Chrysalis : Part three
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bookaddict43Title: Chrysalis: part three
Author: Bookaddict
Fandom: Angel
Characters: Marcus/Thace
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: only the original characters belong to me
Word count: 2826
Comments: Previous chapter here.
“Thank you Mr Hamilton, thank you,” Thos the head of the Ragoth demons smiled at him obsequiously.
“It’s no problem,” Marcus smiled back insincerely. Why couldn’t the demon at least brush his fangs now and then? “We’ll get someone on it right away.”
The demon smiled again and gathering his entourage started to back out of the room. “I’ve left the address with your assistant.”
Marcus waited till they were out of sight and looked around the trashed room. “Get the decorators in will you?” he sighed to Harmony.
“Sure thing,” she nodded. “This room needed a makeover anyway; maybe they did us a favour.” Glancing around the empty room she moved closer and fluttered her eyelashes. “Now that they’re gone, do you feel like removing some tension?”
Marcus sighed again, silently this time. Bedding the vacuous vampire was vital to the current plan, but he couldn’t say he enjoyed it much. She was useful too for relieving his frustration with Thace the elusive, but that was all.
Shaking his head, he pasted a regretful look onto his face. “Not today I’m afraid. I’ve got unfinished business to work on.”
“Ok,” Harmony pouted at him and headed back to her desk. “Maybe later?”
“Maybe,” Marcus agreed noncommittally and went back to focusing on his current abstraction.
Thace had been her usual self until she’d gone outside. Something had disturbed her enough that she’d momentarily stopped sniping at him. Turning on his heel Marcus retraced their steps to the front of the building.
*******************
“Your girl is a legend around here,” Seth Haslett’s distinctive Texan accent was loud in Marcus’ ear. “The guys on the force suspect her of getting rid of quite a few bad guys in her time.”
“They suspect her?”
“Nothing was ever proved. She and her partner Richard were good at covering their tracks. And of course no-one was too worried when these guys got themselves killed.”
“Those that were killed, were they human or demon?” Marcus asked.
“Both. Not that the cops knew that of course. But I suspect she did.”
“Why’s that?”
“As well as his more legitimate jobs, Richard specialised in paranormal investigations. Folks used to laugh at him about it.”
“I’ll bet,” Marcus remarked sourly. He was always astounded at the human populace’s ability to ignore what was right in front of them. “How did Thace end up working with him?”
“The first record of any kind I can find is when she was a teenager about sixteen years back, here in Houston. Thace appeared on the edge of an investigation into the death of some street people. A year after that, Richard Trent, a local investigator, picked her up off the street and started training her.”
“She was homeless?” Marcus asked, unaccountably disturbed.
“Well she lived in a squat on the bad side of town and had no discernable family. Trent not only trained her, he gave her a home and sent her to school. Some say she earned it. He was good at what he did, but after Thace joined him, his record was phenomenal.”
It sounded to Marcus like Trent had exploited Thace for whatever talents she had. “So where’s this man now?”
“He got himself killed five years back. The murder was never solved. Thace disappeared and no-one here has heard from her since; till now.”
Five years back Angel had left Sunnydale and come here to LA. Soon after Thace had purchased her book shop; the two events were linked somehow, but Marcus couldn’t figure out why. Of course he and Angel were playing at being chummy right now and he could just ask the vampire for information. But that might jeopardise the operation that was now in place and there was no way he could afford to do that.
Marcus smiled to himself coldly and bid Haslett goodbye. Luckily he had another option on hand. Opening the door to the bathroom, he contemplated the man decorating the floor thoughtfully. “Would you like to tell me who you are?”
*******************
“So what do you expect me to do?” Thace glared at the man in front of her.
“Look I’m sorry as hell I ever got involved with them,” he gave her a worried smile. “I never thought they’d take my daughter.”
“Of course you didn’t,” she sighed. People never thought contact with the occult forces through. It was only when something drastic happened that they’d come looking for help from someone like her or Angel. “You better give me some details then.”
“I don’t have any money,” he confessed shamefacedly.
Thace rolled her eyes at Tim who was listening quietly. “When do they ever?”
