Untouchable, Chapter 2

Chapter One, July 1^st, 2011

Recap: In Chapter One, brothers Marcus and Matthias happen upon the birth of a rare female Angelikin. Years later, Marcus is forced to track down the child, now a grown woman, and bring her back to Matthias.

Poetry in motion. Matthias couldn’t think of a better way to describe the way Kylar moved around the training facility. Usually he was too engrossed in trying to keep his skin intact to notice the way she moved, but he wasn’t the one she was sparring with. This was her first training session with someone else. A group of someone else’s, actually.

He’d given the soldiers the order not to pull their punches, not hold back. More than anyone else in the compound, he knew what the girl was capable of dishing out. His soldiers were in for a rude awakening if they let her age and petite stature temper their shots.

Kylar stuck her foot out from behind the pillar she’d been using as cover. The soldier crouch walking by her stumbled and cursed. It was all the opening she needed to tumble him ass over tea kettle. Her thick soled boot rested across his neck, the silver daggers Marcus had given her held firmly in each hand.

“Take the shot,” he muttered, eyes fixed on the soldier just beyond Kylar with a dagger of his own at the ready. “Take the fucking shot.”

 She waited until the last second to move out of the way. Like a scene from The Matrix her body bowed backward, bending at the knees to move out of the dagger’s path. Her feet kicked out, rising in the air as she executed a flawless back flip and landed in a fighter’s crouch.

“Is that the best you’ve got?” she shouted. “Come on, you bunch of pansies.”

The sound of his office door slamming open pulled Matt from his recollections. Kylar had grievously wounded three of his men that day. Judging by the look on her face as she marched into his office, she wanted to give him the same treatment.

Kylar planted her feet apart on the carpet in front of his desk and cast a mutinous glare at him. He coughed to hide the bemused smirk threatening to bust out on his face and returned her stare.

“You bastard,” she spat at him.

Matthias’ eyebrows rose, displaying his surprise at the venom in her voice. Obviously he’d done something to piss her off, but what? He blinked at her, waiting for the tempestuous beauty to continue.

“You confined me to quarters?” she ranted. “Like some five year old who needed to be reminded of her place?”

Oh, that. He sighed and stood to go around the desk. The slight movement of her left hand drew his gaze, stopping him before he rounded the front corner. A dagger hilt peeked through Kylar’s fist, the rounded silver end of the grip catching the light from his desk lamp.

Frowning, he stepped back and studied her for a moment. She’d worn her hair loose today. The wild mass tumbling around her shoulders curled under the curves of her breasts. It wasn’t a style Kylar adopted often but when she did – he wanted to wrap the loose coils around him and get lost in them.

Matt shook himself. If he kept it up she’d ram the dagger into his chest and he’d spend the next ten minutes healing the evidence of his infatuation. Who was he kidding? He was completely in love with the damn woman.

Wasn’t that just the problem and the reason he’d done what had her standing in front of him, angry and fit to stick her favorite dagger in his hide?

“Did you hear me, Matthias?” she asked.

He nodded. “I did and yes, I confined you to quarters. Considering that encompasses the whole compound, which is the size of a small city, I’d say it’s no real hardship.”

“No real hardship?” she repeated. “Are you out of your mind?”

“No,” he laughed. “I’m quite sane and justified in my actions. You ran away for three months, Kylar. Someone needs to save you from yourself.”

Eyes narrowed to angry slits, she glared at him.

“Save me from myself?” she snorted. “You have got to be kidding me. Really? Bullshit. I can defend myself better than any of the men here. Hell, it took you sending Marcus after me to haul my ass back.”

“Exactly,” he agreed. She stepped back, startled. “Now that I’ve got your attention,” Matt continued. “I can’t afford to waste resources on search missions to find you when there are lives at stake, Ky. We’re at war, in case you forgot, and the other side is winning.”

Kylar blanched. Finally, she was starting to understand the consequences of her actions.

“Of the three teams I sent after you, one came back,” he informed her. “Twenty men lost. Captured, because you decided life was better on your own. Was it worth it?”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “We… There’s no way to get them back?”

He frowned, studying her while she put her dagger back in the sheath on her thigh. “No. You know what happens when one of us is caught by a Tracker team. There’s no coming back from it.”

Her knees buckled and he scooped Kylar up before she hit the floor. Cradling her to his chest, Matthias walked over to sit on the end of his bed. Not exactly the best place to take her but the closest and more comfortable option.

“I didn’t…,” she began. “God, I’m sorry. Who?”

Matthias understood her question and listed off the names of the men taken. She’d known them all, trained beside them, even called some of them ‘Uncle’. He kept the hardest one for last.

“No,” she gasped and shook her head. “Not Larson. He can’t be gone. He can’t be!”

