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She was considering putting her hands on them
when a grating sound rang. She jerked then forced herself to settle down and
not open her eyes either. She fought with herself and she won. Oh yes, she won.
Because just at that moment, fingers parted her folds and a tongue found her
clit.

“Oh, that feels so good,” she found herself
saying out loud.

He chuckled but didn’t stop. He traced the
tip of his tongue down her slit, then back up again, stopping for a very hot
moment to dip it inside her. She stiffened, eager for more, but he was already
moving back to her clit. Not that that was a bad thing in itself, but she
needed more. Her walls were squeezing around an invisible cock, almost as if
they were calling out to him.
Shit, she was going crazy!

* * * *

It was almost as if she was talking to him
mind-to-him.
But that wasn’t possible!
Drake reminded himself. She
wasn’t even one of them, she was mortal. There was no way she could talk to him
in such a way. And yet…he somehow knew she wanted to be fucked.
No
, that
she wanted something inside of her while he pleasured her. Or, was he the one
thinking that, wanting that for her and his own enjoyment?

His head hurt when he drew back, looking
around him as if a solution would present itself to him. It wasn’t as if they
were at his place, or even his First Man’s, where toys were sure to be present,
ready to be used and abused. No, they were in the library, and there sure as
hell weren’t any sex toys around.

His eyes fell on the pens she’d put down on
the floor, all of them lined up parallel to her collection of books.
Perhaps…
Before he could think it through, he’d picked the fattest one of the bunch. He
tested the metallic encasing, finding it cold and unforgiving, the thought
enthralling him. Yes, it would do quite nicely.

He didn’t warn her and maybe he should have,
but he wanted to experience her unrestrained reaction. Grabbing the pen in two
fingers, he brought the rounded end to her clit and pressed it against the
sensitive nub. He watched the red skin darken, heard her soft sigh as he
started playing with her again. He traced her folds until the tip vanished
inside her.

This time, she squealed as he pushed the pen
inexorably deeper into her.

* * * *

He’d put something inside her! “Drake!”

“Shh, baby, just relax. It will feel good,
trust me.”

“But−”

She realized she’d opened her eyes and was
staring at the ceiling when he cut her off and said, his voice suddenly
harsher, “Get back into position. Remember I know what I’m doing.”

“Sure. I mean, yes!”
Damn it!
She admonished
herself inwardly. Of course, he knew what he was doing.
Experience,
remember? Stupid!

Her inner voice drew to a screeching halt
when he started rocking the object inside her. It wasn’t big so it didn’t hurt.
It was a strange sensation though. He fucked her with the cold, metallic
thing
,
the thrusts shallow and meant to arouse. When his tongue found her clit again
and he timed his licks with his hand movements, she began seeing stars. Her
walls contracted around the object, desperately needing his cock to replace it.
But he never wavered, never paused. He brought her to the edge, and for a
second there, she thought he’d stop but no, he let her fly. She screamed out
his name. Her hips jerked up, her eyes opening at the sudden rush of
sensations.

“Very nice,” she heard him say before a
shadow fell over her.

She looked up to find him smirking down at
her, a giant of a man with thickly corded arms and a massive chest devoid of
hair bar the happy trail that led to… “Oh shit!” Her eyes stuck to his erection,
she didn’t see until too late what he brought to her open lips.

“Lick it clean,” he told her as if she was
his slave. Or a nice pet.

Her pen, that was her pen, which he pushed so
unceremoniously into her mouth. Her pen, which was soaked with her juices. Her
pen that he’d used to fuck her with.
Christ, who was this guy?
She
thought as she winced but curled her tongue around the offending object.

He watched her do it, his face a blank mask.
When he pulled the pen out and forced her back down on the desk, when he
dragged her body up until her head fell over the side, his eyes were nearly
black and his cock purple. “Now that you’ve practiced on your improvised
dildo…suck it.” It didn’t come as a huge surprise, but she was still forcing
her mouth wide when he pushed his way in. She froze, afraid she’d choke. Afraid
she’d hurt him too if she wasn’t careful. “Yes, baby, that’s it. Suck my cock.
That’s right, suck it, Jessica. I want to feel your mouth, your tongue on me.”

She was so surprised by his sudden burst of
words, she stopped all movements and rolled her eyes upwards to catch a glimpse
of his face.

* * * *

He hadn’t been able to stop himself. The
sight of her tongue running up and down that pen as if it was a cock had
hardened him beyond belief. She’d sucked on her own juices without any qualms,
and even now she was obeying him as if she’d been born for him. She obviously
wanted this as much as he wanted it. The thought spurred him on, and he drew
back, watching his dick pop out of her mouth with a wet sound.
Fuck, she was
hot!

Her tongue snaked out, catching a drop of
come from his tip, the sight getting to him before the feel of it nearly undid
him. He let out a grunt and pushed his cock into her mouth again. Her throat
worked around his length, her hands coming up to cling to his thighs. She
curled her arms around his legs, her nails digging into his skin as if she
needed to hold on to something. He fucked her mouth, his teeth gritted as he
tried to force his climax away. Not yet, not yet…

He leaned down a little and let his right
hand cup her breast, pressing the warm flesh with tense fingers. She groaned
around his dick and even chocked a little, her teeth sliding along that
sensitive underside. “Fuck!”

In retaliation, he pinched her nipple and
felt his eyes widen when he saw the way her hips jerked up at the sensation.
So, he did it again. And again. And watched her thighs spread wide once again,
moisture pooling there, dripping down onto the desk underneath her. She was
beyond wet…beyond ready.

