Page 83 of Chaos has a Name (An FBI Romance/Thriller #66)

“We read over Ethan’s profile. He thinks this is more mental illness than physical disease from consuming flesh.”

Callen opened his drive.

“I did a little research,” he admitted. “I was curious if there were any diseases that might contribute to this craziness,” he offered.

She listened.

“I found something called Kuru disease, and you’ll need to check with Chris on all of these.”

Oh, she would.

“People who eat flesh can have neurological diseases that come about by prions. I have no idea what a prion is, but it’s from brains being eaten, mostly.”

She looked grossed out.

“Oh, that offends you?” he asked, laughing.

She was to the point.

“Flesh is flesh, and I’m convincing myself it tastes like chicken, but brains…they are squishy and gross.”

No one argued there.

Callen continued.

“The prions form in the brain, and they are passed from the brain to the people eating them. The brain deteriorates and that’s how neurological function is damaged.”

Fun times.

“Then, I found one that’s like Mad Cow Disease, but the human version.”

Ick.

“Does that cause people to kill and collect victims’ skulls?” she asked.

He shook his head.

“No.”

It looked like Ethan might be right in his profile. This was looking more like a mental illness driving the bus. Thus, Wendigo Psychosis and paranoia.

“Good research, CJ.”

When he yawned, Elizabeth looked at her watch.

“You should get some sleep. We need you fresh in the morning.”

Callen was to the point.

“Only if you join me,” he said. “We can crash on the couch.”

She could use a little sleep. They’d gotten some information, so she was in a good place to start tomorrow. She had some old Natives to talk to, and she needed forensics back.

“Deal,” she said. “You can go up to bed,” she said to Wyler.

He was to the point.

“How about I sit here and make sure you guys are okay?” he asked.

That also worked for her.

She shared something with him.

“Ethan said he’d dream walk with you, Wyler. He still loves you.”

That helped a little.

“I really do love my children,” he said, touching Callen’s tan cheek. “I’m sorry it took me this long to make amends. I hope I have time.”

Callen said nothing.

Honestly, he hoped one thing too.

That they all had time.

This place was a hot mess, and he couldn’t wait to get the hell home.

FAR.

FROM.

HERE.

* * * The Blackhawk Family * * *

Thursday

After Midnight

Rayna Running Wolf’s

Home

For Caspian Carter, everything was out of control the second she put her mouth on his.

While he considered himself a very in-control kind of a guy, all of a sudden, that was anything but the case.

This was a spiral, and he felt like he was falling into the deepest quagmire.

Never had he felt like this before.

In fact, he was pretty sure he was never going to feel this again.

Rayna was in control, and he was here for the ride. Normally, he always felt like he had to initiate this kind of moment with a woman, but the second she jumped up, wrapping her legs around his hips, he was hers.

All of the fears, panic, and the worry was instantly gone, and now, he was able to live in that moment.

With.

Her.

When she slowly broke the kiss, he stared into her eyes, and he struggled to speak, but this time for a million other reasons.

Lust being one of them.

“Are you sure?” he whispered, barely able to get the words out.

She knew why he was asking.

He was leaving.

A part of her wanted to get him to stay, but she knew that this was life.

People came.

People left.

What she was feeling in that moment was something she’d bet she’d never feel again.

“Yes,” she said, giving him that. “Just don’t ever forget me,” she added, running her fingers down his cheek with nothing but tenderness.

His heart kicked in his chest.

How could he?

Once more, fate proved to be his undoing. Even with something as simple as sex, he was going to hurt afterward.

But still, he’d do it.

Because she compelled him to. The way her mouth tasted, and moved over his, and the way she felt pressed to him.

Rayna was so much smaller than him, and all he wanted to do was enjoy this moment before it was taken from him too.

“Bed?” she asked, letting him decide.

Rayna already knew what she wanted.

HIM.

When he nodded, she smiled at him, and ran her hands through his hair, pulling the deepest, whiskey-warm moan from him.

God.

It sent chills across her body.

When he began carrying her inside, he kicked the door closed behind him, locking the door, inadvertently. It was just something he did automatically from being on baby-bird watch.

As he was carrying her to the only hallway he saw, she already had his shirt open, and halfway off of his body.

Holy shit.

He couldn’t think.

Maybe that was for the best, since then, he couldn’t fuck this up.

That was the last thing he wanted.

