Moonlight
Chapter Nine
Argona stormed into the house, through the living room and down the hall. Dallas watched the frustrated drakos as she headed for Aisling's room and smiled. "Bout time," she mumbled before going back to reading the paper.
She charged through the bedroom door, slamming it shut behind her. "Alright wolf. I am going to get you out of my mind and system one way or another. I've had it with you and your mind games!" she snarled.
Aisling was sitting on his bed reading a book when the fuming drakos entered his room. He lowered it slightly and raised a perfectly shaped black brow at the drakos' sudden demand for his attention. "Yer one to be making demands, lass," he said nonchalantly, turning a page in the book. "Besides, I have better things tae do other than entertain yer addle brain ramblings."
This only pissed off the already angry Argona more. "NO MORE, AISLING! I have had it with you! And I want you to make good on those 'taunts' of yours."
The wolf began to laugh at the expression on Argona's face. "Ye want me ta shag ya, lass? Why? That lion friend of ye's not a good lay?"
Growling loudly and her temper reaching it limit, Argona jumped on top of Aisling, pinning him back against the bed. "I want satisfaction, wolf, and damn it your going to give it to me. Do you know how much I wish you weren't so damn sexy?!"
Aisling gave her a slow grin before rolling Argona onto her back, her long black and purple hair fanning out against the pillows. Pressing his body against hers, he dipped his head and claimed her lips in a deep soul-searing kiss. A moan escaped Argona's lips as she pulled at the material of Aisling's t-shirt wanting it gone so that she could feel the satin smooth skin that covered the hard muscles that she knew covered his back. Soon the shirt dissolved from his body and no barrier was between her hands and his back and shoulders. Never had she been with a man built like the wolf. He was practically a sex god!
Argona's hands roamed over his back, from his shoulders down to the waistband of his jeans. Her fingers took in every dip and roll of muscle there. Aisling's muscles bunched and flexed under her roving hands. A sigh left Argona's lips as Aisling trailed kisses and nibbles down her neck. Stopping at the hollow of her throat, Aisling inhaled her spicy scent. "Last chance tae tell me ta stop, lass," he warned between hot breaths.
"I swear to the gods that if you stop, Aisling Lachlan," said Argona, "I will skin your wolf ass alive."
That was all he needed to hear before he flashed all of their garments from their bodies, leaving no barriers between their bodies...only skin against skin.
Her hands moved over his back and shoulders as he planted kisses over her neck, shoulders and collarbone. She whimpered and moaned in need when his lips closed over one tight nipple and he sucked deeply on the bud until she fisted a handful of his hair for her body was on fire and he was only stroking the flames to the point she thought she was going to incinerate from the intensity of her desire for him.
"A...Aisling," Argona moaned as he suckled on her other breast with the same skillful teasing as he had on its twin. "P...please!!"
Raising his head slightly, he looked up into her passion glazed eyes and asked, "Please what, lass?"
"I need you," she moaned, wrapping her legs around him. "I need you now!"
Smiling, he gave her swollen nipple a long, wicked lick which had the drakos arching her back as she nearly came from the bed, the intensity of the sensations that burned through her from just that one touch branded her down to her soul. "Goddammit, Aisling!!" she pantedheavily.
He only chuckled in response to her need.
A growl of frustration left her lips as she shifted her weight and flipped the wolf onto his back. "You want to play, wolf? Then let's have some fun." Leaning forward, she ran her tongue along his throat, down to his chest. Nipping and kissing over his smooth skin, she stopped to flick her tongue over his hard nipples, giving each equal attention.
Moans of pleasure escaped Aisling's lips, his hands buried in the drakos's long violet locks. Argona continued her assault moving lower, running her tongue over his defined abs, then lower still. Stopping for a moment she looked up at him and he watched her through half closed eyes. Slowly her tongue swept her lips wetting them, then she dipped her head once again. Aisling breath caught as he felt her tongue lick the length of him. Groaning loudly at the feel of her hot wet mouth engulfing him. And he was completely lost. The slow assault on him drove him to his whits ends. Whimpering, he grabbed her fisted hair, pulling her away from him and up. A gasp left her mouth from the pain but also the pleasure of it.
Rolling her under him once more games were over. Argona wrapped her legs around him as he plunged his throbbing shaft into her in one thrust. A groan left both of their lips. Gripping his shoulders, she matched his fast movements. Each thrust moving her closer to the edge.
The drakos was heaven. Her wet, hot core muscles were wrapped around him like a vice. He should have been moving slowly, taking his time to pleasure her, but that was out of the question this was a fast fuck, he'd make it up to her later. The sound of him slapping against her with every thrust and her moans of pleasure were almost to much for him. Biting his lip to hold on, he would damn himself to hell before coming before she did.
