[Phantom Warriors 01] Bacchus (7 page)

today.” Her eyes widened almost imperceptibly and her pupils dilated, whether from

the pheromone or the job ahead, Bacchus wasn’t sure. She slipped her legs out from

under her. “Tomorrow may be a better day. I have basic obedience classes scheduled.”

“No, I think today would be far better for my purposes.”

“Suit yourself.” She rose from her seat. “I need to catch a shower. I’ll be out in ten.

Do you mind waiting on the porch?”

“Not at all, if it adds to your comfort.”

Bacchus allowed Jill to lead him to the front door. The gentle swish of her hips left

him aching. He stepped out onto the porch and a moment later she shut the door. He

waited, listening to her retreating footsteps. The second he heard the door to the

bedroom close and lock, he raced around to the backyard, which was surrounded by

shrubs for privacy. Bacchus slipped out of his newly purchased clothes and dissolved in

the sunlight, passing through the back door before heading down the hallway, straight

to her bedroom.

Jill removed her top as he entered the room. A can labeled pepper spray was tucked

in her sweats. She set it on the dresser. He frowned, doing a quick search of the

memories he’d absorbed from Ryan. Bacchus smiled as he realized what the canister

contained. She’d armed herself before opening the door.

Smart woman.

His respect for her grew by the second. She faced away from him toward the

bathroom door, leaving Bacchus an expansive view of creamy skin as her spine sloped

its way down toward her ripe ass.

He swallowed hard, willing his fangs to remain retracted, and fought to keep from

materializing. He followed her long-fingered hands as they hooked inside the waistband

of her sweats and then tugged enough to clear her womanly hips before pooling at her

feet. She stepped out of her clothes, leaving them lying on the floor.

Goddess bless! His cock rose like a phoenix, hardening and throbbing to the point of

pain. She turned then to reach inside a nearby drawer.

Bacchus caught his first glimpse of her breasts. They were small, but firm. The pinks

of her nipples flushed and puckered against her skin as if she sensed his eyes upon her.

Her breathing deepened, and she looked around before bringing her fingers to the

pointed nubs and pinching the tips. A low moan struggled out of Jill’s throat and her

head dropped back as she played with her breasts. A flush started at her cheeks and

spread over her body, giving her a rosy glow.

Bacchus knew she couldn’t see him, but he held still all the same. His mind blanked

as she teased her nipples. He wanted to rush across the room and push her hands out of

the way so he could cover the cream-colored flesh with his mouth, feathering it with his

forked tongue.

He followed the gentle swell of her breasts down her flat stomach and onto her

mons. Pale curls covered the delicate folds, hiding the feminine treasure from his gaze.

Jill released her breasts with a frustrated sigh, then went back to gathering the items

she needed for her shower. Her gaze darted to the door time and again to ensure it

remained secured.

He really couldn’t blame her for being nervous. He didn’t exactly come off as

harmless. It pleased him she was intelligent enough to lock the door for her own safety,

even after she’d asked him to step outside. Bacchus noticed a cell phone amongst the

items she’d gathered and grinned to himself.

Jill stroked her arm.

Bacchus followed her movements in a trance. He flicked his tongue out, gathering

her scent, impressing it on his body until he knew he could find her anywhere in this

city.

She walked the few steps into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. Bacchus

told himself to leave, give her the privacy she sought, but he couldn’t. Without

encouragement, his feet traveled the short distance separating him from the woman who

now held his complete attention.

Bacchus stood for several moments, staring at the closed door, listening to the

steady ping of water. His body trembled and muscles ached as he fought to control his

desire. Finally, he passed through the locked door. The second his eyes focused, his

breath froze in his lungs.

Jill stood behind a clear shower curtain, her soapy hands gliding up and over her

long legs in luxurious strokes. She hummed as she reached for a sponge and caressed

the soft material over her breasts. Her nipples stabbed toward the water as if

anticipating its warm lick.

The spray covered her skin, leaving it glistening under the morning light. She

rotated back to front, rinsing the suds from her body. She looked like a nymph under a

waterfall, tempting, alluring. Bacchus curled his fingers into fists to keep from releasing

his cock.

His fangs unfurled, saliva dripping along their length as he bit down. Blood filled

Bacchus’ mouth, exploding his senses. He swallowed it and still he watched. He couldn’

t seem to tear his gaze away.

She continued to wash, moving on to her hair, which turned light brown from the

water. When Jill dropped the soap and bent to retrieve it, Bacchus knew he had to leave

or risk losing control and attacking her.

He took one last look at her heart-shaped ass, kneading his palms with his fingertips

like he longed to knead her ample globes. Her dewy quim dripped from the shower, the

pink flesh pouting in open invitation. His cock would feel at home there, sinking into

her flesh again and again, filling her with his thick length and crimson seed until she

screamed in capitulation.

Bacchus closed his eyes, imagining the sound of her whimpering cries filling his

ears. He had no doubt that the resonance would shatter his hearts. Bacchus departed

quickly before he did something stupid, like join her.

He dressed methodically, covering his flight suit with the clothes he’d purchased.

His cock remained hard as Zaronian marble and would stay so until he sought his

release inside this remarkable Earth woman. By the time Jill had dried and dressed in

preparation for work, he’d regained a modicum of control.

“Ready?” she asked, a cheerful smile planted on her lips as she stepped outside

onto the porch. She swept her purse up onto her shoulder and walked toward the garage

door.

“More than you know,” he muttered to himself, before handing her the key to Ryan’

s car.

They drove in silence north on the 405 to the 101, following the freeway to the

Topanga Canyon exit and made a left into the hills. Bacchus watched as the houses

thinned, leaving woods and hillsides behind. She drove higher, winding their way

deeper into the canyon.

