Jonah growled. She didn’t look terrible at all and he resented the description. She was beautiful, always. He turned and grabbed two towels from the chrome wall radiator and placed them on the corner of the sink. Turning Alana, he placed his hands on her shoulders before unclipping her bra. It fell to the floor effortlessly as he ran his hands over the soft skin of her shoulders again. Her skin was smooth and supple and he wanted to run his mouth all over her. He turned her back to face him and gradually ran his gaze over her breasts. They were glorious. Running his hand gently over the curve of her collarbone, his traced down the front of her chest and cupped each hand under her breasts. They felt divine in his grip as he rounded each one and squeezed gently. The buds of her nipples hardened to his touch. Their firmness brushed against the sides of his thumbs as he took each one in his grip. She felt like silk to him.
Alana inhaled as the sensation of his hands brushed over her skin. It tingled to the point of intensity that she had to hold her legs locked to stop herself from collapsing from the desire that was building quickly. His intense gaze on her body had her insides firing as he rolled each of her nipples between his thumbs and fingers. His touch always had her begging for more.
Jonah slipped his hands down either side of her waist. She was slim and his hands fit perfectly around her as he felt his way down toward her hips. She was smaller than his huge frame and it always turned him on to know his powerful body made hers respond instantly. Kneeling down, he gently gripped at the edges of her panties. Gliding them down over the slim muscles of her legs, he removed them. She was naked before him and he stared up into her seductively deep brown eyes. His female was the image of perfection.
Alana had her hands ruffling through his hair and he could feel the heat bearing from her pussy. She wanted him to touch her, lick her, and bring her to the point she knew he could. She wanted to fly with ecstasy and knew it wouldn’t take long to topple over the edge into pure bliss. That was what he did to her every time he touched her. Blew her desire into realms of pleasure that she never wanted to escape from.
Jonah stood and turned, leaning into the shower. He turned on the taps before stripping out of his pants, boxers, and sweater. Gripping Alana’s hand, he led her into the shower and closed the glass panel. The water felt glorious against his skin as he faced the female that had his cock bursting with need to be inside her.
Alana inhaled as steam filled the large shower. She could feel the pressure of the jets against her skin which only seemed to intensify the pleasure in her nerve endings. She was aroused to the point of explosion as she watched Jonah lean over and pick up the bottle of shampoo.
“Turn around for me. I want to lather the shampoo into your hair,” Jonah instructed Alana.
Alana complied and faced away from him. The anticipation of his hands on her sent her pulse rocketing as she felt the pure indulgent of the water against her face. Jonah’s gentle caress as he lathered the shampoo into her hair had her groaning. He wasn’t rough as he massaged her skin. Alana closed her eyes in contentment. She loved how he was commanding her every sensation.
Jonah rinsed the shampoo from her hair and leaned over to retrieve the bottle of shower gel. He was going to enjoy running his hands over every inch of her smooth, wet body. His cock had hardened the moment he’d started to take her clothes off and his need to touch her consumed him. He fully intended to investigate every curve of her body with his hands, lathering the shower gel as he went. Her body was a gift, a ravishing possession that belonged to him. He leaned forward and placed his lips against the nape of her neck.
The soft groan from her body vibrated through to his mouth. Her pleasure was all that lavished at his mind as he ran his hands gently over the skin of her arms. Running them down to her hands, he pressed his body against hers. His cock could feel the small indent of her back and it pulsed, growing harder. Bringing his hands back up her arms, he rounded her shoulders and ran them over her breast, squeezing and massaging the gel around her nipples. He could feel Alana arch forward in response. A small smile lit his lips. The hard rosy buds felt beautiful and Jonah knew they would taste as delightful as they felt.
