by Jay, Setta
Should she look in the windows from the trees? No, better not risk to her boots. They were the only confidence builder she had at the moment, and if she scuffed them, she’d be pissed. Her confidence was flagging enough as it was. What if he really wasn’t interested in her the way she thought? What if it was all just the game to him? Alex smoothed the hair held in her ponytail. Maybe she should have taken more time with her appearance. Her doubts were coming out as if on a low speaker, freaking her out. She just needed to suck it up, and hope that he found her appealing enough to keep him off kilter.
Human males always seemed to find her pleasing to ogle. It would totally bite if he deported her on sight. That would definitely knock a girl’s confidence down a peg or ten.
Taking another deep breath she looked around. The large lawn stretched out under the trees with a beautiful Roman fountain. A trio of nude females in the center were bathed from above, liquid covered silken curves of marble to pool at their feet. Her breath caught every time she looked at the perfection of the carved figures.
No more stalling, better to get it done before Vane figured out she wasn’t where she was supposed to be.
Her mental skills were nothing compared to Vane’s, but from that distance she shouldn’t have trouble reaching him. Alex sent her telepathic thoughts out to where she felt Uri’s mind. It was a bright, solid, stream of power to her mind’s eye. Shining brilliantly. One shaking hand at her stomach, she attempted to will away her nerves, “Uri, I need your help.”
Chapter 12
Cyril focused on his main objective, shaking his head. Much as he had wanted to see the results of the Guardian formula, it had been a ridiculous risk allowing the Tria’s idiots to assist. His impatience could have led to serious complications. He would not allow his enthusiasm to overshadow his plan again. The possessed could easily have lost the formula to the Guardians. That would have been a disaster. He would stick to the original plan. He heard the clink as he slammed a test vial into its slot with more force than he intended. It had taken years to complete that special formula. Then he’d patiently shelved it, for use after the mating experiments came to fruition. He’d thought to have found a way around the mating spell centuries ago, and his impatience made him take the reckless chance on the Tria’s offer. When they had contacted him with information that their possessed were able to track Urian, Cyril had uncharacteristically allowed them to go forward. He’d sent them his serum. It was a risk he would not take again. He’d managed to stay off the Guardian’s grid for centuries in preparation for all his work to finalize. He would be patient.
He blew out a frustrated breath. His mating spell workaround was almost finished. The current results were promising, far surpassing anything his father and uncle had done in their work against the spell. He felt the edge of success inching closer. He’d just injected the new formula into Specimen Four, and he had some time before he would see any results. Specimen Four had been badly abused by Elizabeth, requiring extensive repair before he had been about to dose her. He balled a fist. He hated wasting energies.
Cyril’s body felt tight. Agitated. On top of everything else he needed release. Walking out of his personal lab, he moved down the tunnel. He rolled his neck, heading down the carved rock hallway that led to his personal living quarters. The tunnel he passed was quiet except for the guards patrolling. The entire mountain was kept fortified with safeguards, both in spells, and technology he’d acquired from a Mageia Elizabeth had lured from one of the local Covens. Mageias from the newer eras of Earth held knowledge of recent technologies that existed in the other Realm. They came to the Realm with promises of education in their powers. They were also assured of a free place to live out their lives if they would only provide a skill to teach in return. It made him grin when he’d heard that was how the Guardians lured them over to that Realm. They came, only to be surrounded by Immortals who hoped to find a mate. Not all were thrilled with their one way trip.
Cyril made his way through a metal door, spelled to open at his telekinetic touch.
Elizabeth had managed to fortify his ranks nicely with the defectors from the local Covens, until the last few years. He’d found many a use for them. Mostly in experiments on the mating spell, but many others were enhanced and used in case the Guardians ever found him. Interesting that such inferior beings held such potential as guards. The Guardians curse against harming humans made the Mageias an ideal first line of defense.
Elizabeth had said that the Tetartos Coven had fortified its protections with the help of the Immortal Warriors. That was her reason for having been unable to attain more to fill his ranks from the local Coven. He suspected that there was more to it. Elizabeth had been increasingly unstable of late. Fortunately for her, she’d been able to find an alternative option, by convincing Cynthia on Earth to send over specimens in return for a youth serum. Cynthia had no knowledge of the Immortal races, had dealt solely with the Guardians, and knew only that Cyril was the son of Apollo. No mortal on Earth seemed to realize the races existed outside of myth, and that particular secret served him well in dealing with the Mageia. She had no idea that what he sent her was primarily Aletheia semen he’d mixed with added compulsion. It had been to his advantage that she thought his Demi-God powers were keeping her young.
As he neared the entrance to his private rooms, he thought about his options in dealing with Elizabeth. She had done unacceptable levels of damage to Specimen Four. He would have to find a suitable punishment for her insolence. One that still allowed him to use her abilities. That he needed her for anything made his muscles twitch. He should have been able to find a way to around using the crazy bitch, but nothing had come of the experiments he’d tried. So, for now, he needed her and her unique abilities.
