Page 70 of Immortal Unveiled

Manus turned around and walked toward the rows of clothing. “Let me find you something suitable to wear.”

While she heard him rummage through the dry-cleaned clothes, Kim shucked her long-sleeved shirt and shimmied out of her favorite jeans. The demon blood had even soaked through to her camisole, so she pulled it over her head and tossed it on the heap.

More sirens from outside sent a shiver down her spine. It was time to get out of here. Hurriedly, she stuffed the stained clothes into the plastic wrapper and made a knot at the top to close it. At the sound of some rustling behind her, she spun around.

Manus stood right in front of her, several hangers with clothes wrapped in plastic in one hand. He just stared at her, and she was suddenly fully aware of her nakedness. Another shiver raced down her spine, but this one wasn’t caused by fear.

When Manus didn’t say anything, she said, “I heard more sirens. Are more police arriving?”

He shook his head. “Worse. DEA. Looks like it’s a drug raid.”

“Shit!” she cursed under her breath.

The barking of a dog cut through the silence that followed.

“And they brought dogs.”

Instinctively, Kim wrapped her arms around her torso. “They aren’t gonna come in here, are they?”

“They have no reason to. They’re focused on the Chinese restaurant. I guess they’re involved with the Triad or some other Chinese drug gang. But I’m afraid we have to stay here until they’re all gone. If we try to sneak by the police now, the dogs will go nuts. They’ll smell us. Besides, with so much law enforcement out there, I’ll never be able to open a door for you without them noticing it. And while I can keep us both invisible, you can’t walk through a wall. There’s no way out until they’re gone. Sorry.”

“How long?”

“A few hours for sure.”

The thought of waiting in a dry cleaners shop with a dead body above them and law enforcement with a K9 unit searching the strip mall for drugs suffused her with fear. At the same time, she realized what Manus was risking for her. “Without me, you’d be able to leave through the back wall.” She motioned toward it. “But with me, you’re stuck. I’m sorry.”

Manus reached for her arms and pulled her against his chest. “Don’t be. I couldn’t imagine anybody else I’d want to be stuck with at the dry cleaners.” He chuckled. “In the dark. Naked.” His mouth was suddenly at her ear. “I don’t know about you, but I could think of something to while away the time.”

Kim put one arm around his back and slid her hand to his nape. “You’re a scoundrel, Manus. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you called the police with a tip yourself.”

“You have a vivid imagination, Kim. Why don’t you put it to better use and hop onto that table, so I can have my way with you, hmm?”

Her entire body tingled at the knowledge that Manus was intending to seduce her. At a dry cleaners of all places! She’d never done anything that forbidden. Never done anything that dangerous. Surrounded by law enforcement, in the middle of a drug raid, a dead body only a floor away—no, she’d never done anything like that. It made her feel daring.

She brought her lips to Manus’s ear. “You want to fuck me?”

He let out a ragged breath and pressed his rock-hard cock against her groin. “That answer your question?”

She sucked his earlobe between her lips and gave it a tender bite. “Then you should just take what you want. Any which way you want it.” She’d never given any man such license. Such free rein.

“You sure you wanna give me such liberty?”

She slid her hand down to his pants and laid it over the heavy bulge there. “If you don’t, then I’ll do what I want with you.”

“And what might that involve?”

“Slow torture,” she murmured into his ear.

He chuckled softly. “In that case, why don’t I take the reins, and we’ll reserve slow torture for a night when we have more leisure?”

Manus didn’t wait for an answer but instead lifted her onto the table. Kim didn’t protest. With expert hands, Manus stripped her of her panties and put them aside. Then he stepped back and undressed, first taking off his shirt, then his boots, his socks, and pants, and finally his boxer briefs.

Despite the dim light, she could see all she needed to see. His cock was hard and heavy, his gaze penetrating and filled with lust. When she felt his hands on her knees, pushing her legs apart, she let out a sigh. With his hands still on her knees, he rubbed his cock against her wet folds. A moan escaped her. There would be no foreplay tonight. She didn’t mind. She couldn’t wait to feel him inside her, impaling her, taking her.

With one thrust, he seated himself deep inside her, stretching her interior muscles to their capacity. It felt like he was even bigger tonight than before. Even harder. She clutched his shoulders and drew herself closer to him. Her breasts whipped, brushing against his chest.

A grunt was Manus’s answer, then he drew back quickly, allowing his cock to withdraw from her sheath halfway before he plunged back in, faster this time. And with more force.