Page 60 of Anatomy of the Immortal Species
One hand held her steady against the tree, while the other explored her with a skill that left her ashamed of how easily she surrendered to him. Yet she couldn’t stop herself from wanting more,needingmore.
“Show me how much you don’t like it, little beast,” Mikhail whispered in her ear, his voice dripping with dark amusement.
As if on command, her body trembled in sweet agony, and she clung to him as the pleasure washed over her, overwhelming her senses. She pulsed around his fingers long after the desperate cry of release had left her lips, echoing through the quiet forest.
When the last waves of her orgasm faded, Mikhail slowly withdrew his hand and brought his fingers to his lips, licking them.
Amelia frowned, trying to catch her breath. “Why did you do that?”
He smirked, his gaze locked on hers. “Because you taste like citrus and geranium, and…”
“No.” Her voice wavered. “Why did you do this to me, knowing I’m in such a… vulnerable state?”
His smug smile only widened, the glint in his eyes making it clear she hadn’t regained her composure. She lowered her gaze, fumbling to button her pants, trying not to look like a woman who had just been pleasured in the woods.
“Amelia, look at me,” he commanded softly.
When she mustered the courage to meet his gaze, Mikhail’s eyeswere a deep, molten gold hue.
“Now we’re going inside, and I’m going to make love to you,” he said.
Her jaw clenched. God, his confidence was infuriating.
Before she could respond, Mikhail wrapped one arm around her waist and the other under her knees, lifting her into his arms.
“Put me down!” she protested, her voice laced with frustration. Mikhail laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest. “You think this is funny?” The stern tone she aimed for fell short.
Was he really planning to take her back inside and follow through on his promise? Her head spun and her thoughts were a chaotic mess.
It wasn’t until they neared the gate, and Mikhail set her down on the snow-covered ground, that her mind cleared a bit. The cold seeping through her boots served as a grounding force.
“I’d gladly carry you to my bed, but I doubt you’d want the entire building to witness it.” He brushed her lips with a quick kiss.
“You’re absolutely right,” she murmured.
“Mikhail!” one of the creatures from the central guard post called out, rushing towards them.
Mikhail turned to Amelia. “I’ll catch up with you in a moment.”
She continued towards the entrance, the space his absence created providing a momentary relief, a chance to gather her thoughts and emotions.
Glancing back over her shoulder, he was standing about fifty feet away, his back to her. The black shirt, damp with snow, clung to his broad shoulders, and his wet hair stuck to the nape of his neck. The other man gestured while he spoke, but his words didn’t carry across the distance.
When Mikhail caught up with her in the middle of the courtyard, his expression was tense. “There’s been a change in plans.” Despite his upright posture, the unease radiating fromhim was palpable. He even attempted a smile when Amelia asked what was wrong. “An old friend has come to see me.”
“An old friend?” Amelia’s brow furrowed. “Isn’t that… a good thing?”
“According to rumours, he hasn’t left his home in a hundred and fifty years, and now he’s here to see me…” Mikhail’s gaze drifted upward and scanned the upper floors of the Hospital. His eyes swept over the two wings before settling on the central building and its looming tower. When he faced her, his touch was gentle, brushing a finger across her cheek. “Your eyes turn silver when you’re aroused. Whether you like it or not, you are the Oracle. Don’t forget that for a second.”
Warmth spread through Amelia’s chest, but it did little to quell her growing sense of dread. She had been around Mikhail long enough to recognise the subtle shift in his demeanour, the tension in the air signalling trouble.
While they approached the entrance, his hand found hers. Despite their recent conversation about not being seen together, she clung to him, craving the reassurance his touch offered.
They released each other only at the threshold of the Hospital. The foyer was bustling with people dressed in black uniforms and heavy leather boots, each equipped with handcuffs hanging from their belts.
All eyes were on them, but Mikhail made his way through the crowd with calm. At the far end of the foyer, Zacharia stood with a serious expression. Beside him, Viktor paced, his white coat flaring out with each turn. Off to the side, Amelia spotted Agent Kane. His beady eyes locked onto Mikhail, and his lips twitched as if itching to speak, but he remained silent.
It was then that Amelia laid eyes on the man. At first glance, he seemed like any other alpha male from the immortal world – tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in dark clothing like the others. But something was different about him. He wore a long blackcoat, unbuttoned to his ankles, with a wide wool collar that framed a golden medallion on his chest. A gold mask obscured his face, shaped into the menacing snarl of a demon, with dark brown hair cut to military precision peeking out from beneath its edges.
