Thiswas why Abbott wanted me to experience sex with others. As usual, he was right.
Candy got in the shower when we finished. I put the tip in the envelope on the side table and left. My intention had been to return to my car, but I scented Spence, which made the wolf listen for him. He’d moved down in my psyche while I was with Candy, but he rose to help me figure out where Spence was.
It turns out, he was in the lobby, talking to Bobcat. I followed his scent and his voice.
“Ah, there you are.” Spence turned to Bobcat. “Thanks for helping me get things set up. We’ll take our leave now.”
“Anytime. We aim to please.”
Both men chuckled, and I stepped outside with Spence.
“There’s a steakhouse not far from here,” he said. “Want to follow me?”
Chapter Sixteen
Gwen
Once again, I awakened alone. I didn’t sense Ajax near, and I frowned. I made a wider circle with my senses, and realized I had a few extra security personnel, which meant Ajax wasn’t home.
Home? Yes.Home. This was Ajax’s home now, too.
But he wasn’t here. I reached for my phone and saw a text from him.I should be home by six. I’m with Spence. I look forward to spending the evening with you.
I didn’t expect to be upset, but I was. He didn’thaveto be here when I rose. He’s his own person, and we didn’t have specific plans. We had extra security, so I was safe. And yet, I was displeased. I changed into shorts and a dressy blouse, and made my way to our underground office. My hair and makeup were still fine, so I’d look presentable in case I needed to video chat with someone. They’d never know I had shorts on, they’d just see my head and the blouse.
I lost track of time while I worked, but I knew when Ajax pulled onto our road. I kept working, but I monitored him as he parked the car in the garage, checked in with the security team, and finally made his way to me.
His scent caught me off guard when he came down the hallway.
He’d fucked a human.
My first instinct was to rip his throat out, but I calmed my inner Vampiress. Abbott had ordered him to have sex with others. By the time he stepped to the office doorway, I’d regained my composure. Or, I thought I had. His expression told me perhaps I hadn’t.
And then I saw him breathe in, and I realized my anger was probably still on the air.
“I’m okay. Just a few seconds of rage until I remembered Abbott’s orders. We’re good.”
“I understand his orders now. I’ve only been with a few women, and they were all vampires. A human woman is...different. Warm. Also, there are positions I didn’t know about. And...” He shrugged. “I’m sorry. I’m not helping. You’re feeling territorial. I’ll shower.”
He left before I could say anything, but he was exactly right. I was feeling horribly territorial. He wasmine. Well, mine and Kieran’s. Ours.
And if I’m honest, the bit about a human being warm kind of stung. Vampires are cold. We only have the heat we steal, and even then we’re never actually warm. A hot bath can help, but it isn’t the same. Our skin is warm after a bath, but it’s impossible to heat our core.
He’d been a slave, but he wasn’t very experienced sexually. Not really. He’d been a guard, and only used for sex when his master’s guests requested him,andthey were important enough to make his master choose to replace his personal bodyguard with someone else so his guard could be a plaything for his guests. I assumed that didn’t happen often. I knew he’d been raped six to eight times a year by men while he was still a child, but his experience with women wouldn’t have kicked in until his slave training after he’d hit puberty. As a young child, they fucked his ass infrequently enough the child saw it as rape, and didn’t learn how to disassociate while it happened. They couldblock previous experiences from the child’s memories, so it was like the first time, every time. A child you could sell as an anal virgin every six to eight weeks. Perhaps a little longer if the child’s asshole needed longer to heal after it was ripped open from the violence of the act.
Was it fair for us to take him in and keep him from experiencing sex with his kind?No. And that was exactly why Abbott was insisting he branch out.
I’m sorry,I telepathed.I’m happy you had a good experience. I was caught off guard.
I apologize. Spence set it up this morning. I suppose I could’ve texted you, but he didn’t want to talk to me about it with him on an open line, so I thought it best not to send a message.
You have no reason to apologize. We all heard Abbott’s orders, but even if he hadn’t issued them, you’d have been in your right to have sex with someone else. We have no agreement saying you can’t.I ran through what he’d said again, and asked,Spence set it up?
Yes. I pointed out that I’d been unable to follow Abbott’s directive, so he set up a session with a prostitute. The name of the place was the Rolling Thunder Motor Hotel, so I assume the bikers own the place. The human he arranged for was sweet. It was awkward at first, but she helped make it feel normal. Or, mostly normal.
Do you want to see her again?
Spence and I talked afterwards, and he thinks I need a session with someone I can get rough with. He’s going to make arrangements for me to see someone else next week.
