Fatal Call (New Breed Novels Book 4) by Martha Bourke Page A

slipped his hands under her backside and lifted her even higher, changing the angle of their connection. Her head fell back against the wall as she let him take over, her eyes closed, her lips parted and face a picture of ecstasy. And then his hips took command, pumping wildly, claiming her with every awesome surge. On and on it went until they both went over the edge, his release bucking inside her as the pulses of her orgasm stroked him. He laid his forehead against the wall, his face buried in her hair as he waited for his breathing to slow.
    “Rose,” he whispered near her ear.
    Nothing. Raw fear struck him. Had he been too rough? Jesus. What if he’d hurt her?
    He turned her face toward his. “Rose?”
    “Mm-hmm.”
    “Are you alright?”
    “Just blissfully unable to move.”
    Fuck. “I’m so sorry.”
    “There’s no need to apologize, believe me. But if you could just let me down.”
    Instead, X let her drop down into his arms. “Bedroom?”
    She curled into his chest. “Upstairs. First door on the right.”
    He carried her upstairs, helping her lose the rest of her clothes on the way. Except for her blouse. She was holding the front of it closed as though she were cold, so he didn’t bother. He entered her bedroom, where he pulled the quilt back and tucked her in. He slid out of his t-shirt, climbed in next to her, and pulled her to him from behind. Only once he felt her body relax and her breathing even out did he allow sleep take him.

CHAPTER TEN
    Diesel walked up Blue Hill Avenue in Mattapan with Pax at his side. Man, it felt good to be out on duty with his partner again. His accident had only happened a couple of months ago, but he’d been going batshit at the compound. He’d never been so jonesing for a fight as he was tonight. He’d even take a couple of prank and ganks. Anything. He popped a fresh piece of gum in his mouth and looked around. One thing he didn’t miss was how much time they spent in Dorchester, Roxbury, and Mattapan. They had the distinction of having the highest homicide rates in Boston. Toltec was using that to its advantage by hiding the crimes they were committing behind the city’s statistics and stereotypes.
    Typical Toltec bullshit. Buncha dicks.
    Pax cracked his knuckles. “It’s quiet here tonight.”
    “Let’s hit Roslindale next. I don’t think anyone’s checked it in a while.”
    They gleamed out and materialized in the tree line of Adams Park. Washington Street was just ahead and they started for it.
    Diesel sighed. “Why is it we’re never here for the farmers market?”
    His partner shoved his hands in his pockets. “Is food all you think about?”
    Diesel shrugged. “Food, my female, sex—”
    “I’m sorry I asked. How’s the bionic leg coming?”
    “I think the original leg is supposed to be available to the public in maybe three to five years. But you know X. He wants it done by next week and he doesn’t think that leg is good enough. He’s actually working with a shifter scientist to improve it.”
    “That dude’s brain is unbelievable.”
    Diesel stopped cold. “Did you just pick that up by Redd’s?”
    Pax nodded. “Yeah. The bar’s been closed for hours. Let’s check it out.”
    He started to jog forward as he signaled Pax to take the other side of the bar and the bank next door. Rounding the corner, he stayed close to the building as he made his way along the outer edge of the parking lot. Suddenly, he picked up on shifter energy on the bank’s rooftop next door. He gleamed up and found himself looking at a shifter soldier’s booty. It was another ambush. Time for a modified P and G.
    He pulled his Beretta. “Hey, dickwad.”
    The Tolie turned around and he shot him twice in the chest. Diesel hustled to the edge of the roof and found Pax having it out with a couple of hellions. Pax made quick work of dispatching them and joined him up on the roof.
    He clapped his partner on the back. “Man, it is so good to have you back,