by Ebony Olson
Spectra broke from my mouth, reached her arm between us, and maneuvered me. I lowered her enough to dip the head of me into her. I loved how it felt to enter her tight heat. I savored the moment and then walked us to the bed, sitting down, the movement forcing me deeper into her. I lay back to look up at her. I wanted to watch my angel ride me. I wanted to see every moment as she came undone for me.
Spectra untied her legs, allowing me to lie back between her ankles, and as she did, I slid even deeper into her. I saw her eyes widen as I went as deep as her body allowed, and I closed my own eyes momentarily to enjoy the feel of her. Spectra started sliding her hips back and forth, slowly at first, but as she became comfortable in that position, she rocked faster. I felt myself growing thicker and harder. This position was amazing. I knew I wasn't going to last long, but by the sounds of Spectra, that wasn't going to matter.
Her cunt was clenching around my cock, and I knew she was already on the edge. I put my thumb to that place she showed me last Sunday and watched her head loll back as she prayed. I smiled as she took the All Father’s name in vain and shattered herself upon my hardness, not even trying to be quiet, or maybe she couldn't be.
The feel of her coming was too much. I pulsed and watched Spectra's eyes fly open in surprise, and I knew I was too deep and that it hurt her, but it was too late. My entire body seized as I lost myself to her. I couldn't focus, and my shields dropped. Spectra cried out, but I was falling down the well of pleasure and couldn't pull it back in.
A moment later, my body relaxed. I pulled my power back in as quickly as possible, but not so fast I'd give her whiplash. I sat up, concerned for her. She sat there breathing heavily, face to her chest, hair covering her face, skin gleaming in sweat. “Spectra, I'm sorry. Are you okay?”
She nodded but kept her face hidden. I swiped her hair aside and touched her face gently, lifting her closed eyes to mine.
She slowly opened her pale blue eyes. “Don't you dare have sex with any other person until you can control that.”
I nodded, understanding I'd kill a human if I lost control like that with them. But I'd already spent the week testing myself. I knew it was only Spectra with whom I lost control. After one night with Spectra, I could fuck and feed myself for the first time in centuries. It wasn't a human I was worried about right now.
She smiled lightly. “Please do that to me again before we go to sleep tonight?”
She kissed me, wrapping her arms around my neck. I wrapped her in my arms and kissed her thoroughly, twisting to put her on her back before pulling out of her. She gasped as I did and I wanted to thrust straight back into her, and I would, very soon.
I rolled to the side and watched her slowly calm her breathing. “Are you hungry? We could raid the kitchen.”
Spectra rolled on her side to face me. “I could go for a drink, but I need a quick shower first. You really made me sweat.”
I smiled, took her hand, and led her into the bathroom with me. Watching her hands wash over her wet skin was enough to bring me back to life. As I pressed her face-first against the bathroom wall and slid into her, she moaned. I felt her tense and dropped my shields to drown her in my desire. I knew what I was doing, as I drove her to orgasm again, could ruin what we had. Using her weakness like this to take her pleasure was underhanded, but as soon as her body shuddered around me and relaxed again, I slid my shields back into place and withdrew from her body.
I felt her tense, ready to scold me. “Wait.” I breathed heavily in her ear as I took myself in hand and, pressing against her wet nakedness, brought myself to an end, remembering what happened in the bedroom just now. When I turned her to face me, I expected anger in her eyes. Instead, she held my face and kissed me passionately before rinsing off and stepping out of the shower.
* * *
I kept my promise and after some time out, chilling in the lounge room and watching a movie with Luke and Selena, I took Spectra back to my room and made her pray in a way not appropriate for church. Spectra was asleep in my bed by the time I finished my shower. I pulled on my tracksuit pants and walked into my study. Luke sat there reading over reports.
“Is this a work or relationship matter?” Luke queried.
“Actually, it's both.” I sat down in my armchair opposite him. “Spectra has a meeting with our human resources office next Wednesday.”
Luke's eyes widened. “Does she know?”
“No. I can't even mention the name of my company to anyone. She was headhunted straight from college before I'd even met her.”
Luke's brows furrowed. “The recruiter would have thought her human like we did. There is no way they would have contacted her.”
“But they did.”
Luke shook his head. “That doesn't make sense. I'll contact Alfred. We'll cancel her interview, and I'll have a good talk with the recruiter.”
“Yes, you will call Alfred and make him aware the recruiter bought in a human. No, you won't cancel her interview. Yes, you will definitely speak to the recruiter and find out what the hell they were thinking.”
“You're going to let her take the job?” Luke's eyes were full of concern. “Is that wise?”
“The NSIO want her and so do Baulkims. She must be very good at what she does, Luke.”
Luke leaned forward onto his knees. “You don't think this is pushing the limit? You can keep that you are screwing her behind closed doors, but you can't keep her working for you from Alexander. He will think you set it up. Not to mention when she finds out you are her boss. What that will do to this arrangement you have?”
I shook my head. “We would rarely see each other at work.”