*************
Marcus stood in the shadows watching through the window. The woman in trouble didn’t interest him at all. The ritual they were going to use her for did.
If her captors, the Assiri, performed the ceremony successfully, the Ragoth demons here in Los Angeles would lose their powers. Once their powers were gone the Assiri would move into Ragoth territory and upset the balance of power.
Normally neither he nor the Senior Partners would care about these petty struggles. But with their current plans already set in place, they needed the status to remain quo. For their plans to succeed, they also needed the co-operation of both the Ragoth and the Assiri; so couldn’t overtly interfere.
Fortunately for him, the ceremony was rarely performed successfully. He was just here to put a spoke in the works if necessary.
The girl screamed and struggled against her bonds as the priest raised the ceremonial sword above her head; and Marcus sighed impatiently as the chanting and incantations began.
Finally, the muttering group reached the penultimate stage of the ritual and the priest’s voice rose. Before he could begin his interminable final chant, the annoying demon exploded in a cloud of vapour, his sword flying through the air and clattering to the floor.
Startled everyone turned toward the doorway; and Marcus saw, with no sense of surprise, a familiar flash of pink as Thace appeared; a gun in each hand. Marcus watched approvingly as taking advantage of their surprise, Thace shot down a few more demons as they stood staring. Vapour swirled around the room as they disintegrated, and briefly he wondered what she had loaded the bullets with.
Hoping to take her unawares, one of the sentries rushed at Thace from the side and grabbed her arm. Another approached from behind and wrapped his claws around her throat. Coolly she raised her free hand and pointing her gun backwards shot the demon behind her in the face. Wriggling away from the second demon, she kicked him between the legs and started toward the girl lying on the table.
The Ragoth on the ground reached out and caught Thace by the leg, knocking her to the floor. A heaving mass of demons rushed at her, hiding her from Marcus’ sight. He growled, and propelled by some instinct he didn’t understand, stepped into the room and started wrenching them away from her.
Snapping necks and breaking bones as he went, Marcus became aware that underneath the seething mass, Thace was still fighting. Having lost her guns, she was laying about her with fists, legs and knives; and even as he watched, she head-butted the demon in front of her and struggled to her feet.
Marcus reached out to steady her and nearly received a knife to the ribs. Thace stared at him briefly then turned away to continue the fight. Exasperated Marcus joined her till they ran out of demons to fight and stood surveying the damage.
“Care to tell me what you’re doing here?” Marcus demanded formidably.
Thace shook her head and picked up her guns returning them to the holsters strapped under her jacket. “What about you?”
Marcus shook his head in turn and glanced at the girl on the table. She was still screaming shrilly and irritating him immensely. He toyed with the idea of breaking her neck too, but was deterred by Thace reaching out and undoing her bonds. “Ssh honey. It’s time to go home now.”
“I’m going home?” the girl looked at her hopefully.
“You are,” Thace nodded. “And if Mr Hamilton has a car, we’ll get there a lot sooner.”
Marcus raised his eyebrows and regarded her limpid look coldly. She interrupted his plans, hadn’t thanked him for his help, wasn’t frightened of him, addressed him as if he was of no importance and then expected him to lend her his car?
More than a little aroused by the way she fought and intrigued again by her behaviour; Marcus decided to give Thace what she wanted. Perhaps if on the surface, he co-operated, he would stand more chance of relieving his frustration. “The car’s this way.”
“Thanks,” Thace kept her arm around the girl as she followed him through the alley. “Where’s your suit?”
“What?” Marcus frowned and motioned at her to get in the car. He prided himself on knowing how females thought. Thace had the uncanny knack of unbalancing him without even trying.
“Your suit,” Thace eyed his jean-clad figure in approval. He filled the more casual clothes out really well, but she found she was missing the precisely tied tie and perfectly pressed suit. “I wondered where your Armani was.”
Marcus slid into the seat opposite her and scowled. Wearing his suit down here would have been much too conspicuous. In order to preserve some anonymity he’d worn the oldest clothes he had; and he didn’t like them. In his opinion the appearance of power was as important as the actual possession of it.
