Marked (The Recruits: Book One) (15 page)

Knowing she was filmed made it worse. She had to contort herself in order to slide the toy inside of her. First, the cock, then the ass tickler or whatever they called it. She pushed on the plastic until it finally slid inside her, the pressure nothing compared to what she was used to.
Ah, piece of cake
, she thought as she fiddled with the rabbit, laying it more or less against her clit.

She stretched out her hand between her thighs and fingered the dials, guessing one was for the rotating cock head and the other for vibrating purposes. She slid the first one up, and gasped when the cock began moving inside her. Round and round it went, the sensation building up with time. But it wasn’t enough. She needed more. She needed to come again.

She pushed it all the way up, and did the same to the second dial. All three heads began vibrating at the same time. She jerked, moving on her stomach so she could tug on the toy better. She fucked herself against the bed, moving her body up and down to get the best sensations. “Oh God!” This was so good. She looked up and caught sight of herself on the TV screen. Two seconds later, she came, screaming her head off. All this under one minute, thank you very much, dear new toy.

Chapter Twenty–Seven: Seriously?

“I can’t believe you filmed us again,” Faye said as she ran her fingers through his hair, over and over again. It was a peaceful moment, both lying on their bed, the sheet so wrinkled underneath them she knew she’d have to change it if they wanted to sleep on it later.

“It’s for posterity,” Jake mumbled, his face mashed against her breasts.

“Again?”

He shrugged, the movement making his whiskers brush her skin. She arched her back, intent on dislodging him. “Where are you going?” He looked up.

“I know.” She sighed, remembering how that had started everything. Who would have thought that their awkward conversation would have led to them being married? “I love you,” she found herself saying, her voice low.

He stilled, his hand which had been on its way to cup her left breast jerking to a stop between them. Two seconds later, he’d moved on top of her, his face hovering above hers.

“Jake?”

He didn’t say anything, simply pressed his mouth on hers. The kiss was soft, almost hesitant. When he drew back however, his eyes had darkened. “I knew you would be perfect for me.”

Faye blinked. “Really?”

He nodded. “From the moment I saw you. I felt something, deep inside me. I’d never believed in love at first sight. I mean, I’d lived for so long and had never felt it. But that day…” he paused, then plundered on, “that day, I knew.”

Tears pricked her eyes and she batted her lashes, desperate for them not to fall and interrupt the moment. “Why did you pose as a married couple then?”

He frowned. “We’d been living like that for over a month already. I had, we had, to leave the compound, you see.”

“Why’s that?” She couldn’t imagine him leaving his people easily, not without a good reason anyway.

He exhaled and moved until he was lying beside her, his eyes focused on the ceiling. “I’d nearly killed John. He was asking for it, pressuring everyone to agree to his ideas, building up their resentment until they asked for a vote. They said I shouldn’t be First Man, that everyone should have a go at it.”

“And…you fought?” she guessed.

“Yes. I had to prove to him and to them all, you see.” His face turned, his eyes focusing on her. He was daring her to contradict him, she could see that quite clearly.

“I understand,” she replied, after a tense minute. And she did. He’d been born to this, being First Man had been his destiny. He’d grown up, knowing he would inherit his father’s position. And then, suddenly someone was there, wanting to change everything and overturn his world. “What happened?”

“We fought, and I... Chris had to restrain me, but they wouldn’t let me kill him. He’s awaiting trial as we speak. He’s probably going to end up living here forever, waiting for the right moment to take my people away from me.”

She turned to her side and laid a hand on his shoulder. “They’re your people, Jake. They’re not his to take. They wouldn’t let that happen.”

“They would,” he contradicted her, his voice soft and yet hard. “They’re ready for a change. They don’t understand why we have to live cooped up in here. They don’t understand why we can’t go out in the world, like normal mortals.”

“Psi powers,” Faye repeated, feeling bewildered and just a little bit upset. How many more surprises did he have in stock? “What’s yours?”

“Are you sure you want to know?” She nodded. “No, baby, I want you to be sure. Promise me this won’t change anything between us.”

She opened her mouth then snapped it shut. “Is it that bad?” she finally said.

“No.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, dragging her closer to his side. “It’s not bad. It’s just that I don’t want you to feel that I’ve been using it on you. I have, but only at the beginning.”

“What?” She tried to move but he was holding her in place. “What do you mean?”

“Do you remember when you freaked out after I Marked you?”

She forced her brain to recall that day, grimacing inwardly.
Did she have to?
But she finally nodded. “I guess so.”

“I made you sleep. I didn’t know what else to do.”

“You made me sleep? What does that mean? You knocked me out?”

“No!” His eyes flashed. “I just
told
you to sleep.”