“Left,” she said, as she was doing something incredibly wicked to his ear.

When he got them into the room, he couldn’t focus on anything but her.

Well, that and the scratching on the door from Beau. Apparently, the dog was joining them. After putting her down, Caspian let the dog in, and when he turned again, he nearly fell over.

She was already getting naked.

This was somehow a miracle, and he knew it. For some reason, she wanted him.

As she let down her hair, it cascaded down her back, and reached all the way to her hips.

“I suggest you drop your pants, Marine, because I’m feeling aggressive.”

Oh, shit.

He’d never dropped his pants so fast in his whole damn life. When they were off, she moved at him, and Rayna put her hands on him.

First, just to touch his hip, and then, to trail her hand around his body, making sure to touch him as much as possible.

He shook.

Oh, and now, his erection was most definitely in the upright position, just waiting for her to touch him there too.

When she stopped in front of him, he leaned down to find her mouth, and capture it with his.

The kiss was nuclear.

He could feel her hands everywhere, and his brain was melting.

Now, he wanted to touch her too.

Reaching behind her back, he managed to undo her bra hooks, and pull it from her small frame.

The whole time, it felt like she was trying to crawl into his body by way of his mouth.

Then, somehow, she got him turned around.

As she broke the kiss, it took him a second before she shoved him so hard, he tumbled backward onto the bed.

That was when she dropped her panties, and headed his way, spinning them on her finger.

“Hello, sexy man,” she said, crawling up the bed and toward him.

Since this was likely going to be a very short-lived romance, Rayna wanted to give him something to remember.

HER.

And she wanted those memories for herself.

What she could already tell was the sex was going to rock her world.

The man’s dick…

It was spectacular.

In all honesty, she couldn’t wait to slide down it and feel him fill her body.

The whole time, Caspian watched her, and it was something he’d never forget.

She wanted him.

And she knew the truth.

As she crawled her way onto the bed, he was focused on one thing.

He was a breast man, and this woman’s tits were amazing. He wanted to feel them pressed to him again as they drove that heat up in the room.

“Caspian Carter, you’re going to be fun to play all over,” she purred.

The visual made his dick throb.

Okay.

He was dying tonight.

That was the only outcome he could see happening. Already, his brain was mush, and he couldn’t wait to cum so many times, she’d never forget him.

She didn’t hold back.

Wrapping her fingers around his dick, she got him in the most perfect death grip he’d ever felt in his whole life. As she did, she went to his neck, leaving bites and kisses across his flesh.

“Please,” he muttered.

Oh, she gave him exactly what he wanted.

Her.

With her lips by his ear, she shared what she was thinking.

“I suddenly love yoga,” she admitted, admiring his body. It was absolute perfection from the twelve-pack abs, to the tight muscle-corded thighs.

Oh, well, him too.

When she found a nipple, still slowly, torturously stroking his erection, his brain had shut down, and his erection was driving this bus.

He was so hard.

Caspian was desperate for her.

“Please go lower,” he muttered, finally getting words out when she was leaving bites across his chest.

From the wetness he could feel being spread across his erection, he knew there was already precum.

Yeah, this woman was going to break him.

As in he’d never have sex with someone else again and not compare it to this moment.

This was Caspian’s greatest moment in his life.

Truthfully.

At his words, she laughed, that desperation she was feeling overtook her.

She.

Wanted.

Him.

Because he asked so nicely, Rayna did as he had requested, moving lower, leaving a trail of kisses across his upper body. The whole time, she reveled in how he shook.

If he was leaving when this case was over, she had to give him a reason to come back to see her.

Because she’d wait for him.

No.

Doubt.

Already, she knew this was special, and something she’d never experience again. Deep down, Rayna suspected she’d found her other half.

That click when she kissed him told the tale.

This was her mate.

Oh, her father was going to shit ten loads of bricks and build himself a pulpit from which to preach how wrong it was, but she didn’t care.

“Caspian,” she whispered, making him squirm with how she made sure to touch every part of him. “Let’s have some fun.”

He didn’t speak.

Instead, he was captivated by watching her. Caspian was staring down his body, and enjoying the way her manhandling felt.

Oh, he was in control, only because he wanted this to never end.

He had to face the cold-hard reality that he was going to never have this again.

At some point, he’d have to say goodbye.

Unfortunately.

Rayna controlled the pleasure, her lips moving across his bare abs to the part of him she really enjoyed.

His erection.