Page 49 of Bishop's Flight
“Well…” He groaned when she twisted her hips and bounced faster. “I like to keep things fresh.” His voice was slightly higher pitched.
Brigid came in a bright burst of a climax, her head felt like the top had flown off, and she felt Carwyn shudder beneath her moments later.
No sooner had he come than he plucked her off his cock, tossed her to the end of the bed, and sank his fangs into the round curve of her bottom.
She gasped as another shivering orgasm fluttered through her and he drank her blood; she felt his pleasure twine with hers.
Brigid let out a gasp as Carwyn pulled at her flesh, sliding his hands under her and up her body until they gripped both her breasts, tweaking the nipples as she twisted underneath him.
“Oh God!” The third orgasm was a shock. It jolted through her, and her fangs swelled in her mouth. She bit down and sank her teeth into the down mattress pad, the fabric ripping as heat bloomed over her body.
He lapped at the wounds in her skin, then picked her up, threw her over his shoulder, and walked to the bathroom. “Someone’s getting steamy again. Time for another cold shower.”
She glanced at the mirror as they passed it and saw his erection was already back at full mast. “Not that cold.”
His wicked laughter echoed through the room, but he yelped when she reached down and pinched his own arse.
“Remember, husband.” Brigid grinned and her fangs nicked her lip. “Turnabout is fair play.”
Sixteen
Carwyn held Brigid’s hand in the car on the way to the Del Marco Casino. She had withdrawn into herself again, and he could almost see her counting off in her head.
Two nights. One day.
Approximately thirty-six hours before Zasha’s game was up. If they couldn’t find Lucas in that time, Carwyn had a rough idea of what was going to happen.
Rose would demand that they hand over the city to get her son back.
Agnes would resist because she knew it wasn’t a logical move and Zasha was likely going to kill Lucas anyway.
The Ankers—if they were behind all this—could make an active move.
Zasha would likely kill Lucas.
The fourth move, Lucas’s death, was nearly a certainty unless they could find the boy before the deadline. Whether Rose or Agnes got their way, the boy’s death was nearly a given.
Brigid wasn’t brooding—she was desperate.
Carwyn squeezed her hand. “Remember, Lee finally got into Lucas’s computer today. That’s excellent news. He’ll be able to reset the boy’s password and access his phone. He won’t stop until he’s dug all the secrets out.”
Brigid nodded. “I’m hoping Miguel has a report on the cars today.”
“The cars?”
“There were cars missing from Gary Preston’s giant garage. Miguel was going to speak to a contact at Las Vegas PD this afternoon and get APBs put on all of them as they were nicked. He was also going to ask the casinos in town to check their surveillance footage for the vehicles and anyone seen driving them.”
“He reported the Preston murders?”
“Yes. He still hasn’t reported Lucas missing, but he reported the murders.”
“You know why that’s not a good idea,” Carwyn said. “The moment Zasha realizes that Agnes and Rose have broken the rules—”
“Rules they set,” Brigid snapped. “Rules they can change anytime they fuckin’ want to.”
“Nevertheless.” He squeezed her hand. “As odd as it may be, they’re playing with you. We can use that, Brigid.”
She dipped her chin in a tense nod. “We should contact Gary Preston’s office. His house was barely lived in. I have a feeling that he lived his life at work. He’ll have an assistant or a secretary or somethin’. That could be the closest relationship in his life. He or she would probably know his movements better than anyone.”
