SEEKER

ENGAGEMENT

**EXPLICIT SCENE**

“Kellan…”

I panted and pulled at the cuffs. The warmth of his breath had me keening at his very intimate touch. My back lifted off the bed when he circled my core with that talented tongue. I could feel my body closing in on that gorgeous feeling. It didn’t help that I couldn’t see with the blindfold. “Ahh,” I whimpered weakly. Felt too shaky and too desperate… in an awful need for release. I pulled on the restraints. “Babe…”

“Oh, I know, love.” He purred, sounded like he had something in his mouth. He had me on the verge of orgasming for the third time now. Alternating between the wand and his mouth. Just before I came, he stopped. Torturing me for playing him, which, technically, was not even my fault. He misheard me. Anyway, chile...Not knowing where he would touch me next or how, was really soaking up the apex of my thighs with heat and desire.

“Please,” I groaned. Deep breath in.

His tongue swirled on me as his fingers moved inside me, working my core again. “Oh my God,” I gasped, moaning loudly. “Yes… yes,” I pulled on my restraints again. I was well on my way to climaxing again. He better not stop this time or, I swear, I will kill him. My back lifted, welcoming the oncoming release. Tingles of orgasm started spreading through me. Just as I basked in it, everything suddenly stopped.

“No,” I complained before I actually could comprehend that he had stopped. I could feel him looking at me. I had one card to play. Only one. If I was gonna come… I had to beg, but like really beg. “Kellan,” I moaned. “Please, I wanna come,”

“Again,” his tongue lapping at me.

I moaned, shivering at any slight touch from him, brushing my n*****s, his fingers dancing on my thigh, his tongue licking my n*****s… any touch had me whimpering.

He hummed, enjoying my taste. Leisurely. Slowly. Too slowly.

An idea hit me. “Husband, please,” I actually managed to sound sarcastic. I bit back a smile.

He groaned and paused, removing the blindfold, kissing the living daylights out of me. “Husband huh?”

“Husband,” I whispered. “Please give me what I need, husband,”

"You think you're slick?" he raised an eyebrow at me. Winded as I was, I smiled. Next thing I knew, his tongue was attending me again, in time with his fingers. He eyed me as he descended. I was not allowed to look away.

Perfect. It worked. Squirming, my body felt like exploding… pretty sure this was what an internal combustion felt like. I did not recognize the moans I was letting out, trembling and barely breathing. Felt like I would not survive this… I get to do this for the rest of my life.

“Come, baby,” he murmurred, pistoning his fingers. With the way my squirt was building, it would not be long. My stomach knotted and tensed, my insides tightened and...

“Come all over my hand,” he whispered.

Ah s**t.

"f**k,” I cried out as I came. Those deferred orgasms exploded into each other. My body shattered over and over as I released, writhing beneath him as wave after wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me. Orgasm pooled beneath me. My f**k! It is so much! I need to stop… f**k.

“Let go for me, baby.” He murmured, not relenting on me. “Don't stop,” his face back between my thighs in seconds and I was overwhelmed with pleasure.

I usually could ease my orgasm by stretching my legs and clamping them shut, but he kept them open and pinned, while lapping at me throughout my orgasm, having me spray sporadically till I felt like there was nothing left in me. He never stopped encouraging me to come and I could not stop myself. I did not want to, but I did as well. “Baby, give me more,” he pleaded, like he needed me to come for him more… and f*****g s**t, if that did not give me a whole new orgasm. He lowered his face again and I was just pure sensation.

“Baby,” I cried out. I couldn’t even see anymore, my vision became blurry. I couldn’t handle his tongue anymore. I heard the buzzing of the wand. I was gonna die today. I shook as stars danced behind my eyes and white-hot light took over when he pressed it gently against my c**t. I couldn’t take it anymore. A scream tore itself for me as I combusted again. Too much.

“Amber,” I muttered through gritted teeth. I was on the brink of consciousness, still quivering and shaking.

He paused, immediately got to removing the cuffs. I took a steadying breath and slumped into bed, completely winded. Barely blinking up at him, still breathing very heavily as my eyes adjusted. “Hi,” he smiled at me, that gorgeous, one semi - dimpled smile of his, kissing my forehead, my cheeks. “You okay, baby?” he asked so softly, shushing me and cradling me like I could shatter at any moment. You know what… he was right. I had shattered and would shatter and he must baby me.

“Hello,” I murmurred, quivering under his touch and his soft kisses.

“You okay?” he asked, pulling me into a cuddle. My mouth caught his, prompting his mouth open. I moaned as our tongues moved, tasting him… hmmm, tasting me. I ran my hands through his hair. He quickly pulled away, softly kissing my arms, my chest, collar bone… soothing me as I caught my breath.