“I bet you don’t like them though,” Thace interrupted his thoughts. “Wearing those suits probably gives you some sort of power trip.”
Marcus cocked his head at her and glared. “What does wearing pink hair give to you?”
“An identity,” she grinned at him. “I’m sorely in need of one.”
***************
Tim looked up from the book he was reading and glanced at the clock again. Their client was due to pick up his daughter in half an hour and Thace hadn’t bought her back yet. He hoped nothing had happened.
He hated her going out there by herself. But he was too old to go with her; and since losing Richard she’d steadfastly refused to have a partner again. That was, aside from the prophecy, why he was pushing Hamilton at her so strongly. The Liaison might be as evil as they came, but he was as interested in Thace as she was in him. If either of them acted on that interest, they, according to the prophecy, should become tied together and Marcus would have no choice but to protect her.
Thace didn’t believe in the prophecy though and was adamant about not getting involved with Hamilton or anyone else. Tim leaned back in his chair and began to think about how he might get his stubborn friend to change her mind.
“Tim,” Thace called, jerking him out of his reverie. “It’s me.”
Jumping to his feet he opened the shop door. “Did you get her?”
“Yeah, and someone else too,” she gestured at Marcus Hamilton looming behind her.
Tim’s eyes flickered between them interestedly. Now here was an unexpected development. “So where did you two meet up?”
“I was just passing.” Marcus explained smoothly, “and offered to help Miss Papagadous.”
“Just passing? Is that what they call it?” Thace transferred the girl to Tim’s waiting arms. “Wait with her will you, while I have a talk to Mr Hamilton?”
“Sure,” her assistant waved her off and nodded encouragingly. “Take as long as you want. I’ll deal with Mr Ryan when he appears.”
Thace rolled her eyes at his back and led Marcus into the back room. “You weren’t going to help her were you?” she asked. “You were playing some angle of your own and just watching and waiting to see what was going to happen.”
“If I weren’t watching you’d be dead by now.”
“I manage perfectly well other times, thank you,” an expression he couldn’t identify flashed across her face. “I always survive.”
“You are only human,” Marcus prodded her. “One day you’ll walk into something that you can’t get away from.”
“I don’t need help from demons with questionable morals.”
“Technically I’m not a demon; just immortal.”
“Well that’s reassuring,” Thace remarked dryly. “I notice you don’t mention anything about your morals.”
“Morals are over-rated,” Marcus was tired of the conversation and the dance they were engaged in. Thace had few illusions about him so he had no need to flirt. “When are you going to give in and have sex with me?”
“I don’t have sex with just anybody.”
“I’m not just anybody,” he frowned at her again. He really had no idea why he was still here. There were more than enough accommodating women out there. Women who couldn’t fight their way out of a paper bag, women who didn’t wear more weapons than they did clothes, women who didn’t ask questions or…
Marcus’ thoughts trailed off as Thace grabbed hold of his shirt, fastened her lips to his and caught him by surprise again.
The surprise was only momentary and he was kissing her back, invading her mouth with his tongue and duelling with hers. Kissing hungrily, neither lifted their heads as between them they rapidly divested Thace of both weapons and clothes.
Marcus stilled their movements for a moment, “Why the sudden change of heart?”
“I figure,” Thace slid her hands up under his shirt and toyed with his nipples. “That if I give in and spread my legs for you this once, you’ll take what you want and won’t come back.”
“How self-sacrificing of you,” Marcus bit out, irritated that she’d understood his motives once again.
“No, it isn’t,” she shook her head and stepped out of her jeans. “I get what I want too you know, and then you’re out of my system.”
Marcus regarded her standing nearly naked in front of him and growled. Impatiently he reached out, tore off the wisp of fabric enveloping her thighs and brushed his fingers through the wild curls at their apex. “I see pink isn’t your natural hair colour.”
“No,” Thace gasped as his other hand completely covered one small breast and kneaded.
Picking her up smoothly, Marcus braced her bottom against the rung of the nearby ladder, and slid a finger into her moist core. Thace groaned, pulled his head down to her lips, and thrust her tongue into his mouth. Wrapping her legs around his waist she ground herself against him. “More,” she demanded.
