Odin's Honor, page 9
Placing his weapon back in the holster attached to his shoulder, he stepped over the body lying in the middle of the floor. “Clean this trash up.”
“Yes, Sir,” his second in command responded before directing some of the lower guys to remove the body.
Dennis pulled out his phone, placing a call to some buddies he knew from his days in the service. He hadn’t wanted to call on these guys, but he had no choice. They’d worked together in the military when he’d been assigned to a special operations unit that undertook black ops assignments. The men he’d met during that assignment could do things he never realized were possible. The first time he’d seen some shit go down, he’d vomited right there on the spot. His gaze had fallen on a man lying on the ground, his stomach ripped open, and his intestines spread over the hard earth. The sight was sickening.
That night he realized something. His world had just gotten a whole lot bigger and messier. Then he’d come to another conclusion, and used the information he had, and the men he’d met, to change his situation. With those who were like him, opportunistic, greedy, and who wanted to hold power in their hands, he harvested those relationships. Built connections that would last well beyond his time in the service. And now they would come in handy for him as he hunted one, Ms. Layla Hughes.
Pressing a few buttons, he waited for the line to connect. Since access to the number he was calling was limited, he knew they’d pick up. It would take a moment for it to be rerouted through secure channels, but he had no doubt that it would be picked up.
“What’s up, D?”
Dennis’ lips curled in a half-smile. Now the fun would begin. “Carlos, my man. Need a little assistance from you and your crew.”
“Are we having a party?”
“Oh, it’s definitely a party. I need some of your guys who don’t mind having some fun with a single mom. Two for the price of one.” Dennis knew Carlos would understand exactly what he meant by those words. Carlos had a large crew filled with men who would do just about anything for a buck, especially for the amount of money they were paid to shut people up and leave the scene without a trace. He also knew that no matter how willing they were to handle a grown man, some drew the line at women and children. Those were the ones he didn’t need on this job.
“Is that right? D, something like that takes a man with a certain type of disposition. I have someone, but let me tell you, this guy doesn’t stop. Once he’s on the scent, he won’t let go until the job’s done. You sure you want that guy?”
“I need this handled. Soon. A business deal in play has been held up until this is handled.”
“Okay, man, we’ll get it handled for you. But for this spot of fun, due to the special circumstances and all, it’s going to be double our normal fee.”
Dennis knew Carlos wouldn’t give him a break just because of their history. But the price wasn’t an issue. “Fine. Your guy has one week to find her and report back that the job is done. By the way, who are you sending?”
After he hung up with Carlos, he turned to his second and pinned him with a cold gaze. “This is messy. I don’t like it when things are done sloppily. There never should have been a witness.”
“Boss, I know this is important to us, but I wouldn’t be standing here if I didn’t have your best interests in mind.”
“Stop being a bitch, Sammy. Say what you need to say,” he snapped. He’s had Sam by his side long enough to know what was about to come out of his mouth.
“We always do what needs to be done, but you’re sending one of those animals after that woman and her child. Why? You know what he’ll do to them. We just need them gone, why do we need them to suffer?”
His friend made sense, but the deed was done. Plus, he’d lost his soul a long time ago. “Too late for second-guessing. The call has been made, and the order placed. Ms. Hughes needs to disappear. This deal needs to be done, and she’s in the way. Grow a conscious another day, but not today. Now, we’re done talking about this.”
“One last question. Who did Carlos send after the woman?”
Dennis looked out the window of his home, the view overlooking the Potomac River. A slow smile came over his face as he thought about what was about to happen. “He sent one of the deadliest beings I’ve ever come across,” he said as he turned to Sammy. “The Hyena.”
Dennis only wished he could be there to see his handiwork because the man was a fucking artist.
Chapter 17
Layla
Backing out of the room after placing Christopher on the bed, Layla closed the door softly. The low snick of the lock engaging sounded like a loud bang in her head. They’d been dancing around each other all day, and the time had finally come. As they’d ran errands in town—such a mundane task for a wolf shifter and a woman on the run—she couldn’t help but sneak glances at Odin.
The way he walked as if he owned the world around him. People deferred to him, even though she knew they didn’t have to. He wasn’t the Alpha of his family or pack, so the deference paid to him was based on something else. Based on how he held himself, she had an inkling as to why he was treated that way. There was something about Odin that emanated from within. Power. Strength. She couldn’t put her finger on precisely what it was, but she knew he had it, and honestly, it made her wet just thinking about it.
As they were driving into town earlier, he’d explained to her how his pack worked. Their structure. She was surprised to learn it was more like her books than she thought. Except they don’t only turn into their wolf forms on the full moon. Shifters, which is how they referred to themselves, could change into their animal form whenever they wanted. He also explained about their Bi-ped form, which was their warrior fighting form. This was the version of the half-wolf / half-human she’d been most familiar with. They half-shifted, still standing on two legs, but the form stood larger than their human body. They were stronger this way, angrier, more vicious, with only one thought. Kill.