Moving slowly down to her abdomen, he paused at the top of her clit. She felt wet from the water and the mere feeling of her beautiful parted lips made his resolve falter. He wanted her to enjoy every sensation of his touch but he was finding it harder to resist his need to be inside her. Pressing gently against her clit, he rubbed in circles as he buried his face into her neck. She felt soft and he knew she enjoyed the sensation. Growling loudly, he felt for the opening of her pussy and pushed deep inside her. She was hot and ready for him as he felt her clench against his him. Drawing out, he pushed in again and gripped her around the waist. Her pleasure was making her knees go weak and he didn’t want her to fall.
Alana found it hard to breathe. The feel of him pushing hard inside her sent her mind hazy with lust and she felt her legs shake with each penetration. He was going to make her come so quickly that she didn’t think she would be able to cope with the intensity. The feel of his hard cock on her back had made her instantly want to turn and wrap her lips firmly around him but he held her secure in front of him. He wanted to give her pleasure and he was succeeding in driving her to the point where she knew she would explode. Her heart hammered hard in her chest as she leaned her hands on the tiles in front of her. Leaning her head back, she gave Jonah the room to nuzzle her. The vibration from his moans traveled straight to her clit and with the pounding from her fingers, she felt her orgasm begin to rise. Heat burned and flooded through her as she clenched inside. The orgasm that gripped her sent her towering, fleeing into waves of pleasure.
Jonah lifted himself away from her and gently ran his hand over her back, pushing gently to let her know to lean forward. His legs pushed against the inside of her thighs and he felt them move apart. Lowering himself, he nudged at the entrance to her pussy with his cock. His skin rippled with desire as he pushed in deep inside her. She gripped at his cock and he could feel how tight she was. She always drove his pleasure and he loved to be buried deep inside her. Pounding hard, he gripped at her hips. The roundness of her ass made him groan loudly as his muscles clenched to push in deeper. He still felt the power she had projected to him and it only served to make his pleasure more intensified. She filled his mind, body, and soul, and he wanted to fulfil her every need with his body. She had stolen his heart and filled it with such love that he’d never known could exist. He loved his female with all that he was.
As he continued his relentless pounding, his heart beat faster. The tone of her pleasure was exciting him further and he felt his cock strain. She cried out his name as the muscles of her pussy clenched tighter on him as she came. His release hit him full force and he drove in deep, holding onto her hips. Pulsing over and over, he felt every nerve blaze with the release of his orgasm.
Leaning forward, he smiled before gently brushing her lips with his own. Alana was his weakness, the only one he would ever allow to affect him. He’d never stop wanting her, never stop making her desires a reality. The elation he felt at having her back in his arms was more than he’d ever experienced and he’d cherish every touch of her. She’d not been injured and now he had all the time in the world to spend showing her the love he felt deep within his soul. Their future was secure and for the first time in his life, he felt whole.
Chapter 24
Alana knocked at the door of the quarters a little further down the hallway from her and Jonah’s quarters. She stood and waited, hearing soft shuffling sounds on the other side of the door. Her heart jumped as she heard the handle turn, and shifted slightly on her feet as she watched the door open slowly. This was going to be the first time she’d spoken to Emilia properly since before they’d been taken. Alana inhaled deeply as she watched the door shift to the side.
Emilia stood and stared at Alana.
“Can I come in?” Alana felt slight unease at the cool expression on Emilia’s face.
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Emilia nodded as she stepped back to allow room for Alana to walk inside.
Alana stared at the soft surrounding of the room. It had a cream colored carpet and the walls were a soft burnt umber color. Blinds similar to the rest of the quarters hung from the large ceiling to floor windows and the large bed was covered in a pale peach duvet. She noticed the pine wardrobe and dresser which she knew was not too dissimilar to some of the furniture in the other quarters. She waited, patiently, hoping Emilia would welcome her visit.
Emilia didn’t close the door.
Alana suspected that she preferred to have to door open after being shut away for so long. It had surprised Alana that the door had been closed when she’d approached the room, but Emilia’s wet hair meant she’d just taken a shower. That would explain why. As she watched Emilia cross the room, she gazed at her thin frame. She was desperately slim and the gaunt features of her face made Alana’s heart pierce with sadness. Her sister had suffered far worse than she’d anticipated and guilt tore at her soul.
