Warrior (Twisted Sister #2) (7 page)

Mon Dieu, that’s never happened before.

“You as well?” Owen asks. He pushes off from the wall he was leaning against and steps forward. My gaze darts over to the Watcher confused. He’s more uneasy and upset than he was before. He discreetly lifts his hand and taps the side of his head.

“He wants to speak to you telepathically, Philli,” Dragon informs me.

“You must think I’m stupid these days, Dragon,” I growl inward.

As if I could miss that signal. I would have to be blind or a child not to understand what he wanted from me. I make sure to keep my focus on the other Watchers, as I use my gifts to tune into Owen’s mind. Damn, there’s some serious stuff floating around in here. This boy is one freaky dude, and I mean freaky in the sexual sense. Not in the serial killer—I get excited about chopping your head off—kind of way. He scrunches his eyes and scowls, I know he can feel my power floating around in his head.

“What is going on, Owen?” I ask telepathically.

I don’t want the other brothers to get suspicious of my silence. So I turn my attention to the others in the room. “I was called to the Seer’s today, they wanted to see me about a vision. They had seen a major battle taking place.”

This is going to be interesting, trying to have a mind talk with Owen, and one with the others out loud in the room.

“I have lost my powers, Philli. I can’t do anything,” Owen tells me.

“What else did they see?” Jay asks while leaning against the wall.

He has one leg crossed over the other, with his hip casually resting on the wall. He looks completely at ease, but I know better. I can read that man like a book, he’s pissed at everything that’s going on.

“When did you lose your powers, Owen?” I ask into his mind.

This is going to drain me faster than I’d like. But the other Watchers are hiding something, and if Owen has the answers, then I’m going to use that to my advantage.

“Just before the blast. That’s all you need to know,” he growls.

I know enough about Owen to know he’s hiding something big. But right now, I don’t have the time nor the strength to try and piece it all together. Jay raises his eyebrow in question.

Shit! That’s right, I need to answer him. This talking telepathically, and aloud to two different people is confusing.

“From the Globe, the Seer’s were able to see many of us on the battlefield dead and wounded. There’s more, but I have no idea how you are going to take it,” I tell them.

Jay straightens up and walks over to stand next to McKinley. They stand side by side, arms crossed over their chests and legs parted slightly. I would have laughed at the mirrored stance if it was under different circumstances.

“Go on Philli, leave nothing out. Things are serious,” McKinley states.

God, like he needs to remind me things are serious? I know this. The problem is, what exactly do I tell them? And do I tell them everything? Why can’t this be simple?

“Our life would be boring if everything was simple. You need to tell them everything, but the stuff about the doctor that’s our business, not theirs,” Dragon murmurs.

“I know you Philli, don’t think you can leave anything out. We will go to the Seer, who spoke to you and mind connect,” Jay says with a smirk on his face.

That little fucker was in my head. How did he sneak in and out without me noticing? Jay winks and chuckles softly to himself, earning a scowl from McKinley.

I wanted to keep the female to myself and not tell them, but with Jay in my head, it complicates things. He may always have my back, but if he thinks I need to tell the council about her, he will make damn sure they know.

I feel deflated as I tell them, “They saw a woman, a human woman. She’s needed to help with healing. She’s important to Lucy and the babe.”

There, I didn’t
exactly
lie. I just choose to keep some things to myself. Like how Dragon has a strong need to claim her. They don’t need to know that.

“Where can we find this woman? If she’s needed for Lucy, we must get her right away. Lucy is in a room a few doors down and is resting.” Owen sighs and continues, “From the reports that have started to come in, Rafe and Lucy were the targets.”

“That’s what I was thinking myself,” I mutter under my breath.

Brother Owen shakes his head lost in thought and continues, “Rafe was on patrol when the blast hit. He wasn’t meant to have that run, it was mine.”

“Owen, do not blame yourself for anything that has happened. None of us had any idea we would be attacked on our home soil.” I scratch my chest and yawn. “I do not know where to find her.” My eyes half close and I yawn again. I must be more exhausted than I thought I was, it must be from the healing. Reaching up, I cover my mouth with my hand, as another yawn bubbles up and my eyes begin to feel heavy. Just trying to keep them open is becoming hard. I shake my head and growl softly, trying in vain to shake off the sleepiness. My chin hits my chest, I lift it with a start.
Shit, this is bad.

“Philli, are you all right?” Jay asks his voice nothing but a whisper in the room. “Philli?”

Why is everyone whispering? Don’t they know I’m right here? My vision is starting to get blurry. My stomach starts to lurch and turn like I want to be sick. I have no idea what’s happening, but whatever it is I don’t like it.

“Did those fuckers drug us? Remind me to kill them all when we are able, no one fucks with Dragon.” Dragon’s slurs are becoming faint.

