed over her like a powerful
aphrodisiac and, for a second, she thought the earth moved.
Then she realized something had detonated one floor down.
In the power room.
“Fifteen minutes. Twenty max.” His hands moved over her body
as he talked. Fingers slid beneath the beltline of her leather pants. He tugged
at the button. “Say yes. You won’t get in trouble.”
He probably couldn’t see it -- not even with his enhanced
vision -- but she shook her head as she tried to force the word “no” past her
lips. She couldn’t.
A heart beat later he had the button unthreaded and his hand
was forcing her zipper down. Another heart beat and his fingertips were beneath
her lace panties and brushing softly against her waxed skin.
“Fuck… I’ve been wanting this so long… “ He kissed her neck,
his teeth grazing her skin in a dangerous tease.
Wanting this or wanting her? She didn’t know. He’d given no
hints, no clues until he’d backed her against the door a few minutes ago.
“So perfect,” he moaned and slid a finger between her labia
to stroke at the hard button of her clit. Wet, shaking, she let him push her
pants past her hips and lift her until she was sitting on the half-stack.
Something beeped.
“What was that?”
“Five minutes gone,” he sighed and flipped her without
warning so that she was stomach down on top of the server stack, her ass bare,
her pussy exposed.
Feeling the brush of his thumbs against her lower lips she
whimpered in need for what came next. He thrust forward, invading her cunt in
one long plunge as he grabbed her hips and cinched her tighter to him.
He leaned over her, his chest against her back as he moved
his hips in deep, grinding circles. She felt his teeth against her neck, the
whispered rumors whirling in her mind to war with her soft moans as he fucked
her.
If he bit her, really bit her with that fabled Berserker
bite, he’d never get her out of his heart or his head -- that’s what they said.
She struggled against him, tried to grab hold of his head and push him away
before he risked too much. Her fingers curled in his hair instead as she
rippled the walls of her pussy against his shaft.
He was thick, stretching her until she grunted from the
sheer pleasure of it.
“You squeeze me like that again… “
She couldn’t not squeeze him, not when it felt so good that
it set a wave of contractions rolling through her cunt.
“Not. Yet.” Each word came with a hard stop, like he was
gritting his teeth just to say them. He drew back, his cock halfway out of her.
She whimpered, squeezing her ass and thighs tight to hold
him in.
Bending down, he hooked her pant cuffs, pulled them tight
and lifted her feet off the ground. She heard her sandals hit the floor and
then he started to slowly sidestep to his left, rolling her until she was her
back. She gasped, feeling her pussy grip and twist around his cock as he turned
her one-hundred eighty degrees.
Her pants slid further along her calves until she was bare
from the knees to the bottom of her t-shirt. His watch beeped and she tensed.
Ten minutes gone.
She growled. Damn the agency. She wanted to wrap her legs
around him, to not have to worry about when the lights and cameras were going
to come back on. He gave a questioning tug at her pants and she slid her legs
free.
Five minutes. Maybe ten. Her heart beat faster, her breath
coming in shallow pants as he pulled her into a sitting position. She threw her
arms and legs around him, thrilled at the touch of his lips against her throat
once more.
“I want to taste you. Lick you.” One hand found its way
under her top to squeeze at her swollen breast. “Suck you into oblivion.”
She was coming, his words and deep thrusts triggering her
body’s response. She moaned. “I’m there. Fuck. Fuck me.”
He moaned with her, his lips fastening against her neck, his
teeth sinking into her. He penetrated her skin, lifting her as he did so before
forcing her deeper onto his cock. She felt the pulse of her blood leaving her,
filling his mouth as his climax pulsed out of him, filling her. She squeezed
her eyes shut, nails digging into his skin to keep him fastened to her as she
rode his shaft, squirming and bucking with another orgasm. An ocean roared in
her ears, muting the sounds of their lovemaking, deafening her until she couldn’t
hear her own cries.
The ocean receded.
She opened her eyes.
The lights were back on.
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check out Death Sequence, Book One in Ann Vremont’s MEN of O.D.I.N. series