rubble.
Maurice threw out his arms and let loose a thin, caustic stream in Stryker’s direction. Too late Stryker wheeled to the side; he was going to get nailed—
holy shit
.
The poison solidified in midair, the arc encompassed in a crystal clear coffin of ice, and it looked like some kind of avantgardesculpture in its deadly beauty. Mel nodded with satisfaction as Maurice cried out in agony—the ice had not just frozen the liquid, but his arms to the elbows.
Excellent.
The building settled and Stryker’s anger calmed sufficiently. He strode forward, asked, “You like biting helpless women?”
“Phoebe’s not helpless,” Maurice managed, his face white, his words pained.
“No, Phoebe’s not,” Stryker agreed, right before he cocked his arm back and punched Maurice in the mouth, shattering his front teeth.
He took immense satisfaction in making sure Maurice swallowed all the pieces before he pushed him aside, watching in fascination as the man’s arms broke off as he fell.
“Do you want me to do anything else?” Mel stood to the side, gaze averted away from the semi-conscious Itor agent.
Stryker’s cock throbbed, blood strummed, and he couldn’t thank her.
Instead, he grabbed her and they headed up the stairs. They were one floor away from street level and they needed to make tracks to the safe house. From there, ACRO would send plenty of support, if they hadn’t already.
He stopped at the door, peered through the glass at two hulking guards who seemed to have no clue that there’d been an escape.
“I’ll take them—you back me up,” he told her.
“I don’t know how much control I’ll have—when I’m scared, I lose it,” she whispered urgently, and he thought about Akbar again … and about both their pain and fear.
“You’re doing just fine, Mel.” He needed to be fine too, dammit, and he willed it so as he slid through the half-opened doorway.
He loved the element of surprise, he thought as he slammed the men’s heads together with a satisfying crack and let their bodies slide to the floor. At the same time, he felt the shift in theatmosphere and heard the now familiar whoosh of icy air rush past him.
Mel had frozen three other men who’d been rushing toward him, and by the quick, almost fearful look she gave him, he knew she’d shot her load. “I’m all out.”
“It’s all right. I’ve got you,” he said, way more gently than he’d intended. He’d have to recharge her once they got to the safe house—and relieve himself in the process, because his cock was harder than before. It would make running … interesting.
First, he systematically stripped the unfrozen men of weapons, including a Taser, one of his personal favorites. He pressed a pistol into her hand, his fingers brushing the pulse on her wrist. His own quickened with that simple contact and he gritted his teeth and turned toward the doorway that led to their freedom.
G abe was well beyond incoherent when Devlin asked him if he wanted to come. Spread-eagled, wrists and ankles cuffed to the heavy head- and footboards of Devlin’s bed, Gabriel had very little choice in the matter, thanks to the leather strap Devlin had put around his balls before he’d buried his cock deep inside of him.
“Tell me,” Dev murmured as he watched Gabriel carefully. Devlin was always careful when Gabe was tied, always made sure there was no panic or major discomfort.
Well, beyond the fact that his balls were tight enough to burst.
He opened his mouth but sounds jumbled together in a string of what sounded like low howls. Lately, there were always restraints between them, and while Gabe obviously liked it, he missed the way it had been in the beginning, with nothing but Devlin’s hands on him.
He realized that he’d gone quiet, floated away, although his erection remained.
“Stay with me, boy.” Dev’s voice brought him back to the scene. “Where’d you go?”
“Sorry,” he panted. “I was
Maurice threw out his arms and let loose a thin, caustic stream in Stryker’s direction. Too late Stryker wheeled to the side; he was going to get nailed—
holy shit
.
The poison solidified in midair, the arc encompassed in a crystal clear coffin of ice, and it looked like some kind of avantgardesculpture in its deadly beauty. Mel nodded with satisfaction as Maurice cried out in agony—the ice had not just frozen the liquid, but his arms to the elbows.
Excellent.
The building settled and Stryker’s anger calmed sufficiently. He strode forward, asked, “You like biting helpless women?”
“Phoebe’s not helpless,” Maurice managed, his face white, his words pained.
“No, Phoebe’s not,” Stryker agreed, right before he cocked his arm back and punched Maurice in the mouth, shattering his front teeth.
He took immense satisfaction in making sure Maurice swallowed all the pieces before he pushed him aside, watching in fascination as the man’s arms broke off as he fell.
“Do you want me to do anything else?” Mel stood to the side, gaze averted away from the semi-conscious Itor agent.
Stryker’s cock throbbed, blood strummed, and he couldn’t thank her.
Instead, he grabbed her and they headed up the stairs. They were one floor away from street level and they needed to make tracks to the safe house. From there, ACRO would send plenty of support, if they hadn’t already.
He stopped at the door, peered through the glass at two hulking guards who seemed to have no clue that there’d been an escape.
“I’ll take them—you back me up,” he told her.
“I don’t know how much control I’ll have—when I’m scared, I lose it,” she whispered urgently, and he thought about Akbar again … and about both their pain and fear.
“You’re doing just fine, Mel.” He needed to be fine too, dammit, and he willed it so as he slid through the half-opened doorway.
He loved the element of surprise, he thought as he slammed the men’s heads together with a satisfying crack and let their bodies slide to the floor. At the same time, he felt the shift in theatmosphere and heard the now familiar whoosh of icy air rush past him.
Mel had frozen three other men who’d been rushing toward him, and by the quick, almost fearful look she gave him, he knew she’d shot her load. “I’m all out.”
“It’s all right. I’ve got you,” he said, way more gently than he’d intended. He’d have to recharge her once they got to the safe house—and relieve himself in the process, because his cock was harder than before. It would make running … interesting.
First, he systematically stripped the unfrozen men of weapons, including a Taser, one of his personal favorites. He pressed a pistol into her hand, his fingers brushing the pulse on her wrist. His own quickened with that simple contact and he gritted his teeth and turned toward the doorway that led to their freedom.
G abe was well beyond incoherent when Devlin asked him if he wanted to come. Spread-eagled, wrists and ankles cuffed to the heavy head- and footboards of Devlin’s bed, Gabriel had very little choice in the matter, thanks to the leather strap Devlin had put around his balls before he’d buried his cock deep inside of him.
“Tell me,” Dev murmured as he watched Gabriel carefully. Devlin was always careful when Gabe was tied, always made sure there was no panic or major discomfort.
Well, beyond the fact that his balls were tight enough to burst.
He opened his mouth but sounds jumbled together in a string of what sounded like low howls. Lately, there were always restraints between them, and while Gabe obviously liked it, he missed the way it had been in the beginning, with nothing but Devlin’s hands on him.
He realized that he’d gone quiet, floated away, although his erection remained.
“Stay with me, boy.” Dev’s voice brought him back to the scene. “Where’d you go?”
“Sorry,” he panted. “I was
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