I nodded. “Much better now that you aren’t torturing me,” I shuddered.

His mouth was back on mine. “You were the one begging me,”

I scrambled up and practically attacked him, kissing whatever I had access to… I couldn’t get him close to me fast enough. He was shocked at first because, two seconds ago, I was practically dead.

“You just safe worded baby,” he reminded me between kisses.

“Technically, it was a pause,” I reminded him, feeling better now that I was human again.

“Regardless, cool down,” he smiled at me. “Have some water first. You pretty much squirted out every liquid in your system,” he bit back his smirk. I was glad he knew better.

“Ha Ha Ha” I snorted. He handed me water, rubbing my back, my stomach, soothing me. I did not want to be soothed anymore. His erection digging into my side was not gonna soothe me. It had to be inside for that. I turned to him. “I am good love,” I eyed him, giving him the biggest doe eyes look I could manage. “I promise… can we carry on?”

He narrowed his eyes. “We probably can.”

“May we?” I rolled my eyes at him, sitting up and looking at him.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me,” he smiled warmly, his mouth low-key glistening with my slickness. “No,” he said. “I am not entirely convinced you’re good to go yet-” he stopped short when I had him in my hand.

“Husband, I am good.” I assured him, stroking him. “I promise,” I leaned down with the intention of swallowing him whole.

“You sure, wife?” he asked before I could take him in my mouth, gripping me by my hair, stopping me. Him calling me wife had me ready to combust. Genuinely felt my core throb in desire.

I nodded. “Yes.” I bit my lip, “G-Green,” I murmured. Like a traffic light, red = stop, green = go and amber = pause. I bent down and took him in my mouth. “I love how we taste,” licking his length. I felt a shudder run through his body when I said that. I moaned, licking and teasing him. “We taste so good together,”

He hummed in appreciation. I wanted him to finish in my mouth, so I got started.

“Wait… you went off the antibiotics, right? Like exactly a month ago, right? Pill is effective again, right?” He asked, gripping my hair again. It really was the only way to stop me because your girl was determined. I nodded, plopping him in my mouth again, even if doing so hurt because of his tight grip. His grip eased. “Zoey,” he groaned and I bobbed my head, lodging him in my throat. He gripped my hair, not to stop me for once, humming his appreciation again.

YES! I doubled down on my efforts. “Babe… Don’t distract me…” His grip tightened, much harder this time and my head could not move again. “I am trying to enjoy you here,” He sighed, regaining his senses. “So we good to go without a condom again?” he asked breathlessly.

I nodded, smiling lasciviously. I wanna be on top now.

“I’ll f**k your mouth later,” he smiled at me. He pulled me onto him by my hair, astride. Could he read my mind? I felt his hardness on my mound.

“No play… just us,” he reminded me. I bit my lip, wrapping my arms around his neck. He licked his fingers and teased my core... ensuring I was wet which ofcourse, I was. I always was. I didn’t want fingers anymore. I wanted to torture him back and lined him up, slowly lowering onto him. The feeling of being filled by him… savouring him… Hmmm! I felt like coming just off of this. I thought I was panting before. My grip tightened on his neck. His grip tightened on my waist.

“All of me, love,” he whispered and slowly dove deeper, spreading my cheeks apart.

I groaned, his words causing my s*x to pulsate. Nodding, grabbing onto him tighter as he slid in.

He moved slowly. “See, you were made for me,” he whispered, kissing me. “You.” Kiss. “This pussy.” Kiss. “My pussy.” Kiss. “You my angel,” he whispered. "All mine now…" Thrusting more into me. "To have and to hold," Not the f*****g vows. He has always told me I was his, so why the hell is this hitting so different and so good? If this was driving me crazy, I should return the favour and see how it feels for him.

“In sickness and in health,” I whispered and flattened him on his back. “Always and forever,” I was right. It drove him crazy, down right primal.

I started riding him as hard as I could. His hands roamed my body as I moved, fondling my n*****s, running his hands down my body as I moved, resting on my cheeks. “Harder baby,” his grip tightened on my cheeks, opening me up and slamming up into me. Once we found our rhythm, there was no stopping us. He was as delirious as I was, watching me at work and goodness, the grunts and groans he was making sent me into a frenzy. The way he was looking at me, the hunger burning bright in his eyes, intoxicated by me. My head rolled back as shivers started crawling up my spine. Pleas and cries pouring from my mouth

My mind went so blank before I exploded, I couldn’t moan or groan or even breathe. I peaked and peaked and… “Ah,” I groaned loudly. “s**t …” My body contorted and bowed to him as I violently, loudly and wetly came crashing down. I tried to cover my mouth for some reason.

