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His cock twitching, he decided he’d worry
about that when the time came. He couldn’t do anything about it now, and maybe,
just maybe the Spirits would be with him and she wouldn’t be able to mind-talk.
Yeah right
, his instincts countered. Like he’d ever been that lucky!

* * * *

“Drake?” she whispered, watching as emotion
after emotion crossed his face. She didn’t know what he was thinking about but
it didn’t look promising. Damn it! She wanted something here! He
owed
her something.

His eyes blinked, his attention once more on
her. “Yes?”

“I… Where do you want me?”

His lips twitched. “You don’t like your desk
anymore?”

“Oh.” She felt her cheeks heat up. “No. I
mean, I don’t mind it. It’s a bit hard on my back, but if you−”

His laughter interrupted her babbling. “That’s
okay, Jessica. What about a picnic?”

She blinked. “A picnic?”

“I think we’ve been cooped in here for too
long. What do you say if we take this outside for an hour or two? Sunshine
would do us both some good.”

Wow. Did he really mean that? He was allowing
her out of the library? What the hell was wrong with him? Before he could take
it back however, she jumped up from her chair and gathered her coat. “Let’s
go!”

He grabbed the parchment and slipped it
inside his jacket pocket, like he always did when they left the library, then
motioned her to the door. She nearly whooped out loud, so happy she was to go
outside and take a break. Things were looking up!

* * * *

They’d grabbed sandwiches and coffees from
their usual place and had kept on walking to a nearby park. It was bordered by
trees and benches and was currently empty, probably because of the bitter wind
that flew over their heads. Jessica didn’t mind however. She was just too happy
to be outside. The sun was weak but present, and that was good enough for her.

She wrapped her hands around her cup and
leaned back against the bench’s back, her legs stretched out in front of her.
“This is nice. Thank you.”

Drake nodded but kept silent, his eyes
scanning their surroundings as if he was afraid someone would break the moment.

Turns out he’d been right. A couple appeared
on the other side of the park only seconds later. Jessica squinted and realized
it was actually two women. Two tall and lithe blonde women who had the usual
Immortal good looks. If she hadn’t seen their First Man’s Mate and known she
didn’t look like the others, Jessica would be seriously wondering what Drake
was doing with her. But between Faye’s looks, so close to hers, and his
apparent lust for her, her fears had mellowed. Okay, so it was probably because
the sex had gone to her head, but that wasn’t a problem per se. Right?

She took a sip of her coffee and nearly spit
it out a second later. “What are they doing?”

Drake smirked. “What does it look like?”

“They’re… They’re…”

“Undressing?”

“Yes,” she stammered. “Why?”

“That’s their thing.” He shrugged, mentally
congratulating himself. Isobel and Selene were always punctual; that had to be
commended. He still didn’t know to this day what had prompted them to start
this tradition but he wasn’t going to complain. It was just lucky that today’s
weather wasn’t altogether clement, driving most people to stay inside and miss
the daily entertainment they provided.

“What do you mean, it’s their thing?”

“They come here every day at the same time.”

“And what?” Jessica asked, her gaze stuck on
the women. She tried concentrating on her sandwich instead, but there was no
way she could eat while so close to those naked women. “Shouldn’t we be
leaving? I’m sure they’d like privacy.” Especially if you took into account
what they’d started doing. “Oh God!”

Drake chuckled. “No, baby, you misunderstand.
They come here to be watched.”

“That’s...crazy.”

“Maybe, but if they get a kick out of it, who
are we to complain? Being Immortal is an incredible way of life, but some
people get bored after a while. I think this is just their way of entertaining
themselves.”

That made sense in a weird way, Jess thought.
It was still way out there though. “Are you sure you don’t want to leave?” One
woman had straddled the other, their bare pussies rubbing together as they gave
each other open mouth kisses. “Please?”

“No.” Drake’s right arm suddenly looped
around her shoulders, holding her put. “I want you to watch them.”

“Why?” she asked, her fingers shaking around
her coffee cup. “I don’t think I can do this.”

“You want me to push you to your limits,
honey. We both know that, so stop pretending. If I want you to stay and watch
them, you will. If I ask you to join them, you will.”

“No!”

“Yes.” His tone was unequivocal. “Now, sit
still and watch. The climax isn’t too far, pun intended.”

She tried to turn her head to face him but
his palm cupped her nape and forced her to stare right ahead instead. And so,
she did. She’d already been wet at the thought of him giving her another orgasm
for services rendered, but this unexpected show was taking her arousal that
much further. She’d never really thought about being with a woman before, but
the sounds carried out by the gusty wind made her palms start to sweat.

Her breasts budded inside her bra, her thighs
widened as if readying themselves for an intrusion. She was so turned on she
probably wouldn’t have said no if he’d undressed her right there and then, and
had fucked her on that bench.

* * * *

“Oh damn, look at the way they eat each other.
I’ve never really understood the whole 69 thing, but they make it seem
effortless. They’re so gorgeous too. All that pale taut skin. I’m sure they’ve
never had cellulite in their lives! This is so unfair. Drake’s watching them so
intently... God, what if he doesn’t want me anymore after that? What if seeing
them looking so perfect make him realize how much better he could have? I
couldn’t take it happening again. Not with him. Not with my Drake...”

He gritted his teeth at Jessica’s thoughts.
Did she really think he was that shallow? All right, so she didn’t look like
his past lovers had but he was learning to really appreciate her body and how
good she could make him feel. His cock twitched, the pressure unrelenting
inside his pants. He was going to have to fuck her soon, or else he’d end up
doing something reckless. And the Guardian couldn’t afford to be reckless…
Ever.

