Page 13 of Infiltrated

The sun was peeking up, but I felt wired. I said as much to Pixie.

“It's like my magick is excited even to see them again, is that weird?” I asked Pixie. She moved over to sit closer to me and I put my arms around her and lightly rubbed her pierced nipples through her tank top. She didn’t need a bra or magick; her breasts sat up naturally and they were fucking amazing.

She squirmed and I could tell she bit back a moan as she replied, “No, I feel the same way. It’s only ever been us two, isn’t it strange for our magick to like four others too? Not that I care much but what are the chances, not to mention the complication of trying to infiltrate and essentially go against the Council they are sworn to protect.”

We sat and mused. Magick chooses, we can ignore it but it's very hard. I can stop the connection for us, I’m strong enough. Like a mental block of sorts, but I could tell from the way our magicks entwined and flared up that it didn’t want that. It wanted the boys.

I sighed. “A complication for sure but in all seriousness, it would be an instant in. It’s also slightly dangerous, which makes it more fun.” I considered Pixie and I being caught slim, we were effective and quick but a party of six? Not as likely to get a seat at the restaurant as quick, if you know what I mean.

After a few moments, Pixie drawled out, lightening the mood, “You knowwww, we read a lot of those reverse harem books and there is ever only one girl with multiple guys. Imagine switching it up a bit. That would be fucking awesome. Even better since it’s us.” She laughed.

“Damn good point. No internal bleeding either when you have someone to share the pounding. My peach will not be a pulp, damnit,” I said, as the system started to play “Peaches and Cream” by 112, and we laughed uproariously.

I stood up to grab us a glass of wine when the elevator suddenly dinged and asked us if we wanted to let in our expected guests, approved by the security guard, Johnny. Did I ever tell you how much I love technology? Fucking amazing.

“Elevator, allow entrance,” Pixie said, sitting up on the couch. The men trudged in looking a little rough but pretty good, all things considering.

The music changed to “All My Life” by KC and JoJo.

Pixie and I stared at each other.Traitorous little smart house.

Dante looked around, confused. “Did the music change when we walked in?”

I cleared my throat. “Yeah, um. It’s a smart house. It picks up certain emotions and pheromones and changes according to what it senses,” I finished off quickly.

Dante smiled widely. “And it chose All My Life? Very interesting.” God, he had a beautiful smile, somewhere angels were crying.

Luca looked at us, rolled his eyes, and got straight to the point. “How did you do that, it takes some serious skills to best us and you guys look like daises.” Until he made eye contact and actually took us in, giving us a slow perusal. His eyes heated with desire.

I smiled slowly and winked at him. I turned around and took in the other men, looking delicious, I might add.

“Hello gentlemen, welcome. Would you like anything to eat? Drink? Maybe a shower? I have a change of clothes here for each of you if you need it,” I said cheerfully.

Dimitri groaned. “Why are you so cheerful when the sun is coming up?”

“Oh yes, babe, we forgot, he is a vampire. He needs to sleep under the bed, hurry.” Pixie cracked up in laughter.

Etienne and Dante stood a little too far apart from each other, I looked at them and I tried to hold it back. Scouts honor. I really did. “Etienne, Dante, what about you two? Maybe some sausage?” I and Pixie howled at my own question, hard. The men immediately started muttering under their breath about mean women, and we both made our way into the kitchen. Then the grumbles from the men suddenly stopped. We knew why. The system started playing “I Wanna Sex You Up” by Color Me Bad. Pixie and I started laughing again.

Luca, ignoring the music playing, cleared his throat and started off again, “How did you two do that to us? We figured you were hiding something, shit, we figured you had some power but fuck, you fought with more skill and precision than most of the fighters I know. You two think when you fight, you have strategy.” He walked to the kitchen and leaned up against the counter, his muscles flexing. “How the hell did you best us and get us stuck in a water dome—”

“Water fortress,” I interrupted.

“What?” He looked confused as I interrupted his line of questioning.

“It wasn’t a dome, it was a fortress, get your shapes right, they don’t teach that at the Shadow Academy? Can’t imagine they teach much really, if their Elite guard got taken out in less than ten minutes by two women!”

“Sexy women,” Pixie added from beside me.

“Yes, sexy women.” I nodded enthusiastically.

Luca looked between Pixie, bending over her ass, stretching the material, and me, a smirk on my face, and bit out, “I will take you up on your offer to shower, I think we all will. Where are the bathrooms?”

“There are seven Rooms. All rooms have an en-suite. The bigger bedroom can be ignored as well as the first two on the right, they are mine and Pixie’s rooms, but you four can each grab one of the other rooms. There are a few different options for you to choose from when it’s time to get dressed, the clothes are in the dressers,” I said as I got food prepped for breakfast, from what Pixie was handing to me.

Dimitri stood up with a groan and a glare. “Why do you even have sets of men’s clothes that would fit us, we aren’t exactly, uh, average-sized?”

This time, Pixie licked her lips slowly, showing off her own piercings. “Ooohhh baby, we are counting on it,” she teased and turned back to the stove.

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