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All it had taken was his hand on the small of
her back. She hadn’t expected it, and she’d nearly come out of her skin at the
faint touch. It had lasted only a few seconds, just time for him to open the
door and usher her through, but it had been resonating through her body ever
since.

Now every time she was in his presence, which
was all the damn time, she felt as if she was vibrating. A strange need was
blossoming deep in her core, a need unlike anything she had ever felt before.
It was as if her body was revolting against all those celibate years she’d made
it endure. It was crazy. It was damn inconvenient too. But all she could do was
look at him and yearn.

By the fourth day, even he had realized
something was wrong. “What is happening?” he asked her that afternoon, his
shadow suddenly blocking all the light.

She jerked back, her shoulders squaring
against the hard padding of the leather chair. “What do you mean?”

“Why aren’t you working faster? I would have
thought you’d want to get out of here as soon as possible.”

She licked her lips, her mind whirring as she
thought of a plausible excuse. “Huh, you pay me very well.”

One eyebrow cocked. “You want me to believe
you’re working purposefully slow, so you can get more money?”

She nodded.

He laughed.

She saw red. “Why don’t you believe me?”

“I’m starting to know you, Jessica. So, give.
Why haven’t you translated more than the first paragraph? Is it too
complicated? Do you need help? What is it? You know how important this is to
our First Man and his Mate.”

She felt her cheeks redden at his silent
accusation. She’d been berating herself as well, thank you very much. She knew
how much they counted on her and what her translation would reveal. So, how
come she was still lagging behind, her usual prowess now looking more and more
like an illusion? “I’m sorry.” Tears formed in her eyes, her head lowering in
order to hide them from him.

“Don’t move.” She heard him say, and then he
was gone, the door shutting close behind him.

* * * *

“What did you do?”

Drake stared at his First Man, the urge to
fight hardening his muscles as he stood there, unmoving. “I didn’t do
anything.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” A pause then, “No.”

Jake’s eyebrows snapped together at his
Guardian’s unusually hesitant response. “What the hell does that mean?”

“I told you about that time in the library,
right? When I tried using my powers on her and it didn’t work?” His First Man
nodded. “I think something else happened then. I’m not sure what, but there
seems to be some kind of…of link between us now.”

“Link? Like what?”

“Like…” He closed his eyes and took a deep
breath. When he reopened them, lust filled them. “I want her like I’ve never
wanted anyone before in my life. She is so unlike my usual lovers, and yet my
body doesn’t care. It’s as if it wants her, whoever she is. Whatever she looks
like. It doesn’t care!” he repeated, his voice rising until his tirade ended on
a near shout.

Jake stared at him for a second more before
asking, “What are you saying? That your psi powers screwed up, and something
else happened?”

“Yes. Yes, that is what I’m saying.”

“That’s impossible!”

“Don’t you think I know that? She shouldn’t
have been able to ignore my injunctions when I told her to go to sleep. It
worked when you tried it on her, didn’t it? So, what else could have happened?”

“You’re our most powerful wielder, Drake!
You’re the fucking Guardian! If people learn that your powers are going nuts,
can you imagine how that will make us look like? What if John gets hold of that
information? Shit, can you imagine what will happen then?”

“I know, First Man. I know all that. Hence
why I have been trying to fight this compulsion ever since it started.”

“Has that changed anything?”

Drake thought about lying, then realized he
couldn’t. He might be the Guardian and ruthless if necessary, but he wasn’t a
liar. He had never been. He sighed. “No. No, it hasn’t.”

Jake stood up to his full height and caught
his gaze. “Then do the opposite, Drake. Fuck her. See if that changes anything.
I need that translation. I needed it yesterday! Just go and do your freaking
duty!”

“But−”

“I won’t repeat myself, Guardian.”

Shit
, Drake thought as he turned around and made his way
out of the room. Meanwhile, his body exulted to the point that by the time he
was standing outside on the sidewalk, his pants were tenting in front of him. His
cock was ready, even if his mind wasn’t…

Chapter Two

“Their Mates will be mortal. Sons will be
born. The race shall never die.”

Ambrotos (Translation by Jessica James)

The door was flung wide open, a gust of wind
announcing Drake’s return. Jessica started, but she never had time to move. He
was in front of her in an instant. He pulled back her chair, making it topple
to the floor without a care. His hands found her shoulders, his eyes crazed as
he looked down at her.

“What’s going on? Drake?”

“I have to do this. I have to.”

Oh no, what has happened now?
The thought slashed through her mind, but
she didn’t pay it any mind. Her body was on fire just because of his close
proximity. Her breasts budded underneath her heavy sweater, t-shirt and bra
combined. Her nails dug into her palms in a vain effort to bring herself back
to the present, but it was too late. By the time she snapped back to herself,
he’d already pushed her, face first, onto the desk. “Drake?” she squeaked out
his name.

He didn’t respond, his knee lodging between
her legs, his hands finding the top of her jeans. With a brutal move, he pulled
on the denim, forcing it past her hips, down her legs, until it tangled with
her winter boots. It was only when calloused fingers brushed the backs of her
thighs and moved up that she realized he’d pulled her panties down too.
Shit!

“Hell yeah,” he growled somewhere behind her
when his hand met wet folds. Her wet folds.

Jessica knew she should resist, tell him no,
anything really but what she was doing right now. Instead, she closed her eyes
and laid her cheek against the crinkly pages of the dictionary she’d been
using. His touch was assured, his fingers splaying wide along her core. His
thumb found her clit and pressed against the hardening nub, hard. She jerked
up, nearly dislodging him. He growled something low in his throat, his other
hand clasping her left hip as if to hold her hostage. As if he wanted to make
sure she wouldn’t move away.

