Chapter Nine
Akasha LaVey
Secrets
My legs feel like jelly as I walk beside Korvin. I have just had the single best sexual experience in my fucking life and now I have to talk to my damn boss.
All I want to do is catch a cab home and let Korvin fulfill his dirty promise of fucking me until I can’t walk. I don’t even care that I have plans with Ari tomorrow, I’ll tell her I’m sick or something. Yes, it is a dick move but if I have to wake up from another erotic fucking dream featuring Korvin and what I can only imagine will be a spectacular cock, I’ll jump out my apartment window. It’s the same reason I didn’t wear panties tonight.
I was hoping I could somehow seduce him. Get him to touch me, kiss me, fuck me. It’s like a living entity, this need to be taken by him. I don’t want sweet and soft, I want him to treat me like a possession to take what he needs and leave me in a sobbing, messy heap of sexual satisfaction.
Each moment I spend with him only makes the desire within me grow more. I know what I am feeling isn’t normal by any stretch of the word, but I don’t want to give up on what he makes me feel. I crave him more every day.
Korvin knocks on the ornately carved wooden door and waits, my hand in his.
“Enter.” Both of us step inside. “Please take a seat,” Aldron says. He gestures to the two black leather chairs in front of his desk.
I wish Korvin would pull me down on his lap so I could feel his erection against my ass, but I know he won’t. Besides, that would be even more inappropriate than what we did in the elevator. I mean, this is our boss’s office.
“You wanted to see us?” Korvin asks.
Aldron nods. “This is not quite how I intended to do this, but things have happened, and I need to move up my timeline.”
“Okay,” I say with a raised brow, unsure of what they are talking about.
“This is all going to seem a bit crazy, but I need you to listen to me—” Aldron starts, facing me but Korvin cuts him off.
“Hell, no!” he roars, standing upright, shaking the windows in their panes. “You will not tell her anything.”
Like before with one of our bouncer twins, his features shimmer and shift before returning to normal. I shake my head. Being overly tired, hopped up on energy drinks, and sex deprived is making me hallucinate.
“Sit. Down,” Aldron orders Korvin. The strange thing is he does what he is told. “Akasha, do me a favor and sit on his lap.”
“What?”
“It will keep him in his seat,” he replies with a shrug.
I don’t argue, instead doing what I wanted to do from the beginning and taking a seat on Korvin’s lap. My ass wriggles against his erection and he wraps one of his muscular arms around my middle to keep me from squirming.
“Please Aldron, don’t do this.” Korvin is pleading with Aldron, and I don’t understand why.
“It needs to be done. The situation has … changed.”
“Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on?”
Korvin sighs. “You need to listen to Aldron and keep an open mind. Afterward, we can talk.”
The tone of his voice and the way he is holding me right now speaks volumes. He thinks whatever Aldron must tell me will either piss me off or send me running. He doesn’t believe there will be an opportunity for us to talk. He thinks I won’t want to.
I fully intend to prove him wrong. Korvin doesn’t know this about me, but I am stubborn as fuck. And I want him, so I won’t be backing off anytime soon. Well, maybe if Aldron tells me he is a mass murdering cannibal, but even then, I’m not sure I would walk away.
“You didn’t get this job by chance. You were vetted and found to be the strongest candidate for what we needed.”
“Anyone can bartend,” I say with a roll of my eyes.
Aldron chuckles. “That is true. But that’s not why you’re here.” I am confused beyond measure. So instead of speaking, I wait for him to continue. “Everything I have created in the last three hundred years is under threat. No one respects the old ways anymore and they are trying to work me out.”
“Three hundred years?” I ask incredulously.
“Let me start at the beginning. I am a vampire.” He flashes a set of distended fangs at me, his eyes glowing an eerie yellow. “And you are a witch.”
“Excuse me?” I squeak.
My mind is still reeling from the vampire bit and now he is telling me I’m not what I thought I was. Korvin rubs his fingers across the exposed sliver of flesh between my skirt and shirt.
“You are a direct descendant of the witch, Marie Laveau. After the accusations in New Orleans, your forefathers must have changed your last name to escape the stigma that came with being part of the Laveau line.”
“My grandmother told me the stories when I was a child,” I muse softly.
“So, you know?” Korvin asks.
“They were the ramblings of a crazy old lady,” I say. But deep down inside I know she wasn’t crazy, no matter what my mother used to say.
“You know you don’t believe that no matter what you say,” Aldron says with confidence. “You’ve always felt outside of everyone and everything else, like you don’t fit in or belong anywhere. Strange things have happened around you for your entire life, and you probably have some kind of visions or premonitions.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because all witches are the same with the basics,” he replies. “What matters are the natural abilities. Like your healing power.”
“What?”
“The way you healed the woman’s hand on your first night here was amazing.”
“I didn’t…”
“You did. And even though you weren’t raised as a witch, your latent abilities make you the perfect candidate for what I need.”
“Just get to the point, Aldron,” Korvin says gruffly.
“I want you to study with some of the local witches. We need someone powerful enough to cast a protection spell around Brooklyn to keep Lucius from getting in and taking over,” he explains. “He is pure anarchy and chaos.”
“Meaning?” I ask.
“My brother doesn’t believe in the sanctity of life and inner species living. Where I prefer to find donors to fulfill my dietary needs, he will bring his coven here and they will destroy the harmony we have created. No human, shifter, magical being, or even animal will be safe from them. And then he will move on and destroy the next place.”
“Shifters? Magical creatures?” My mind is swirling with everything he is telling me.
“If witches are real, won’t so much more be true also?”
“I think that’s enough for now,” Korvin cut in. “Why don’t you give her a chance to process everything, and she can come to you if and when she is ready?”
“Korvin,” Aldron starts but stops abruptly.
“It is not your story to tell.” Korvin’s tone is final as he stands placing me on my feet. “Let’s get you home, Akasha.”