I kicked the chair away from the desk. “Because I have always wanted to bend you over my desk and fuck you senseless.”
Desire surged through the bond like a seismic wave after an earthquake. My mouth was on hers, hard, demanding. She clutched at me, nails scraping. Too many clothes. I wrapped a portal around our clothes and they disappeared. Everything except for Renee’s knee-high boots. She’d need the added height of the four-inch heels for what I had in mind.
She gasped at the sudden loss of clothes but I didn’t give her time to ask how it happened. I spun her around, pressed her upper body down onto the desk and claimed what was mine. How many times had I imagined pounding into Renee right here; just like this? Hundreds, maybe thousands of times, and none of them even came close to this.
My fingers digging into her hips; my loins slapping against her ass. Her arms scattering my papers across the top of my desk; her hands grasping for something to hold on to. All of that was better than I ever dreamed possible, but it was her screams that really did it for me.
Renee usually held something back. Very rarely did she let go completely. So when she screamed, “God yes, fuck me Solomon!” I couldn’t stop it. My orgasm rolled over me and I pounded into her dripping wet heat, hard and deep until she came screaming over the edge with me.
When it was over, I yanked her head up with a handful of hair and kissed her long and deep. I was still hard, and we didn’t have to be at the club for at least another hour. An hour wasn’t much time, but it was long enough to make Renee scream again.
And maybe a few more times after that...
Chapter Twenty-One
~ Renee ~
“Are you ready to party?!” Solomon asked and the crowd responded with cheers and yet another round of enthusiastic applause.
I was standing front and center enjoying the show along with the rest of his groupies, and for a change, I fit right in. I was wearing a sexy black mini dress that was more of a halter-top connected to a miniskirt with a couple of large metal rings and a few scraps of material. It left my back, shoulders, arms, and most of my midriff bare - my legs too, except for an inch or two at the top of my thighs.
The noise died down again and Solomon began, “I’m sure you’re all wondering why Supernova appears to be unchanged, even though that is the point of the evening - for the dance club to be transformed into something uniquely entertaining. Well I thought about that and decided everyone has their own opinion about what is uniquely entertaining and what is not. Therefore, I’m leaving the transformations up to all of you.”
Murmurs ran through the crowd as everyone wondered what Solomon was talking about.
“I can see that some of you doubt me already, but think of it like karaoke - on steroids, and don’t worry about whether you can sing or dance - that’s why it’s called magic. Trust me; this is going to be a night you will never forget.”
Now the murmurs were joined by shaking heads, but Solomon just smiled wide and held his hand out to me. I wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but I did trust him, so I climbed the stairs and joined him onstage facing the crowd. Some of the women gave me dirty looks, but I figured that was something I’d just have to get used to.
Solomon turned towards me but spoke loud enough for the crowd to hear. “I think I know the answer, but just in case I’m wrong I’ll ask the question. What is your favorite movie dance scene?”
“The scene in Pulp Fiction where Mia and Vincent do the twist in Jack Rabbit Slim’s.”
He smiled at me and nodded. “I want you to close your eyes and think about that scene. Try to remember as many details as you can.”
I did as he asked, picturing Uma Thurman with short black hair, wearing a white shirt and black pants. She was barefoot on stage while she danced with John Travolta in his black suit and socks to Chuck Barry’s You Never Can Tell.
I heard several gasps from the audience and opened my eyes. I was now dressed exactly like Mia Wallace and Solomon was standing in for Vincent Vega. The rest of Supernova had been transformed to look astonishingly close to Jack Rabbit Slim’s. I let out a delighted squeal and covered my mouth with both hands.
Solomon laughed and told me, “Keep concentrating and start dancing.”
I pictured the movie in my mind and the next thing I knew we were doing the twist to the same music Mia and Vincent danced to in the movie. The crowd went crazy and before you knew it, everyone was dancing and having a good time.
When we hopped off the stage, Scarlett dragged Noah up there before the music even faded. She closed her eyes for a moment and then the carnival scene from the end of Grease began playing out before my eyes. Noah seemed a little reluctant at first, but then the spell took over and he was singing and dancing as if he’d been born to perform.
Hours later, we were slow dancing to Wild Horses by the Sundays. Rook and Angela were up on stage doing a very good impersonation of Sarah Michelle Gellar and David Boreanaz at Buffy the Vampire Slayer’s prom.
“This was a really good idea,” I told Solomon, linking my fingers behind his neck. “I mean look; you even got Rook up on stage.”
“I’m glad everyone is enjoying themselves.”
His eyes shone bright with happiness and I felt his love for me flowing through the bond. It was like that warm, fuzzy feeling you get after waking from a good dream, but this feeling would never fade. He would always be with me, warming my soul.
“Can you feel it Solomon?” I asked him, wondering if he could feel my love for him as well.
He knew what I meant of course and smiled. “Your love is like a warm fire on a cold winter night. It draws me in and comforts me with its soothing warmth.”
My heart swelled with my love for this man, for my other half, for my mate. “Kiss me Solomon.”
He lowered his head down to mine, and when our lips met, we kissed, long and slow, with lingering tongues and satisfied sighs. The future never looked brighter than it did when Solomon held me in his arms.
