Her Mortal Mate

Chapter Fifty Five: Motorcycle Rides

Jadea

"So, we aren't going to talk about the elephant in the room?" Garret asked me specifically.

We had safely made it out of Los Angeles and we had doubled back a few times already to make sure we weren't being followed. Not to say they didn't have a tracker laying in wait long enough for us to get a decent head start before following us. But that was a far different issue. As Adam and I stayed on the main roadways, my pack paralleled us in the farmland and countryside we passed through. We had already made quite the spectacle in LA, we didn’t need to draw more attention our way. "What elephant?" I asked him, not drawing any of the others into this conversation. Other than my constant shadow who was still hiding behind the fractured walls in my mind, pretending not to be felt.

"How'd you know?" Adam asked, sounding a little disappointed with himself. As if he was frustrated with himself for potentially upsetting me about being a silent spectator of my thoughts.

"It's hard not to catch on," I teased Adam gently.

"I promise I'm not trying to pry."

"First off Adam, I made this bond with you knowing full well this would happen. I’m not upset with you at all. Second, I know you are trying to give me space, and I'm not bothered by your presence in my mind Adam. No matter how frustrated I may seem in the moment. You just have to understand I am used to having privacy. I'm not used to someone constantly being connected with me, if that makes sense? And, my thoughts can be overwhelming, even for me sometimes. I get more frustrated with myself for not filtering my thoughts better with you. I know they can be dark. They can be deep. They can be very uncomfortable as I work through the everyday challenges I am faced with. I tried to block you out from my main thoughts so as not to scare you."

"It makes perfect sense, Jadea. You don't have to explain it to me. And, it was probably better I didn't know about Leviathan ahead of time. But, on the other hand, this is the world I’m choosing. I need to be exposed to all the bad, Jadea. It’s a completely new world for me, but I deserve to know everything even if it is scary.”

Yes, he did deserve to know it all. I wasn’t trying to keep anything from him. Mainly, I’d blocked him out in the cavern to ensure he didn’t panic the entire time. While my pack and I were very good and controlling that natural response to high stress situations, Adam wasn’t conditioned to it yet. And, the one thing I knew about panic, was that once it started with one, it was hard to stop the spread entirely.

Caressing his mind, I refocused on Garret. "You were saying?"

"Something... Happened back there. Right when we made it back out of the tunnels. In the shop."

A tremor ran down my spine, the fractured memories--though I wasn't sure if that was the right term--replaying through my mind. The terror. The pain. The devastating loss of so many innocent lives as the underground city collapsed in on itself. The Imperium Guard turning back time...

"Do you really think they turned back time?" Garret asked.

"What else could I have seen?" I asked.

"I'm not trying to say what you saw didn't happen. But, what if Adam had a vision?"

"But, I didn't have a vision," Adam responded in my mind confused, connecting with Garret through me. I had to say he was getting the hang of this telepathy rather quickly. "I would have remembered it."

"Not necessarily," I replied thoughtfully. "Visionaries tend to have more visions than they realize, many that don't result in anything.” Last year, when my pack and I had been hunting Valdis, we learned Adam was a weak visionary. Someone who could connect with other individuals and see future events. He had inadvertently connected with Valdis somehow and his ‘visions’ had helped us find and save some of Valdis’s victims. “Visionaries see things that could happen but it doesn’t mean that the events seen actually happen because one or more of the events leading up to that event are altered. These kinds of visions, the ones you don’t remember or really see, happen in the parts of the brain we usually don't use, which explains why you weren't consciously aware of it, if that’s what happened," I explained. "Immortal visionaries, after a lot of dedication, determination and training can overcome such inhibitions and realize when these visions are occurring in their subconscious."

“But that doesn’t explain how you saw it and I didn’t.” Adam pointed out.

“She’s a manipulator, Adam. Her mind relies on and connects with others on a deeper level. Her powers tap into both the subconscious and conscious. Meaning, she could have experienced the vision as it happened in your subconscious.”

“I know it’s confusing,” I stated.

“I’m sure I’ll catch on in time.”

What Garret proposed was a damn good theory, but I wasn't entirely convinced. What happened seemed far too real.

The rest of the trip was silent and uneventful. The sky was starting to darken as we drew closer to Lance’s residence. It had taken longer to get there mainly because we had taken back roads to avoid the main highways and such. After experiencing such an earthquake, the roadways would be nearly impossible to navigate. Especially if overpasses and other structures had collapsed. So, to avoid the headache, we had gone the long way around.