“I wanna hear you,” he ordered, stopping me. I flattened on his chest, breathing hard as I recovered, a lazy smile dancing on my lips.

My mind finally registered that the man beneath me had not finished. As if he could tell, he smiled at me and started pumping his length into me, making me wanton. The arm he had wrapped around me so possessively, pulled me tighter towards him.

"Holy f**k," I moaned.

***

“Thank you for a wonderful weekend, my beloved fiancé.” Couldn’t help the bud of joy every time I said that.

“Always, my love” he smiled.

We managed to check out on time. He was in light grey sweatpants with a white short-sleeve and sneakers. I wore a white pixie dress with tan accessories. Kellan had already mined as many jokes as he could about my clothing choice and our recent change of status in our relationship. When he saw me get dressed, he laughed at my “eagerness to get married.” He also hummed the ‘Wedding March’ when I walked towards the bags to do away with last minute packing. I punched him each time. We were driving home now. It hit me then, really hit me that I was engaged. Engaged. Me. I was getting married to the man of my dreams. I laughed incredulously. I was engaged. Most amazing birthday weekend ever and I was engaged to the most incredible man on Earth. The sweetest, kindest, smartest... ugh, my chest was so warm, absorbing my engagement.

“What is so funny?” he asked, giving me a once over, his eyes lingering on the ring I was admiring. His triumphant smile was rivalled by mine.

“We are engaged,” I said, interlocking our hands. My voice filled with wonder. “I am having a hard time acclimatising to my new reality… our new reality,” I said. Even to me, this sounded wild.

He smiled, lifted our hands and kissed mine. I could not stop grinning. His work phone (connected to the car) interrupted our happy bubble. He rested his hand on my thigh as I clicked the answer button. I held his hand again.

“McCarty.” Short. Curt. Authoritative. Sexy.

“I know you off and all, but our cold case just got interesting. Another frozen body was picked up but that is not why I called,” Valezques said. "I know Donovan said we could relax this weekend but I did not. I kept looking into the frozen Jane Does... you were right,"

Reality could not have crashed my bubble any faster. It felt like a millenia ago. My mind raced over my cases… so much had happened since my first sighting. Due to the fact that Kellan and I had been attached by the lips (or hips), I hadn’t seen Gianna.

“Did she witness the crime?” Kellan asked, snapping me back to the now.

“Not exactly.” Valezques said.

“Why must it be me who hears it?” Kellan asked. What had I missed?

“She won’t say. She just specifically wants to talk to you,” Valezques said.

Kellan rolled his eyes. A message came in on my personal phone. It was Lucy. 2nd body with the same MO was found as my vic. This was sent at the same time Valesquez spoke again. “The victim profile we picked up on Friday to the tee. Lacerations on all her limbs plus the fatal throat slit. Local PD just caught it.”

Wait… I spoke up. “When you say lacerations on all her limbs, do you mean her carotid artery was slit and there were lacerations on the major arteries of her limbs and a cigarette burn on the cheek?”

”Yes. I have 4 bodies across the counties fitting my MO, which includes the frozen ladies, thus far,” Kellan answered.

“Kellan, have you been pillow talking with Zoey?” Valezques laughed.

I shook my head. “No asshole. The Local PD that just caught it was me. My team actually. I have 2 bodies that fit that MO. You have 4. That’s a total of 6 bodies. We have a real-as-f**k serial killer on our hands and he is in our city,”

“We know. We were headed over to the NYPD tomorrow and he kills in groups of 4, so we are anticipating 2 more bodies before he goes undercover again.” Valezques said. “Gimme a few seconds, Johnson has something,” he left the phone off the hook.

“You did not say you were headed to the NYPD,” I said.

He shrugged. “Last thing I thought I should bring up was the case. As agreed, no talk about visions and work,”

I narrowed my eyes and let go of his hand, irritated. He was right. I was the one that asked for the no-work thing. “We are gonna need to touch base with our separate cases for tomorrow,”

“You’re pissed?” He asked.

“I am not pissed,” I said through stiff lips.

“Babe, come on.” He said. “It was your request. You aren’t on duty. Not yet anyway.” Persuasive and compelling.

I had an ace of my own. “Exactly. You’re not bound by FBI gag orders. My being off duty means I’m not a cop currently,” I reminded him. “Besides, marital privilege is a thing. I am gonna be your wife, remember?”

He smirked. “You are gonna need to say that last part again,”

I had to admit it. My irritation dissipated when I said that. “What? That I am your wife? Need I say that once more, fiancé of mine?”

Red signal. He leaned over to kiss me, which he did… he really did. Nearly forgot we were driving. He groaned. “s**t,” he murmured. He quickly pulled off because the car behind us hooted.