The music changed to a slinky, sexy tune and our swaying movements gradually became a mutual grinding of hips. Solomon trailed his fingertips down my spine, light and teasing. Then his lips moved to my neck and I let my head fall to the side, enjoying the tingles and goose bumps that spread over my flesh. I loved the way his mouth felt on my body, the way he nipped at my ears and the way his fangs grazed the side of my throat.
My fingers found their way into his hair, winding through the silken strands, holding on as his mouth worked its magic awakening my senses. It seemed like only moments had passed since we left his office, but already I craved more of him.
His rough hands slid slowly down my sides, pulling me closer as they came to rest on my hips. We danced a while longer with our bodies molded together and my nipples rubbing against his sculpted chest. The friction caused the most exquisite sensations that tightened the taut peaks almost to the point of pain. The slow, grinding of his arousal against my belly was a tantalizing prelude to the pleasure that awaited us.
How much longer would we allow these clothes to come between us? I knew Solomon would have no problem shedding some clothes right here on the dance floor, but how far was I willing to go? Could I accept him for who he was and embrace his lifestyle as my own? With his warm body pressed against mine, I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more.
I let my hands roam a little, smoothing over his shoulders and down his arms, then back up again and over the hard muscles of his chest. He followed my lead, sliding his strong hands up my back, and then down over the curve of my ass. There he kneaded and massaged, toying with the hemline of my dress like a temptation he couldn’t quite resist.
His mouth came back to mine, more insistent now. Need growing between us like a living thing. His fingers traced the hemline of my dress, teasing my upper thigh. Back and forth... Back and forth... Every slow pass made my womb clench with anticipation.
How far would he go? Could he feel how badly I wanted this?
I started danci
ng backwards, pulling him with me as we left the dance flood behind. Once we were in a dark corner, I reached for his pants and he lifted his head to look into my eyes.
“This is a bit more public than you’re used to Renee.”
I had to give him props. Raw lust burned through his veins, but he still wanted to be sure I was okay with what we were about to do.
“Feel me through the bond Solomon. I have never wanted anything more than I want this right now, right here.”
I popped his button free and lowered his zipper. Then I slid my hand into his pants to stroke his aroused flesh.
His eyes closed with a groan and he began thrusting into my hand. A moment later, his fingers scraped up the front of my thighs to the bottom edge of my dress. Back and forth he teased me again, giving me time to back out before he took this any further. When I didn’t protest, his fingers dipped under the front of my dress and slid through my slick feminine folds.
His eyes snapped wide open and met mine.
Lightning flashed through my body with the intimate touch but I gave him the most innocent smile I could manage. “I thought panties would only get in the way tonight, so I left them at home.”
His face darkened with desire and I reached up with my free hand to grab a fistful of his hair. This time our lips came together in a fevered rush, hot and wet, open mouths and thrusting tongues. My hand continued stroking his iron hard shaft as his fingers teased my clit, spreading my own wetness over the super-sensitive little nub. The music was forgotten, the dancing too. Hell, everything but the pleasure we could give each other was wiped from existence.
Everything narrowed down to the tension building low in my belly, to the pleasure tightening my nerve endings. I released my grip on his arousal and his arm wrapped around my waist just in time to keep me on my feet. The pressure never stopped and with one last twist of his talented fingers, he sent me spiraling out of control.
I cried out, screaming as the orgasm tore through me with the force of a hurricane. While the waves of pleasure were still dragging me under, Solomon hooked an arm under my leg, lifted me up and pushed into my body with one long, hard thrust. I cried out again and he quickly built to a steady rhythm.
His gaze captured mine and held me prisoner while he slid into my hot, wet center again and again. Every urgent thrust stole my breath and my sanity as unbelievable sensations had me quivering in his arms. My nails clawed at his back, as the ecstatic moans fell from my lips.
Solomon growled low in his throat, and something inside of me snapped. Liquid fire poured over his shaft and I came apart, convulsing with orgasmic pleasure as he pounded into me. His thrusts became more and more frenzied until finally, he slammed home one more time and I felt his cock pulsing, spilling his hot release deep inside of me.
He held me tight, surrounding me with his love, and rested his forehead against the wall behind me while we caught our breath.
“Well damn! I thought with you being his mate and all that he’d take you home and treat you right. But here you are getting fucked up against a wall just like the rest of us.”
I didn’t recognize the voice, but it wasn’t really important who she was anyway. I was going to rip her throat out for reminding me of all the other women who had been exactly where I was now. My legs came down and I pushed off from the wall hard. Solomon tightened his grip and held me in place. I struggled against his hold, but couldn’t break free of the iron bands his arms had formed around my body.
While I continued struggling, I heard him shout, “Get her out of here. Now!” I struggled harder but a few seconds later he said, “She’s gone Renee.”
“You have no right to hold me back Solomon,” I growled.
“She’s human Renee,” Solomon informed me, and when I finally stopped struggling he continued, “She won’t survive if you rip out her voice box, and no matter how much she might deserve it, Rook and Angela would be seriously put out if you killed their daughter.”
