He looked down his nose at me and then at his hands, as if I had stained them...I laughed.
His eyes narrowed, "You were not laughing a little while ago...shall I remind you of where you wanted me?" He looked down at my black skintight shorts. As if he could tell by scent that I was still having him dance around in my inappropriate thoughts.
"You fucked with my mind and I resisted you," I said allowing my lips to turn up in one corner before gently biting my lip and wincing.
Oh yeah...I'd bitten it hard. Ouch.
"Keep lipping off and I'll find a use for that tongue."
"Keep dreaming man-whore."
He made a disgruntled sound of irritation but I was too tired to care, my body felt drained. My mind kept replaying his damn lips pressed against mine and Chandra, poor Chandra had died for this guy's stupid interview.
"I don't need to dream about fucking. If I wanted you Witch, you'd be mine," he growled heatedly, his voice rough.
I glared back. Tired of everything that was going on in this place. However, I knew I wasn’t walking out those doors until I could fix this. The noise coming from the hallway drew me from my irate inner thoughts and back to Adam, who was even now coming through the door with steaming hot coffee.
I accepted it carefully, noting how my hands shook as I reached for and accepted it. After a few minutes of intense silence, Alden walked in. His eyes, sharp as a predators as he took us all in.
"Any luck yet?" His voices' sharp, angry tone made me want to slap him.
It was one of the first things we learned in training. Never argue with an elder or any Witch for that matter in front of someone from outside the Guild. I shook my head and indulged in a long drink of the rich hot nectar.
The room once again grew silent, until I set the cup aside on the floor since there wasn't a table or anything to place it on. "Let's give it another shot," I whispered, noting Alden was watching the two of us very closely.
I stood up slowly and stepped closer to the dark and seductive Fae Prince, my hands coming out from my sides to hold his. It would have been a hell of a lot easier if I didn't have to touch him to complete the transfer.
His hands were warm and soft. As if he'd never seen or endured a hard day's work ever in his life. His fingers curled around my own, sending heat raging through every part of my sex-starved tissue. I raised my eyes, meeting him head on even though I had to look up to do so. I watched his lips curve wickedly. Those eyes of his glowing bronze fire, as if he felt the same intensity I did. The spell shouldn't have been cast. If I had known I wasn't going to be killed, I wouldn't have used it. I exhaled slowly, feeling his strength combine with my own as he pulled his soul essence from my body.
It caressed me from the inside, touching, testing as it flowed through me and it reattached to him. His eyes smiled mischievously as if he was commanding it to do so. Heat flowed through me, his hands offered more support as my legs trembled once more with the need to come. He watched my face hungrily, intensely as I felt even more moisture pooling at my junction and saturating my panties. His soul was fucking me from the inside and it was intensely seductive and powerful.
The minute I felt the last of his essence leaving my body, I pulled away as if his touch was scorching my flesh. I wiped his touch off on the tank top I wore and turned to Alden on shaky legs, ignoring the husky laugh from the dark seduction behind me. "It's done."
Alden wasn't looking to me though. He was looking over my shoulder to the Prince. Whatever! I just wanted to go home and curl up in my bed and sleep for a week. Maybe indulge in a few buckets of Ben and Jerry's ice cream.
"Sit Synthia. We have business to discuss," Alden growled as if he was upset with me. Nothing new there.
I sat, not because he had told me to, but because my legs wouldn't stop shaking with need and lust. Much to my utter horror Ryder sat beside me—way too close for my state of mind. "Talk."
"The Prince has a job for you," Alden said without any emotion on his face.
"No."
"No?" Three voices said as one, Alden, Ryder and the damn Demon who had just walked back in.
"Need a dictionary to figure the word out boys?" I offered lamely.
Alden pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance, "This isn't a would you, it's a you're going to Synthia."
I smiled coldly. "Well then, why didn't you just say so to begin with Alden? And what if I flat out refuse? Besides, with my past history being what it is—you sure you want me working with them?"
"Then you will receive a mark and it won't bode well for your coven for refusing a direct order. Past history aside Synthia, this is something you will do."
I growled.
Adam who was swallowing a sip of his own coffee spit it out and cussed.
"Syn," Adam warned with stark fear in his eyes.
I swallowed past the swelling in my throat. "What's the job?"