Holding her close, he let her cry against his chest and waited for the rage to come. He’d sent her best friend into danger. It wouldn’t matter to her that she’d been the one to cause the situation. Matt had sent out Larson’s squad, therefore she would lay the blame at his doorstep.

Her soft kisses and ardent caresses didn’t register with his brain until Kylar had his shirt halfway off. She’d shifted around in his lap, her breasts and hips pressed firmly into his.

He opened his mouth to speak and instantly found it filled with her tongue. The flavor of her favorite cherry bubble gum lingered in her mouth, sweetening the kiss she gave him. Matt knew he needed to stop her and fully intended to until she bit his lip and suckled on the tender flesh.

Every single one of his brain cells focused on the grind of her hips against him, the heat of her mouth and the pleasurable pain of her nails digging into his shoulders. Nothing in his centuries of existence had ever felt more right, more perfect than the woman desperately trying, and succeeding, to seduce him.

Gripping Kylar’s hips tightly in his hands, Matt pushed up, grinding into her so she understood just how much she affected him. She groaned, arching into the rhythm and any shred of his resolve shattered.

Matthias rolled her beneath him, his thighs wedged between hers as she writhed on the coverlet wantonly. God, she was beautiful against the dark red silk. She was grieving the loss of a friend, but damn it if he could bring himself to care. For too long he’d been denied the ability to touch her. Just this once he wanted to see what she felt like beneath him, around him.

One swift, firm yank tore Kylar’s thin t-shirt down the middle and bared her to his starving eyes. He leaned in, nuzzling the valley between her breasts and taking in the sweet lemon and vanilla scent of her skin; she smelled good enough to eat.

He grinned and slid lower, nipping at her belly as he worked his way down. Would she taste as good as she smelled? God, he hoped so.

The button holding her cargo pants closed popped at the same time as the door to his quarters slammed open and bounced off the wall.

“Matt,” Marcus spoke from behind him. “Oh. Shit. What the fuck?”

“Get out,” Matthias ordered. “Now. If you value your life.”

A loud snort echoed behind him. “I don’t give a shit about my life if it means you screw up Kylar’s. Get off her. Now.”

Roaring with anger, Matt pushed up from the bed and pivoted to lash out at his brother. He swung out with a right hook, knuckles kissing nothing but air as Marc leaned backward out of striking range.

Fight mode fully engaged, Matthias struck with his left hand and caught his sibling in the ribs with a powerful punch. No slouch in hand to hand combat, Marcus returned the favor with an uppercut that stumbled Matt back a step or two.

“Matthias!” Marcus shouted. “Would you stop for a minute? I have news. Another female has been found.”

Pulling his punch at the last minute, Matthias stepped back and frowned at his brother. His chest heaved from the exertion of fighting and it took a moment for him to have enough breath to speak.

Kylar stepped up beside him and he glanced at her. He’d forgotten she was there in his desperation to beat the crap out of Marcus for interrupting them.

“You found another girl?” she asked.

Marcus frowned, shaking his head. He held out a piece of paper to Matthias who grabbed it quickly and scanned the contents.

“The Trackers are holding a young Demonkin female,” Marc advised. “They’re threatening to kill her unless we surrender. More importantly,” he turned to Kylar. “They want you.”

Crumpling the paper in his fist, Matthias growled. “They can’t have her.”

“I know,” Marcus drawled sarcastically. “We all do. No one can have Kylar but you. What’s your plan then?”

“You’re going to rescue the girl.” Matt glanced at the ball of paper, then his brother, and smirked. “Ky and I have a few things to sort out while you’re gone.”

Marc shook his head and held a hand out to Kylar. “No, you don’t. I’m leaving strict orders with my men to keep you apart until I get back. After what I just found – no way I’m letting her within ten feet of you without an armed escort.”

Ky put her hand in Marcus’ and Matt locked his hands behind his back to keep from hauling the woman to his side.

“Make it quick or I won’t be held responsible for how few men you have left when you return.”

Chuckling, Marcus turned with Kylar and left Matthias to stare at the empty doorway.

“Damned Angelikin pain in the ass,” he grumbled and flopped down on the bed. The scent of lemons and vanilla wafted up from the sheets to tempt him with things he wanted desperately but couldn’t have. Not for another few weeks anyway. Long, insufferable weeks.

~*~

Untouchable will return September 10th, 2011. 

Copyright © 2011 Danielle Gavan

Danielle Gavan
Paranormal and Erotic Romance Author

Ardeur ~ Tarnishes Tiaras ~ Cursed ~ UnWrapped

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Untouchable

Chapter One

“What’s so interesting down there? You’ve been staring at the same spot for nearly an hour.”