“Hell.” She blinked, completely taken aback by this new revelation. “How can I be sure you’ve never used it on me more than once?” Was that why she behaved like this with him? Was that why she was suddenly so more carefree in the bedroom, letting him do whatever he wanted with her body? Was that it?

Her heartbeat started speeding up, but she only realized she was hyperventilating when he pushed her to a sitting position and told her to breathe. Slowly. “Come on, baby, breathe. Do it for me. Breathe, Faye, please. I promise you I haven’t used my powers on you since. But you’d scared me so much that day… I’d wanted you for so long, and that night with you had been magical, and I wanted you to stay with me. To accept me.”

He sighed, but did it anyway. Three times. Four times. He told her to go to sleep. Told her to stand up. Told her to leave the room and go down to the kitchen. But it never worked.

She finally looked up at him, remembering his earlier speech. His face had reddened, his hands had tightened around hers, almost hurting her. He’d been agitated, something that wasn’t a normal occurrence for him. He’d been telling the truth. She wasn’t entirely sure how she knew, but she did. Maybe because she was his Mate, as he’d said. Maybe because she loved him, plain and simple. But when he finally stopped talking, she leaned up and brushed his lips with hers. “I believe you,” she whispered.

He groaned and took her mouth into a deep and incredibly thorough kiss.

They didn’t surface from their house for another twenty–four hours.

Chapter Twenty–Eight: Logistics Are My Thing

It had been her idea. She’d mulled over what he’d told him during their weekend together, and had realized he needed her. He was always so strong, so together, it’d taken her a little while to notice it. But Jake, the Master who knew how to dominate her so perfectly in the bedroom, needed her. As a woman, of course, but also as his Mate. He needed to prove to his people that he was still their First Man, that he was their ruler and a damn good one at that. He needed…a grand gesture.

“Are you sure about this?” Sofia was back, and somewhat more subdued.

Faye looked at her friend and nodded. “I’m sure.” She’d tried asking the older woman what had happened during her vacation, but she’d changed the topic of conversation, and she wasn’t any wiser. Making a mental note to ask Jake about it later, Faye grabbed the notepad in front of her, and clicked her pen. “Okay then, let’s do a list.”

“Oh, goodie.”

Smirking at her friend’s response, Faye began itemizing what they would need.

* * * *

She’d been a PA in her former life and it showed. Two days later, she had a venue, the food and drinks had been ordered, and waitresses booked for the occasion. She’d designed invites and had them printed. Sofia had been put in charge of personally handing them out. Now, all she had to do was tell her husband.

She blinked, and stood up abruptly, sending her chair flying backwards. “Sure, sure! Come on in. Uhm, would you like something to drink? Eat? Anything?”

She nodded. “I love him,” she told him, then swore when she realized he’d barely arrived and here she was with the grand announcements… Argh!

“I know. I chose him for you, remember?”

“Yes. True. Very true.” She licked her lips, and tried to find something else to say. Party. Ah yes! “I need your advice on something, if you wouldn’t mind.”

He smiled, a sad little smile that went right through her. “You can ask me anything, honey. I’m still your friend. I hope so anyway.”

Oh. “Of course!” Before she could stop herself, she took two steps forward and wrapped her arms around his waist. He hugged her close, his body feeling so…normal against hers. She drew back and trying to ignore the tense atmosphere, sat back down in her chair. “I’m planning a party for everyone in the compound. Some kind of thank you for their welcome, and I thought it would be a good thing to reestablish Jake’s presence and status. What do you think?”

Good old Chris. She knew she could count on him! “Can you take care of security? I’m inviting John,” she held up her hand, “I know. I know. But I think it would project the right message. Jake is their First Man, and he’s not afraid, that type of thing.”

Chris sat down in the chair opposite her, and seemed to mull this over. “I see. I actually think you’re right. If it works, it’ll be good for the whole community.”

He smirked. “I don’t think so, baby.” Standing up, he leaned over the desk and dropped a quick kiss on her forehead. “Take care, sweetheart. I’ll be in touch.”

Faye watched him stride out of the room, before groaning out loud. Guess she’d have to tackle her husband by herself!

* * * *

The third time someone mentioned a party to him, Jake knew his Mate had purposefully forgotten to tell him something. He called Sofia, and she was only too happy to get back into his good graces, telling him in detail what Faye had planned. It took him a little while, but he finally saw it for what it was. She was doing this for him. A violent burst of emotion threatened to choke him. She was amazing.

He went through the logistics with his First Woman, making sure everything had been covered. And it had. He didn’t want it to explode in his face however, realizing this was a once in a lifetime opportunity to regain control over his people. He wanted to make his parents and his family proud. He was the new ruler, and it wouldn’t change. Not now, not until his unborn son was old enough. This was what Fate had brought him here for.