She jumped a little, which only made Jayson chuckle and tweak them again before he took her hand and pulled her down on top of him. She caught her breath as her nipples came into contact with the hard muscles of his chest, but the sound was lost as he captured her mouth with his. One hand found its way into her hair while the other immediately settled on her butt. Oh yeah, he definitely had a thing for her ass.
She undulated her hips, falling into an easy rhythm that Jayson quickly matched. The tip of his cock caused little zaps of lightning to course through her every time he plunged deep, and despite how slowly they were moving, that little trick soon had her breathing hard and quivering all over. She dragged her mouth away from his with a groan and buried her face in the curve of his neck, sliding both hands up to grasp his shoulders.
She was so caught up in how wonderful he felt in her pussy that she almost missed the tingling in her clit. Having that kind of orgasm while in this position was something she’d never been able to do. Until now. She and Jayson fit together so perfectly that every time she moved, her clit ground against the base of his cock, resulting in the most exquisite sensations.
Layla lifted her head just as her orgasm began to peak so she could gaze into his eyes when she climaxed. Jayson tightened his hold on her bottom, taking control of her body and yanking her down even harder, then holding her there. The move ground her clit against him perfectly, pushing her over the edge, and she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming as her orgasm washed over her.
She was still quivering from aftershocks, so she was a little fuzzy about how he did it, but the next thing she knew, she was on her back and Jayson was between her legs. He thrust fast and hard, taking the climax that had been just about over and ramping it up again.
Layla might have screamed a little then, but it wasn’t her fault. There was no way she could be expected to stay quiet when Jayson was making her come that hard.
Above her, Jayson suddenly tensed, and she knew he was coming too. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding on to him tightly as he buried his face in her hair and groaned his release.
They stayed entwined like that for a long time, him nuzzling her neck while she purred with pleasure in the afterglow of their lovemaking. They had gotten a little more intense than she’d intended, but if it bothered Jayson’s back, he gave no indication of it. She sighed and ran her tongue over her lips. That was when she realized her fangs were out and fully extended.Crap. They must have come out when she’d orgasmed. That had never happened before. Then again, no one had ever made love to her like Jayson.
Layla was still marveling at that when he lifted his head and kissed her, fangs and all. She was worried she’d nick him with their sharp tips, but he navigated them as expertly as he had the rest of her body.
“In the event that you still had some doubts,” she said softly, “I think you can rest easy when it comes to the question of whether you can please me in bed—or out of it. That was ah-mazing.”
He chuckled, the sound deep and sexy. “That was nothing. Wait until I get you back home. I promise we’re going to make up for all the time we wasted…on every piece of furniture in your apartment.”
She pulled him down for another kiss, loving the sound of that. First, they had to get a diplomat’s son, his girlfriend, and their friends back to Kiev in one piece. Then they could worry about getting home.
Chapter 11
Ivy had really been hoping she was wrong, but the moment she and Landon got out of the SUV, the scent of death wafting into the street from the alley told her that the world didn’t care what she wanted. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a river nearby to help mask the smell this time. There was still the requisite group of gawkers, however, and she and Landon had to push their way through the crowd trying to get a glimpse of the crime scene from the end of the alley.
“Before you ask, it’s not our shifter,” she whispered to Landon.
That didn’t mean she still didn’t hate this case. People were being tortured and murdered, and the body count was only going to rise until Thorn got back what the shifter had stolen from him.
Beside Ivy, Landon’s face darkened. He was just as frustrated as she was. They’d been trying for days to identify the female shifter who had broken into Thorn’s place so they could figure out what she’d taken, then get it back to the former senator without her or anyone else getting killed. So far, they were doing pretty crappy on all counts. Last night, two other well-known thieves Braden Hayes had questioned had been beaten to death. Assuming this latest victim was also someone he’d questioned, that meant every single suspect Hayes had talked to about the robbery had ended up dead.
If that wasn’t enough, she and Landon still had no idea who the feline shifter was.
John didn’t want them using DCO resources because he was worried Thorn had moles inside the organization, so he’d asked the mysterious shifter Adam for help. He had an amazing network of people who had a knack for finding shifters, but unfortunately, they didn’t have any leads either. Whoever this feline shifter was, she was damn good at hiding her tracks.
The uniformed officer guarding the crime scene glanced at their badges, then lifted the yellow tape and motioned them through without a word.
Hayes was standing beside the Dumpster with a body bag on the ground beside it. He didn’t look surprised to see them.
“Another suspect on your list, Detective?” Landon asked drily.
Hayes’s mouth tightened, but he only gave them a curt nod.
Ivy jabbed Landon with her elbow. She knew he was pissed, but taking it out on Hayes was a waste of time and energy.
They watched in silence as the people from the medical examiner’s office lifted the body out of the Dumpster and placed it in the body bag. Ivy made a face. Crap, this guy was in even worse shape than the previous ones. Thorn’s men were obviously getting more vicious—and impatient.
“The victim’s name is Kevin Greene,” Hayes said softly, referring to his notepad for this one. “He’s pretty new in the DC area, but has a long line of B and E, car theft, and larceny. Even though he has the skills, hitting a target like Thorn would have been a big step up for Greene. I thought he might have tried it in an effort to upgrade his reputation, so I talked to him this morning.”
“Was that before or after you tried to convince your bosses at headquarters that Thorn is the one behind all these dead bodies suddenly showing up all over town?” Landon asked.
Hayes looked like he wanted to punch Landon. Jaw tight, he motioned them to the side. They moved away from the gathering of ME personnel, crime scene techs, and cops, finding a quiet spot near the back of the alley. This wasn’t something they should be talking about in front of people—and Landon knew that. Or he would have if he hadn’t been so pissed off at that moment.
“For your information, I talked to Greene an hour before bringing my suspicions to the brass,” Hayes said. “As soon as I realized he had a solid alibi, I warned him about Thorn and told him that he needed to get out of town for a while. He said he’d take off as soon as I left.” The detective shook his head. “Dammit, I warned him this would happen if he stuck around. I should have put him on a bus myself.”
Beside her, Landon’s expression softened as he finally figured out what she’d known all along—Hayes was doing the best he could in a crappy situation. Hayes was a cop. It was his job to solve crimes not deal with people like Thorn. Hell, she and Landon were trained to deal with people like Thorn and they still were having a hard time.