Alana watched Emilia walk over to the dresser and pick up the hairbrush. As Emilia brushed her long dark hair, Alana was glad that it still remained long and flowing. She remembered how Emilia had loved how beautifully straight their hair had been and how they could style in it in different fashions when they were young. It had always been one of her favorite features but while Alana had been able to keep hers a more acceptable length, Emilia’s had grown vastly longer. Maybe she could arrange for it to be cut. She’d have to speak to Jasmine and arrange for someone to come to Genesis or even go out. She wasn’t too sure how Jonah would feel about that though. Maybe a visit in would be more advisable. Anyway, she’d definitely organize something.
Alana had been pleased that Jenson had been kind enough to take care of Emilia while she and Jonah had gone back to their quarters in the night. He had shown her to her room and given her a tour of the quarters before making sure she was happy enough to leave her to take a shower. He had gone to the kitchen and made her something to eat and had brought it upstairs for her along with a large glass of soda. Jenson was good like that.
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Emilia had been grateful for the kindness that Jenson had shown her before finally laying on the bed. It had felt like heaven to lay on something so soft and gentle and she’d snuggled so tightly under the duvet, it had felt like drifting on clouds. Sleep had stolen her and she’d not moved the rest of the entire night. She’s woken to the sun streaming through the blinds but had not wanted to move from the heat that enveloped her.
As Emilia had lain there, she’d thought about her life that she’d escaped from. It felt wrong to enjoy such pleasure, while the ones she cared for were still in torment. Her mind had not been able to clear itself of the vision of Tarrant and Gideon and her heart had broken. Tears had rolled down her face. Guilt was all she could felt now.
Alana had come to rescue her, but that didn’t replace the emptiness in her soul. She had lost who she really was. She had no direction, no desire or ambition. It was just a case of survival from each day to the next and she’d long since stopped wishing for anything further. It would be hard to now face each day without the need to fight to keep going. What was there here for her? A comfy bed, food and safety yes, but what would she do? Her only true concern was for her friends and she would have to figure out a way to find them. Harvey had done this, and the hatred still remained, even though she was now free from him.
She had climbed out of bed and walked in to the bathroom. The shower the night before had been amazing. The freshness of the water on her skin and the smell of the shower gel had enthralled her senses and she’d stood under it what seemed like an eternity, just savoring the jets against her skin. It had felt invigorating, and to wash herself clean of the stench of the cells had been emotional. To finally feel clean of the horrors she’d endured at not being allowed to wash often or even brush her hair daily had made her cry. Such small things made a difference in life and she truly appreciated them.
Her stomach had eagerly ravished the food that Jenson had brought to her and it had surprised her how her stomach had rumbled as she’d woken. It had been so long since she’d had anything that had resembled a proper meal that her stomach jumped at the chance of being fed again. Maybe she might venture to the kitchen and see if there was anything else she could find to eat. Running into The Order had made her cautious though. She knew she would have to face them, but not yet.
Staring at Alana, she could see the pity in her eyes. She didn’t want anyone to pity her. She’d survived the cells and while she was grateful to The Order for rescuing her, she’d faced an eternal hell and had come out the other side. Pity was not something that would make her feel any better. Revenge would. How she was going to get back at Harvey was something she would have to think long and hard about. She couldn’t rely on others to help her. It was something she would have to do on her own, but for the moment, she needed rest and to build up her strength.
“Emilia. Is there anything you need?” Alana asked gently.
“I’m good, thank you.” Emilia felt a little awkward. It was like they were strangers and their closeness had seemed to vanish. Alana was the same person, but Emilia believed the past had changed their relationship. She wasn’t really sure if they would ever get back to the way they were.
