Administrative Control (Immortal Ops) (7 page)

Jinx wrapped her legs around him, thankful she was in a skirt as he carried her towards the back of the club, stepping over bodies as if they weren’t even there. She’d worry about the clean up later. At the moment her man needed her and she needed to be sure he knew he was loved.

He walked down the hall as if he knew every inch of the establishment. Knowing him, he probably did. He kicked open the door to one of her personal rooms and then turned, pushing it shut behind them. She’d not used the room for sex in decades. Mostly, she used it to get away from the hustle and bustle of running the club. If felt right having Asher there with her, as if she’d been waiting for him to be the man with her all along.

He stared down at her, need pouring off him. Jinx kissed him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. He broke the kiss and set her down, stepping back from her fast.

“Asher?”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered, his entire body stiff as if moving might set him off. “I’m a monster.”

She caressed his arm, easing closer to him. “You are not a monster. Your father was. You’re not him. Kiss me.”

“I can’t,” he said, his teeth clenched tight. “Your scent is messing with my head right now.”

She eased her hands over him more. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

That was all she needed to hear. She boldly slid her hand over his bulging erection and cupped it. He gasped, as did she. He was huge. She caressed his cock through the front of his dress pants. “Trust me, Asher.”

He yanked her to him, his mouth crashing onto hers. Jinx ate at Asher’s mouth. The man tasted like sin and her succubus side devoured it. She’d never felt so rejuvenated so quickly before and with only a kiss—no sex.

Yet.

She grinned against his lips, wanting more than he was currently offering. She’d waited far too long for him to get around to this point. She’d wanted him from the moment she’d first laid eyes upon him, and if she left it up to him, she’d be wanting him for centuries more.

No way. No how.

It was high time she took the bull by the horns and the man by the cock. She cupped his groin through his pants, caressing his long, thick, hard shaft. He was certainly impressive and soon enough she’d have him in her.

Her inner thighs grew damp and she knew the moment Asher smelled her cream. His nostrils flared and he growled again, showing off the shifter side of himself. A side she knew he went out of his way to keep buried deep.

He tightened his hold on the sides of her face and took the lead on the kiss. It was aggressive and exactly what she needed. She craved a man who would take the initiative and control all aspects of the pleasure. It was the only way she’d ever fully sate her succubus side. Sure, she kept it content, but it was never truly fulfilled. It never would be unless a true alpha controlled her sexually.

She moaned and attempted to grab the button on his pants front. He caught her wrist with one hand and shook his head, still kissing her.

He released her wrist and his hand went to the top of her blouse, artfully undoing her buttons, one by one, painfully slow, torturing her sweetly. His fingers skated over the tops of her breasts and Jinx nearly melted before him. He kept kissing her, his other arm moving behind her, holding her to him.

Good thing or she’d have surely gone down. Her legs felt like jelly and she was only making out with a guy. Other succubi would hear about this and they’d never believed she’d caved so quickly. Her stamina was legendary.

Asher lowered his head, his mouth finding her nipples. He sucked on one and she pulled on his shoulders, wanting more. He lifted her again and this time walked her to the bed in the room. He laid her out on it and then stood, looking down at her.

“You are beautiful,” he said.

Jinx finished undoing her shirt and let it fall open. She put out her arms to him. “Asher.”

He descended upon her, burying his face in her breasts, kissing them and squeezing them. His mouth found her berrylike buds once again and she arched her back to him. He eased his hand down and began drawing her skirt up more and more. His hand found her hip and he held it as he toyed with her breasts, teasing her.
 

She released more of her succubus power and Asher growled, his eyes changing color as his hand eased between her legs. He smiled and she knew he was pleased to find her without panties. His fingers parted her wet folds and she opened her legs wider for him. The minute he eased a finger into her, Jinx moaned as pleasure washed over her.