“More,” Marcus agreed, taking his hand from her breast long enough to undo his pants. “Much more.”
Thace looked down at his erection and tightened her grip around his waist. “Mmmm,” she purred.
Marcus reluctantly pulled his fingers away from her heated entrance and pressed his hand against her inner thigh. Taking advantage of the slight relaxation of her muscles, he stepped closer between her legs and slid smoothly inside her wet heat. Taking hold of her hand, he wrapped it around the leg of the ladder and draped her other arm over his shoulder. “Hold on,” he ordered and started to thrust strongly.
Thace moaned, tightened her legs around him again and curved her arm around his neck. Her teeth worried at the lobe of his ear and her long silky hair fell over his shoulder and down his back. Marcus irrationally wished he could feel it against his skin and quickened his pace. Sandwiching a hand between their bodies, he rubbed his thumb against her clit in time with his thrusts. Thace arched against him and groaned as she clenched around him, shuddering violently. Marcus stiffened and pulling her closer, emptied himself inside her.
Thace kept her arm around his neck and slumped against him, resting her head on his shoulder. “Good,” she murmured.
“Good,” Marcus agreed and holding her close, smoothed her hair out of her eyes.
Irritated by his actions, Marcus shook his head to clear it, lowered Thace to the floor and righted his clothes. “I don’t want to see you at one of my jobs again.”
“You don’t?” she raised her eyebrows at him as he walked toward the door.
“No,” Marcus said coldly. “I’m not Angel, I won’t tolerate whatever it is you’re up to.”
“Fortunately it’s none of your business what I do.” Thace was back to glaring at him.
Marcus didn’t bother to reply and just walked out, closing the door forcefully behind him.
Thace sighed and bent to pick up her clothes. Tim was going to be disappointed that Hamilton wouldn’t be around. But she didn’t need him or his orders, which was fortunate; because now Big Sexy had got what he wanted he wouldn’t be back. She sighed again, it was a pity, because she really had wanted to rumple his suit.
Author: Bookaddict
Fandom: Angel
Characters: Marcus/Thace
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: only the original characters belong to me
Word count: 2826
Comments: Previous chapter here.
“Thank you Mr Hamilton, thank you,” Thos the head of the Ragoth demons smiled at him obsequiously.
“It’s no problem,” Marcus smiled back insincerely. Why couldn’t the demon at least brush his fangs now and then? “We’ll get someone on it right away.”
The demon smiled again and gathering his entourage started to back out of the room. “I’ve left the address with your assistant.”
Marcus waited till they were out of sight and looked around the trashed room. “Get the decorators in will you?” he sighed to Harmony.
“Sure thing,” she nodded. “This room needed a makeover anyway; maybe they did us a favour.” Glancing around the empty room she moved closer and fluttered her eyelashes. “Now that they’re gone, do you feel like removing some tension?”
Marcus sighed again, silently this time. Bedding the vacuous vampire was vital to the current plan, but he couldn’t say he enjoyed it much. She was useful too for relieving his frustration with Thace the elusive, but that was all.
Shaking his head, he pasted a regretful look onto his face. “Not today I’m afraid. I’ve got unfinished business to work on.”
“Ok,” Harmony pouted at him and headed back to her desk. “Maybe later?”
“Maybe,” Marcus agreed noncommittally and went back to focusing on his current abstraction.
Thace had been her usual self until she’d gone outside. Something had disturbed her enough that she’d momentarily stopped sniping at him. Turning on his heel Marcus retraced their steps to the front of the building.
*******************
“Your girl is a legend around here,” Seth Haslett’s distinctive Texan accent was loud in Marcus’ ear. “The guys on the force suspect her of getting rid of quite a few bad guys in her time.”
“They suspect her?”
“Nothing was ever proved. She and her partner Richard were good at covering their tracks. And of course no-one was too worried when these guys got themselves killed.”
“Those that were killed, were they human or demon?” Marcus asked.
“Both. Not that the cops knew that of course. But I suspect she did.”
