Pavel had been present for all the testing that was done upon her and the other children involved in the program. He’d been there when the scientists altered Olga’s DNA to the point that she too had orange, glowing eyes when her emotions were high. Though she was capable of far more than that.
She’d been born with the gift of influencing others. Able to push her will onto them. Make them do as she pleased. Make them see and hear what she wanted them to. She wasn’t the only one of the children with the gift. Her biological sister possessed it as well—but was even more powerful than Olga.
Which was precisely why he’d fled Liberty’s home when the blonde had woken.
He wasn’t a fool.
The blonde, who was named after some flower, was deadly. Of course, he’d never divulged the truth to Olga, that she had a sister. She was simply too volatile to trust with the knowledge. Besides, Olga had a deep-seated hate for her sister as it was—even without knowing the truth of who the woman was to her.
Pavel had noticed the hatred the second he’d met her when she was little. She loathed her sister and any other girl who had been close to her sister. That anger had only grown as she did.
Fortunately, most of the children Olga had been raised with were immune to what she could do. Some partially, some fully. It was as if Mother Nature put a failsafe in the others, making sure her gift couldn’t be weaponized against them.
Pavel had conducted his fair share of tests upon some of the children. Back then, he’d not realized who or what Olga was to him. That she was his mate. That was something he learned later when they’d crossed paths once more.
When he’d seen Olga again, nearly fifteen years after the experiments, everything on him had come to life. It didn’t matter how broken his body was or how much damage he’d done performing tests upon himself and exposing himself to lethal levels of radiation. His body had recognized its mate and sparks had flown instantly between them.
She was perfect in every way.
Especially considering the fact she’d been willing to join him on his quest for revenge. In fact, she’d thought up most of the plan.
Reaching up, he cupped her breast through her shirt with his free hand while he continued to finger her with his other. “I missed you. I don’t like that you’ve been gone so long.”
She purred slightly, skimming her lips over his. “I’m here now, baby. And it’s all lining up perfectly.”
“You’re diabolical,” he said, squeezing her breast as he rammed a finger into her.
She bit at his lower lip. “Mmm, thank you.”
He yanked her onto his lap, forcing her to straddle his waist.
She chuckled and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Are you excited?”
“Yes.” He extended a claw from his forefinger and made a move to cut the buttons from her shirt.
She shook her head and undid them herself in a quick manner.
Hunger burned in him as she freed her breasts. He moaned.
She laughed again and glanced at the door. “Someone could walk in.”
“Let them,” he said.
“Won’t they frown on a professor getting laid in his classroom?” she asked.
He didn’t care. His entire reason for being at the university had been because The Corporation had ordered it. But they’d gotten nearly everything they needed by way of information and scientists versed in their area of interest. Soon enough, they’d have three more of their test subjects back in their grasp to do with as they may. And Pavel would have his revenge. “I don’t care. Take off your clothes.”
She kissed him and bit his lip hard enough to draw blood.
He growled, his bear pushing upward, wanting out. His mate was something indeed. She was fierce and craved violence as much as, if not more than, he did. He’d seen her torture others for the sheer fun of it. She also got off on it all.
He had to admit, seeing her do her thing was a major turn-on for him. “Are you excited this is nearly over?”
She nodded. “I am. The bitches deserve whatever they get.”
“I’m sensing the love, really, I am,” he teased. “You grew up with them. They should feel like family to you.”
“I wasn’t close to them. They didn’t let me in their little circle,” she said, grinding on his lap as she pushed her bare breasts into his face. “They’ll regret that soon enough.”
“I love you,” he said, growling.
She smiled and licked her lips. “I know.”
Chapter Fourteen
Liberty rifled through her bag for her keys as she stood outside Dr. Pasternak’s classroom. She was already flustered from having to walk to campus since Isobel still hadn’t gotten home from running Daisy to the airport and stopping at the store. Leaving the keys to the classroom at home would be the topper on an already crazy day.
She took a calming breath. “I brought them. I had to lock the house with them.”
She continued to rummage around in her bag for her keys. In her other arm she held all the printed papers she’d graded as well as a summary of each. All she’d wanted to write was “boring” on each, but she’d behaved herself and done her job. A few of the papers came just shy of all but agreeing with her—the topic was boring.
The assignment felt a lot like Dr. Pasternak had given it already knowing as much—like the man got off on making others miserable. She hadn’t been his teaching assistant long, but it was enough time to know there was certainly something off about him. Not that she’d admit as much to Daisy or Isobel. They worried enough as it was.
Over the past two weeks she’d grown accustomed to the schedule of the classes in the surrounding rooms. If she was