Several minutes later, they reached the kennel Jill’s clients rented. She pulled her car

into the gravel lot and parked.

Dust swirled around them before clearing. Dogs barked in the background. Several

other vehicles dotted the area. Part of Bacchus had hoped they’d be alone, but he knew

that was a bad idea, since his control hung by a single strand of Zaronian yarn.

He followed her along a dirt path leading to rows of buildings, which housed the

kennels. The sound grew as they approached the pens. He saw people in a nearby field

handling different breeds of dogs. The animals obeyed their hand-signaled

orders… most of the time.

Bacchus smiled, enjoying the change of scenery and watching the lighthearted play

between the animals. Leaves rustled in the trees surrounding the compound. Sun

dappled the ground. The earth smelled richer, more pungent, fertile even. Or maybe it

was his newly attuned mating senses kicking in. He turned to Jill.

“Where do you have to work today?”

“The breeding pen. After I’m done with the dogs, their owners will come and get

them to take them home.”

“Where is this pen you speak of?”

She nodded in the direction of a red building located toward the back of the

property. It had a sloped roof and massive sliding doors, which flanked its sturdy sides.

A smaller door stood at the far end for easy access. “We keep the bitches that are in heat

back there. It doesn’t stop the males from smelling them, but it does prevent any

unwanted pregnancies. Can’t have Fido knocking up a twenty thousand dollar dog.”

“I suppose not,” he said, slightly confused by her statement. “After you.” Bacchus

flipped his wrist, rotating his hand in a common Earth gesture.

Jill started down the path in front of him. Bacchus’ gaze strayed repeatedly to her

perfect ass cupped beautifully by a pair of denim jeans. His hunger began to rise. This

wasn’t good.

Bacchus didn’t know how long he’d be able to hold off touching her. He wanted Jill

to come to him or at least welcome him into her bed, into her body. How did one get a

human to do that? So used to seizing what he wanted, Bacchus didn’t know.

They reached the shed that housed a smaller chain-link kennel. Several dogs paced

within their individual pens. The scent of feminine heat overpowered Bacchus. They

may be a different species, but their need permeated the air, tickling his nostrils,

stroking his inner beast.

His gaze darted from dog to dog, their whimpering sounds tearing at his control.

His skin began to burn as the urge to fuck this woman stretched his muscles taut.

Jill walked over to one of the pens and hooked a leash on a large tan female. She led

the dog to a nearby pen located away from the prying eyes of the other animals in the

room. She allowed the dog to slip into the small twelve by twelve wooden-fenced area,

and then turned to Bacchus.

“I’ll be right back. I have to go get the stud.” She turned before he could answer and

left the building.

Bacchus stared at the bitch, her need rolling off her in waves. “I feel your pain,” he

whispered low and soothing to the dog. “At least your discomfort is about to ease, while

mine continues to grow.”

A deep bark sounded behind him, Bacchus turned as Jill walked back into the

building leading the largest dog he’d ever seen. He searched Ryan’s memories for dog

breeds, but found no point of reference.

“Don’t you think he’s a little large for her?” he asked pointing to the much smaller

female, who now whimpered at the change in the air. The other females followed suit.

The male on the leash pulled hard, trying to reach the females in the nearby kennels as

Jill fought to lead him to the pen.

She laughed. “They’ll fit together just fine.”

“He’s enormous. What kind of dog is that?” Bacchus asked, watching the play of

small muscles beneath Jill’s shirt as she tried to hold the animal steady.

“It’s an Anatolian Shepherd.”

“A what? ‘Tis more like a horse.” He blinked. “The beast is mammoth.”

Jill smiled. “Yes, he is, and quite determined at the moment.” She jerked him away

from the other females, pointing him toward the pen where the bitch now danced

anxiously.

The dog caught the female’s scent and strained to break free, nearly dragging Jill to

the gated pen. He’d already started to drool by the time she’d slipped the leash from his

collar. Freed, the male bolted toward the female before Jill stepped out of the pen.

“He’s anxious,” she tittered, running her hands along her pants.

“Can you blame him, when her heat calls to him?”

Jill blushed. “I suppose not, when you put it that way.”

“Do we leave them now?” Bacchus asked his voice growing husky. He prayed she

said yes, since his control hung by a Zaronian spider’s web.

“We can’t.” She shook her head. “I have to make sure they breed.”

His cock spiked in his pants and Bacchus knew he was in trouble.

* * * * *

Jill stepped to the chest-high wall and peered over the top. She watched the male

stick his nose in the female’s sex and begin to lick. Maybe it was her long dry spell or the

present company, but she seemed to feel every strong lap of the dog’s long tongue as he

moved, trying to position himself behind the female.

The bitch growled and whipped around to snap at him, but he remained

undeterred. The male continued to drool and pursue her dripping entrance. His tongue’

s strokes took on new urgency. The female turned her tail to the side to clear his way,

but moved when he tried to mount her. Like any female worth her salt, she didn’t want

to make it too easy on the male.

Jill didn’t hear or see Bacchus move, but she knew the second he stood behind her.

Heat rolled off his body, along with that enticing scent. Her eyes remained locked on the

stud as he became more and more aggressive, cornering the female, so he could

continue to consume her juices. Drool dripped from his muzzle, nearly causing him to

foam at the mouth.

Her face flushed as Jill realized watching the animals do their mating dance with

Bacchus here turned her on. There was something about an aggressive male dominating

a female that made her insides melt. He didn’t ask permission, he simply took what was

in front of him. She knew that kind of thinking belonged in the Dark Ages, but she

couldn’t help how she felt.

Jill’s womb contracted as Bacchus slid a hand along her arm, leaving gooseflesh in

his wake. The stud took that moment to clamp down on the bitch’s neck and mount her.

His enormous blood-red cock, the size of which rivaled that of some men Jill knew,