Luke stood up. “You are going to put her in a building full of predators, boss. Think about that for just a moment. She hates our kind, and from what you told me, it's a thoroughly justified and possibly understated emotion. She can spot our kind a mile away, and you are going to let her walk into a city building full of nearly every predator known. I doubt she's going to be impressed by the fact you managed to bring species that normally loathe each other into a peaceful work environment. She is going to flip out and possibly have a panic attack.”
I sighed, leaning on my knees. “She knew the recruiter was a predator and she is still coming in for the meet.”
“Which brings us back to why they would even offer her the job.” Luke walked to my laptop at the desk and started tapping away at the mouse, his eyes fixated on the screen.
“What are you doing?”
“We profile everyone before approaching them. I want to see what they have on Spectra Michaels and how she got a green tick.”
I frowned, walking over to watch over Luke's shoulder as he found the profile on Spectra.
“My God! We've been watching her for two years.” Luke read on, astounded, and I could understand why. The recruiter had targeted Spectra when she was still a college junior and followed her progress. Her transcripts were on file as well as a full security workup. There were red flags on her file. Like the fact she didn't exist until seven years ago despite a validated birth certificate and school transcript.
Luke tapped the screen at a name on the profile. “Who is Miranda Jackson? I know everyone in HR, and there isn't anyone named Miranda Jackson.”
“Look her up.”
Luke started clicking again as he made his way through the personnel profiles. “Here we go. Miranda Jackson. Profiler for the Intergovernmental NSIO, transferred to us as liaison three months ago.” Luke flicked through her data. “She must have bought Spectra's file with her because she's been watching her for years before she joined us.”
“Stop,” I called as he scrolled through the data. “Go back up a little.” Luke scrolled up, and I pointed at a note related to her background training. “Shit!”
Luke looked at the screen, disbelieving. “Who the hell let this woman into our company?”
“She's using my company to pull Spectra away from working
for the NSIO. She'll bring her in, recruit her, and then disappear with her.” I stood straight and sighed. Luke sat back, waiting as I walked back around the desk to look out the window. “Okay. Keep Spectra's recruitment active. Let Henry know about this predator, put a copy of both of those files on a memory stick for me, then send a team to bring Miranda Jackson in.”
I started walking to my room as Luke jumped into action. “What are you going to do?”
“I'm taking this to Alexander.” I moved quietly into my room and dressed in my typical suit and button down. I didn't bother with the tie, it was already past midnight. Spectra stirred in her sleep. I swept a strand of hair back from her face and kissed her cheek. She smiled in her sleep and snuggled deeper under the covers.
Moving back into my study, Luke handed me the memory drive. “If she wakes up?”
“Why would you be in my room for it to matter?” I raised a brow.
Luke's eyes widened in shock. “I wouldn't be, but she may come in here looking for you. That girl has an appetite.”
I smiled quietly, thinking he really had no idea how great an appetite. “That's actually normal of their kind. Possibly because their fathers spend so much time resisting the temptations of the flesh that it's where they find their greatest pleasure.”
Luke blinked. “You found out what she is? When?”
“Tonight. She's a balance, but we're not going to be mentioning that outside of this room.” I pocketed the memory drive and put my phone in the opposite pocket.
Luke looked ready to have a heart attack. “Did you seduce L'Ordre's future wife?” I shrugged, and Luke went red with rage. “What the hell are you still doing with her? You are risking our livelihood. Everything you've spent centuries building will disintegrate in our hands, Bay.”
I stood by Luke and put my hands on his shoulders. “Spectra and I will not be seen together outside of this house unless we accidentally run into each other at a city event, in which case, while we will acknowledge knowing each other, that will be all we will do. We will not tell anyone what she is, because she is valuable to Essence as a weapon.”
“Because of what she did to the beast.” Luke nodded with understanding.
“Which will never be mentioned ever again. Doing that nearly killed her.” I sighed and dropped my shields. “I should be back by morning.”
I stepped onto the street outside Caprica's Bar, a regular upmarket bar that I knew Alexander visited, mainly because I quite often ran into him here. I went in and was shown to a private bar that only their best patrons could access. Alexander wasn't here, but he'd usually moved on with whatever sex-on-legs item he picked up by now. I pulled out my phone and called him.
“Hello?”
“We need to talk.”
“I'm kind of in the middle of something,” Alexander grumbled, and I could hear a woman's giggle in the background.
“Mr. Williams, do you think I would be calling you on a Friday night to chitchat?”
Alexander sighed, frustrated. “Back off,” he mumbled to someone with him, and the girl’s giggle cut off. “I've told you to stay away from her.”
“I'm not your problem tonight, Mr. Williams. I'm at Caprica's. I'll stay for one drink. If you are not here by the time I've finished, I will take it that you are no longer in love with the girl and leave her to be taken.” I hung up the phone as the waiter put my scotch on the table. I knew that last word would work.
Alexander was shown into the private bar ten minutes later, anger radiating off him like a walking furnace. He sat opposite me and waited for his drink to arrive before speaking. “You intend to take her now?”
“Never.” I slid the memory stick across the table. “Fantôme do. One of them infiltrated my company to recruit Spectra. It was very nice of them to upload all their research to our personnel database, but then they had to to pull of the recruitment. We profile every prospective employee.”
