The Clash of Yesterday (Chronicles of the Stone Veil 0.5)

“What is it?” I ask, not concerned but not feeling like I can leave her here on the sidewalk.

“What did he poison me with?” she asks.

“Poison?” I bend over to catch her eye. “He probably dropped X in your drink.”

“I don’t feel right at all,” she gasps, trying to straighten up. Her hand rubs across her stomach, then her knuckles press against her breastbone.

Shit. I don’t want to get involved, but I find myself asking. “Where do you live?”

“Uptown,” she replies. “The Sapphire.”

“Come on,” I say gruffly, grabbing her hand. “I’ll make sure you get home okay.”

CHAPTER 3

Ronan

I know I’m in deep trouble the minute I get Eliana into an Uber. As I slide into the seat next to her, she throws her head back and starts to pant. The Uber driver takes off, and I watch as Eliana’s hand rubs at her stomach more, then moves up to her breast.

She reaches inside her open blouse and pinches a nipple.

“Christ,” I mutter, reaching over to pull her hand out.

“Stop,” she snaps, hand diving back inside her bra. Again, I can tell she’s rubbing her nipple with her index finger. “Something’s wrong, Ronan.”

“Yeah, you’ve been roofied,” I mutter.

The Uber driver jerks, shooting me a wide-eyed look in the rearview mirror. I glare back. “Not by me. By someone else.”

The driver’s eyes go back to the road.

I turn back to Eliana, but God help me, her hand is now between her legs. I can’t see what she’s doing under that skirt, but I know by the way her hips are circling that she’s probably two fingers deep in herself.

Shifting uncomfortably in my seat, I stare out the passenger window, trying to stop the thickening of my cock through sheer force of will.

Eliana groans deeply, and my head snaps her way. Her back is arched, hips lifted off the backseat, and I can tell she’s orgasming.

My traitorous cock swells to epic proportions.

Mercifully, Eliana slumps in the seat, drawing her hand from between her legs. With bleary eyes, she tries to smooth her skirt down while regaining her breath. The Uber driver and I exchange glances in the mirror, and I look out the window to see The Sapphire just half a block ahead, thank fuck.

“Oh no,” Eliana snarls in misery, and my attention jerks to her. She stares back, eyes wide with fear. “It’s starting again. What’s happening to me?”

The driver comes to a halt in front of The Sapphire, and I have to decide. It’s the fact that in all the years I’ve known and hated Eliana, I’ve never seen her scared of a single thing. She is the most fearless woman I know.

Her hand goes back under her skirt, but I grab her by the wrist, pulling it out. She makes a sound of protest, but I point out, “We’re here… at your place.”

“Oh,” she says, momentarily distracted, but then whatever is going on inside her body starts to heat up again. She gasps, trying to pull her wrist out of my grip, but acknowledging that she has to get out of public view. “I need to get inside.”

Quickly, I open the back door, slide out, and pull Eliana with me. She bobbles her briefcase, and I take it from her. Her legs are wobbly, so I let her lean against me, my free arm going around her waist.

Inside the lobby, we gather a few stares. She’s panting with need, and I haven’t the foggiest idea what to do with her other than dump her in her apartment and hope she has a lot of batteries and a vibrator handy.

The elevator doors open as soon as she hits the button, and we step inside. She taps the 27th floor, and the minute the doors slide closed, she jerks away from me with a groan. “Goddamn it,” she snarls. “I need to come again so bad.”

“Jesus,” I mutter as I try not to watch, but her hand dives under her skirt again. I see long legs, hand working hard, and it takes all my willpower to turn away. “What the fuck did he give you? I didn’t think ecstasy worked like that.”

“Maybe I’m more susceptible,” she rasps as her hips twist to rub against her hand.

“Apparently,” I murmur as I keep my eyes focused on the opposite wall.

Eliana lets out a low groan, the sound of her orgasming again, and I clench my teeth.

“Fuck,” she growls in irritation. “As soon as this passes, I’m going to go find that guy and cut his balls off.”

“He deserves it,” I agree, bringing my gaze back. Her hand is blessedly removed from between her legs when we reach her floor.

The elevator doors slide open, and she cuts me a sharp glance. “Thanks for the ride. I can make it to my apartment now.”

“Sure—”

But then Eliana is moaning again, tears springing to her eyes. “God… what the fuck is going on? It’s starting again, and it’s even worse.”