~****~
Max was fast asleep when he saw her in his dreams once more, his gataki. Her vivid blue-green eyes glittered like jewels in the dimly-lit surroundings as she gazed up into his face. He instantly relaxed as he slid his arms around her lushly curved form and pressed his body against her. "Tell me," he whispered gently,"are you real or are you just a dream?"
"Do you want me to be real?" she asked him, running her long elegant fingers through his thick blond mane.
"Very much so, gataki," he murmured softly as he kissed her forehead. "I want it so much that I ache inside."
"Then come find me...I'm here...Vegas...find me..."
Sitting up as he jarred awake from his dream, Max ran his fingers through his hair. Was it even possible that she was giving him a message? Was she in fact here in Las Vegas looking for him? Looking over at his bedside clock, it was only three in the morning. He'd only been asleep for an hour. Grumbling, he pondered going back to sleep or getting up and looking for his Gataki. Looking at the clock again, he thought. 'I could go looking for her but where would I start. I haven't a clue. She's here somewhere.' Looking at his crumpled pillow, he knew no more sleep would come to him this night. Sighing he stood, walked to his closet, dressed in a black t-shirt and jeans with a black leather biker jacket before heading back down to the lobby of Caesar's. Perhaps a walk down the Strip would ease his tight nerves. However, little did Max know that his luck was about to change in a big way.
Roxane strolled along the Vegas Strip, this time dressed in a skintight black shiny leather catsuit that would have made Emma Peele proud and stiletto heel boots. Her long black hair was gathered into a thick braid that followed the length of her spine with a few tendrils falling around her face and concealing her large, lusterous eyes. Stopping at the street corner to wait for traffic to pass, she felt the small hairs on the back of her neck raise before lifting her head and peering over her shoulder. Her pupils dilated to slits and she cursed softly under her breath when she saw that it was Max Leon, her target from the hotel. Deciding to play it cool, she stood there and waited for the prize to come to her.
Max shoved his hand through his hair once more as he stopped to wait for the pedestrian light. At first he paid no attention to the woman who stood next to him dressed in the skintight black leather catsuit, until he peered more closely at her profile. There was something about the way she held her head that was so...familiar. Noticing that he was staring at her, the woman turned to look at him and the realization hit him full force when he saw her eyes. Large, almond shaped, and a vivid shade of blue-green just like the woman in his dreams. "Gataki?" he whispered softly in disbelief.
"Excuse me?" Roxane asked him, unsure if she heard Maximus Leon correctly. Gataki had been a nickname her long dead father had called her as a child.
"I...I've seen you before," he said to her, "in my dreams."
'This can't be happening,' thought Roxy. 'There is no possible way that he could have had dreams of me. I'm here to kill him, not mate with him.'
For the first time in her life, Roxane Yamagashi did something she never thought she would do. She ran.
~****~
Argona was sleeping contently with her head on Aisling's chest when her mobile phone began to ring. Grumbling softly under her breath, she reached over the sleeping wolf and grabbed the phone from the nightstand and answered it once she saw it was Max. "You better have a damn good reason for waking me this time of morning, kitty," she growled into the phone.
"I saw her, Ari! She's real, she's actually real!" Max said breathlessly into the phone.
"What? Who's real?" she asked.
"The woman in my dreams. She's flesh and blood. I just ran into her at the crosswalk about twenty minutes ago before she bailed on me."
"Shit! Are you sure?" Argona asked, sitting upright and holding the sheets to her chest. "Your absolutely certain it's her?"
"One hundred percent positive."
"Any idea of where she may have gone?"
"No, she took off pretty quick and I lost her in the shadows. I called SC and she's now trying to scent her out, but so far nothing."
"Well I would help out but I'm..." she looked over her shoulder at Aisling who was beginning to stir. "I'm kinda busy at the moment."
"Doing what?" asked Max. "Besides fighting with that wolf."
"We made peace," she retorted.
"Since when?"
"Since last night."
Max began to chuckle over the phone at the drakos once he realized what Argona was really trying to hide. "So you two finally decided screw each other, huh? I guess a congratulations is in order then?"
"Shut up you old lion!" she snapped. "You go find this cat you swear you saw and I'll catch up to you and SC later."
"Okay...you and the wolf try not to 'disturb' the neighbors with all your howling, Ari," he replied with a laugh.
"Fuck you, Max." After hanging up, she laid back down against the wolf and snuggled against the warmth of his body.
"The lion giving ye a hard time?" Aisling asked, his voice still edged with sleep as he rolled onto his side and pulled the drakos closer to him.
"Don't worry about it," she replied. "He's got other more important matters to worry about. Besides, I'm ready to go for another round, unless you're too tired, Scooby."
Aisling snorted before rolling her underneath his hard body and kissing her deeply, which caused every nerve and cell in her body to stand at attention. "Time fer ye tae find oot the consequences of challenging me, dragon," he replied with a wicked grin as his hand closed over her breast. Argona arched into him, practically purring in response to his touch.
