Lindsey dug deep, years ago deep, remembering her ability of getting into someone else’s skin and becoming them. Her drama professor, Mr. Banter, gave her the best theatrical parts and was shocked when she didn’t continue in a career of acting. She would give her best performance yet with Smoke, one that would have nominated her best actress of the century and made her professor glow with pride. She needed Smoke believing remnants of the drug he’d given her still remained. She couldn’t afford another dose if she planned on saving Olivia.
Lindsey held her thoughts together…calling in what was required, all about Smoke, big and strong, she was his and he was hers. She built a wall around those thoughts, so nothing else would accidently sneak in, giving her away.
“I’ll strike a bargain with you.”
“What bargain?” Smoke spat. “Your friend will die of the madness, you know that.” Lindsey saw an array of jars on the ground beside Smoke. He opened one, delved his fingers deep into the gel-like substance and slathered Olivia’s crevice with it. Her hips stopped their rhythmic movement, arching her limited distance into his fingers. Lindsey watched him drive two fingers in and out of Olivia’s passage.
“With this drug, she won’t be able to give you information. So, I will keep my friend stimulated and she’ll make it through this drug trip you’ve sent her on. Afterwards, then you’ll get your information. But, if I do this, you will owe me.”
“I will owe you nothing. You’re lucky you’re still alive.” He pulled his fingers from Olivia and opened another jar, dabbing out a finger full of thicker cream. With his palms he separated Olivia’s butt cheeks, and blew his breath at her tight back entrance. She cried out. He separated her cheeks further and circled her puckered ring with his finger full of cream.
“I’m dead to those I love now, so I have no life. My bargain is keeping Olivia alive so you’ll get your information from her, but she will not bear your mark. She already wears a mark.”
Smoke laughed. “I know whose mark she wears. Why do you think she’s here?”
“Why did you take her?”
“To hurt him, make him vulnerable and discredit him, but mostly to make him pay.”
“Are you talking about making Chance pay?”
Smoke ignored her.
“If I do not mark her, you will uphold your mark.” His face grew serious. “I recognize your lover’s scent. It wouldn’t be hard ridding the earth of him if you have second thoughts of upholding your end of this bargain.”
Olivia screamed, and then whimpered, her breath coming in raspy pants, but Smoke’s fingers hadn’t entered Olivia’s rear passage.
“I will keep my bargain,” Lindsey reiterated. Smoke dipped the tip of a finger into Olivia’s backside. He slid his thick arousal between her folds, coating it. He smeared himself well with the gel, removing his finger from her behind and touching the head of his cock at her anus instead.
“She’s going to love this, just like you did last night, like a bitch in heat.”
Olivia screamed as his cock pushed against her, but her hips kept bucking against him like they had a mind of their own, and Lindsey knew they did. It certainly wasn’t Olivia’s mind driving her hips. Like Lindsey the night before with thoughts only of Trevor, she knew Olivia was crying inside for Chance, but she also knew Olivia couldn’t control herself from doing anything and everything possible to achieve an orgasm.
Lindsey grabbed Smoke’s cock before he thrust it inside her friend. She stroked him, while Olivia panted and bucked her hips.
“What are you doing?” Smoke glared at her, one amber eye and one milky eye, both brows meeting over the bridge of his nose.
“Listen Mister, if I’m your mate, then I have the say of who you’ll be dipping this thing into, and it isn’t Olivia’s, it’s mine from this day forward.”
She squeezed and twisted her fingers around his greased-up shaft, released him, then she bent over the top of Olivia. “I’ll take care of my friend, you take care of me. Isn’t that what mates do for each other?”
Lindsey raised her ass and spread her legs over Olivia’s back side. She slid her hand under Olivia’s bouncing hips, finding her cleft and its swollen clit. Olivia whimpered. Lindsey rubbed, circled, and rolled Olivia’s knot, working into Olivia’s rhythm. A short while ago, before Trevor, Lindsey dreamed of having her friend in this way. Lindsey still ran in a state of confusion over it. She’d never ruin their friendship over a fantasy, especially knowing Olivia was a total straight shooter.
Lindsey wriggled her hips in front of Smoke, hoping he’d bite the bait, take her and leave Olivia alone. Smoke grabbed onto her hips, the head of his cock pressed at her passage, but didn’t enter. Then his hands slid up, cupping her breasts. He tweaked her nipples, rolled and pinched them, gently, treatment he hadn’t shown for the past two days.