I should have become more at ease as we got closer to Lance's, however I was becoming more worked up. I was psyching myself out over Balthazar.

"It's going to be okay, Jadea," Adam reassured.

No, it wasn't. My gut was screaming at me. I just knew something was going to happen!

One of Adam's arms tightened around me while the other dipped down into forbidden places.

I jerked, shocked by his boldness, especially when we weren’t hidden.

"Keep your eyes on the road, baby girl. Focus on where you are going," he whispered seductively in my mind, his fingers rubbing against the fabric at the juncture of my thighs while using just enough pressure to caress me teasingly. He was trying to distract me.

"You keep that up, I'm not going to be able to focus."

"You haven't ever played with yourself while driving?" he asked innocently.

"I can't say I have," I panted. But, in my defense, I hadn't driven as much. "I am a little surprised you have though." Given how vanilla he was in that department.

He chuckled. "I was young and reckless once, baby girl. I'm sure I could shock you with the things I have done."

"I'm looking forward to it," I fairly purred in his mind as he continued caressing me. There was an added danger to it, in a sense, because this was taboo. Touching so intimately where others could see. His teasing caresses were a slow burn and it took every ounce of my self control to keep my focus on the road. It was frustrating, how he prolonged the experience, how he kept me right on the edge. "Adam," I growled warningly in his mind.

"Yes?" I knew his innocent reply was only a ruse. "Tell me, Jadea. Tell me what you need.” He commanded seductively.

Fuck! He was playing my kind of game. It was hot as hell how he was starting to come out of his shell. I was proud of him for being so confident in himself.

Heat curled through my body and blood and I trembled from its intensity. I was going to lose my sanity if he continued to play me gently like a fiddle.

The way he had so easily taken control. The way he so easily shifted power into his court, my wolf was intrigued by the constant power shifts and power plays we were engaged in. I wasn't used to this constant back and forth, this dance as one may call it. It was irresistible and addicting.

"Jadea," he growled in my mind as he pressed more firmly against my back, his free hand travelling up my body to curl gently around my neck and I felt myself losing it. I felt myself giving in to the high of pleasure he was unleashing onto me.

"I don't know if I can do this," I whispered in his mind. My job was to make it safely to Lance’s. I was having a hard time seeing through the passionate haze clouding my mind. "I don't think I can do this without crashing."

"Yes you can," he stated so confidently, he had me believing it. "Because if you pull over, I'll stop. Now, tell me what you need from me, baby girl." He refocused me.

It took a few solid moments to get my breathing and focus under some semblance of control in order to gather my thoughts. "I need to feel your fingers inside me.”

"Mmm, good girl," he purred in my mind. "You want them to slide over your wet slit? Teasing the very edges of you?"

"Yes," I whispered in his mind, as I was being overcome by sensations I hadn't felt in a long time.

His hand slowly slipped under my shirt where he pressed his palm against my bare skin. When he slowly started to move his fingers under the edges of the elastic waistband of my yoga pants, a soft whimper escaped my lips. The instant they touched my swollen, wet flesh I was lost. My hips involuntarily bucked into his caress. "Hold still, baby girl, or I will stop."

"Don't stop, please," I begged before crying out when two of his fingers slid down my opening, teasingly.

There were some inaudible curse words before he was able to recover. "Damn, baby girl. You're so f*****g wet! I wish we had just a few minutes of time and privacy. I’d bend you over this bike and take you from behind, like the naughty girl you are.”

He slowly curled his fingers inside of me and stroked against that magical spot along the anterior wall. I arched into him right as I came.

He merged with my mind and helped keep me from crashing as I rode the waves of pleasure. When I had calmed down, and could focus once more he asked softly, “Did that help?”

I suddenly realized I wasn’t so tense anymore. The stress and problems I had been so focused on didn’t seem so overwhelming at the moment. “Yes. It did. Thank you, vanilla.”

“Of course, baby girl.” He nuzzled into my back and held me tight as he focused on calming the fire burning in his veins.

“I think there’s going to be a new motorcycle in my future,” I teased him and he chuckled.

“I’ve always wanted to travel,” he smirked back. “I’d love to explore all the ways we could… use the bike and it’s perks.”

I fairly laughed out loud. And within the laughter, I found a contentment and happiness I never thought I would have and for once, I was excited for the future.