My Immortal by Storm Savage Page B

his Texas drawl. “They were the first ones down the hill. Just left their gear and ran like rabbits.”
    “No finds?”
    “Nope, and they’re already growling at the mayor to let them back in but he said no way. Not until the threat of gas leaks or other hazards has been eliminated. You got real lucky, my friend, coming in when you did.”
    “Told you it was my lucky day,” Kohl said with a little chuckle. “Hey, there’s a case of Wild Turkey coming your way.”
    “Oh I’m hearing that.” Alaric laughed.
    “How about swinging on by tonight? I’ll find an open liquor store and we can kick back, give cleanup crews space to work.”
    “Sounds good. I’ll grab a couple steaks on the way in.”
    Kohl smiled while ending the call, relieved that nobody was hurt and looking forward to a night with his buddy. They didn’t spend much time together these days, with Alaric traveling around the country and offshore with his drilling crew. Once Kohl landed a solid position teaching history at the local high school, he’d left Alaric’s crew. He’d always be grateful to his friend for the work that helped him get by during the job-hunting phase of his career.
    With imminent threats behind for now, he went back into the lab and resumed analyzing the relic. What he found—or in this case, didn’t find—shocked him. The eagle image engrained deep within the stone had vanished.
    What the hell? He used every power of magnification in his lab to study the pendant again. Where did it go? He examined the item from every angle, yet the tiny fossil had mysteriously disappeared.
     
    Standing on a jagged cliff overlooking a massive river, Kohl wondered how he got here. He could see for miles in every direction. The view was nothing less than exhilarating. Alone with nature, he felt tranquil and light, as if floating. A man came into view. Kohl tilted his head and squinted for a better look. His cock hardened at the sight of this man, which puzzled him, as he’d never been attracted to a man before.
    He watched as the man drew closer, coming toward him through a mystical haze. He looked about the same age, mid to late twenties perhaps, with coal black hair falling around his gorgeous face. The black strands looked wet, recklessly strewn over smoldering black eyes. His face was perfection and his body even better—tanned and sculpted muscles that made Kohl’s mouth water for a taste, and abs to be envied.
    The man drifted closer. His masculine but peculiar scent filled Kohl’s nostrils, making them flare with arousal. He didn’t understand the powerful allure this hot young man had cast over him. They were close enough to touch each other. Kohl reached out and fingered the hard nipples, utterly intrigued by the nipple piercings. Goosebumps erupted on the man’s skin at Kohl’s touch. His sensual mouth curved into a delicious grin, revealing beautiful straight white teeth. The urge to claim that mouth, sweep his tongue through it, beckoned to Kohl. His cock grew painfully hard.
    “What is your name?” he finally asked the man.
    “Talon. Come with me.”
    Kohl took a step forward. Suddenly he was falling—falling—into nowhere. He gasped for breath, terrified. Strong hands reached out and caught him. Hot breath wisped his neck. Sharp teeth toyed at the skin below his jaw. Shivers of excitement raced through Kohl as Talon held him from behind, his erection pressed firmly against Kohl’s ass. He wanted this man and it terrified and thrilled him just the same. Without warning, Kohl ejaculated, spilling his emission. Semen slid down the length of his shaft, bathing it in warmth.
     
    “Kohl!” a man’s voice shouted. “What the hell are you doing?”
    A different pair of hands grabbed him, pulling him back. Instantly Talon disappeared. Heaviness clung to Kohl’s eyes as he struggled to open them. He looked down and saw that he was standing on the roof of his house.
    “Are you trying to kill yourself, man?” Alaric