~****~
SC returned a while later to Max's penthouse and the look on her face told what he feared most. "No sign of her at all?" he asked.
"I lost her scent in one of the back alleys," said SC with a sigh. "Sorry Max, I tried."
"It's alright, you did your best," he said, running his hand through his hair. He couldn't believe that he had been so close and yet so far away from his gataki.
"However, there is a bit of good news I can tell you," she said to him.
"What's that?"
"She's going into heat."
Max's eyes widened at the news. "You certain, Cat? No joke."
"No joke, lion. I smelled it almost the instant I started tracking her. She's got at least thirty-six but no more than forty-eight hours before her hormones start wreaking havoc on her system. If what those doctors in the lab where I was held are right, her heat cycle should out her."
"How so?" asked Max, clearly intrigued.
SC looked at him before taking a seat on one of the chairs in the living room and crossing her legs. "Don't get mad at me, but I think I know who she is, Max. Before you and Ari freed me, I remember this one scientist he wasn't like the rest of them. He was...nice. Anyways, he told me about another Were who was like me called 'Predator'. Like me, she was a weapon but that I was only the prototype while she was the actual result. He told me that he had played down my heat cycle so that should I get free, which he hoped I did, that it wouldn't out me like hers would do her."
"What the hell did he mean by that?"
"It means that whenever 'Predator' goes into heat, it would mimick the human influenza virus. Increased body temperature, sweating, fever, and chills. Plus her scent would be a lot stronger and harder to hide so any Were male within a five to ten mile radius will be able to sniff her out," said SC with a sigh. "I didn't take him seriously at first, Max, until I went down to Versailles and talked to Xerena Jagger."
Max knew that Versailles was a Sanctuary run by the LaCroix family who were a pack of Katagari wolves with a no-daimons policy in place at their establishment. Of course they had special clearance after their parents and and grandparents had been slaughtered by a group of daimons when the wolves were just juveniles. They took in any Were-Hunter looking for a place to heal or rest but if it was a Daimon, chances were that once the blood sucker entered the doors they wouldn't last five seconds alone with the pack, especially the eldest and alpha wolf Aurelius.
Like Max, Xerena was computer whiz and a Were as well, however, she was a rare white Arcadian tigerian. "What did Rena have to say?" he asked.
"She managed to hack the lab's database before it could lock onto her IP and she said that there was a lab operating out of England at exactly the same time I was being held. Not much is known, since it was burned to the ground and all the staff was killed."
"Do they think...?"
"They think she escaped," SC confirmed with a nod. "The bodies that weren't burned showed signs of mutilation that was rather 'disturbing' to the authorities. I think she got out and showed them just how 'lethal' a kitty she really was. Those stupid doctors and scientists often talked down to me as though I knew nothing. I have the feeling they must have done worst to her in order to make her that much more dangerous."
"We need to find her before they do," said Max. "Do you think the Daimons were behind the labs, SC?"
"No doubt about it," she replied. "According to Rena, the Daimon high council has an alert out for 'Predator'. They want her back and want her back alive."
"Damn!" muttered Max under his breath, before going off and letting off a string of more curses in Greek. "I've got to find her, SC. Especially from what you told me. She will need protection."
SC watch her friend pace the floor, and shook her head with an amused look on her face. "You just don't get it do you? Predator does not need anyone to protect her, Max. She was made into a killing machine. Take my abilities and double it or even triple it when it comes to her. Even I don't think I can match her move for move. She is very dangerous and wouldn't hesitate to tear you apart."
Max stopped and looked at her. " I don't care, she is mine, SC, and I will have her."
SC snorted and rolled her eyes. "And here I thought Argona and that wolf had a turbulant relationship. You and this woman should prove interesting but then again, it's your funeral. Have you stopped and considered that maybe she is not interested in mating, like me? Of course not because all of the much needed blood that helps you think has gone south. Typical male behavior."
"It's a risk I'm willing to take," he said, turning to look at the genetically enhanced Were as she lounged casually in the chair. "It's Fate, SC."
"Fate is going to get your damn ass killed, lion. I'm telling you, Predator will kill you if you approach her," SC hissed. "Yea, I'm pretty tough and hard to handle as well, but god dammit, Max, I know when to back off. I sensed her power before and I'm telling you, lay off of this before it gets you hurt or worse."
Leveling a look at SC Max shook his head as he raked both his hands through his hair and said, "I can't, I just can't. I'm drawn to her and her eyes....those eyes have haunted my dreams for so long. She's my gataki, SC, and I'll be damned if I let any other male Were here in Vegas near her. Not unless they have a wish for an early grave."
Sighing deeply since she knew that there was no use in talking in sense in him, she stood up. "Okay, like I said it's your funeral. I'll check out the rest of Vegas and see if I can pick up her trail again. God dammit, Max, please be careful. You and Ari are the only family I have."
A huge smile appeared across the lion's handsome face. "I will, Cat, I will."