Under Currents Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

The man was already trembling, trying to talk his way out of whatever fate awaited him. Nora leaned against the brick wall, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold. She did not announce her presence immediately. She watched silently what he was going to do with the man next. Finally, she spoke. “Want a hand, Robert?” He glanced over his shoulder, meeting her gaze. His expression did not change, but she caught the flicker of an emotion. “You should not have followed me here.” “Well, here I am now,” she replied, stepping closer. “And curiosity kills cats.”

The glass walls were now covered in heavy blinds, the once minimal decor replaced with a plush leather recliner, a small side table with an assortment of oils and towels, and a discreet fridge in the corner, stocked not with water bottles, but with labeled glass jars awaiting their fill. Nora stood in the center of the room, heart pounding, wearing nothing but a silk robe that Roman had left folded on her desk that morning. The fabric kissed her skin as if it were complicit in what was about to happen. Her breasts, full again, throbbed with anticipation. She had only just arrived that morning, but already the ache had returned. It was as if her body had learned to respond to their presence,

"Whatever she's planning, it happens in the next four days." I looked at the kitchen around me. Cam at his laptop. My father's coffee going cold. Outside, Seattle moving through its morning. "Come home," I said. "Tomorrow morning," he said. "Renner goes to oversight custody tonight." "Tomorrow morning," I agreed. I hung up. Looked at Cam. "A woman named Nora," I said. "British, Hunter-line, significant personal wealth. She's been running this from behind the ideology." Cam was already typing.

As Drew pulls me closer and kisses me softly under the faint shimmer of lights, I can’t help but think… How could a man so sweet have been hiding beneath the surface all this time? THE END

I could not phantom what she would sacrifice her body for. “That’s my secret to keep.” she whispered in my ear. Nora went to my bed. She lay there and started caressing her breasts. I swallowed hard. My cock twitched in my pants and I wanted those nipples in my mouth. Nora stared at me as she fingered herself. Her left hand continued to play with her nipples, rubbing it while her finger went in and out of her already wet cunt. I imagined Lucille in front of me. I saw her sweet smile instead of Nora’s gaping mouth.

I pressed myself back against the wall and watched one of the guards roll his eyes when they sprung to action. Nora stood leaning against the door when I finally peeled myself from the wall and walked down the foyer. Her eyes played mischievously when she stepped into the light and my eyes were immediately drawn to the leather miniskirt and the low-cut top. “What was that howl? What happened?” I asked as if she would know. To my surprise, Nora winked and hooked her arm in mine as we walked out to a car. “I called in a favor from our new resident rogues,”

She unclasps her bra with a sly grin, letting it fall away, and my eyes are immediately drawn to her ample chest, her nipples hardening in the cool outpost air. "Here!" Bear chimes in, tossing a couple of pillows over the table. Nora props one below her head and the other under her lower back. She sinks into them with an exaggerated sigh and begins to undo her trousers. I help her, impatiently pulling them down and past her ankles as I get into position by the side of the table.

"Well, that's not for us to decide. We can't go back and tell Carlos that you pleaded with us and we forgave you." "It's not like we want to kill you or something," another said with a shrug. "Alpha's orders." Nora looked around desperately, searching for an escape route. There was nothing behind her but the cliff edge and the churning river far below the ground. She backed up, feeling loose stones shift under her feet. "Please," she begged. "Don't do this to me, I beg you." One of the wolves lunged forward, not to attack but to frighten her. It worked. Nora stumbled backward, felt the ground give way, and then she was falling, the wolves' faces disappearing above her as the rush of air and

I rode his face harder, grinding shamelessly, my juices smearing across his chin and cheeks. Nora got down from the bed and took off her pajamas shorts before returning back to the bed. She crawled up his body until she was right behind me. “You’ve had your fun, Roxy,” she whispered in my ear, she reached out, gripping my waist. “My turn.” I rolled my hips over Christian's tongue one more time before sliding off him. Christian took the opportunity to catch his breath. “Untie me this instant.” He demanded. “Nope.” Nora replied, she didn't waste much time immediately taking my place on our Daddy's face.

‎Aleksei and I exchange a look. ‎That is the third time the location has surfaced tonight. ‎Which means it is real. ‎Or it is bait. ‎Possibly both. ‎Another message buzzes through my phone before we leave. ‎A new image. ‎Closer this time. ‎Nora’s face fills the screen. Her lip still bleeding faintly. Eyes sharp despite the exhaustion. ‎Defiant. ‎Alive. ‎A single line follows beneath it. ‎She talks about you in her sleep. ‎Something in me snaps.