“Why’s that?”
“As well as his more legitimate jobs, Richard specialised in paranormal investigations. Folks used to laugh at him about it.”
“I’ll bet,” Marcus remarked sourly. He was always astounded at the human populace’s ability to ignore what was right in front of them. “How did Thace end up working with him?”
“The first record of any kind I can find is when she was a teenager about sixteen years back, here in Houston. Thace appeared on the edge of an investigation into the death of some street people. A year after that, Richard Trent, a local investigator, picked her up off the street and started training her.”
“She was homeless?” Marcus asked, unaccountably disturbed.
“Well she lived in a squat on the bad side of town and had no discernable family. Trent not only trained her, he gave her a home and sent her to school. Some say she earned it. He was good at what he did, but after Thace joined him, his record was phenomenal.”
It sounded to Marcus like Trent had exploited Thace for whatever talents she had. “So where’s this man now?”
“He got himself killed five years back. The murder was never solved. Thace disappeared and no-one here has heard from her since; till now.”
Five years back Angel had left Sunnydale and come here to LA. Soon after Thace had purchased her book shop; the two events were linked somehow, but Marcus couldn’t figure out why. Of course he and Angel were playing at being chummy right now and he could just ask the vampire for information. But that might jeopardise the operation that was now in place and there was no way he could afford to do that.
Marcus smiled to himself coldly and bid Haslett goodbye. Luckily he had another option on hand. Opening the door to the bathroom, he contemplated the man decorating the floor thoughtfully. “Would you like to tell me who you are?”
*******************
“So what do you expect me to do?” Thace glared at the man in front of her.
“Look I’m sorry as hell I ever got involved with them,” he gave her a worried smile. “I never thought they’d take my daughter.”
“Of course you didn’t,” she sighed. People never thought contact with the occult forces through. It was only when something drastic happened that they’d come looking for help from someone like her or Angel. “You better give me some details then.”
“I don’t have any money,” he confessed shamefacedly.
Thace rolled her eyes at Tim who was listening quietly. “When do they ever?”
*************
Marcus stood in the shadows watching through the window. The woman in trouble didn’t interest him at all. The ritual they were going to use her for did.
If her captors, the Assiri, performed the ceremony successfully, the Ragoth demons here in Los Angeles would lose their powers. Once their powers were gone the Assiri would move into Ragoth territory and upset the balance of power.
Normally neither he nor the Senior Partners would care about these petty struggles. But with their current plans already set in place, they needed the status to remain quo. For their plans to succeed, they also needed the co-operation of both the Ragoth and the Assiri; so couldn’t overtly interfere.
Fortunately for him, the ceremony was rarely performed successfully. He was just here to put a spoke in the works if necessary.
The girl screamed and struggled against her bonds as the priest raised the ceremonial sword above her head; and Marcus sighed impatiently as the chanting and incantations began.
Finally, the muttering group reached the penultimate stage of the ritual and the priest’s voice rose. Before he could begin his interminable final chant, the annoying demon exploded in a cloud of vapour, his sword flying through the air and clattering to the floor.
Startled everyone turned toward the doorway; and Marcus saw, with no sense of surprise, a familiar flash of pink as Thace appeared; a gun in each hand. Marcus watched approvingly as taking advantage of their surprise, Thace shot down a few more demons as they stood staring. Vapour swirled around the room as they disintegrated, and briefly he wondered what she had loaded the bullets with.
Hoping to take her unawares, one of the sentries rushed at Thace from the side and grabbed her arm. Another approached from behind and wrapped his claws around her throat. Coolly she raised her free hand and pointing her gun backwards shot the demon behind her in the face. Wriggling away from the second demon, she kicked him between the legs and started toward the girl lying on the table.
The Ragoth on the ground reached out and caught Thace by the leg, knocking her to the floor. A heaving mass of demons rushed at her, hiding her from Marcus’ sight. He growled, and propelled by some instinct he didn’t understand, stepped into the room and started wrenching them away from her.
