Marked (The Recruits: Book One) by Emma Hillman Page B

the present by Faye’s moans. She was rocking her ass back and forth, fucking herself on his fingers, the ones he hadn’t realized he’d moved. He hooked them against her inner wall, finding that elusive spot that usually made her scream in no time flat. True to herself, she began panting, her breasts swaying underneath her. He couldn’t resist such a sight. He replaced his fingers with his cock, and took her to heaven and back, his groans ringing loudly in the darkened garden.

 
    Chapter Twenty: When Boredom Strikes
     
    Faye knew she had a problem when she found herself watching Sofia and considering asking her to join her. It wasn’t that she didn’t like when the other woman took part in their bedroom activities, especially as she always offered but never asked for anything back. She’d never thought she’d make love with another woman, but having her friend’s tongue on her pussy or breasts when Jake fucked her was just too amazing to say no to.
    But here she was, so bored she was actually wondering what it would feel if she touched Sofia instead. How would it feel to caress her small breasts? To lick a pussy? Would she even like it?
    Her wandering thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. She rose and waited patiently for another Immortal to show up in their den, knowing the conversation would bore her to tears. The person that came through the door was the prerequisite blonde with tanned skin, except for the fact he was male.
    And male he sure was. Wow , Faye thought to herself. He looked like a giant Adonis! “Uhm, hi?”
    He strode towards her with a wide smile, his joyful expression slipping a bit when his gaze fell on Jake’s Mark on her neck. “Good afternoon, my lady. My name is John and I am here to welcome you to our little town. It is a great pleasure to meet you.” He clasped her right hand in both of his and held her captive.
    She blinked, taken aback by the intensity in his clear blue eyes. “That’s, uhm, very nice of you, John. But please, call me Faye.”
    “Faye, such a lovely name. It really does suit you.” His eyes traced her curves and when he met her gaze again, he didn’t bother hiding the heat that had made itself known.
    “Would you like something to drink?” Sofia popped up at their sides all of a sudden, her frantic gaze going from on to the other. “John?”
    “No, my dear, I’m quite all right. So, Faye, how are you enjoying it here?”
    “Oh, it’s fine.”
    “Only fine? But my lady, that just won’t do! Please permit me to show you around town, so you’ll understand how lovely it is here. It has come to my attention that Jake hasn’t bothered, and you must be so very bored sitting here all day long…”
    It was as if he was reading her mind, Faye thought. She didn’t know him but the prospect of going out was too good to pass up. “That would be delightful.” She realized she was starting to speak like him, then wondered how old he really was. That was a question Jake had refused to answer, just telling her he wasn’t that old. John, on the contrary, acted as if he’d been around for centuries. He had a European flair too, maybe even…British?
    Before she could think more on this, he grabbed her hand once again and tugged her towards the front door. “Let us be off then!” Sofia called out after them but she didn’t get a chance to follow, the door banging shut behind them with a resolute sound. “See, it’s so sunny out today.” Faye nodded, letting him hook her arm around his. If he wanted to play the part of the Regency gentleman, she might as well let him. All he needed really was a cane on the other hand and some polished Hessians, and he’d be perfect for the part! “Faye? My lady?”
    She snapped back to the present. “Yes, yes, of course. Uhm, do you think I should maybe get changed first?”
    “Get changed?” he repeated, before taking in her ensemble.
    She was only wearing a lightweight tunic that skimmed her frame and