Chapter Six
“W
a
it!”
Jed kept walking. He hadn’t planned on Elena getting up so soon.
She was supposed to be resting. Usually, it took quiet time for the subconscious to absorb a hypnotic suggestion.
Had he failed? It sometimes took a few sessions to embed successfully, but he’d thought he’d managed to lead Elena along to the right point.
He frowned. For selfish reasons he hadn’t exercised his usual patience with her. And that odd sensation which had told him when she was near—what was that? His frown deepened. He’d felt it earlier while on the ship too, but she wasn’t anywhere near that location.
He ignored the open curiosity from the others in the office area at the sight of them. No doubt the swelling on his face had something to do with it. He pushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek. Elena packed quite a punch in her swing.
“I’m getting tired of going after you. Are you such a fucking coward,” she demanded, as she fell into step beside him, “that you won’t face me and answer my questions?”
His lips quirked. But he did want her to chase him around. He’d wanted her to keep thinking about him. “I thought we had an appointment, which you missed,” he reminded her. He had other things in mind besides talking, of course. “Now I have two more meetings today.”
“That was before...before what you did.” She grabbed his arm hard, then deliberately stepped in front of him, halting his progress toward the elevator. “I want to talk now.”
Her words told him a lot. First, that she knew and comprehended what had happened besides their sexual encounter. He wasn’t surprised she’d caught on because she was a strong woman mentally—one of the strongest he’d met, actually—and had continually resisted him.
It wasn’t until the breakthrough with the brain entrainment machine, when she’d somehow entered his dreams, that he’d found a chink in her armor.
He would use that subconscious desire to seek him out even in her sleep against her.
It was new territory for a jaded operative like him.
Seduction had never been this intriguing.
Now, he wondered whether he’d possibly not pushed hard enough.
Sexual imprinting, after all, meant sexually bonding with a target repeatedly, and he had just started.
He almost smiled again. Not hard enough? The growing constriction in his pants reminded him how hard she’d gotten, and was now making, him. Without even trying. Damn, but he wanted her.
He moved to the side. She countered, blocking his path again.
He considered the idea of pushing her through one of the adjoining doors in the hallway and showing her exactly what he had in mind.
Talk wasn’t the top priority. His session with her had left him hard and wanting, needing the real touch of her instead of all that virtual shit floating in his head. But his job had to come first.
Even now, standing inches away from him, the faint scent of her fragrance teased him with thoughts of using his tongue to find its source. He hadn’t been so easily aroused in a long time.
He studied her angry eyes. Some things one couldn’t find out in virtual reality—her eyes changed to a muted green when she was emotional. Would they change color when he was buried inside her?
That thought made him even more aroused. This sexual need for her. Maybe he’d mistakenly imprinted himself instead. His lips finally quirked with suppressed humor.
“It’s not funny!”
Her other hand reached up to shove him. At that moment the elevator door opened.
Jed neatly caught the free hand, twisted his body sideways and pulled her along with him into the empty carriage.
He pressed the floor he wanted and the doors slid shut.
Noting that she wasn’t putting up much of a fight, he typed the code onto the pad, deactivating the micro-eye.
He supposed he could test whether his hard work paid off.
Her eyes widened when he moved her captured hand down to the bulge in front of his pants.
“Five minutes,” he said, then pressed forward, pushing her against the wall, holding her hand tightly as she reflexively cupped him. She gasped as he bit her neck. “Starting now. I’ll just show you your answers.”
He had to be quick, knock her off her feet before she realized what was happening. Her free hand slammed up against his chest in warning.
“What the hell are you—”
He easily unzipped her pants. He liked this latest style of low-riding hip huggers. Made access easy. Especially when the woman hadn’t bothered with panties.
He buried his face in her neck, ignoring the slight discomfort of his bruised face, and used his weight to trap her. He was counting on her still having that strange sexual sensitivity she’d somehow gotten from the use of the serum. Two years’ worth of imbalance for him to take advantage of.
“Stop it,” she whispered, the tone of her voice hushed and urgent.
“Make me,” he challenged.
But she was already wet and ready, her body limp and willing, allowing him to easily knee her legs further apart. His fingers fit tightly inside those hip huggers. He slid them downward. Then up. She let out a familiar throaty sound. There. Found the right spot.
“Wherever I want. However I please,” he whispered. She gasped, her hand no longer pushing him away. That was a good sign. “Isn’t this what you’re after?”
“No...!”
“So why aren’t you stopping me? Admit it. You want this more than you want to beat me up.”
“I want to see the real Hades. Then I’ll beat you up.”
“Maybe you got the wrong guy,” he challenged softly. He teased the wet entrance with his middle finger, probing the top of the sensitive slit, pushing in slightly against her natural feminine resistance. “What if I’m not him?”
She shuddered at his intimate caress. “I’m still going to beat you up.” Her voice was strained.
He laughed softly. “Greedy. I like that in a woman. You want more than just to see Hades.”
He looked at her flushed face as he continued to pleasure her. He had his answer about her eyes; they were definitely getting greener. Why couldn’t she have continued sleeping so he could wake her up the way he’d planned? Now he had to keep her focused on him for the next few hours.
“You want Hades inside you. Admit it.” He leaned on her harder so his hand could get better access.
Deeper. Wet and hot. He jammed her hand cupping his cock between their thighs, so he could use his to yank the waistband of her pants lower.
Like that. Nudge her free leg wider. Like that. He just loved these pants.
Decision came swiftly. He couldn’t let her on her own yet. He had a feeling she would spend all that time trying to find a way to undo what he’d done and thus, blocking it from sinking deeper into her subconscious.
“Only if you’d admit to me that you’re Hades,” she panted. “Then I might let you fuck me. But I don’t think you’re him anyway. Five minutes? Hades can do a lot better.”
Jed smiled slowly. She was bargaining with him while letting him win this fight. It was a classic NOPAIN move. He expected no less from a GEM operative. She wasn’t going to win today, though.
THAT SMILE SENT HER heartbeat into warp speed.
She’d never seen a smile so sinfully sensuous, oozing unspoken sexual promises that made her toes curl in her shoes.
His eyes, that strange light color, held a male heat, frank and assessing, and she found herself unable to look away, unable to stop him from doing whatever he wanted.
And the hard bulge nudging into her hand left no doubt what he had in mind.
What was wrong with her? She couldn’t form a single coherent thought as he pulled her pants further down her hips.
All that resonated were the waves of pleasure pulsing from between her legs as she let him bring her closer and closer to climax.
If he wasn’t holding her against the wall, she was going to slide down onto the floor.
She needed this. Ever since last night, she’d wanted this feeling again.
It was as if she couldn’t get enough of this man.
His fantasies fueled her desire. And knowing that he desired her, dreamed about sex with her, turned her on.
Deviant. Maybe she was warped too, because she just couldn’t find a way to stop her body from betraying her.
And the more she let him take control, the less she wanted to fight it.
His erection pushed boldly against her hand trapped between their bodies. God, she wanted to look at him. Not some computer-generated avatar. Just him and her, with nothing between them.
There was no lingering doubt left. Jed was indeed Hades.
No one but Hades would be this audacious.
That night, when he’d came to her in the dark—he’d bitten her the same way as he was doing now, marking her neck on the same delicious erogenous spot.
He knew now, as he’d discovered then, how doing so rendered her helpless with desire.
The way her stupid body was out of control now, every single sensation was doubled.
She closed her eyes. She shuddered as she concentrated on a finger wickedly making tiny circles. That tripled the pleasure.
But she wanted him to tell her himself that he was Hades. It wouldn’t make this surrender any easier but it would ease her mind if he admitted it to her face.