Snapping necks and breaking bones as he went, Marcus became aware that underneath the seething mass, Thace was still fighting. Having lost her guns, she was laying about her with fists, legs and knives; and even as he watched, she head-butted the demon in front of her and struggled to her feet.
Marcus reached out to steady her and nearly received a knife to the ribs. Thace stared at him briefly then turned away to continue the fight. Exasperated Marcus joined her till they ran out of demons to fight and stood surveying the damage.
“Care to tell me what you’re doing here?” Marcus demanded formidably.
Thace shook her head and picked up her guns returning them to the holsters strapped under her jacket. “What about you?”
Marcus shook his head in turn and glanced at the girl on the table. She was still screaming shrilly and irritating him immensely. He toyed with the idea of breaking her neck too, but was deterred by Thace reaching out and undoing her bonds. “Ssh honey. It’s time to go home now.”
“I’m going home?” the girl looked at her hopefully.
“You are,” Thace nodded. “And if Mr Hamilton has a car, we’ll get there a lot sooner.”
Marcus raised his eyebrows and regarded her limpid look coldly. She interrupted his plans, hadn’t thanked him for his help, wasn’t frightened of him, addressed him as if he was of no importance and then expected him to lend her his car?
More than a little aroused by the way she fought and intrigued again by her behaviour; Marcus decided to give Thace what she wanted. Perhaps if on the surface, he co-operated, he would stand more chance of relieving his frustration. “The car’s this way.”
“Thanks,” Thace kept her arm around the girl as she followed him through the alley. “Where’s your suit?”
“What?” Marcus frowned and motioned at her to get in the car. He prided himself on knowing how females thought. Thace had the uncanny knack of unbalancing him without even trying.
“Your suit,” Thace eyed his jean-clad figure in approval. He filled the more casual clothes out really well, but she found she was missing the precisely tied tie and perfectly pressed suit. “I wondered where your Armani was.”
Marcus slid into the seat opposite her and scowled. Wearing his suit down here would have been much too conspicuous. In order to preserve some anonymity he’d worn the oldest clothes he had; and he didn’t like them. In his opinion the appearance of power was as important as the actual possession of it.
“I bet you don’t like them though,” Thace interrupted his thoughts. “Wearing those suits probably gives you some sort of power trip.”
Marcus cocked his head at her and glared. “What does wearing pink hair give to you?”
“An identity,” she grinned at him. “I’m sorely in need of one.”
***************
Tim looked up from the book he was reading and glanced at the clock again. Their client was due to pick up his daughter in half an hour and Thace hadn’t bought her back yet. He hoped nothing had happened.
He hated her going out there by herself. But he was too old to go with her; and since losing Richard she’d steadfastly refused to have a partner again. That was, aside from the prophecy, why he was pushing Hamilton at her so strongly. The Liaison might be as evil as they came, but he was as interested in Thace as she was in him. If either of them acted on that interest, they, according to the prophecy, should become tied together and Marcus would have no choice but to protect her.
Thace didn’t believe in the prophecy though and was adamant about not getting involved with Hamilton or anyone else. Tim leaned back in his chair and began to think about how he might get his stubborn friend to change her mind.
“Tim,” Thace called, jerking him out of his reverie. “It’s me.”
Jumping to his feet he opened the shop door. “Did you get her?”
“Yeah, and someone else too,” she gestured at Marcus Hamilton looming behind her.
Tim’s eyes flickered between them interestedly. Now here was an unexpected development. “So where did you two meet up?”
“I was just passing.” Marcus explained smoothly, “and offered to help Miss Papagadous.”
“Just passing? Is that what they call it?” Thace transferred the girl to Tim’s waiting arms. “Wait with her will you, while I have a talk to Mr Hamilton?”
“Sure,” her assistant waved her off and nodded encouragingly. “Take as long as you want. I’ll deal with Mr Ryan when he appears.”
Thace rolled her eyes at his back and led Marcus into the back room. “You weren’t going to help her were you?” she asked. “You were playing some angle of your own and just watching and waiting to see what was going to happen.”
“If I weren’t watching you’d be dead by now.”
“I manage perfectly well other times, thank you,” an expression he couldn’t identify flashed across her face. “I always survive.”