Matthias looked up the six foot five inches of his brother and sighed as he met the ice blue stare glowing in the darkness. Shrugging the heavy leather of his duster back into place, he rose from his crouched position by the parapet.

“There’s a woman in the alley – she’s about to birth a female,” Matthias confessed.

“So what? The humans birth females all the time. What’s so special about this one?” Marcus’ question earned him an arched brow and a tilt of Matt’s head. “Oh, shit.”

“Mhmm. A female Fractal, Marcus. I don’t have to tell you how rare that is, do I?” Matt returned his gaze to the woman straining six stories below them. “I doubt the kid will survive long after she’s born. We’re not the only ones watching. If the mother doesn’t kill her first, they will.”  He tilted his head toward the adjacent rooftop where two groups of shadows lingered just beyond the bricked edge. The shine of their inhuman eyes the only tell of their presence in the inky darkness.

Matthias surveyed the Angels on the left and the Demons on the right. He let slip a short, bitter laugh before returning his gaze to the female.

“Do you recognize her?” Marcus asked.

Moonlight glistened off the jet black curls hanging to Marcus’ shoulder blades. Matthias smirked, Pretty boy. Their mother’s genetics had won the battle when Marc had been created. It suited him perfectly.

Matt shook his head and stretched his six foot eight frame to ease the tension in his muscles. Fixing his rusty brown eyes on his younger brother, he sighed. “She’s an angel, but that’s all I can tell. I need you to keep an eye on the bozos over there while I grab the baby.”

“What? Oh, no. No way am I playing Daddy. We do that, and we might as well pin a huge target on our asses. I’ve survived too long to let myself get taken out of the game for a kid that isn’t even mine.”

His words fell on deaf ears, or rather, no ears as Matt had already disappeared from their rooftop perch. Marcus turned back to the parapet and looked down at the alley. The angel, delivered of the baby in her belly, lay panting in a pool of blood and fluid – her child, gone.

“Son-of-a-bitch.”

“Not so. My mother was an angel, as was yours.” Matthias stepped from the shadows, a small bundle cuddled against his bare chest.

“Do you have a death wish? As soon as they realize we’ve taken it the Trackers are going to hunt us down. They will go to the ends of the Earth, and beyond, to get their paws on her.”

Matthias shrugged and pulled the edges of his leather trench closer together. “They’ll have to catch us first and seeing as we’ve been able to avoid them for, how long now? I’m confident we can hide one tiny baby from them.”

“Right,” Marcus snorted. “Because raising a baby in a barracks full of warriors is such a great idea.”

“I raised you there,” Matt countered. “You turned out fine.”

Shaking his head, Marcus let out a mirthless laugh. He extended his arms and wiggled his fingers. “Yeah, right. Gimme the baby. I’m going to regret this later but – I’ll raise her. You can…” he paused for a moment, clearly searching for the right words that wouldn’t offend him too much. “Help with diaper duty.”

“Fuck you,” Matthias retorted. Hesitantly, he handed the baby girl over and stepped back. “Her name is mine to choose, so is her training.”

Three push knives, a dagger and every throwing star she owned reflected the moonlight from their resting places in the heavy muscles of Marcus’ chest, shoulders and arms. Bloody patches bloomed from each wound and darkened the light gray cotton tee straining to cover his massive torso.

“Why won’t you leave me be?” she growled and viciously lodged her steel toed boot in his stomach. Marcus grunted, but showed no other sign of having been affected by her attentions. Instead, he flashed his perfect pearly whites and adjusted the set of his knees on the concrete.

“It’ll take a lot more than a tiny brunette to kick my ass, Kylar.” He flexed and one of the stars wedged into his left bicep pinged as it bounced on the concrete. The small steel weapon skittered to a stop, razor sharp point resting against the thick rubber lip of her left boot.

“Bite me, Marc.” She snarled at him. “Why did he send you? Did Matthias think sending you would sway my resolve and get me to run back home like a good little girl?”

He snorted, and then spat blood across the parking garage floor. “You? A good little girl? Honey, you were born bad. I was there, remember? My brother sent me because I’m the only one who can take whatever you dish out and still haul your ass in.”

Kylar twisted the dagger in his left shoulder and smirked at the crack it caused in the cocky look on his face. Marcus O’Shea might be the best warrior her kind currently had to offer, but she’d been a close second before going AWOL three months ago. It stood to reason – they’d both been trained by the same man, Matthias. Bringing her in would solidify his brother’s claim on her and she was determined to make sure that never happened.

“Come on, Ky,” he cajoled. “You know as well as I do, we need to keep you hidden. It’s your safety or death for all of us if the Trackers catch you.”