Alexander took the memory drive and looked at it. He closed his eyes tight. “What is the name of the recruiter?”
“Miranda Jackson.”
“And you found out about this how? You just happened to be surfing through your employee database and spotted Spectra's name?”
“She's human. That sort of rings alarm bells within human resources in my company.”
Alexander smirked. “You really should consider changing what HR stands for in your company, don't you think? Maybe Hell's Residents?” Alexander took a mouthful of his drink. “You will cancel Spectra's interview.”
“No. That will remain.” I finished my drink and stood. “Don't glare, Alexander. How likely is it that Spectra would want to work surrounded by predators?”
“She won't last five minutes in the building.” Alexander blew out a breath in relief.
“Exactly.” I sobered. “I saw the dossier Miranda worked up. Spectra is very talented, and I suspect she was proud to be headhunted before graduation. There is no need to take that away from her.”
Alexander frowned. “Did you seduce her yet?”
I sniffed the air. “You've smelt like the same woman for the last three weekends running, Alexander. Does Spectra know you've found a balance yet?”
Alexander stood instantly. “She doesn't need to know that. That would only hurt her deeper than you could imagine.”
I shook my head. “I would never. But if you suspect this female Nephilim is strong enough to become your wife, it would be a kindness on your part to let Spectra go.”
“So you can taint her?” Alexander scowled.
“No, Alexander. So you don't break her.” I walked away from the table as Alexander slumped back into it. The Nephilim would need to be high order to even stand a chance with Alexander. Outside, I dropped my shields and stepped back into my study. Luke was there with Selena.
“Shit!” Selena cried and gathered her dress from the floor, covering herself before fleeing from the room.
I gave Luke a hard look, and he had the decency to cower. “End it, Luke. She is married to your brother and is his newest bride at that.”
Luke looked away. “The problem is I don't care. I want her.” Luke met my eyes again and defied me to demand him to let her go, which, of course, I couldn't. I'd wanted Spectra, and despite the danger she presented in other areas of my life, I'd gone after her till I got her, and now, I couldn't put her aside.
I shook my head. “Then Calin should know. If he finds out by accident, there will be hell to pay.”
Luke gave one firm nod. “Not right now. He needs time to grieve. He's lost two wives already.”
And right there, Luke just told me his intentions about Selena. He meant her to be his.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Spectra
I woke to the sound of the door closing and realized Bay wasn't with me. Moments later, I felt the faint flare of power and knew Bay was gone. I sat up in the bed looking at the clock, wondering what took him out so late on a Friday. I picked up the bottle of water I'd brought back up from the kitchen with me and finished it. Noise in the study drew my attention. I tiptoed to the door and heard a female's voice, followed by Luke's. I didn't need to guess who it was. I'd seen the way they looked at each other while they watched the movie tonight.
Grabbing my phone, I opened it to check my email and remembered there was no reception in Bay's room. Pulling on the black button-down Bay wore out this evening, I trudged down the stairs to the kitchen, hoping to find a signal. Moving to the back window, I finally got enough reception to check my emails.
Already Baulkims sent a follow-up email outlining the details of the job offer and asking me to come in for a formal interview the following Friday. Along with that were another two emails from other companies asking me to visit.
I sighed, closing my phone. Many of my fellow graduates would be polishing their resumes and sending them out in the hopes of finding a decent job. I hadn't even written my resume yet. Perhaps that said something about my
willingness to actually let my business go.
The fridge opening behind me startled me. I turned to see Calin, dressed just in jeans, feet dirty as if he'd just come back in from a run, pulling a beer out of the fridge. I instantly tugged Bay's shirt down despite the fact it came to mid-thigh on me. Calin smirked, but his eyes were dark with suppressed rage.
“Evening, Calin.” I wanted to ask how he was, but I'd hated that question after Danika and Mom died. ‘How the fuck do you think I am?’ was always on the tip of my tongue for the month following. “Been out running?”
“So the boss brought you back?” Calin growled. “You reignited his appetites, and now he'll fuck what doesn't belong to him?” I swallowed, stepping back from Calin's anger. Calin looked me over. “If you're here, why is he fucking my wife?”
“I...” I stared in shock that Calin thought Bay would screw me and then Selena immediately afterward.
Calin stepped around the big stone kitchen bench and moved so swiftly I felt the movement rather than saw it. He swept me up with an arm around my waist and sat me hard on the island bench. “Would it be fair that while he's up there fucking my wife, I'm down here fucking you?”
“Wait, what? No!” I pushed him away as he tried to move between my thighs. “It's not Bay!” I yelled at him.
Calin glared at me. “I saw her sneak up to his study just now. Why else would she go up there?”
“It's not for Bay!” I yelped as he grabbed my wrists to stop me pushing him away. “He's not even here! He left over half an hour ago.”
Calin stopped and stared at me, eyes calculating my words to my body's truth. He stepped back, confused. “If not for the boss, then why is she there?”
“I don't know her. I can't answer that question for you.” Over his shoulder, I saw movement in the hallway and recognized Gina staying in the shadows, watching. Her body language told me she'd been ready to step in and help me, but now she was standing back to see what happened next.