Olivia’s breasts pressed into Lindsey’s palms. She stilled them and removed the nipple clips. Olivia moaned and panted; signs she was getting close. Lindsey shoved a hand back down Olivia’s slit. Her thrusting hips picked up pace, until she jerked into a stunted rhythm. Her panting whimpers indicated Olivia’s first orgasm. Lindsey kissed Olivia’s shoulder in the center of Chance’s mark.
Smoke continued his breast fondling, bent over Lindsey, his breath on her neck and the tip of his cock remained at her opening. In a secret part of her mind, Lindsey placed Trevor in Smoke’s body. By opening herself to Trevor, her nipples tingled in response and her core wept in readiness. Having Olivia beneath her and Trevor on top of her took her away into a place of passion, her own little dream world.
Lindsey pushed two fingers inside Olivia’s slick passage, twirling and pumping, slow and steady. She thrummed her clit at the same time, increasing pace, faster and faster. Olivia came again, rasping, panting, and still wanting more attention.
Smoke plunged hilt deep inside Lindsey, fire brewing from her breasts and now arcing from her core, stretching her passage. It stopped Lindsey, a hesitation Olivia rebelled against with thrusting hips into Lindsey’s motionless fingers. Lindsey remained suspended, and Smoke growled beside her ear. His fingers pinched her nipples like two piercing spears, creating pain and pleasure, Lindsey’s mind grasping onto Trevor in her secret place, noting Trevor’s fingers, Trevor’s cock. A moan lifted from her lips, a blissful coveted thought of Trevor buried deep inside her. Lindsey’s hips responded, slowly rocking Smoke’s cock in and out until he climaxed.
Yes, she would go down in history as the best actress in the state of Michigan, in any state…in an abducted state of mind. She would make the most of it, save Olivia, save Trevor. After all, with Smoke’s mark on her, Trevor was lost from her forever.
“Aren’t you the hot little tyrant,” Smoke drawled, sounding pleased. He pulled Lindsey up, his chest cradled her back and his hands cupped her breasts, with his cock still inside her. Lindsey’s fingers slid out of Olivia. Smoke jerked his cock out of Lindsey and stopped, spinning her around. A thoughtful look crossed his face, and his amber eye softened. Then, as if something snapped inside of him, he laughed out loud.
“You think you can bargain with me and then boss me around?” He threw Lindsey across the floor, but she jumped up and came back at him, determined.
Olivia mewled, tears flowing out from beneath her blindfold, her hips undulating with need. Smoke shoved Lindsey down on her knees. He fished around in a nearby box and pulled a bullet type vibrator out, a thin wire running between the vibrator and the controls.
Lindsey watched him dip the bullet part into one of the jars, coating it with thick cream. He pushed it into Olivia’s bottom, sinking it deep as Olivia thrust herself into Smoke’s finger. The thin wire ran from her bottom to the remote control in Smoke’s hand.
She knew the only person in Olivia’s head was Chance. Lindsey understood the drugs effect on Olivia and her oblivious blissful state of mind. Her thrusting hips and gasping pants told Lindsey that Olivia was still clutched in the throes of the drug and if Lindsey didn’t keep her friend stimulated, according to Smoke, Olivia would go mad. After coming out of the drug haze herself, Lindsey knew there was a good possibility of insanity.
“Get those blankets out from under her,” he ordered Lindsey. She moved, fast and efficient, until Olivia’s belly rested on the dirt floor. Smoke removed the braces across Olivia’s knees, and then flipped her over. Olivia’s hips bucked the air as if in confusion. “Stuff a blanket beneath her ass.” Lindsey obeyed, and as soon as she finished, she heard the click of the remote and the hum of the vibrator inside Olivia. She immediately responded, panting, moaning, and thrusting her hips high in the air. The remote fell on the floor.
Smoke grabbed Lindsey’s wrists, pulled them behind her, and tied them with a strip of leather off the floor. He planted Lindsey’s face into Olivia’s slit. Smoke pushed the braces across the backs of Lindsey’s knees so she couldn’t move away. Olivia moaned, thrusting her swollen glazed folds into Lindsey’s lips.