He passed the hall mirror that led to his suite, he looked strained, dark hair cropped short for convenience and glassy, highly dilated, violet eyes looked back at him. It was definitely time to gain some release. Immortals were sexual beings by nature. They needed orgasm, almost as much as world’s energies in order to remain in optimum condition. Something he had neglected to schedule with how close he was to creating the final formula. He moved into his living area, scenting the cloying smell of rose in the air. His mother loved red roses and he kept them in her memory.
Moving passed the hide furniture and fur rugs to his bedroom, he caught another scent, one he both loathed, and was aroused by, in his current state. Elizabeth was spread out on a chaise of black, her pale skin encased in a silk robe of emerald, strategically open to reveal one long smooth leg. Her blood red hair fanned out against the raised back of the chair. She painted a beautiful picture, one that he’d taken his pleasure with, often, over their centuries in exile. She always seemed to know when he’d gone too long, was too focused on his multiple experiments.
He would have her, but she had chosen the wrong time to disobey his rules regarding test Subjects. Today it would not be a mutually enjoyable experience, hours of play ending in multiple releases for them both.
Against the wall lay the massive wood bed carved with dozens of bodies entwined in an ancient orgy scene. The bed had been designed for his father, Apollo. It was his most prized possession. It had been one of the first things he’d had the Mageias on Earth procure and send to him in Tetartos. After, of course, they had sent the few records his father had. His chest filled with pride whenever he saw it. Soon he would be more powerful than even his father.
His first priority after Exile had been to create his own compound on Tetartos, away from the Immortal races that were looking to kill him for the part he had played in his father’s labs. It had taken decades to complete. He’d spent several more years training the pathetic Mageia Covens on Earth through Elizabeth. Making it possible for the primitive beings to recover and send much of his father’s possessions to Tetartos. In return for procuring the items, he educated the much inferior Mageias on how to channel their powers. He made sure those Covens were wary enough of the Guardians
so as to not be seduced by Sirena to come to Tetartos. They were much more useful to him in the human Realm.
“Elizabeth.” He said, as he started pulling off his shoes and clothes. She eyed him seductively, lashes lowered over piercing grey eyes.
“I suggest you divest yourself of the robe and anything underneath. Then, I want you on your knees in the center of the bed. Attach the neck chains and be waiting.” Her eyes flickered at his demands, but she began complying. She had a dominant nature, and to have the tables turned was something she hated, yet, she had enough intelligence not voice her distaste. Her dislike always showed as a slight change in her eye color, she likely wasn’t aware it happened. Elizabeth’s time in the labs had formed her. He knew she was a special plaything for his father and Hermes. She’d been a breeder before that, and yet, somehow, managed to change the situation to her advantage. He still wasn’t sure of the dynamics between the trio and how it came about. His father had permitted him in the labs infrequently, always keeping his experiments to himself. Apollo had no trust for mere offspring. Cyril had just begun to enter his father’s inner circle before the Exile.
After Exile, fearing retribution from the large numbers of those she had tormented in the labs, Elizabeth made herself as useful as possible to Cyril. Cyril had been amused by her, at first. Maybe the fact that she was once valued by his father kept her alive in the beginning, but it was her use in contacting the other Realms that allowed her to live as long as she had. He realized that he had given her free rein for too long. Foolhardy. She was at first the epitome of dutiful servant. Slowly, she became more destructive as he allowed her time to make sure his Test Subjects understood their place. Once his formula proved accurate, he would Mate the most powerful of the females, taking the best for himself. Bonded couples shared powers and he would choose well. He hardened, thinking about all he would amass. The formula would allow multiple mates, providing even more power.
It had always infuriated him that those few Immortals that mated became more powerful, while his true mate had somehow eluded him. He knew she had to be out there, but to have multiple mates would be even better. He’d be free to choose. He took a deep breath,e H needed to focus on the problem at hand.
He sent a telepathic message to Kane and Angus to come to his suite. His top warriors and Elizabeth had access to his private rooms. Of course, he secured his space from everyone to sleep or refuel. Never would he trust anyone to enter his space when he was vulnerable.
Elizabeth had just secured the chain and subtly moved her hands behind her back, presenting her breasts. She played the role of submissive well when she chose. He surveyed the picture she made. Full, high breasts jutting out over silky, pale skin he’d touched thousands of times. She kept her pussy smooth and bare.
He heard the door slide open. Her head turned to the doorway where he knew, without looking, that Kane and Angus would be standing.
Cyril saw a subtle tensing of her shoulder muscles at the sight of the two.
He really needed to make more time for his own needs. His cock was hard as stone. He would take care of his pleasure quickly, enabling him to get back to his lab.
Cyril beckoned the males in. If his men were surprised by the view, they didn’t show it. Both males were Aletheia created in the labs prior to the mating spell. They were brought up in the training facilities, and then used as breeders once of age. Until the mating spell rendered them unable to conceive freely.
At his nod, they began stripping, and he felt satisfaction at the paling of Elizabeth’s skin. Funny, that she had no problem dominating the prisoners in the lab, even abusing them, but when the tables were turned…
Angus was not quite as tall as Kane, leaner in his six foot frame, pale hair, and piercing, pale silver eyes and golden skin. He stood, baring a quite impressive erection. He was all girth and proved ruthless when in rut. Just the thought was making Cyril’s cock seep. He enjoyed doling out some pain for his pleasure.
