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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.
    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.