When he starts thrusting himself against me, his hips rocking just right, I know I’ve hooked him. I let out a sexy, low moan and wiggle, trying to get one of my legs between his. The moment his thigh makes contact with my clit—even through my layers of clothing—I gasp. My body thrums, and I can’t help but to take advantage of the position as I rock and massage myself. When he drops his head down toward my neck as we writhe together, I know the time has come to make a move. Shimmying into position while he’s lost in our movements, I bring my knee up into his manhood once more.
Poor sap. Who falls for that twice in one night?
When he grunts in pain, I wrench one wrist free from his grip and push him off to one side of me. Sliding out from under him, I work to free my other hand. It’s the one that holds the knife. Getting a little momentum, I fling the knife away from us and, in a twist I didn’t see coming, he releases me.
I slip away as Tylin rolls onto his back and cups his balls, groaning. He peeks up at me and starts laughing.Laughing.The guy just got his balls busted—twice—and he’s fucking laughing. Narrowing my eyes, I cross my arms over my chest and wait for the little mental breakdown he’s going through to end.
“I should have learned my lesson the first time.” He sits up, his features turning back to that heavy, serious look, giving me emotional whiplash. He seems to have recovered from the hit he took rather quickly.
“Now who’s the rookie?” I give him a little smirk, happy I bested him. Needing a little more distance between us before he gets to his feet, I take a few steps back.
“You are.” A new voice causes shivers to run down my spine. It’s dark and gravelly, deadly, and definitely not Tylin’s.
I tense, ready to spin around when I feel the cold, unmistakable feeling of metal against my throat. I freeze, not daring to make a move. Swallowing, I feel the sharp edge of the blade teasing my carotid artery.
“Fuck.”
Three
Gone in Sixty
At this point,you probably think I’m not the deadly assassin I say I am. I’ve been distracted by cock stroking, gravelly voices, and I’ve been caught off guard twice in less than ten minutes. Not my finest hour, I’ll admit.
But the night is still alive with possibilities.
And when the night ends, someone may die.
It won’t fucking be me.
I’ve been trained not to use my powers unless backed into a corner. Never draw unwanted attention to the Lifeless League.
But Tylin already knows and whoever’s holding my life in their hands, knows more than he should. It’s now or never.
A shaking feeling swirls within me and I release it without thought. The room quivers. The lights flicker, teasing the shadows until it fades out entirely. The white glow emitting from my palms is the only indication I’m the source of the mysterious power.
Darkness washes over the room and Tylin takes a single step closer to me before time itself halts.
A smile tilts my lips as I hold his confused gaze. It’s still there. Time still exists. I am not a god after all; only someone who’s been trained to use the spaces within the line of time, someone able to force her power into it.
What’s even better? Tylin knows. I see it in his watchful but unblinking eyes. I step out of my attackers embrace. His arms remain held in place without anyone to clutch on to. The black fabric of the face mask that covers the lower half of my features is the only thing that hides my identity. My hood fell off long ago, revealing my silky dark hair in long, messy waves.
I peek back at the man behind me. My stomach sinks as I realize he was next on my list. Just like Tylin and myself, the mark is right there against his throat.
I hate this. I’m not weak but I’ve never felt more unsure of myself than I do right now. The other man, Rory Durdin, has a similar but larger overbearing build to Tylin. His hair is short, blending in with the neatly trimmed beard that lines his square jaw.
Tylin and Rory would be easy to finish off right now. I check the silver timepiece hanging from my hip. It’s worn from the all the years I’ve held it just like this. It was once a shining gift from my leader. It doesn’t hold power like I do but it does seem to be unaffected by my abilities. The soft ticking of its mechanics fills the silence.
Sixty seconds is all I hold the power to manipulate. I have another thirty seconds left to decide their fate.
It isn’t enough time to decide much.
It is enough time to flee. Which I hate. I meanhate. It kills me that the thought is even crossing my mind. My gaze falls to the low way Tylin’s jeans are slung across his narrow hips. He insinuated his mark was there.
He acts like his dick itself is marked.
As if it’s big enough. Someone give this man a reality check.
But still, I can’t help but take a step closer to him. My throat goes dry as my fingers raise between us.