I hear the men calling out to me, but try as I may, I’m unable to focus on anything in the room. The shapes jump, shift and tilt. My head flops around and my eyes roll back into my head as I groan in misery.

The pounding in my head stops, and I gingerly open my eyes.

I’m no longer in the medical room.

I’m standing in a dark room.

Sniffing the air, I wince when I don’t recognize the scent. The smell is floral, sweet, and alluring. My skin prickles with awareness. There’s something so familiar about it. I tilt my head to the side and look around. Green thick lined curtains hang in the large wide bay windows. There’s a king-sized bed in the center of the room. It’s covered with a green blanket and a pile of lighter green pillows. I smile when I notice just how many pillows there are on the bed as they take up half of it.

What is that? I squint my eyes trying to get a better look. I feel like a creeper as I step quietly over to the edge of the mattress. In the middle of the pile of green pillows, is a woman lying face down.
Well, I will be fucked?
This is new. Not that I’m complaining, but Mon Dieu if I did this… I shudder with excitement. I want to try and do it over and over again.

“I don’t think we did this, Philli,” Dragon says in awe.

I feel the heat of his gaze as he stares down at the half-naked woman. His attention focused on her backside.

“What do you mean, Dragon? And for heaven’s sake, stop staring at her.”

“I will look all I like. I may be trapped in your body, but come on, she’s lying face down in black panties and not much else.”

I have to agree with him, the woman has an amazing body. With her blonde hair fanned out over her pillow, small locks fall across her downturned face blocking my view of her features. Her back is bare, apart from the straps of her bra. A single scar runs down the full length of her left side.

My gaze drops low and settles on her beautiful round ass. Looking at her from this angle is killing me, I’ve always been an ass man and hers is incredible. I shift uncomfortably as my cock starts to rise in my jeans.

“Can we bite it?” Dragon purrs.

“Dragon… behave,” I chastise.

It’s almost like talking to a child. I feel his need and it matches my own, not having felt heat like this in a long time. Women haven’t done anything for me, haven’t caused me to react and need a release.

Shit, this could be dangerous.

“One bite, that’s all we need,” Dragon begs.

Lust and desire rush through my body, as I groan at the sudden need flooding all my senses. The need to overpower and claim is almost too much to bear. I reach down and pull at the crotch of my jeans as they have suddenly become tight and are cutting into me.

“Just once, Philli, give me this please,” Dragon groans in frustration.

“Dragon, we don’t know what’s going on? This could all be a dream or we could be hurt and passed out. This might be all in our minds.”

“Well, if it is all a dream, don’t you want to take advantage of it? We may never be able to claim a woman as perfect like her. Why not enjoy the pleasure when we can? You can’t tell me you don’t desire her as much as I do? You’re hard and I can feel your need. Your need and mine are connected, remember?”

Dragon has a point, but I’ve never been one to take without knowing her. Call me old-fashioned, but I don’t believe in hooking up for… what do the kids call it these days? Ah, yes, a one night stand, and most importantly I can’t take without knowing it’s what she wants as well.

“Stop thinking, Philli, for once, give in. Just once, that’s all I’m asking. Please Philli, we need this.”

The heat is too strong to deny, there’s something about this woman that makes my desire run hotter than lava. Fuck it, if it is a dream, I have nothing to lose. My confidence grows as I reach down and untie my laces, remove my boots, kick them to the floor, and begin to sneak up to the end of the bed.

“That’s my boy,” Dragon growls in approval. “We will have her tonight,” he hums excitedly.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this tired before. I’ve just finished an almost twenty-four-hour shift at the hospital. I was that exhausted that when I came home, I stripped off my uniform and jumped straight into bed without even showering.

Waking with a start, when I hear the sounds of what can only be described as a low growl. It has to be that damn cat from next door again, that pussy is always breaking into my home. Okay, so it might just be my fault for leaving a few windows open. But come on, that cat should know better. I roll over and almost die in complete shock when I come face to face with the man from my dreams.

“Roll back over onto your stomach.” The order caresses along my skin like a lover’s touch. God, just the sound of his voice has me wet and wanting. He’s never spoken in my dreams before. I thought just looking at him was amazing. But dear God, his voice… mmm, that could make a nun sit up and pay attention. The fact he’s spoken makes my nerves rise. This feels too real, not like the dreams I’ve had before.

“I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but you need to leave right now,” I tell him.

I sit up and lean across the bed, grabbing for the pistol I keep in the top drawer of my bedside table.

“I won’t tell you again, roll over.”

My whole body shivers with the impact of his voice. I’ve been dreaming of this man for months now, so to have him in my room has me sitting on eggshells. Not once, have I dreamt that he was in my room, we’ve always been on a sandy beach with a forest set behind us.