I growled again, this time out of impotent frustration. I could kill a lot of people and no one would think twice about it, but kill the daughter of the king’s personal bodyguard and there’d be hell to pay.
I stopped struggling and told Solomon, “I’m done. I won’t go after her, but someone should gag that bitch before she really pisses someone off and Rook has to set time back to save her ass.”
He released his hold on me and stepped back to do up his pants while I straightened my dress. “When I heard the first word come out of her mouth I tried to stop her but I couldn’t get a hold of her mind. I don’t know what happened. Her mind is usually very easy to take over.”
“Maybe she’s taking after her mother,” I suggested. “None of you could get into Angela’s mind from day one, not even Dragon. Maybe the older Rachel gets the harder it will be for anyone to manipulate her.”
Solomon stopped what he was doing and stared at me with the most peculiar look on his face.
“What is it Solomon?”
He shook his head and chuckled. “I don’t think it has anything to do with her age.”
He finished buttoning his pants and then took my hand, leading me towards the main entrance.
“Where are you taking me,” I asked, nearly jogging to keep up with his brisk pace.
“To see Rachel. If we hurry, we’ll catch up to her and Grayson.”
“You just had her sent away so that I wouldn’t kill her. Now you want to help me hunt her down?”
He chuckled again and shook his head. “She caught you off guard before, and our emotions were running pretty high. You won’t hurt her now.”
“I might think about it if she runs her mouth.”
“But you won’t,” he insisted, smiling down at me.
I rolled my eyes and tried to keep up. The sooner we caught up to Rachel and Grayson, the sooner Solomon would explain why we needed to find them to begin with.
When we finally tracked them down, Rachel was braced against a tree with her legs wrapped around Grayson’s waist. Going by the looks of things, they had just finished up. Rachel didn’t seem to hear our approach, but Grayson called over his shoulder, “We’ll be right there.”
“What...” Rachel peeked around Grayson’s broad shoulders and I wiggled my fingers at her in a little wave. Her eyes flashed hot and angry. “What the hell do you two want?”
“Fair is fair Rachel,” I told her striding closer while they straightened their clothes. “Why should you get to enjoy your postcoital bliss when you were so eager to ruin ours?”
She started towards me but Grayson grabbed her around the waist and glued her back to his front with a strong arm. “Let go of me Grayson.”
“Not a chance Rachel,” Grayson responded in a firm voice. “Solomon would not have come looking for us without a good reason. I think you need to calm down and find out what it is.”
Rachel looked from me to Solomon. Then she huffed and said, “I’m not interested in anything he has to say.”
“Alright Rachel,” Solomon said with a shrug, “but I thought you might like a heads up before I tell Rook my theory.”
She let out an exaggerated sigh, but her eyes were weary. “What are you talking about?”
“When I heard your voice in the club I tried to make you stop talking before you said something to set Renee off, but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t get a hold of your mind no matter how hard I tried.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” Rachel snapped. “You told me you wouldn’t do that anymore.”
“No, I told you I wouldn’t do it unless I thought it was really necessary, but that’s not the point. Three days ago, it took me half a second to get a hold of your mind. Then tonight, it wasn’t happening no matter how long I tried.”
“Again; how is that a bad thing?”
“What was the first sign that there was something special about your mother Rachel?” Solomon asked, and then waited.
Rachel’s brows drew together for a moment before she began struggling de
sperately against Grayson’s hold. “Let me go Grayson! Let go of me now!” When he finally let her go, she pointed a finger at him and backed away from all of us. “This is not happening! First Jasper gets all possessive and now you think you’re in love with me. Can’t you guys get it through your heads? I don’t want to be tied down to anyone.”
Grayson looked as lost as I felt when Rachel turned and stalked back towards the club.
“What just happened Solomon?” Grayson asked before I had a chance.
Solomon rubbed his hands over his face and I felt his unease through the bond. “I’m sure you’ve heard by now that Angela, Rook’s anai and Rachel’s mother, is a conduit.”
Grayson nodded. “I’ve heard the rumors, but I wasn’t sure what to make of them. I always thought conduits were legends - not real, but I’ve felt the power emanating from Sa’jon Ruk, and there can be no other explanation. Somehow he is tied directly into the River of Time.”
“Trust me, conduits are real and I think you’re about to discover exactly how they work.”
Grayson turned his head in the direction Rachel had gone. “You’re not saying...?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.” Solomon confirmed. “Rook believes conduits are descendants of your Goddess. Rachel’s mother is a conduit, so it only follows that she is too. Rook also believes a conduit’s ability to channel the River of Time can only be awakened and used by a time demon who loves her.
None of us could get into Angela’s head while Rook was getting to know her. We didn’t understand why until he finally realized he loved her and she started traveling through time with him. I believe your feelings for Rachel have awakened her conduit abilities, and if they continue to grow, she will eventually follow you through time. If you chose to become anai, you would be tied to the River through Rachel, just like Rook is through Angela.”
Grayson looked like he was going to be sick, but I didn’t know how to make him feel better. I was just as stunned as he was. As far as I knew, he’d only met Rachel a few days ago. How could he already be falling in love with her?
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