“Bastard,” she spat. “If Matthias hadn’t blocked my ability to dematerialize until I come of age, I’d go back to the barracks and kick his ass just for fun.”

Marcus snorted, a knife pushing from his right shoulder as the wound around it healed. The silver blade clattered to the ground between them. At the rate his body expelled her weapons she’d have to hurry their encounter along before he regained full strength and broke through the bonds around his wrists.

“Hold that thought for another two month,” he grinned. “I’ll help you.”

“I don’t need your help,” she retorted.

He laughed, another weapon dislodging from his skin to ping on the concrete. “Oh, honey. You do. My brother might be in love with you, but he’ll kick your ass seven ways from Sunday just to teach you a lesson.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Kylar muttered. Matthias’ training methods were brutal and he gave no quarter, even for her. More than a few of the scars she bore stemmed from sparing sessions with Matt.

The shriek of metal drew her attention back to Marcus. No longer peppered with weapons, he stood before her with the twisted scraps of her cuffs in his large hand. A cocky grin spread across his lips as he tossed the remnants aside and stepped into her personal space.

“And this,” he chided. “Is why you’re still a rookie. Never take your eyes off the prize. One mention of the big guy and you’re distracted.”

“Was not,” she protested. He grabbed her bicep, ignoring the comment and dragged her alongside the bank of windows. “What are you doing?” she hissed. “The Trackers will see us!”

Marcus grunted, pulled her close and wrapped his duster around her. “They already have, you idiot. Now shut up so I can transport us back to the barracks. You know I can’t dematerialize with this much concrete around us. I need the open space of the window to get us out of here.”

Kylar shut up and let him take her out of the garage. As soon as they were on solid ground again she planned to run for it again.

Matthias paced, his long legs taking him from one end of his room to the other in six impatient strides. He’d sent Marcus out to retrieve Kylar after the locator embedded in her favorite dagger triggered and revealed her location two hours ago.

“Damn woman,” he growled. “Why can’t you stay where I put you?”

The air shuddered and revealed Marcus between him and the bed. His brother parted the edges of the heavy duster they all wore to reveal Kylar in all of her perfection. Long brown hair braided back for battle, flashing green eyes that held a mutinous glare and the sexiest set of pouty lips ever created.

His cock twitched behind the fly of his pants, Matthias cut the randy bastard off with a ruthless thought and stepped forward. He studied her, petulant smirk and all, and wondered – not for the first time – why he’d stepped off a rooftop nearly twenty five years ago to rescue her.

“Take a picture,” she dared. “Might last you longer.”

“Marcus,” Matt flicked a glance at his brother. “You can go. Kylar and I have a few things to – discuss.”

“Discuss. Right,” Marc snorted, turned on his boot heel and evacuated.

Of course, he took his time about it and Matthias counted the seconds down until the door shut quietly. He had to give credit where it was due. Ky didn’t back down an inch while they stood in silence and faced off with each other.

“Do you know how many men we lost because of your little run?” he glowered at her.

Kylar flipped the end of her braid over her shoulder and shrugged, “No, but I’m sure you’re going to tell me.”

“No,” he hauled her against the hard wall of his chest. “I’m going to spank your ass for each Demonkin or Angelikin that went down trying to find it.” His hands skimmed down the smooth line of her back to cup the full curve of her backside. Marcus had stripped all of her weapons away. Good, with what he planned for the afternoon, a dagger in the back or heart was not part of it.

“Ooh, a spanking,” she taunted him. “Is that the best you can come up with?”

Matthias ground the thick ridge of his erection against the soft plane of her belly. “No, but it’s a starting point.”

“Matt, no.” Wide eyed, she struggled to escape the vice grip of his arms. “You promised.”

“I know what I promised, Kylar,” he growled. Lifting her into his arms, Matthias captured the full sweep of her lower lip between his teeth and tugged gently. “You’re little stunt forfeited our agreement.”

“You can’t! If I’m not a virgin on my twenty fifth birthday I lose the chance to come into full power. Matthias. Stop.”

A bucket of ice water would have been less effective than her reminder of what was at stake for them all. Without her at full strength everything the Fractals had been fighting for centuries to achieve would be lost.

“Fuck,” he cursed, dropping her like a hot potato. Kylar possessed the agility of a cat; he didn’t doubt she would land on her feet and be out the door before his heart beat twice. He was also reasonably certain she would try to run again.

Matthias smirked. “Try it, sweetheart. I’ve been busy while you were gone.”

~*~

Untouchable will return August 10th, 2011. 

Copyright © 2011 Danielle Gavan

Danielle Gavan
Paranormal and Erotic Romance Author

Ardeur ~ Tarnishes Tiaras ~ Cursed ~ UnWrapped

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All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.