She was also shocked, and a bit intrigued when she heard about the Alpha Triad. She wanted to learn more about them and how they worked but chose to keep those thoughts to herself. He’d explained that he was the wolf she’d seen that night on the road, but the details of that night were becoming hazy, and she was losing recall of what he looked like. The only picture that formed in her mind was large and gray. Maybe... Nah, she’d ask him tomorrow. Odin, in his wolf form, was something Christopher needed to see as well.
Walking toward the living room, she saw Odin’s form as he stepped into the hallway. “Where do you think you’re going?” He began walking toward her, his long, muscled legs ate up space, bringing him closer to her in half the time it would have taken her to go half the distance. “Turn your pretty ass around. My bedroom. You naked.”
“Odin,” she whispered. “I just put Christopher to bed. He could wake up.”
“He won’t,” he said, arriving in front of her. “Turn around and head your ass into the bedroom.”
She smiled as she lifted her arms around his neck. “Why don’t you carry me?”
“My pleasure,” he said, just before picking her up in his arms and entering the darkened room.
As they walked inside, she kissed him softly on the jaw, her lips trailing a path to his lips, capturing his mouth in a soft kiss. Her tongue tangled with his, tasting his unique flavor as she felt him thicken underneath her. Legs wrapped around his waist, she was in a unique position of having her hot sex resting on the bulge of his cock. It rubbed against her with every step he took, and her channel slickened with every bump and grind. Lying her down on the bed, Odin leaned over her, gazing at her with those beautiful gray eyes. “Hi,” she whispered.
“Hey, baby,” he responded before leaning down again to capture her lips in a controlled, but firm kiss. The touch along her skin became bolder, stronger as he caressed her body as she lay underneath him. “I’ve been waiting all day to have you here like this.”
“Join the club,” she retorted. As she spoke, her hands reached for the hem of her shirt, lifting the material to remove it.
“No. That’s my job,” Odin said, smacking at her hands.
“You’re moving to slow. Go faster,” she teased.
“I’ll go as slow or as fast as I want. Let me explain the rules to you, sweetheart. At no point in this relationship will you ever call the shots. I control what happens in this room, outside of this room, and anywhere else. Your pleasure is mine to control. When your body is craving a hard dick, it’ll be me you look for. When your pussy is wet and begging for a tongue to tease and lick her, it’ll be my mouth your eyes turn to. So, when I say it’s my job to remove your clothes from that luscious body of yours, that’s exactly what I mean.” He leaned down, kissing her softly on the neck before running his tongue along the skin. “Now, just relax for me as I unwrap my early Christmas present.”
Layla giggled at his words, “But you don’t believe in human holidays.”
He lifted the shirt from her body and moved down to her jeans, undoing the button and releasing the zipper before pulling the material down. “For you, sweetheart, I’ll believe in the fucking Tooth Fairy.”
Layla reached up to caress his rough jaw. Without a doubt, she knew he meant every single word. “Odin Jakobson, you’re something else. You know that, right? How did I ever find you?” The way he looked at her caused tingles to race up and down her skin. Although it had only been a little over a week, she felt as if this is right where she needed to be.
“You’re just lucky, I guess,” he said with a smile. With a smile, he made short work of removing the rest of her clothing and then his own. Within moments they were both naked, their bodies touching in all the right places.
Odin leaned down, kissing her softly on the lips. Once he lifted, Odin took a deep breath, and his eyes glowed with an emotion she was too afraid to name. “Fuck, Layla. You look so damned sexy. You are the perfect mate for me.” He then dipped his head and began to lick her breasts, his tongue moving from the underside all the way to her nipple. His teeth gave the tiniest nibbles along her skin, causing ripples of desire to shoot directly from her breasts down to her hot channel. She’d never felt feelings this intense before. That it was Odin making her feel this way almost made her weep with tears of joy.
He began trailing kisses down her naked body, his lips touching every inch of exposed brown skin bared to his gaze. Layla felt as if her skin was burning, so she started to wiggle her hips, trying to make him go faster. Even with his earlier warning about not trying to control things, she couldn’t help but push him a little. Maybe he’d give her a spanking, she thought wickedly. Damn, she needed Odin to move faster, but he must have decided today was the day he turned into a damn snail. Although she wanted to savor every moment of his lovemaking and didn’t really want to rush him, her body ached for more. Layla was on the verge of begging him to fuck her. To sink that big ass cock inside her and make her scream his name. Her plans for tonight included more than just one round of mind-blowing sex, and she wanted more than her fill of everything he had to give. This was the night her life was going to change for the better and Layla wanted to have as many memories as possible.
“Odin, please…don’t stop.”
“I won’t, Baby. I won’t,” he mouthed against her bare stomach before dipping down lower. Odin placed his mouth on her slit and licked her from top to bottom. Her entire body arched into the feeling. Oh, God! It felt so good. His hands grabbed her ass. His lips and tongue went to work, bringing her more pleasure than she’d ever experienced before. This man didn’t just eat her pussy, he feasted on her as if he were a starving man offered a ten-ounce filet with a loaded baked potato for his next meal. He nibbled and licked, bit and sucked, and every time he moaned, the vibrations raced through her body.