She reached for his pants, undoing them more, wanting his cock freed. She was good at undressing men and Asher was no exception. She cupped his exposed cock and stroked it, their mouths finding one another’s. He eased against her, his cockhead pushing at her hot entrance.

She guided him into her slowly. He wasn’t a small man and even a woman like Jinx who pleasured men in order to survive found him hard to take all the way at once. His kisses continued and her body relaxed, allowing him full entrance. He went balls deep and held firm there, giving her time to adjust to him.

She rocked up and against him, his body easing in and out of hers. Jinx’s succubus side felt fulfilled for the first time in her long life. She held Asher’s shoulders and then began to pull at his shirt, wanting it off him. She managed to get it pushed up enough to run her hands over his muscular torso. That worked for her.

She could hardly believe this was all happening. He stared down at her and remained in place. “I love you, Jeneathea.”

*

Asher had not known paradise such as this in his lifetime. He couldn’t remember the last woman he’d bedded, but he did know she wasn’t anything like Jinx. He’d only just entered her and already he wanted to spill his seed, bathe her womb with it and make her claim him in return.

Her pale flesh held no sign of having been marked by him but other supernaturals would sense his claim upon her. They’d know she had a man.

“Mine,” he growled out, his cock being held tight in her body, his balls painfully hard and wanting to come. “Jinx, say it.”

She ran her hands down his sides and cupped his ass cheeks as she lifted her legs higher, locking her ankles behind him, making him go deeper inside her.

He nearly exploded.
 

He felt the hair on his arms sprouting and knew his torso was now covered in hair as well, his shift starting even though he tried with all his might to keep it at bay.
 

“I’m yours, Asher,” she said, tugging on him, bringing his mouth to hers, helping to chase away his beast and sate it to its darkened corner, at least for today.

Her magik slammed into his and he felt it then—the tiny threads binding between them, signifying their commitment to one another and that they had a bond that would never be broken. Losing control of himself, Asher grunted as his ball sac drew up and seed erupted from his cock.

He held himself in his mate, allowing his first release in centuries to take as long as it wanted to take. Jinx smiled against his neck and he stared down at her, realizing that she was now fully his wife.

“I love you.”
 

She grinned up at him. “Took you long enough to admit it.”
 

Asher kissed her forehead. “To you. But I admitted it to myself within an hour of first meeting you.”

Jinx pushed on his chest and he eased off her, his cock drawing from her tight body. She shoved him onto his back and unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way and then slinked up and over him, drawing off his pants fully as well.

 
Her gaze raked over his naked form and she crawled off him long enough to remove the rest of her clothing as well. She kissed his upper thigh as she moved up and over him with a slow, seductive crawl. The temptress showered additional kisses over his legs before coming to his cock and drawing it into her mouth. It hardened at once at the feel of her expert mouth.

Asher reached for her but she shook her head, her mouth full of him as she moved her head up and down, her hands coming to his shaft. As a shifter male he required very little in the way of downtime between sexual escapades, and he’d never been more thankful to see that hadn’t changed.

Dammit.

His woman had a gifted mouth. In no time flat he was moaning and grabbing at the bed sheets. He was on the verge of exploding when she pulled her mouth free from his cock and slid her body over him—taking him deep into her once more.

Jinx swiveled her hips on him, pulling more and more pleasure from him. He could feel her feeding from their mating energy. A rosy glow set in her cheeks and she looked even more beautiful than she had. Thrusting up, he rammed himself deeper into her. Her mouth formed an O, her pussy fluttering on his cock.

He knew she was coming just from the feel of her wrapped around him. When her eyes shifted colors to a vibrant green he knew then that her succubus side was out fully and filling itself to the brink.

Good.

Asher arched and pumped harder as Jinx rode him. She clawed at his chest, exciting his shifter side, and he roared, his mouth changing shapes, his teeth lengthening as he pushed up and stilled, coming once again.

Jinx tossed her head back and cried out, her nails digging even deeper into his flesh. “Yes!”

