Chapter 15 - Mira
The lab is quiet. Two of the senior developers are here, looking frustrated and tired, but apart from that, it’s empty. No one works weekends unless they really have to, which is why weekends were always my favorite times to be here.
“Hi Jake, hi Logan, you guys having no luck?” I say, walking into the server room.
“We’ve rebooted the whole system now, so we’re hoping it might help bring the problem to light,” Jake groans, throwing his hand in the air in frustration.
“Sorry, we had to call you in, but we’ve been fighting for hours, and it’s getting us nowhere,” Logan explains.
“You two can go. I’ll take over and see if I can solve it,” I say, noting the relief in their eyes.
Jace walks into the server room behind me, surprising me, and both tech guys sit up straighter and try their best not to look like a train wreck of exhaustion.
“Alpha, hello, how are you?” Logan mumbles, standing up to greet the leader of our pack.
“Hi guys, don’t mind me, I’m just here for moral support,” Jace says, smiling. “What program is messing up?” he asks.
“It’s a program we’re meant to be presenting at the community meeting this coming week. We’re going to offer it to all the packs to use, a gesture of goodwill to aid our pack status. But it’ll be totally useless if it’s not functional.” Logan is distressed.
“I’ll get it working, guys. I built this program. This is my baby. I know every inch of it,” I muse. Poor guys should have called me hours ago. But I’m glad they didn’t. I had such an incredible day today.
“Go on, you two, you can go home,” I say again, when they stand awkwardly doing nothing and looking bewildered. Apparently, bringing the Alpha to the tech lab freaks the nerds out.
I giggle at the thought. They don’t like seeing anyone, never mind the highest-ranking pack member.
“Thanks, Mira. We’ll be in early tomorrow morning.” Logan smiles, nodding his head, and Jace, before grabbing his things to leave.
“Thanks, guys,” I say, ushering them out.
I sit down at the desk surrounded by several computers and squint at the stream of code running across it. Already, I can see two issues.
Jace sits down on a sofa in the corner of the server room.
Turing toward him, I tilt my head to the side. “What are you doing?” I ask, confused.
“Relaxing, why?” he says, pulling his phone from his pocket.
“I thought you were just dropping me off. There’s no reason for you to stay,” I explain.
“I’ve got some things to do,” he says, gesturing to his phone. “I promise I won’t disturb you at all,” he smiles.
“But… you can go home. You really don’t have to be here,” I say again, still confused.
“I’m staying, Mira. I’m your company for the evening,” he insists.
“But Jace, it’s…”
“Mira,” he chuckles, “I’m not going anywhere. But you won’t even know I’m here. I won’t disturb you at all.”
I narrow my eyes, wondering why in the world he’d want to stay. But at the same time, it makes me feel special. I scrunch my nose and bite my lower lip. “Ok,” I mutter, turning back to the computers. “But you can leave any time if you change your mind.”
I just hope he doesn’t distract me too much. I really have to get this done.
***
True to his word, Jace is quiet and lets me work freely. Not only does he not disturb me, but he also supplies a constant flow of fresh coffee and biscuits to keep me energized.
This is taking a lot longer than I would’ve hoped, and honestly, I’m shocked he’s still here. I’ve been going through lines and lines of code for so long that my head feels fuzzy.
I lift my coffee mug to take a sip and groan when it’s empty. I hate that feeling, when you think you have one last sip, but you don’t.
Behind me, Jace notices and comes to stand next to the desk. His scent is like a slap in the face. It pushes my body into some kind of overdrive, and I groan again, shifting in my seat to stop my mind from racing with images of him.
“You need real food, I think. You can’t go the whole night on coffee and cookies,” he says.
I nod, “Yes, I think so, but I’m not anywhere near done, so it’ll have to wait,” I sigh.
“I’ll go get us something. I won’t be long,” he gently runs his hand down my back. “You craving something in particular?” he asks.
You. I’m suddenly, intently craving you.
“Anything is fine,” I say hurriedly. In all seriousness, I need him to leave as soon as possible. I think it’s because I’m so tired, or I’ve been staring at this code for too long, but all my defenses are dropping, and I really, really want him.
“I’ll be back in a minute,” he calls out, leaving. I let out a sigh of relief.
But just as I do, pain shoots through my body.
“Oh no,” I groan, clutching my belly. I thought the worst of my heat cycle was over, but here it is again, at the most inconvenient possible moment.
I take several deep breaths just like Jace taught me to do when I get a stitch from running. But it doesn’t help at all. This pain is different. It’s relentless and unforgiving. My body has decided what it wants, and it wants it now.
Standing up, my legs shake, and I almost collapse when a fresh wave of pain shoots through me. I fall back down into my chair and lean forward in the seat, gasping for breath and trying to push through it.
I don’t know how long I’m sitting like that for when I hear Jace behind me. He runs to me. “Mira!” he exclaims, wrapping his arms around me. “What’s wrong?” he scoops me into his arms and immediately catches my scent. His eyes widen. “Your heat cycle,” he mumbles.
“I’m in so much pain, Jace. Please, can you take me home? I need to go home,” I beg.
“Don’t worry, little one, I’m going to help you,” he says gently, carrying me away from the desk. I sigh in relief. Home is where I need to be. Home is where he can help me ease this pain.
But to my shock, he carries me to the corner sofa instead.
“Jace,” I murmur, horrified. “I have to go home…we need to…”
He places me on the sofa and kneels in front of me.
“Spread your legs for me, Mira,” he purrs. My heart races faster as my eyes trace over his perfect jaw, shadowed with dark black stubble. His pitch black eyes were piercing into me.
My body obeys before my mind has a chance to process. I spread my legs apart, and he gently pulls my hips closer to the edge of the sofa.
He runs his hands slowly up my legs, pushing my dress up as he goes.
I groan again as the pain intensifies. “Jace,” I gasp, scrunching my nose in agony. Someone might see us.
I don’t care. I don’t care about anything but making this pain stop.
“It’s ok, Mira. I’ll take care of you,” he promises me in a whispering growl as he pushes my dress up over my hips and hooks his fingers beneath my panties. I shiver when his fingers brush over my clit.
He pulls the lace aside and lowers himself. My mind practically explodes when he wraps his mouth over my clit and slips his fingers inside me at the same time.
I gasp, almost choking as pleasure shoots through me.
He licks his long tongue over my pussy and between my pink folds. My mind slips, the pain eases, but it’s not enough.
Jace moves slowly, taking his time. He’s giving me just enough to keep the pain at bay, but he’s also teasing me. And by the sounds of it, he’s enjoying every moment of it.
He slides his fingers out of me and replaces them with his tongue. Pushing it deep into my pussy he licks inside me, pushing and pulling, fucking my pussy with his mouth.
The sensation is intoxicating. I reach forward and knot my fingers in his hair, pushing him harder against me, locking his face between my thighs, and the pleasure grows.