She laughed at him and pushed her hips up to get him to move. But her sex brushed his arousal and he rubbed himself against her clit. She opened her mouth, savoring the delicious thrums of wicked pleasure the friction gave her, and he chuckled.
“Once you realize, that the desire swimming in your veins right now is your reaction to me, not some spell or hypnosis, you will beg me. You need someone who knows your needs, someone you feel safe to explore all your fantasies with, and one who allows you to be free to let go. You can torture your mortal, if you must, but he isn’t for you. And, if I catch you flirting with him in public, I will take drastic measures—that I will enjoy, but you will not. You may not love me, but your body wants me to fuck it. I can smell your desire every time I touch you. Does Blue Eyes get you wet and horny? You were made for me, and the sooner you realize that—the better for all our sakes.”
His sharp, sex-infused words should repulse her, but tiny sparks flared out, shocking her. She pressed her eyes shut. He couldn’t be right, but her cheeks flamed.
“Let me go—you animal. I don’t trust you, I never will, and I will never beg. You’re a liar, Roman. You’ve fed. Now leave me the hell alone.” Her voice shook.
“Little girl, I can show you what it is to be worshiped. I can do things to your sinful body you cannot begin to imagine in your wildest dreams. You will beg for me, Isabella, and I will not show any mercy when you do, so be prepared.”
She opened her mouth to respond, but in his usual irritating fashion, he vanished or shifted—whatever the hell he did—leaving her a bundle of throbbing need and fresh tears.
CHAPTER FIVE
The interview with Huron from the Assembly guards lasted less than thirty minutes, and Ella strolled into the doctor’s room in the basement of Steel’s fortress. Dr. Elizabeth Davies, Orion’s official doctor, had agreed to look after Nate this morning while Ella attended the gathering. Although she had been reluctant to leave her bundle of blond wispy hair and bright-blue eyes, she relinquished him, trusting the doctor with her baby. The circumstances behind Nate’s delivery still haunted her dreams. Her abduction. The memories of burying a baby, the loss and mourning she went through, only to discover Nate lived, but was being held at Black Hawk by the professor. A constant reminder of what she had almost lost, and the memories caused disturbed nights.
She walked into the airy room filled with light. The sun shone through the wall of glass that gave an uninterrupted view of the ocean. Ella mused how little this modern space resembled a doctor’s office. The walls were painted a light gray and the wood a stark white. A wall of rustic cream stone divided the two spacious areas. In the reception area, several leaf-green slingback chairs surrounded a square glass coffee table; further on stood a long, neat, black desk with a seat behind it as well as in front. Beyond lay a fully equipped examination room.
Ella smiled as she found Elizabeth sitting in one of the easy chairs, with Nate sucking on the nipple, draining the last of his formula. The pretty doctor raised her head and smiled back. The quiet woman, with her choppy, blonde hair, pert nose, and intelligent blue eyes behind large round glasses, appeared at ease in her makeshift role of babysitter. The doctor handed the empty bottle to Ella and rubbed her baby’s back to burp him.
“How’s my gorgeous boy been?” Ella itched to hold and smell the soft baby who held her entranced the second she laid eyes on his.
“As good as gold. He slept, for almost two hours. I’ve fed and changed him. Now, he’s all yours.” Elizabeth passed the baby over.
Ella accepted the light weight to gather him close to her chest, soaking in his calming lavender scent mixed with his unique odor that she adored and couldn’t get enough of. She stared down at the pale-blue onesie with a brown reindeer on the front with large antlers keeping him warm from the winter chill.
Elizabeth placed a white cotton blanket over Nate, and she smiled up at her. “You should put him down for a nap. You look like you could do with a sleep yourself.”
She nodded, not taking her eyes off Nate, but couldn’t stop the yawn that escaped. “I will. Thanks for this morning. Did you hear what happened?”
“It’s all everyone is talking about. I thought I would have been called to examine the deceased, but I understand from Marcus that the Assembly insisted on handling the removal of the body themselves. They will perform the autopsy. They wouldn’t even let me take a quick look.” She pushed her glasses back up the bridge of her slim nose.
“So, Marcus called you?”
The doctor tucked a small strand of hair behind her delicate ears, and smiled. “Actually, he popped in to check on Nate about an hour ago. He explained he wouldn’t get to see him until later. He dotes on him as much as you do. You’re so lucky, Ella.”
Breathing in, she examined the young woman who looked about her age, and wondered why she worked for the private security company Orion—well, besides the money. If what Steel offered her back last year was standard, it would be hard to refuse, but stuck out here, in reclusive, harsh, coastal Maine, excitement didn’t come with the job. Carrying out physicals on the agents, and providing counseling for those with post-traumatic stress disorder, wasn’t fast-paced or cutting edge. At times, she thought the
