Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter 15

Mistress

When she walked out the door, I knew I had her. She was way out of her comfort zone but still following my instructions. I loved how well this was working out.

I realized that I was supposed to be at work in five minutes, and although I really could show up anytime I wanted to, I didn't want to arrive after her. Part of the fun would be watching her walk in late and knowing why. I needed her to think I'd been there the entire time.

"Shane," I said into my cell phone as I ran in the shadows of alleys, "I'm going to be a few minutes late today."

"Playing with your toy?" he joked.

"Shut the fuck up and just cover for me. I'll be there in ten minutes."

I ran as far as I could, but had to walk at a human pace for the last three blocks. When I got to the conference room, Shane was there with Candy, who was shamelessly flirting with him.

"I can tell you work out a lot. Your shoulders are so broad and your arms are so muscular," she simpered, running her fingers down his biceps. "Oh and look at your hands," she practically moaned.

I glanced at Shane, and he just shrugged.

Finally, Candy broke free of her flirting long enough to notice I was in the room. "Oh hi, Lauren," she said in her annoying voice. When this project was done, I would have to make sure Camila didn't have to work with her again. "Sarah told me that Mila is going to be late—car trouble or something. Can I, um, get you coffee?" she asked, twirling her hair around her finger like some sort of twelve-year-old.

"Yeah, that would be great," I said, hoping to get rid of her.

The moment she left the room, Shane turned on me. "Were you with her?

Please tell me you didn't kill her or something."

"I wasn't with her, but I was talking to her. And no, I didn't kill her." "What the fuck were you doing with her then? What were you talking about?"

Candy returned, ending our conversation. Moments later, Camila entered the room.

"Sorry I'm late," she said, a bit out of breath and looking slightly disheveled. Of course, she still looked gorgeous. She had the afterglow of a woman who had been thoroughly fucked.

Her words bounced around in my head, but I was completely distracted by the smell of her arousal, which had permeated the room even before she was fully through the door. I saw Shane's nostrils flare, and I knew he smelled it too. Letting out a soft growl that only he could hear, I reminded him that she was mine. It was primitive, but I didn't care. I was protecting mine, and for the first of what would be many lessons learned, I realized that sending butterfly to work smelling of arousal wasn't a great idea.

"Mila, you look..." Candy started. "Hot," Shane finished.

Her cheeks flushed pink, and Candy glared at her.

"He means you look flushed and warm, like you rushed to get here," I tried to recover. While I wanted my butterfly to be reminded of her Mistress all day long, I didn't want her uncomfortable or embarrassed, and I sure as hell didn't want my brother-in-law lusting after her.

I was having problems of my own. Her scent was more than I'd anticipated, and I was finding it hard to control myself. I'd stopped breathing, of course, but I wasn't in control and the toxin dripped from my retractable fangs and pooled in my mouth. I had to swallow repeatedly. My cock was straining in my pants as if I were a fifteen-year-old virgin who had seen the first beautiful woman of his life. I wanted to claim her as mine right there, and I might have if I hadn't heard Shane swallowing his toxin too. The only thing stronger than the urge to fuck her was the urge to protect what was mine, and oh, she was mine.

I had to get control of the situation.

"Ladies, will you please go and make copies of these sketches so that we can discuss them?" It didn't really need to be done, but it was all I could think of to get them—her—out of the room so I could regroup.

Nermac were driven to fulfill our primal urges. The desire for food was primary, but our compulsion to mate came in a close second. Although I'd smelled women's arousal many times before, it had never had the effect my butterfly's was having on me in that moment.

After watching them walk out the door, Shane turned to me, his eyes wide, nostrils flaring. "How the hell are you not fucking the shit out of her right now? I mean, the only thing stopping me is that I'm pretty sure you'd kill me if I went near her. That, and there is also a raven-haired beauty at home that would kill me if you didn't. But man, how the hell are you stopping yourself?"

"I have more control than you, I guess," I said with a hell of a lot more conviction than I felt.

"Man, her arousal smells so fucking good. How have you not injected her already so you could fuck her body for days? I know I would."

I lost what little control I had, as I imagined him on top of her paralyzed, lifeless body. With a growl, I lunged, knocking him to the ground.

"The fuck?" he said, allowing me to pin him. "Mine," I growled.

"Jesus, man," he said, getting up from under me and brushing himself off. "Where the hell is that self-control? I would never hurt her. I mean, I don't want to hurt any human, but especially not her—not after what Mike said."

I wanted to ask him what he was talking about, but I didn't have time to question him further because Camila and Candy walked back into the room. Camila smelled less of sex and more of soap. She evidently had gone to the ladies room, and while I was grateful for the lessened odor and the distraction of the soap, a bit of me was hurt that she washed away the reminder of our morning fun.