Kane undressed more slowly, a menacing smirk tilted his lips as he watched Elizabeth fidget slightly in discomfort. For some reason, she always tormented Kane more than the others, and was no doubt dreading what he would do to her. That, along with the fact that Kane was his best warrior, was why Cyril had included him. The male continued to eye her with loathing promise, confirmation that Cyril had chosen well. Kane’s dark hair fell around his eyes. He was taller than Angus, at six foot three. Dark pewter eyes noted every tense muscle on her body.
Cyril watched as Elizabeth mentally calculated a way out of the situation. After a moment he saw her jaw lock, opting for silence, she may be sadistic bitch but she had proven intelligent.
“Do you remember test Subject Four Elizabeth?” His voice sounded smooth and calm to his own ears. “It took quite a bit of time and energy to get her prepared for my last formula, and you know I do not enjoy wasting energies…” The last had the effect he was looking for. She paled a shade lighter and lowered her eyes, jaw still tense.
“I apologize, Cyril, I must have gotten carried away. I hadn’t realized I’d done such damage, it will not happen again.” The apology, offered in a subdued manner, without any of her normal exuberance, showcased her abundant acting ability. He only saw a slight twitch of her eyes, indicating she’d rather tear him to pieces, like the she devil she was, than apologize.
“Yes, well, that won’t do. I’m sure you’ve realized by now what your punishment is. First, I will have the use of that mouth, then, I have things to do.” He got up on the bed and forced her mouth over his throbbing cock. Pushing his cock as far as it would go down her throat. She choked, before breathing properly to take him to the root. He needed release before returning to work. Her hot mouth felt good on his hard shaft.
“After I leave, you will do whatever Kane and Angus demand and… Elizabeth, I would make sure to please them. Kane especially, as he will be your keeper from this day forward. I have grown tired of your displays.” She made a choked sound around his erection. She was not pleased with her new arrangement. He found himself grinning at his warriors. Both male’s faces held pleased grins, but there was a glint of malice shining in Kane’s eyes as he looked at Elizabeth. Pity he had things to do. He suspected Elizabeth’s time with his two warriors would be quite entertaining.
Chapter 13
“What are you doing here?” The deep sexy growl to Uri’s voice made things tighten low in her body. Alex closed her eyes at the sensual vibration of it before realizing it was coming to her through the cool breeze, instead of inside her mind.
Opening her eyes, she saw he was mere feet from her. Oh, Gods, he was even more freaking edible up close. She felt the heat coming off his body in waves, licking along her skin. Her heart beat sped faster. All six foot eight inches of pure muscled, half naked Uri stood almost within touching distance, arms crossed and annoyed. His near shoulder length, dark hair was wet and glistening under the night sky. It was mussed like he’d just rubbed a towel over it. The smell of his shampoo was a faint hint in the background of his own seductive scent. Enough to bring visions of him in his upstairs shower, lathering up all that gorgeous skin. What she wouldn’t have given to have soaped up every hot inch of his rigidly muscled torso, until she was kneeling in front of that big cock. Mesmerizing eyes of liquid silver swirled… hypnotizing her under tightly furled dark brows. She was sure those eyes had been the downfall of many a female, they were absolutely enthralling.
Her breath left in a tight groan she didn’t have time to suppress. He lifted a brow and she caught the slight tilt of his lips. She was embarrassed, but not enough to stop her first up close perusal of the male that had haunted her dreams for centuries. He had such perfect, kissable lips, the bottom slightly more full and begging her to suck and nibble on it. Taut thighs were encased in loose fitting, dark exercise pants. The pure mass of his chest was exposed to her gaze. Bronzed skin gleamed with moisture in the dark, and she wanted nothing more than to lick every errant drop as they traveled the dips and v
alleys in route to the v above the low hanging fabric at his waist. She noted small, tight, brown nipples. Her eyes traveling over his eight pack before hitting the soft fabric which did nothing to hide his growing erection. She clenched her thighs as her own desire slid from her body, a gasp escaping from her dry lips. Her chest was heaving as she fought the need to move toward him.
She needed to get it together. She took a deep calming breath, then, nearly moaned again. What was it that he smelled of? It was so much more than clean male. It was like aged port, sweet and decadent, so tempting she wanted to cover herself in it. Bathe in it. There had to be something in his chemical makeup meant to attract, because no other male had ever smelled so tantalizing.
“Keep eating me up with those eyes, little goddess, and I’ll be so deep inside that hot little pussy you won’t remember what you came here for.” His voice was a deep raspy growl making her even hotter. “Unless that was what you needed my help with.” His voice dipped lower and she swore he moved closer.
She felt her body starting to pitch forward before guilt assailed her. She shouldn’t be feeling things that were definitely not related to what she was there for. She needed to keep her wits if she was going to help her brother. She mentally smacked herself, licked her dry lips, heard a soft groan, and looked up, “No, I do need your help.” Gods, what she wouldn’t give for him to do as he said. Clearing her throat she added, “I need your help… first.” Was that her voice? She sounded sultry as she issued that last little hint of promise.