“I’ll let you dip your tantalizing tongue inside her and keep her going.” Smoke’s hot breath steamed against his mark on Lindsey’s shoulder. He licked it, and she clung to the walled up secret place in her mind, ignoring all other emotions and feelings, allowing no penetration. Then he whispered, “I’m going for a quick swim in the river and cool off for the next round. We’ll see who and where I dip my cock when I get back.”
Chapter Twenty
Chance saw the weapons strewn across the table of the Ops room. He loaded a collar bag for himself and headed toward the elevator. He had a strong feeling his pack was near, but didn’t communicate telepathically. His head filled with Olivia and recalled the fear in her eyes before she passed out. His heart harbored that same fear for his mate.
Before he pushed the elevator button, the door whooshed open and Jasmine, Dir, Trevor, and Jase stepped into the room. They all stopped, cocking their heads and listening.
“Wherever you are, hurry,”
Olivia’s voice broke in.
Chance gazed at his pack, eyes moving from one onto the next, his heart slamming against his chest like being hit consecutively by a swinging baseball bat. He’d kill that bastard Smoke if anything happened to Olivia. His pack barely moved away from the elevator because Chance blocked their way into the Ops room.
“We’ll all move in on two legs carrying the weapons we need for taking out Smoke’s pack once and for all. Everyone needs a Restrainer collar, a couple silver blades, and a tranq gun. Use the cartridges that contain liquid silver. I’m done playing games with these mongrels. Jase, don’t you have an explosive, a silver mist bomb, something that sends out a blooming mist of silver?” Chance focused on Jase.
“Hell, yeah. I already packed those little cherries in my bag.”
“I trust you won’t use those too close to your pack mates.” Chance hit the button again for the elevator and the doors slid open.
“You know I consider everything that could influence its trajectory. No worries. Not from me, anyway.” Jase followed the others into the elevator.
Trevor discussed his findings on the public land running parallel with Olivia’s and then added, “I know the only way Smoke was hearing our conversations was because I must have been close.”
“I’m not sold on that. He might have the ability to telepathically connect anytime he tunes into us,” Chance stated. The elevator doors opened at the parking lot, but no one moved. “I think Smoke must have stolen some blood from my dead brother, Savage. By ingesting it, he’d have telepathic access with our pack.”
“I have to ask,” Trevor held his finger on the door open button. “Could this
be
your brother?”
Jasmine gasped, and all of them stared wide-eyed at Trevor.
“God, Trevor. No.” Chance pushed between his pack members and out the elevator door into the parking lot, escaping the sudden claustrophobia. “I watched my brother fall two hundred feet off a rocky cliff into a raging river five years ago. There’s no question he didn’t survive. I will like finding out how Smoke got Savage’s blood though.”
“Well, I have to tell you, boss,” Trevor added, “I’ve had my suspicions regarding Smoke and his ability at keeping one step ahead of us.”
“Why in the hell didn’t you question me about it before now?” Chance looked from him to the others. “Did you all question it?” They all nodded. “Let’s just get that bastard and we won’t have to think about it anymore. As soon as we get into those trucks, we go silent, absolutely no telepathic communications. We’ll use hand signals or whisper when we can. You all got that?”
“Let’s go rescue your mates. They’ve gotta be missing your asses by now,” Jasmine said and grabbed Dir’s hand, leading him toward their truck.
Chance was grateful Jasmine kept them on task. This was the first time his legs moved like he dragged heavy weights around his ankles. He stopped questioning his brother’s death a few years after Savage fell. He had looked months for Savage’s body, up and down the river all the way to the Atlantic Ocean. They were in France then, it happened only a few days after his father’s tragic death. He never found Savage, but he saw how Savage’s head hit the rocks at the bottom of the cliff, and he watched his brother’s body raked away, carried through the raging white waters of the river, and how the water finally swallowed him completely.
“Chance, I’m losing myself, he injected me with something. He might get information from me. Four are outside, looking for you and rounding up vehicles from somewhere else. He’s here…”
Chance made it to his truck and climbed inside. The other trucks pulled out ahead of him. Chance revved the engine and quickly caught up. They made good time. The drivers slowed, cut their lights, and drove only a few hundred yards down the narrow road before they parked.
“We all stay together. When we get where Trevor found the carcasses, we’ll split, travelling in twos. Trevor and Jase go together, Jasmine and Dir stay together, you’ll both take the flanks, and I’ll go up the middle. Pay attention where your pack mates are located. They will depend on you like you’ll depend on them.”