She nearly snorted at the thought. She wasn’t
planning on going anywhere! Not when one agile finger was slowly sliding inside
her, testing her readiness, pumping once or twice before withdrawing. She
opened her mouth to complain, but he was already there.

The head of his cock breached her entrance,
the unfamiliar pressure a reminder she hadn’t done this in a long, long while.
A muffled groan escaped her, but Drake didn’t hear, or maybe he just didn’t
care. He kept on pushing, her walls stretching to let him through. “Oh God,”
she couldn’t help but mumble. She wasn’t sure it was going to fit, but it did…
It did. It felt odd, strangely joyous to have that massive cock inside her. He
retreated and did it all over again, and this time pleasure was there too.

He wasn’t careful or slow. He didn’t take his
time acclimating her to his love-making. He just took what he wanted, and yet
she didn’t mind. Heat was already swirling inside her, heat that had been
simmering for days now. Her body couldn’t be denied, not again. Her muscles
bunched, her hands tightened. Her breasts begged to be touched, but there was
no time. Drake’s hands were hard on her hips as he fucked her to heaven and
back. With short, sharp thrusts, he took her, the movements making the head of
his cock bump into her spot. All too soon she was shouting, her pussy
tightening around his pounding length. He swore behind her but didn’t let go,
instead his hold tightened even more. She lay, exhausted, on the desk as he
gave one last push and came in thick bursts inside her.

* * * *

Drake drew back and looked down. His come and
her juices, mingled together, slid down her inner thigh, the trail of white
stark against her golden skin. He stared at the evidence of his forgetfulness,
and yet, he wasn’t worried. He should have cared that he hadn’t used
protection. He should have cared, but he didn’t. And that was probably due to
the fact that her legs were still wide open, her pussy beckoning to him in a
red, moist invitation. His dick twitched. That was all it took for him to grab
her and pull her up. She swayed on her feet, her hair hiding her face. He knelt
before her and took her boots off. The rest of her clothes quickly followed
until he was once more standing in front of her, his hands on the hem of her
sweater.

He tugged on it and once it was off, threw
the offending garment behind him. He did the same to her shirt, only pausing
when she was down to her bra. He noticed the goosebumps decorating her skin,
but he didn’t hurry. His gaze drew down, then up again, taking in the body that
had made him feel so good. The body that was so different, so unlike any he had
ever had before.

Her skin was a caramel color, her hair and
the thatch of curls between her legs a dark, unruly brown. Her breasts were
heavy, and as he opened the front clasp of her bra, they came down to settle on
her chest. His breath hitched at the sight of the painfully puckered nipples
he’d uncovered. They were dark and large, and fuck were they inviting!

His right hand palmed one breast, lifting it
to his waiting lips. He licked at the soft flesh until she was moaning out
loud. Then, he switched to the other one and did it all over again. He opened
his mouth and sucked on the nipple, taking long, slow pulls just to see what
she would do, how she would react.

She didn’t disappoint…

* * * *

Jessica grabbed the back of his head. He was
busy playing with her nipples, tonguing them and sucking them until she felt
ready to self-combust. No one had ever paid that much attention to her breasts
before. Usually, men just pawed at them, hurting more than giving her pleasure.
But Drake looked like he knew what he was doing. Oh yeah…

“Experience,” she mumbled minutes later.

“What?” He stopped and looked up.

“Don’t stop!”

He ignored her injunction and repeated, “What
did you say?”

“Huhhh.” She blinked.
What had she said?
He let go of her breasts and took a step back, her body growing cold with his
absence. “Experience! I was thinking that you sure knew what you were doing,
but that was probably because you’re an Immortal and have had hundreds of years
of experience. Hmm, I mean, you know, making love and…hmm, what are you doing?”

“What does it look like?”

Oh, thank You God! “Taking your clothes off?”

“Very good, Jessica. Now, why don’t you push
everything off the desk, and climb on it? I need to fuck you again.”

She blinked once again. “That’s not very
romantic.”

His heavy fleece shirt landed on the floor.
His pants dropped down soon after, revealing the fact he’d been going commando
the whole time. With an amused glance, he replied, “I’m not in the mood for
romantic. I’d rather fuck.”

“Oh.” She licked her lips. “Right.”

“We’ve already done it once, baby. What’s the
matter?”

“Nothing!” Before he could go back on his
decision and suddenly declare she wasn’t worthy any longer, she turned around,
grabbed all the books she could get her hands on and put them on the floor
beside the desk. As soon as it was cleared, she turned back around and inched
herself up, wincing at the feel of the hard wood on her bare butt.

“That’s better,” he said as he stepped
towards her. “Now lie down, spread your legs and close your eyes.”

She did as ordered, her heartbeat echoing in
her throat at the thought of what was to come.

Chapter Three

“They will be able to grant the gift of
Immortality to their Mates and none other.

Only the Just will have that privilege,
 as with it, will come the ultimate survival, or death, of the race.”

Ambrotos (Translation by Jessica James)

Jessica squinted her eyes closed, knowing
fully well she’d hate not knowing what was going to happen but unwilling to
disobey him all the same. She was too worried he’d stop what they’d been doing;
too scared he’d go away and leave her there, yearning for more of his touch.
So, here she was, her legs dangling on either side of the desk, her breasts
budding in the cooling room.