Alana walked over to the low couch that sat under the window. She watched Emilia as she sat on the end of the bed. The T-shirt and shorts that she’d arrived in were still covered in dirt and Alana decided that as soon as she had spoken to Emilia, she would go and get her some clothes. Jasmine would be more than willing to share. She’d shared with Alana when she’d arrived and they could always order some more clothes online for all of them.
Taking in a deep breath, Alana built up the courage to discuss their past. “I tried to find you. When I was taken to the Headquarters, I was made to work in another building. It had cells and there were prisoners inside. Jonah was one of them. They had me taking blood samples, but I don’t know why. I still don’t know why they were holding them.”
Emilia sat and stared as Alana spoke. She remained silent, wanting to know what had happened when they’d been separated.
“When Jonah escaped, Harvey took me to the Headquarters. He locked me in the room that he held you in and I was never allowed to leave in the beginning. He showed me a picture of you in the cells and warned me that if I ever tried to leave him, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill you. I was scared. I stayed there and spent day after day following the orders he gave me in fear that he’d hurt you.”
Emilia continued to sit in silence, listening.
“After a while, I realized that Harvey had no intention of hurting me. I would sometimes be asked to work on the reception desk and had access to the computer system. It dawned on me that if I could access the camera system, that I might be able to find you. I gained the trust of the computer technician and he showed me how to use the system. For years, I searched for a way into the camera network but the security was too great.”
“Harvey told me you left the Headquarters sometimes. Why did you go back?” Emilia knew the answer before Alana had even taken in a breath to speak.
“Harvey threatened to hurt you if I ever left. As much as I wished for freedom, I wasn’t prepared to forsake your life for me to escape. I couldn’t do it. I had to keep trying to find you. You were in hell because of me.”
“Why do you think it was because of you?” Emilia knew that Harvey had found out about her power and that was the main reason she was placed in the cell and not Alana.
“I spoke to Jonah last night and realized that Harvey wanted to make me love him. He wanted to gain the power that I can project. He must have known somehow about how your power is the opposite of mine. I never realized you held such a strong power inside you.”
“I’m sorry I never told you. Father thought it was best to keep it to ourselves. He never wanted you to be afraid of me. I never wanted you to be afr
aid of me, either. Harvey visited our parents. He tricked them into telling him about what we could do. That’s how he knew to keep us apart. He’d said to me that I was the evil one and you were good. I don’t think he actually realized how strong my powers actually are.”
“I would never have feared you. I love you and nothing could ever change that. It was wrong what he did and I hate him with every ounce of who I am. I’m sorry you were the one who suffered.” Alana felt tears begin to fall though her dark eyelashes.
“I wasn’t the only one who suffered. You suffered, too. You had your rights to freedom taken the same as me. I can’t forget the last fifty years but I can’t also move forward. It will take time for me to adjust to living with freedom.” Emilia knew they had each suffered in their own way and she was glad that Alana had found true happiness with Jonah. He was a good, strong male who would take care of her.
“I’m here for you for as long as it takes. You have a home here. Elijah, our King, has assured me that this is as much your home from now on, and whatever you need, all you have to do is let me know and I’ll arrange for it to be taken care of.” Alana smiled as she wiped the tears from her eyes. She wanted to go over and take her sister in her arms and hold her to take her suffering away. She just wasn’t sure her sister felt the same.
“I appreciate all that everyone has done for me. I don’t know what I’m going to do now, but as soon as I decide, I’ll let you know.” Emilia watched as Alana stood. She lifted herself from the bed and stood directly in front of her.
“You have your freedom to choose now. Please don’t go anywhere until you are strong enough. You are welcome to stay here permanently if you want to. I would love to get to spend time with you again.” Alana stared into Emilia’s gentle smile.
Emilia didn’t have an answer for her. Her heart felt torn between wanting to get to know her sister again and the need to get revenge. She knew for sure that she needed to help free her friends and at some point might approach Jenson to see if The Order would possible give her some assistance. That would be in time, though. Alana was right—she needed to build up her strength before deciding what her next step would be. She just hoped that her escape did not put her friend’s lives in jeopardy.
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