“You are only human,” Marcus prodded her. “One day you’ll walk into something that you can’t get away from.”
“I don’t need help from demons with questionable morals.”
“Technically I’m not a demon; just immortal.”
“Well that’s reassuring,” Thace remarked dryly. “I notice you don’t mention anything about your morals.”
“Morals are over-rated,” Marcus was tired of the conversation and the dance they were engaged in. Thace had few illusions about him so he had no need to flirt. “When are you going to give in and have sex with me?”
“I don’t have sex with just anybody.”
“I’m not just anybody,” he frowned at her again. He really had no idea why he was still here. There were more than enough accommodating women out there. Women who couldn’t fight their way out of a paper bag, women who didn’t wear more weapons than they did clothes, women who didn’t ask questions or…
Marcus’ thoughts trailed off as Thace grabbed hold of his shirt, fastened her lips to his and caught him by surprise again.
The surprise was only momentary and he was kissing her back, invading her mouth with his tongue and duelling with hers. Kissing hungrily, neither lifted their heads as between them they rapidly divested Thace of both weapons and clothes.
Marcus stilled their movements for a moment, “Why the sudden change of heart?”
“I figure,” Thace slid her hands up under his shirt and toyed with his nipples. “That if I give in and spread my legs for you this once, you’ll take what you want and won’t come back.”
“How self-sacrificing of you,” Marcus bit out, irritated that she’d understood his motives once again.
“No, it isn’t,” she shook her head and stepped out of her jeans. “I get what I want too you know, and then you’re out of my system.”
Marcus regarded her standing nearly naked in front of him and growled. Impatiently he reached out, tore off the wisp of fabric enveloping her thighs and brushed his fingers through the wild curls at their apex. “I see pink isn’t your natural hair colour.”
“No,” Thace gasped as his other hand completely covered one small breast and kneaded.
Picking her up smoothly, Marcus braced her bottom against the rung of the nearby ladder, and slid a finger into her moist core. Thace groaned, pulled his head down to her lips, and thrust her tongue into his mouth. Wrapping her legs around his waist she ground herself against him. “More,” she demanded.
“More,” Marcus agreed, taking his hand from her breast long enough to undo his pants. “Much more.”
Thace looked down at his erection and tightened her grip around his waist. “Mmmm,” she purred.
Marcus reluctantly pulled his fingers away from her heated entrance and pressed his hand against her inner thigh. Taking advantage of the slight relaxation of her muscles, he stepped closer between her legs and slid smoothly inside her wet heat. Taking hold of her hand, he wrapped it around the leg of the ladder and draped her other arm over his shoulder. “Hold on,” he ordered and started to thrust strongly.
Thace moaned, tightened her legs around him again and curved her arm around his neck. Her teeth worried at the lobe of his ear and her long silky hair fell over his shoulder and down his back. Marcus irrationally wished he could feel it against his skin and quickened his pace. Sandwiching a hand between their bodies, he rubbed his thumb against her clit in time with his thrusts. Thace arched against him and groaned as she clenched around him, shuddering violently. Marcus stiffened and pulling her closer, emptied himself inside her.
Thace kept her arm around his neck and slumped against him, resting her head on his shoulder. “Good,” she murmured.
“Good,” Marcus agreed and holding her close, smoothed her hair out of her eyes.
Irritated by his actions, Marcus shook his head to clear it, lowered Thace to the floor and righted his clothes. “I don’t want to see you at one of my jobs again.”
“You don’t?” she raised her eyebrows at him as he walked toward the door.
“No,” Marcus said coldly. “I’m not Angel, I won’t tolerate whatever it is you’re up to.”
“Fortunately it’s none of your business what I do.” Thace was back to glaring at him.
Marcus didn’t bother to reply and just walked out, closing the door forcefully behind him.
Thace sighed and bent to pick up her clothes. Tim was going to be disappointed that Hamilton wouldn’t be around. But she didn’t need him or his orders, which was fortunate; because now Big Sexy had got what he wanted he wouldn’t be back. She sighed again, it was a pity, because she really had wanted to rumple his suit.