“And you underestimate who you’re talking with, I won’t hesitate to shoot you right between your eyes,” I growl raising the pistol and taking aim.

The male makes no move to back out of the room. He stands before me and puffs his chest out while widening his stance. My gaze is drawn to the incredible width of his shoulders, he’s solid, but not in an over-muscly way. He stands before me clear, not hidden in a mass of clouds or blurred vision. I shake my head and chastise myself, needing to stop thinking of him naked and start thinking of him as the intruder that he clearly is.

“I told you to leave,” I tell him with more authority.

My fingers tremble on the trigger. I’ve always been so steady, ready to strike in a moment’s notice. But not tonight, tonight I’m disgusted to learn that my hands shake and a simple tilt of this stranger's lips can disarm me.

“It would be in your best interest to leave right this minute,” I say evenly.

I need to try and keep the desire from showing in my voice and giving me away. As if reading my mind, the man takes a deep breath and smells the air.

“I can smell your desire for me, ma petite. I bet if I walked over and touched your panties, they would be dripping wet...” he sniffs the air again and shivers, “…and it only makes me want you more.”

Oh, heavens above, he wants me? I couldn’t have heard him correctly.

Why does only the sound of his voice have me wanting more? I should be ashamed that he’s talking to me in such a crass manner. But if I’m being honest, I like it. A sick twisted part of me wants more.

“Leave…
now.
” Even as the words leave my mouth, I know that hold no real threat. My voice lacks the authority that’s required. I just cannot bring myself to be mad at him.

“I will do as you say. But first, I want one thing, ma petite.” He steps forward and places his hands on his hips. “Then, you have my word, I
will
leave.”

His stare is intense, he doesn’t hide the fact he’s looking me up and down. God, he makes me so nervous. I lower my gaze to the ground, and it’s then that I notice my sexy stranger has removed his shoes. Who would have thought that feet could be so goddamn sexy? My eyes are transfixed to his feet and solid legs, as he strides over toward the bed.

“What is it you want from me?” I ask, hating the way that my voice trembles.

“What I want, is for you to roll over. I want you to lay on your stomach, the way you were a minute ago.” The low purr in his voice does things to my body that I don’t want to start thinking about right now.

“W–what are you talking about?”

Desire turns to anger as I look into his eyes and see his ego shining back at me. Who the hell does he think he is? This man waltzes into my home and then starts ordering me around. That’s a huge no from me. That isn’t me. I don’t give in to any man, let alone a fucking stranger. But God help my soul, there’s a part of me that wants to give him what he’s asking for. I want to please him, but I’m scared at the same time. I’ve never submitted in my life. Not even when… no, no, I will not go down that road again. This stranger isn’t like that. I groan inwardly at my thoughts. I really have lost the plot, now I think I know all about this guy. I need sleep, but on the other hand… maybe, just maybe, I can let go. I mean, it’s only for one night, right?

My voice quivers, in desire or fear, I have no idea, as I look up at my stranger and ask, “If I do this for you. You will leave?”

“Ma petite, you have my word. But I need to be completely honest with you right now, it’s hard for me to control myself. I will not harm you, you have my word on that. Now, lay on your stomach.” His command vibrates throughout my body. Oh, the way the order rolls of his tongue like thick syrup. I’ve never wanted or needed anything like this before. My traitorous mind is a blur of all the things I want him to do to me. I have visions of him tying me to the bed, spanking my backside until it’s red and I’m unable to sit. But my favorite vision of all is the one where I’m simply kneeled at his feet in complete submission.

What the hell am I even thinking? This has to be a dream, right?

I mean, I’ve never in my life had such thoughts. My God, what the hell is wrong with me? Why can’t I tell my mind to behave? Exhaustion has been known to do strange things to the mind, and as a doctor, I’ve seen the after-effects more than once on my hospital rounds. That’s exactly what’s happened, I fell asleep from being so drained and it’s messing with my dreams.

I’ve decided to give into my dark desires just this once. After all, it’s a dream, right? So I won’t need the gun. You don’t get hurt from strangers in dreams. I loosen the hold of the pistol in my hand and allow it to fall to the covers. I take a deep breath and lean back on my elbows. Excitement bubbles in my chest as I slowly roll onto my stomach. Going by the low growl that echoes around the room, he liked the show.

Mmm… why does that please me so much?

I have a stomach full of butterflies as I wait for his next order or command. A part of me wants to hear him growl the commands at me again, but being the strong woman that I am, I can be honest with myself and say that I might bite back with a touch of attitude of my own. The thought of this man controlling me, has me clenching my thighs tightly together. No other man has been able to make me feel the way this stranger does. Maybe that’s what this all is, maybe it’s the fact that this is a stranger. That just might be the reason behind my need and desire—the forbidden fruit, so to speak.

