Page 51 of Dark Voyage Matters of the Soul

Somehow, between one heartbeat and the next, Dagor got rid of his clothing, removed her bra, and lay on his side next to her quivering body.

"You are so beautiful to me, Frankie." His hand traveled up her ribcage, finding her breast and palming it for a moment before pinching her aching nipple.

His other hand joined the first, the pinching and plucking just shy of being painful, and just like that, she was nearing another climax.

Leaning over her, he kissed and nipped the side of her neck until he reached her earlobe. He nipped it a little harder and then licked the little hurt away.

How was he doing that with those huge fangs of his?

When he moved to her lips, she was once again delirious with desire, and when he slipped two fingers inside her, she exploded again, screaming his name into his mouth.

He kept kissing her through the aftershocks of her climax, and then he was hovering on top of her, the tip of his shaft poised at her entrance.

"I love you," he murmured.

"I love you too." She wound her arms around his torso, trying to reach his buttocks, but her arms weren't long enough.

Arching up, she got him to slide in a little further, and he took it from there.

He pulled back and surged in again, moving slowly at first, but that didn't last long. As he kept pumping hard and fast, the coil inside of her tightened once more, and as his shaft swelled inside of her, she knew that he was close.

As Dagor latched his lips onto the spot he was going to bite, Frankie tilted her head to the side and braced for the searing pain that she knew was coming.

His tongue swept over the spot, once, twice, preparing her, and then he bit down and climaxed at the same time.

Kalugal

"Still nothing," William said. "Perhaps they haven't discovered the bodies yet."

Kalugal stood by the sliding doors of Kian's cabin, aimlessly gazing at the small waves the ship was gliding through. Hours had passed since he'd made the call to the tour company, but no one had come to question the hotel staff yet. No one suspicious looking had even crossed the lobby, and no one other than the housekeeper had entered the room Roni had put under his fake name. She would have been a suspect if they hadn't seen her cleaning the other rooms on that floor.

The rooms Roni had added as of yesterday hadn't been investigated either.

Still, Kalugal's gut was sending a warning message to his mind that things were not as they seemed, and that the shit was about to hit the proverbial fan.

He didn't have to rely solely on his gut either. It had been many decades since he'd last served in the Brotherhood, but he doubted things had changed substantially. When the cargohadn't arrived, someone had been sent to investigate, and the breadcrumbs they had carelessly left behind were large enough for even the dumbest Doomer to follow.

They knew, and they were plotting something.

When the phone William had given him for the task rang, he wasn't surprised.

He activated the speaker. "Kevin Gunter speaking," he said, using his well-practiced German accent.

"Hello, Mr. Gunter." The voice on the other end was rough, and his accent was easily recognizable. "You have something that belongs to us, and we want it back."

"I do not know what you are talking about. Who is this?"

"Don't play dumb. We know what you did to our men and that you stole the cargo. You think you are some big shot who can come in, make a statement by shredding my men to pieces, and take what belongs to us, but you've made a big mistake by infringing on our turf. Since you are obviously a foreigner, you might be unfamiliar with who runs things in this area, so I'm willing to overlook the loss of my worthless men, provided that you return our property unharmed and untarnished to the same place you took them from. This is a one-time goodwill gesture that I will not extend again."

Kalugal's jaw tightened. The Doomer on the other end was talking about the women as if they were nothing more than cattle.

"Again, as I said, I do not know what you are talking about. Good day."

"Wait! We have Luis and his family. If you don't bring the women back by eight this evening, I will personally kill the four small kids, slowly and painfully, while my men will take turns having fun with Luis's wife and fourteen-year-old daughter. On second thought, his twelve-year-old son is a handsome boy. Perhaps some of the men would have fun with him as well."

Rage threatened to consume Kalugal, but he needed to continue the pretense and play into the Doomer's assumptions about him. It seemed that the guy wasn't sure that he was dealing with immortals, and Kalugal needed to keep it that way.

On second thought, it was more likely that the Doomer was only pretending to believe that he was dealing with a competing foreign cartel. He'd probably guessed who had torn his henchmen to pieces and taken the women. Other thugs wouldn't have cared about Luis and his family. They would have laughed at the demand to return the women in exchange for the tour guide.