He needed to have her again.

* * * *

He slid out of her mouth, and she gulped,
working her aching throat and jaw as best she could. She whimpered, but he was
already moving her body around. Like a rag doll, he propped her up to a
standing position, her head buzzing at the sudden rush of blood. He held her
put as he sat down in the chair that had once been hers. She watched him as he
stretched out his long legs and motioned her forward. “Come here. You’re going
to ride me.”

“I am?” she couldn’t help but ask.

“Don’t be a smart ass, Jessica. You know you
want this as much as I do.”

“I do?”

His eyebrows snapped together. “Are you
denying it?”

Her gaze fell to his erection, springing
proudly from his lap. It curved over his washboard stomach, and only seemed to
be waiting for her.
Come on and take me
, it seemed to say.
You’re
seriously losing your mind
, she acknowledged to herself but she still went
to him.

He moved his legs together so she could
settle down on his thighs, his hands automatically finding her waist. Unable to
stop herself, she let her fingers trace his cock from root to tip, earning
herself another growl. “Stop teasing and start fucking.”

“Are you always this impatient?” She looked
up and caught a flash of something in his eyes. She would have been interested
in learning what it was, but he was already tugging her body up…until she was
standing above him, until her pussy was just above his cock. He drew her down,
slowly. Slowly enough she could feel her breath hitch at every inch that
disappeared inside of her.

“Yes, that’s it,” he murmured, his fingers
squeezing her tight.

Finally, she was settled on his lap, his cock
taking all the space inside her, her breasts brushing his hard chest, her face
far too close to his for comfort. She was nearly eye to eye with him, the
position too intense, too much too fast. She blinked, the sudden realization
they’d fucked and hadn’t even kissed yet making her blush.

Of all the damn things…
She berated herself but it didn’t change
anything. She couldn’t help but gaze at his mouth, at that lower lip so much
fuller. So damn appealing too. Really, that mouth was lost on a man. Well,
maybe not. After all, that mouth was doing things to her insides, had done for
days for that matter. She’d never imagined he was going through the same thing,
never imagined he could possibly want her too.

But he did. He had. And now she was so close
to him, so damn close with his cock pulsing inside her and his hands grabbing
her hips, muscles bunching as he tried to lift her off of him.

“No!”

He was so shocked by her sudden outburst, he
let her go. His cock slammed into her cervix, the pain shattering her previous
pleasure. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, her mouth opening on a
soundless whimper.

“Shit. Shit! Are you okay? Jessica?” His
hands were now on her shoulders, and he was nearly shaking her. “Talk to me,
damn it!”

She took a deep breath and let it out,
wriggling over him as if to test the way he felt inside her. “I’m okay. I’m
fine. It just…hurt. But it’s better now.”

“Is it?” She nodded. “Are you sure?” She
nodded a second time. “Okay, okay. Good. Huh…”

And for the first time, she realized he was
speechless. She’d managed to shock him so much he didn’t know what to say or
do.

Wow
.

In the end, Jessica was the one who made the
first move. Moving onto her tiptoes, she slid up his length, ignoring his
surprised grunt, moving until only the tip of him was still inside her. And
then, she let go. She pressed back down, slowly enough, carefully enough that
he didn’t bump into her womb as brutally as before. She breathed a sigh of
relief when it didn’t hurt. So, she did it all over again.

And again.

And again.

Hands found her hips, guiding her movements,
forcing her to accelerate. Lips found her nipples, one after the other, nipping
and biting, tormenting her already aching flesh. Her pussy contracted,
enclosing his cock in a tight vise.

“Yes, baby, ride me. Keep riding me. I’m
nearly there.” His mumbled words cut through the fog that had gradually come to
surround her. It spurred something inside her, knowing that she was making him
lose control again. That it was her, Jessica, that was doing it. All it took
was his thumb suddenly pressing against her clit, and she went off like
fireworks. She was pretty sure she shouted but then her world went black. Numb.

Chapter Four

“For Immortals will bear the tradition of
old, shaping our future through each and every one of them, through their Mates
and children, and so on. And so on.”

Ambrotos (Translation by Jessica James)

“First Man?”

“Guardian? I’m in the middle of something
here. Can’t you just call like normal people?”

“I…apologize, Jake, but this is important.”

“What is it?”

“I did what you said.”

“And? What does that mean? You had sex with
her?”

“Yes.”

“And? Didn’t I say I was doing something?
Don’t waste my time, Guardian!”

“It didn’t change anything. I just… I want
her even more. I can’t stop wanting her.”

“Surely that isn’t a bad thing. I’ve never
known you to not enjoy sex.”

“She isn’t for me! She’s not−”

“I don’t care. Faye’s worried she’s already
reached the Age of Reason. She thinks the ritual will be the only solution
she’ll have and I don’t want my Mate to worry. I need to do that fucking
ritual, Guardian. I don’t care what you do, or how you do it. If it means
fucking Jessica 24/7 so she gets back to her books, then do it! Is that clear?”

“Clear.”

“And for fuck’s sake, make sure John doesn’t
get his hands on it! With our luck, the damn man already knows why she’s here.”

“I know my job, First Man.”

“See that you do. Guardian.”

Drake ended the mind-to-mind conversation
with his First Man and sighed. He turned around to look at the woman asleep on
the floor. She appeared guileless, an innocent thrown into a world she didn’t
understand. He knew she didn’t know the importance of her work, couldn’t
possibly know how her translation could affect their whole futures. And now,
he’d been ordered by Jake to keep her happy.