Heat and need raged through Ally as his talented mouth lapped, sipped, and licked at her pussy. It was more leisurely than seductive, like this was for him, not her; like he just wanted to taste her, feel her come on his tongue. Still, Ally’s pussy began to spasm, making her feel so much emptier than she already did—a taunting reminder by her body that she didn’t have what she wanted most right then.
Your kind can’t be trusted. It’s a well-known fact.Greta, Ally’s visions and healing skills have been invaluable, maintained Derren, a growl seeping into his voice.
Greta looked at him. Oh, I’ll bet they have. She’s helping because she’s trying to win you all over so you’ll let her stay here. Can’t you see she’s manipulating all of you?That’s not what’s happening. Roni sighed tiredly. There’s no agenda. No manipulation. No conspiracy.Yes, there is, sweetheart. Greta’s tone didn’t invite argument. You just can’t see it yet. I’ve warned Shaya and Nick, but have they listened to me? Noooo. She’s still here. You’ve all got enough trouble to deal with right now. This little hussy will make that worse!
Hussy? echoed Ally. Should she be entertained by this? She figured she should be offended, but instead Ally strangely found herself wanting to laugh.Ignoring her, Greta went on, In my opinion, you’re all mad to let her stay. You don’t owe her anything just because she healed you and had some visions. I’ll bet she’s made no other contribution to the pack.
That’s not true. She makes the best chocolate cake ever, stressed Roni.
An exasperated flush crept up Greta’s neck and face. She’s a Seer!Well, one of the doctors recognized me. She used to work with Dad, but transferred—Anyway, it’s not important. They managed to stabilize me, but this doctor and her staff knew I needed to be in a better-equipped hospital. So she got on the phone and tracked Dad down. He was going to meet us at my aunt’s restaurant, remember?
He was able to meet the ambulance when it arrived at Fairfax Hospital; they already had a fake ID prepared for me, so that’s what they registered me under. They kept an oxygen mask on my face the entire time. I got walked through two sets of security guards, and no one looked twice.And they didn’t tell the agents who brought you in, I finished. The League has no idea what happened to you. You’re still listed as MIA in all of the related Op files.
Chubs snorted. They tried telling the agents I coded out and died, but they didn’t bite. One day my dad had six different people come to him fishing for information, but they didn’t get a word out of him.The real trick hadn’t been admitting him at the new hospital under a false name. The hospital had become well versed in a don’t-ask-we-won’t-tell policy when it came to dealing with the government and their requests for information, so much so that they were nearly shut down a good half dozen times. Dr. Meriwether’s stroke of genius was to hide his son, Marcus Bell, in an isolated room in the maternity ward for treatment. When he was strong enough, he was zipped up in a body bag and taken out of the hospital in a rented hearse. The League agents found the transfer paperwork and tried to connect the dots, but Chubs became a ghost the moment he had been wheeled into Fairfax Hospital.