“What in the hell did you do to her?” Tarq barked at Quin. He’d waited until Lily had enough time to be out of earshot.
“What do you mean?”
“You know exactly what I mean. She was nothing but polite and professional. She didn’t react to me. Not once did she flirt back. And I was bringing my A game.”
Quin leaned back in his chair, thinking. Tarq was acting awfully interested in Lily, for only having known her a couple of hours.
“What does it matter?”
“It matters because I want to know what you said to make her that way.”
“Maybe she’s just not into you.”
“Bullshit.”
Quin rolled his eyes. “I didn’t say anything or instruct her to act in any specific manner towards you. I know you won’t listen, but I recommend you back off. Let this one go, Tarq.”
He should. But he couldn’t. He needed to get away from the office and let off some steam. The damned architect had done a number on him.
“You should ask Angelique about this, Q. See if she knows anything. There’s no way Lily is just a human.”
Angelique was the one who had recommended the firm. She knew Lily socially and might know something of her parentage. He needed to figure her out.
If he didn’t strip her bare soon he’d die from want. Gods, he should have his head examined. He shouldn’t care anything about her. But he did. He cared too much.
He’d find a worthy substitute. Or three. He texted his driver.
“I’m out of here. I’ll see you on Monday.”
With that, Tarq left the building. He didn’t even give his driver time to get out and open the door for him.
“I’m in a hurry, David.”
“Where to, Sir?”
“Club Shadow.”
The club was just outside the city. A sprawling manor catering to the wealthy. It was a social club, on the surface. Really, it was a high-end sex club. Immortals, who loved and fed off sex, were drawn to it.
The club was more than happy to help any fantasy come true—for a price.
It was one of Shadow, Inc.’s more lucrative businesses. Sex was always profitable. It was also illegal, so they were very careful with whom they let join.
All of the employees were immortal, and most were of a breed who thrived on heavy doses of sex. Some, such as succubi, needed it to live.
Club Shadow provided a mutually beneficial relationship for immortals not interested in relationships. There were a few human members, but they were closely monitored and, occasionally, had to have memories altered.
Tarq texted Amelia to have his room ready. She was a siren, and men, especially human men, flocked to her. She had to reign in her melodic tones constantly.
Her powers were almost identical to his. The exception was the siren’s call could be permanent.
When a Marcellus used persuasion, it did its job and then faded. The wiping of a memory was permanent, but the trance went away, and the subject could go about his or her life, wouldn’t need someone to tell him or her every little thing to do.
With Amelia, she could hypnotize a person and leave them in their dream-like state forever if she so wished. They were the only immortals allowed to go completely against the whole free-will thing. Something about being enslaved millennia ago and being owed recompense for unspeakable crimes.
It was all very sordid, and no one spoke of it. Whatever happened had reduced their numbers to near-extinction.
The Originals, in their totally misguided and inappropriate effort to help the sirens up their numbers, pronounced the sirens could unduly wield their powers.
The rationale had been two-fold. First, the sirens demanded it and the Originals owed them. Big time. Second, the Originals hoped the sirens would use their power to convince males to impregnate them.
It was messed up. It wasn’t like anyone would turn down a free fuck from such beautiful women.
The ruling had never been lifted. Probably because their numbers were still so low. But he’d never heard of any siren using her power to get a male to dip his wick.
It was more like they wanted the option to enthrall anyone they chose as a defense strategy. If he’d been enslaved and set free, he’d want some insurance, too.
The car pulled in front of the manor and, too impatient to wait for his driver, Tarq jumped out. He strode with purpose up the stairs and through the front doors. His shaft was still painfully hard. He might need to stay here the entire weekend.
“Hello, handsome,” Amelia greeted him in the foyer.
“Amelia. Forgive me, but I’m in a hurry.”
Amelia looked at the bulge in his pants and smiled. “I’d say so. Tough day at the office?”
“You have no idea.”
“Everything you requested is ready. Call if you need anything else. Or if you need any … help.”
He was already climbing the grand stair case when Amelia’s words gave him pause. She had never offered before. She never serviced the male members of the club, but she did partake in pleasures with the females.
Picturing it made his cock twitch.
“Give me an hour, then come up.”
“Gladly,” she replied.
If he didn’t take care of himself now, his dick was going to explode. And not in a good way.
Tarq jogged up the stairs, undoing his belt and pants as he moved. He was like a damned teenager knowing he was about to get his nut off for the first time.
He opened the door to his personal suite, not even bothering to close it. The brunette was secured in the swing as he’d requested. A small vibrator was attached to her clit, held by a thin belt. She was glistening for him.
Her brown eyes locked with his, pleading. She knew better than to speak without permission. And he knew exactly what that ready pussy needed. But he didn’t want to look at her, not when he wanted green eyes staring back at him.
Tarq grabbed the harness and flipped her over. He palmed his throbbing flesh, lowering it towards the opening of her weeping hole. His patience shot, he plunged inside her pussy and she pulsed around him.
He sometimes didn’t bother with a condom when at the club, but he never came inside anyone while bare.
It helped that immortals couldn’t get or spread diseases and the female employees were all on special birth control. It was a welcome convenience.
He grabbed her hips and moved her back and forth on his cock, hard and fast. Neither of them would last long, which was fine. One fuck wasn’t going to be enough, anyway.
“Come,” he commanded.
She came almost silently, air stuck in her throat, struggling to get out. He was fond of the sound. It meant he was doing his job and she was getting off.
He pulled out, grabbed his length and spewed all over her ass. Perfect. He hadn’t even planned it, but it was the ideal lubrication for what he intended to do next.