“Fuck!” The word was ripped from her mouth as Odin made love to her body with only his mouth. Layla already knew she’d never forget this night. She felt him move one hand from her ass and then pressure at her clenching channel as he pushed one of his fingers inside her body. He filled her so good in so many ways, yet he never stopped licking and sucking her, no matter how much she begged him to do something more.
“Odin! Yes, please. Don’t stop!” She tugged at the long strands of his hair. Layla wasn’t sure if she were trying to pull him away and force him closer to her heated sex. The things he was doing to her were driving her insane. Layla’s body started to turn in on itself as she felt her orgasm coming up on her, crashing through her body like a waterfall of sensation. She couldn’t stop her hips from jerking and humping closer to his mouth, wanting more. Needing more.
Chapter 18
Layla
Her body felt as if she were floating away, delirious from the pleasure. He was still using two hands to hold her hips while she bucked uncontrollably under the onslaught of his mouth. Her orgasm soared through her body and crashed over her like nothing she’d ever felt before. “Odin! Yes, I’m coming,” she grunted. His mouth and tongue never stopped their ministrations as her body convulsed. Her juices flowed into his mouth and coated his face, and it was the sexiest fucking thing she’d ever seen. Even as her body calmed, he continued to lap at her. Maybe she should ask if he were a cat-shifter instead, considering he enjoyed the taste of the cream so much. Layla almost giggled at the thought. He slowly kissed his way back up her body, kissing her belly and breasts as he made his way to her lips.
“Kiss me, Layla. I want you to taste your essence on my lips.”
Without hesitation, she leaned up and latched on to his mouth, kissing him deeply, her tongue stroking his with intense hunger. She rubbed her hands up and down his firm, toned body, feeling every inch of him she could reach. As their kiss progressed, she felt his erection pulsing on her thigh and couldn’t help the giddy feeling that flowed through. She knew their night was just getting started, and there was much more fun in store. If what she felt on her leg was an accurate depiction of what he offered, then Odin was about to turn her ass out. All that mattered to her right now was getting him to make love to her. She broke the kiss and whispered an impassioned plea.
“Make love to me.”
“Make love to you? Oh, honey, those are such tame words for what I’m going to do you tonight.” His whispered words made her shiver in anticipation. He pulled back, kneeling on the bed as he stared down at her. “I won’t ever let you go.”
Staring up at Odin, she took her time to enjoy the view in front of her. She wanted to be the last woman who saw him this way. Naked and ready for her. Tanned, broad shoulders, defined muscles, and rippled abs that she swore could be used as a washboard. Smooth chest hair that tapered down to a cock so sweet-looking, Layla’s mouth immediately watered. She hadn’t seen Odin’s cock until this very moment, and it was a treat for the eyes. She knew her body would beg for more each time it slid inside her.
He leaned down to resume kissing her, and she felt him position his cock against her heated passage. When the head of his thick member rubbed against her sensitive clit just before he entered her body, she moaned as a heady feeling of desire skittered along her skin. He didn’t surge inside her as she’d initially hoped he would. No, what he did was so much better, or worse, depending on how one looked at it. He slowly pushed into her, stretching her inner walls inch by inch. He was so fucking big. Thicker than anyone she had been with before—which weren’t many—and based on his slow progress, he was pretty damn long as well. Her body continued to open for him as he slowly consumed her, turning her into a quivering mass of flesh just for him. Her legs lifted and wrapped around his waist as he consumed her—body, heart, and soul—with every inch of the dick sliding inside her body.
Layla couldn’t blink, think, or hardly breathe. The only thing she knew was that Odin was about to give her the ride of her life, and she would accept everything he had to offer. She would do nothing to stop this because it felt so fucking good. Raising her legs even higher along his waist, she enjoyed the feel of his flesh meeting hers.
“Is this what you wanted, Layla?” Odin’s deep voice whispered huskily in her ear as he bottomed out inside her wet pussy. Fog filled her brain from the ecstasy rushing through her. She was in such bliss from the feelings, she’d lost all ability to verbally respond. Her only option was to nod her head up and down as she stared into his eyes. Those beautiful gray eyes that caused her to melt from day one. Layla had never been particularly wild in bed, but Odin’s passion was her undoing. She grabbed his taut ass and lifted her hips, forcing his cock even further into her body.
As they both gasped at the additional friction, Odin groaned, picking up the pace. His strokes became stronger, deeper, as he increased the ferocity of his thrusts inside her body. She felt so damn full. He continued to stroke inside her body as he kissed her, his movements tight, forceful, and measured as he brought her to the brink of orgasm again.
He lifted one of her legs over the bend in his arm, repositioned his body, and slammed into her. Layla’s mouth opened in a silent scream. Wetness fell from her eyes on constant streams. Her legs clenched together as if to capture the feeling and never let it go. She could swear he was tapping her cervix he was going in so deeply. The combined feelings of pleasure and pain were overwhelming her senses. She could feel her body responding to his every move, her channel slickening even more as he continued driving into her, giving her all that he had.
“Oh, baby. I knew it would be so fucking good between us. You are amazing. My beautiful mate. Give me everything, Layla. Don’t hold back from me.”