Chapter Seven

“Be wary, First Men and Women.”

Ambrotos (Translation by Jessica James)

His face a hard mask, he’d grabbed her hand
and had pulled her out of the park. He’d practically dragged her back to the
library, the heavy door slamming shut behind them only minutes later.

“Everything okay?” she asked as she watched
him turn the key in the lock.

“Yes. Take your clothes off.”

She blinked. “What?”

“You heard me, Jessica. Take your clothes
off. Now.”

Unable to stop herself, she took a step back.
He was staring at her with turbulent eyes, looking far too intense for her own
peace of mind. “What if I don’t want to?” As soon as the words were out of her
mouth, she realized taunting him had been a very, very bad idea.

He advanced toward her, and she yelped. He
chuckled, obviously amused, but didn’t stop until he was towering over her, his
chest close enough to brush against her breasts. “It wasn’t a question. Or,
would you prefer I do it?”

She squeezed her hands into fists at her
sides and took a deep breath. She owed it to herself to at least try to gain
more control when he was present. “Yes, I’d prefer if you did it.”

His left eyebrow rose. “You want me to
undress you? Is that what you’re saying?”

“Yes.” Her voice was more resolute than she’d
expected it to be. Thank God for that!

“So, you don’t care that you’ll have to walk
back to my house naked tonight?”

She gulped at that image. “What? Why?”

“I’m this close to losing control here,
baby.” He motioned with his fingers before his right palm found her hip. “If I
have to take your clothes off, it’ll be my way. I don’t care if they end up in
shreds. I just want you naked. You get me?”

Damn
. “I get you.”

“So, what will it be?”

She looked up to lock her gaze with his.
She’d started this and so, she would finish it…or die of embarrassment trying
it. “I think you should sit down.”

“Jess−”

She cut him off, “Sit down while I undress.
For you.” She licked her lips, trying to look cool when her legs were
threatening to collapse under her.
Had she just implied she’d do a
striptease for him? What the hell was wrong with her?
“Please?” she finally
added, knowing it was too late to go back on it now.

Amazingly he followed her instructions, and
she watched as he grabbed her usual chair and sat down on it. He stretched his
legs in front of him, his casual image somewhat ruined by the way his pants
tented. He was hard… For her. Buoyed by that conclusion, she squared her
shoulders and went for it. After all, what did she have to lose?

* * * *

If she didn’t stop soon, he was going to blow
his seed like a freaking teenager. Gritting his teeth, he watched her bend over
to take her jeans off; the sight of her sweetly rounded ass barely covered by a
scrap of cotton doing more to his insides than the earlier show in the park
ever had.

He’d been listening to her thoughts too and
he was quietly amazed at her show of courage. It was clear she wasn’t used to
doing this, but she was offering him this somewhat G-rated striptease as a
gift. His insides clenched at the thought, and not for the usual reason. He
wasn’t sure what was happening to him, but Jessica was getting through his
usual
defenses
far too quickly. He didn’t think he’d be able to
leave her at her bedroom’s door that evening. Not this time. He wanted to know
how it would feel to have her beneath him, her hair spread out on his pillow as
he thrust into her.

“Faster!” he snapped, frowning when he
noticed how he’d made her jump in fright. “I’m dying here, Jessica,” he found
himself adding, reassuring her as best he could. He wasn’t used to being nice,
but she deserved it. Somehow, she deserved it.

She seemed to understand his predicament
however, as he watched her take her panties off and turn toward him. When she
drew her arms back to unsnap her bra, he leaned forward, eager to see the whole
of her. She stopped.

“Babe!” he growled. “Take it off!”

“I… I’m not sure.”

“Please, Jessica, I’m going crazy here. I
want to see you…and taste you…and fuck you.” He inhaled sharply but she was
already moving so her back faced him once more. He was opening his mouth to ask
her if she was all right when he noticed her fingers. They quickly undid the
bra’s clasp, the serviceable underwear falling at her feet, forgotten. “Oh
yeah.”

His words spurred her on, and she turned, her
arms at her sides, her eyes staring straight ahead. “Is that okay?” she asked,
her voice a bit shaky.

“Are you kidding me?” He stood up and went to
her, unable to
not
touch her for another second. His palms cupped her
hips and brought her forward, her chest slapping against his. “God, you feel so
warm.” He lowered his head and nuzzled the side of her neck.

Her arms looped around his neck, and it was
her who pulled his face up and pressed her mouth against his. She nipped his
lower lip, making him growl again, his cock about ready to drill a way out of
his pants. He kissed her then like he’d wanted to for hours. Kissed her as if
he couldn’t stop, his hands sliding down her back to cup her ass. He lifted her
up on her toes, fitting their bodies perfectly together. It was her turn to
groan inside his mouth, her nails raking down his nape as she pressed herself
closer and closer.

He pulled back and muttered, “I need to fuck
you, baby. I can’t wait another second.”

He looked around him, trying to locate the
perfect spot, remembering what she’d said about the desk being too hard on her
back. The chair wouldn’t be much better.
Think, Guardian, think!
This
wasn’t a matter of life or death like he’d been confronted to in the past, but
somehow it took the same gigantic proportions in his mind. He needed this to be
perfect, because she was worth it and she was his.

His to love and cherish.

His to caress and pleasure.

His to make scream so loud the whole town
would hear his name on her lips.