“We had to be cops, didn’t we?” I laughed softly.

He smiled. “We had to.”

I laughed. “Alternatively, I can totally see you running the mafia or at least the right-hand man.”

“Really?” he lifted an eyebrow. “I am not Italian. Not that I know of anyway,” he mumbled.

It was easy to forget that he had no recollection of his life before the Orphanage. His life before was completely unknown. Only that he was in foster care. Adopted when he was 10. He didn’t even mean it as a reminder. I forgot to reply and just stared at him in wonder.

“What?” he looked at me and smiled. His mind was nowhere near where mine was. Valezques came back on the phone and interrupted us. “How was the weekend Z,?”

I squeezed Kellan’s hand. “It was great but you’re trying to ruin it by taking him away,”

“Hmm mm, it is his fault baby,” Kellan added.

Valezques stuttered on the phone. "Yeah, well... You should not have dated an FBI agent,"

We laughed. “The reason you called Valezques,” Kellan chimed in. Annoyed.

I sighed at him. My fiancé could be quite a prick. My fiancé. My amazing fiancé. I felt that rush of feelings inside everytime I said it. Fiancé. Okay, Immo stop. I was still giddy.

“No need to be so rude,” I spoke up.

“Listen to your girlfriend, McCarty,” Valesquez teased.

There it was… a need to correct Valezques. I was not just his girlfriend. I bit my tongue. We actually had not spoken about who we would tell… if we even intended on it. Hmmm…

“Valesquez,” Kellan warned and rolled his eyes. “I am on my way in. Give me half an hour.”

He parked outside my precinct. I looked at my dress. This was the furthest thing from work wear. I looked for my gun but then I remembered that I did not have one. His piece was always on him. I grabbed my bag. He continued. “I worked from the assumption that you have a back-up suit in there?” he said.

I nodded. “I won't use it. I am still off. See you later,” I mumbled. “To finish this weekend on a more desired note,” I smiled.

He got out of the car, walked around it and opened the door for me. Always a gentleman. He held out his hand and I grabbed it happily. I felt like I was shitting rainbows. I was so happy. He backed me up on the car. I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Or we could finish the weekend up right now,” I snickered into his neck, kissing his throat. With my heels off, I was considerably shorter.

“Voyeuristic much love?” He chuckled, then he lifted my face. “I can not tell you what a happy man you have made me by saying yes,” he held my left hand and kissed it. “I am having a hard time not riding this high. Feels unreal… you’re mine,”

“I’ve always been yours, Kellan,” As if I was not glowing enough already. I could not stop beaming. “I might have a slight notion,”

“Tiny inclination really,” he tipped my face up.

I went on my tippy toes. “I-,” I kissed the corner of his mouth “Love-,” I kissed the other corner. “You.” I pecked him. “It is you that has made me happy. Happier than I ever thought I deserved to be.”

“Cheesy,” he murmured. " But the same for me."

I giggled. “No but really,” I said in a small voice. “When I finally made peace with my gift, amongst other things,” I chuckled once. “There were some things I thought I would never get; a functioning, loving relationship. Kellan, I never thought I would get something like this." I lifted my gaze to his. "A man who loves me the way you do,” The intensity of his gaze had me looking down, staring at my ring. “Marriage was never… not because I did not want to, but I never thought anyone would want to marry a person who sees ghosts. There were some things I thought I would never experience and then you came along. Gave me things I had never thought I deserved and made me feel things I thought I would never be able to feel. Kinda made the impossible… possible. You continue to give me that and so much more…” It was that stare, that understanding stare that made you wanna lay bare everything. I didn’t know how else to say it. I backpedalled. “I didn’t think it would happen. So yeah… it is you who has made me-”

He crashed his lips against mine. “That is me you’re describing,” I ran my fingers in his hair, really drinking him in, feeling him… tasting him. He had me matched in seconds and soon enough, I had to remind myself that we were outside and that passersby were a thing etc. I traced the tip of my tongue on his bottom lip, knowing it would drive him a little crazy. It did. His work phone rang. He cursed as he pulled away.

“You gotta go,” I murmurred against his lips.

“I gotta go,” he said reluctantly. He kissed me again. His work phone kept ringing. He finally pulled away. He turned on his heel and walked to the driver’s side. “I will pick you up in 2 hours maximum,” he said, altering the terms.

“Thought it was as long as necessary,” I raised my eyebrow.

“Changed my mind,” he smirked, and got in the car. “I love you, future wife,”

“Love you too, future husband,” I blew a kiss at him.

He winked and drove off. I actually missed him already. He just left. I was even annoyed at myself. I shrugged it off and walked into the precinct.