He grabbed her and pulled her down onto him, holding her, their bodies still joined. Her red hair fanned out all around them and he smiled, loving having her in his arms. “Tell me you’re happy about us.”

“Asher, I have been in love with you since I was barely legal. It’s safe to say I’m the happiest woman on earth right now.” She kissed his chest. “But I’m guessing you’re going to make me leave here and go home with you.”
 

He nodded. “You guessed right.”
 

She opened her mouth to protest and Asher put his finger to her lips. “Jinx, Helmuth is teamed up with something ugly. I will have men assigned here to watch over the club and I’ll have the cleanup teams here within the hour, but you aren’t staying. Period. I want my wife with me. We’ve spent enough time apart.”

She smiled. “Okay. For now.”

Chapter Eight

One Week Later…

Immortal Ops Headquarters, Virginia

Asher leaned against the conference room wall, watching as his men argued amongst themselves like children. The rest of the team had flown in as quickly as they could get the private jet off the ground. He had to admit he enjoyed their banter. It meant they were a true team. A group of men who trusted one another with their lives.

This new information would change things. It would make them question the authority before them. Make them wonder if they could trust anyone—including him.

“Don’t make me tell your wife,” teased Wilson Rousseau as he waggled his brows. The wererat DNA in him had been an initial concern to Asher when he’d been brought into the fold with the organization. Fringe shifters—ones who were comprised of species one would not normally find naturally in the paranormal community—tended to be volatile.

Wilson had a good head on his shoulders and had the most control over his shifter side. The man had proved himself a vital member of the team more than once. He also seemed to be the biggest instigator among the men. Currently, he was goading Roi into a fight or something close to one.

Roi was almost too easy to bait. Hot-tempered and nearly as alpha as they came, he tended to punch first and question later. He was a good operative so he got away with more than most. All the Immortal Ops team did.

Roi lifted one of the conference room’s oversized leather chairs and made a move to go at Wilson. The entire ordeal was too comical to break up and Asher knew the men needed to blow off some steam. This was better than the time the team had decided to destress by rigging an old bus with explosives and driving it into a hostile’s hiding hole.

The paperwork on that one had been a nightmare. Not to mention Asher had to spend an entire weekend sitting before a bunch of humans who had been brought into the fold on the existence of supernaturals, and who all thought they knew best how to try to control the men.

Of course, the humans had no idea who sat among them. They thought Asher one of them—a mortal.

They’d thought wrong and his men would tell them no different. The I-Ops could be trusted with his secret.

Roi chased Wilson around the conference room table several times, with the chair still above his head, when Lukian entered the room, colliding with Roi. There was growling and then Roi was flat on his ass, the chair to his side, his blue eyes wide.

Lukian glared down at a man Asher knew Lukian thought of as a brother. There might be some roughhousing but, in the end, Lukian wouldn’t kill Roi. He’d just rough him up a bit. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Trying to kill Wilson,” said Asher, still leaning against the wall, but now crossing one ankle over the other. He picked at one of his well-manicured fingernails, amusement barely hiding under his even façade.

Lukian groaned, his shoulders slumping. “Again?”

Wilson laughed and sat in his seat, folding his hands and placing them on the conference table as if he were a total angel.

No one was buying it.

Wilson had a longstanding history of instigating.

“Where is Green?” asked Lukian.

Asher adjusted his tie and took his seat at the head of the table. “Green is working on something in the labs for me.”

Roi stood and righted the chair before sitting in it. He flipped his shoulder-length black hair back and glared at Wilson before schooling his expression and looking at Asher. “Sir, tell me he isn’t looking for what would cause a DNA pet project to do what we saw done on that pier? Because I don’t think I want to know any of us are capable of that.”

“I am,” said Asher.

Roi looked him over slowly. Asher had explained to his men what he was and he’d even confessed the truth of whose son he was. “But you didn’t do that. You didn’t do anything close to that, sir.”

“And you’ll understand if I don’t tap into my powers for fear I will one day become that.”