The mattress dips as he crawls and rests his weight on the edge and creeps up slowly. Maybe I shouldn’t have pushed my luck by moving as slow as I did because now my mystery man is teasing me in a slow moving dance of his own.

“I can smell your desire for me. I will have the taste of you on my tongue before I leave tonight.”

I groan softly and lift my ass in the air just a little more. I hear a sharp intake of breath and a low purr like that of a happy cat. My clit is swollen and begging for attention. Groaning, I part my knees wider and allow my hands to run the length of my body. But as my hand reaches my stomach, and he realizes what I had intended to do, he grabs my hand from reaching any lower. His spare hand comes down on the cheek of my ass with an almighty crack, making me squeal from the sting.

“You do not move until I tell you. I will give you the relief you need, you will not take that from me, ma petite.”

He crawls up from the end of the bed, and I feel the heat of his breath on the back of my thighs as he pushes my chest roughly down onto the mattress. The low groan that vibrates in the air sounds more beast than man.

“Beautiful, absolutely beautiful,” he growls louder.

Leaning down, he pushes my body flat to the mattress. My breath hitches when I feel the soft press of his lips on the back of my thighs.

“So responsive, I’m going to have so much fun with you.”

The feel of his rough, calloused hands take me by surprise, as they run up the side of my ribcage.

“Shit,” I pant unable to control my reaction to him. My thoughts quickly turn to the scars that line my body, and I become completely mortified. I try to cover them up as I’ve never let anyone see them. I’m so ashamed that I would allow myself to get so caught up in the moment, so lost in this man, that I would forget the one thing that matters the most to me.

“No,”
he growls.

I squeal in surprise and look over my shoulder confused.

“You are not to hide a single inch of your body from me. Never… and I mean never, do you shy away from me. You are not to hide your body, ma petite. ”

The hurt in his voice takes me by surprise. This man doesn’t even know me, and he’s upset that I try to hide the ugly, hideous scars that line my side. His green eyes flash with warning. It’s a look that tells me this man is used to getting what he wants and won’t take no for an answer. As if being able to read my mind, he keeps eye contact with me. Not bothering to hide the hurt and frustration from his gaze. For a split second, I swear I see his eyes flash quickly to a deep green with gold rimmed slits, then back to bright green again. But that isn’t possible, it must have been a trick of the light. I don’t understand why he’s so hurt from me trying to cover up, but I never want to see that look there again. I can’t say that I like the way my stomach drops and my chest tightens, seeing that hurt in his eyes.

It pulls at the strings of my heart. I learned a long time ago that emotions are better kept locked up tight and never let out. A stray tear falls from the corner of my eye, angry with myself, I glance down at the mattress. I don’t want him to see the weakness, so I quickly turn back around and look down at my pillow. I will never allow myself to be put into the situation again where my feelings get used against me. My stranger brings a hand down and slaps me hard on the backside.

“That’s for trying to hide your body from me,” he growls.

The slap on my ass makes me feel alive, almost free. I want… no, that’s not right, I need more. I feel bold and daring as I rise my backside up slightly and sway it in the air.

“Again,” I moan.

God, I’m glad he can’t see my face. It burns hot with embarrassment and shame at my behavior. I’m the uptight doctor, I don’t do this. Not,
ever.
Every time I’ve been with a man, it’s always been on my terms. That usually means dark rooms, lights out and with my shirt left on at all times. The sound of ripping fabric fills the air as he rips my underwear from my body. He throws the shredded material down in front of my face to show me what he’s done.

“I was only going to bite your perfect ass and leave, but you tempt me like no other has done before. I won’t force you, but I need to have your permission.”

I start to shake uncontrollably, with need and deep desire, while pushing my bare ass back toward him. Like a kitten needing and seeking attention, I start rubbing myself up and down his thick thighs. He groans and reaches down, grabbing my hips in a crushing grip. He tightens his clasp and pulls my ass back hard against his jean clad thighs. Using his hold on my hips, he bumps and grinds my ass up and down his body. The friction feels incredible. I’m panting shamelessly and begging for more. Every time he pulls me back into him, we both groan in unison. The rocking stops, and he holds me firmly against his crotch with one hand. His other runs up my back and I arch into his touch, making him chuckle. He leans over my back and reaches his hand down, his finger brushes over my slit.

“You are so wet for me. Tell me, ma petite, tell me your answer,” he whispers in my ear.

His lips brush over my earlobe, and I purr when his teeth sink in. I can’t think as he rubs my slit painfully slow. I’m almost on the verge of attacking him for stirring me when he suddenly pushes the tip of his finger inside of me. With extreme care, despite his large size, he gently rubs his thumb in a circle around my swollen nub. The feeling is torture and makes me crave more. I move my body trying to chase his fleeting touch, but he doesn’t let me get his hand where I need it the most.