She shuddered around him, her gaze wide and direct.Beautiful. The word didn’t come close to describing her. He wanted to lose himself in her gaze as much as he was losing himself in her tight body.
Her gasps as he powered into her increased his speed. Relentless pleasure threatened to shred him, but he couldn’t stop. Close. He was so damn close. So he tilted his hips, brushing across her clit, and then ground against her.
She dug her nails into his chest and convulsed around him, her eyelids closing and a flush washing across her delicate features. Her interior walls clamped down on him.
He let himself go completely, hammering hard and deep into her, his breathing rough. The pleasure threatened to blind him, so he shut his eyes and let it take him over. His orgasm was stronger than a round of bullets, and he finally paused, barely keeping himself from falling on top of her.
She panted against him as he rolled to the side.
The alarm buzzed on his phone. That quickly, he went from warm and cozy to stone cold.
It was time.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
It took Malcolm about two hours to drive the van to the mansion. He stopped a mile down the road and called Angus. “I’m a mile out,” he said without preamble.
“Good. I have forces preparing to infiltrate the mansion, but we don’t want to bring attention to ourselves by driving through that small town to get there. The second you give the order, it’ll take about fifteen minutes to raid the compound,” Force said. “Call it in the moment you have a location of the attack, or if you’ve been compromised.”
“Force—”
“Nope. Not discussing it any longer,” Force said. “We’re on Op, Agent.”
Mal’s neck ached. Agent. Not detective. Did it matter? The feeling was the same. Pride mingled with anxiety. “Angus, listen to me. If Isaac tries to put a bullet in me the second I get there, if he’s successful, you have to cancel the Op. Give me your word you won’t send her in if I’m not there to protect her.”
Silence ticked over the line. “All right. I give you my word.”
The weight lifted very slightly off Mal’s chest. “Thank you. It’s a bad idea anyway.”
Force sighed. “I’ve read your file. Did you ever confront your jerk of a grandfather about beating the shit out of you as a kid?”
Memories flashed back, bright and sharp. Blood and anger and a hell of a lot of pain. “I beat him in a fight when I was sixteen and never looked back.”
“She needs that, too,” Force said. “Pippa needs to face Isaac if she’s ever going to be able to stop running and have a normal life.”
Mal really didn’t like that logic, although he understood Force’s reasoning. “Don’t let her head here too early. I want her to arrive during the daylight, so Isaac doesn’t get any ideas of a last night together before he does whatever he’s going to do.”
“Agreed,” Force said. “Try to call in with a status if you find Trixie. I’d like for her to be alive.”
“Me too.” Mal checked his watch. It was about three in the morning. “I have to go. Hey, Force? Thanks for looking me up.”
“Thanks for saying yes. See you on the other side.” Force ended the call.
Mal pulled back onto the road and before long was aiming down the driveway for the mansion. It was odd that the place didn’t have any guards on duty. Isaac truly didn’t fear the authorities. Either he believed he was covered by God, or he figured his people were all there willingly and were nicely brainwashed.
Or both.
Mal parked the van and stepped out. Several vehicles were parked in front of the house, no doubt ready to take family members wherever the attack would take place. They were close enough to drive to several cities within the day. For once, the clouds had cleared, leaving the moon high and bright. It shone down on the deserted front lawn. Even the wind was silent finally. Shaking off the willies, he stalked up the stairs and entered the quiet mansion.
George was waiting by himself in the dim light, on a settee inside the foyer. He looked behind Mal. “Where are Leroy and Eagle?”
“Couldn’t get them,” Mal said, sounding just as weary as he felt. “In fact, we have a huge-assed problem. Where’s Prophet?”
George sat back down. “He said if you were the one to get here first to send you up to his room. It’s on the second floor, farthest from the left. Wake him up if he’s asleep.”
Mal’s blood started to hum. “Who else is coming tonight?”
George shook his head. “The chosen one, man. You’ll meet her.”
