Falk Clan Tales - Chapter 45: Chapter 45
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Nikolai had handed the keys to his Rolls over to the valet along with a couple of hundred-dollar bills. The man smiled widely and nodded, promising to take care of his vehicle.
He breathed deep, taking in the many scents, most unpleasant, that was New York. The crowded, impatient, beast of city was home to many, though he failed to see the appeal.
Fine for conducting business or taking in the sites, but not as a dwelling place. He’d left his luxury penthouse suite at the exclusive hotel he’d booked and made it across town in record time.
Something tickled his senses as he stood taking in his surroundings. Bam. It hit him again. Hard. Fuck. He pressed his hand over his chest. He felt odd. He was a predator at heart. His EnergyDragon peeked out and looked over his surroundings. He was safe, but something was different.
Nikolai rolled his shoulders trying to dispel some of the tension he felt. He frowned as he entered the stuffy, though beautifully decorated room. They had chosen a terrific venue, he thought idly. Too bad they’d filled it with a bunch of self-important idiots.
He was greeted by a few bank presidents that he was acquainted with. He’d done business with several of them, supernaturals and normals alike. Some of the faces were new, but the names remained.
Banking in the supernatural world was a family affair, and he’d been around a very, very long time. First, he’d been doing business for the Blackthorn Clan at the behest of his jailor, and now he was doing it for for himself and his brothers.
Indeed, the Falk Clan was already wealthy, but now they were gaining ground in the world of technology. Taking it by storm, to hear the head of Merlin Banking Solutions tell it.
Daniel Atkins was an older man, an elf to be precise. He was wise and affable. He liked making money, but not as much as he liked his spotless reputation. After a hacker got past their old system using some nefarious spells, he’d come knocking on Nikolai’s door for the brand-new magically enhanced firewall he’d spent the past year perfecting.
Nikolai had interviewed him regarding some details about banking that he’d needed for his software. That was how Daniel knew about it. He had volunteered to test the firewall for Nikolai, but he hadn’t wanted to pay for the tremendous upgrade until it became clear to him that it was a necessity.
“Yes, my boy, you saved my life. Because of you, we no longer have to change our slogan, we simply are the most secure bank in the world. Genius. You, Falk, are pure genius,” Atkins’ voice boomed across the room and Nikolai groaned. He hadn’t wanted his presence announced in such a way.
“Excuse me, Atkins, I’m off to get a drink,” he nodded and excused himself. Nikolai liked the man, but he was tired of talking business tonight.
He cringed when a familiar woman blocked his way as he attempted to flee the crowd. All he’d wanted was to find himself a quiet corner and indulge in a nice tumbler of Apple Thyme Bite. The artisan whiskey was crafted by a neighbor of his, and Nikolai was greatly impressed with the quality of the product.
Angie White reeked of magic. The Witch was using a particularly strong glamour to make herself appear younger than she was in reality. Not that Nik would have approved of her even if she were as young as she’d like people to believe.
He noted her bespelled hair and features with a grimace. He wondered what she would say if he told her he could see right through her glamour. All the way to the skinny hag underneath. She’d probably try and hex him, he thought, bored with the idea as he was with her constant presence.
“As I live and breathe, Nikolai Falk of Draco Fortis, in the very fine flesh,” her beady eyes sized him up and he could only imagine what she saw. Dollar signs? A chance to find out of the rumors she spread were true. He was not letting her get that close to him. Not tonight or ever again.
“Yes, hello Ms. White. Excuse me, won’t you?” He pushed past her only to find the irritating Witch following on his heels.
He felt his Dragon surge forward and he stopped in his tracks. No. Not now. He tried to regain control of the beast, but something was not right. Whether it was the annoying presence of the Witch who kept babbling in his ear, the way her fake tits pushed up to her throat in that mockery of a dress, or the fact that there were too many strangers in the room, he didn’t know.
“I said, have you considered my proposal for a merger between Draco Fortis and Viridi Lux. I have been trying awfully hard to connect with you all week, Nicky-boy, we can make this work. Seal the deal and all that, what do you say?”
“Ms. White, while I’m sorry I didn’t return your calls, I have been quite busy, but a merger is not in the cards for us,” he was polite out of habit. Normally he’d be thinking of ways to fake his inability to be with her, but right then his attention was elsewhere.
“I see. Well, maybe you and I can meet up, after all this, and talk?” She smiled at him, her grin showing too much of her teeth and gums. It was a mockery of a smile, one he ignored completely as the scent of something tantalizing reached his nostrils.
The spicy citrus fragrance was driving him wild. His EnergyDragon rippled beneath his skin. He needed to step back and try to rein in his beast for the sake of appearances. Too many normals around for his tastes.
There it is again. Suddenly, everything was too much. Too much noise. Too much light. Too many smells. Too many strangers.
Nikolai tilted his head and breathed in deep, desperate to get away from the crowds and the noise of the gala. He stopped abruptly, as if some unseen force had him in its grip.
That beguiling aroma filtered its way through the cloying perfumes and artificial colognes, making his insides tingle with awareness. Grrr.
He strode forward, determined to find its source. He picked his way through the throng of partygoers, flinching away in disgust when another bold woman with far too little clothing on rubbed her body against him, her invitation clear.
He growled and, with a single-minded determination he’d never shown before, Nikolai went flying across the room, uncaring of those he shoved out of the way. Es meus, his emerald Dragon roared in his mind’s eye. Those words stopped him in his tracks like nothing else could. She was here. In that very room. His mate.
He inhaled and groaned aloud as the sweet, tempting scent hit him again, harder than before. He opened his eyes to see a curvy goddess dressed in a forest green gown standing before him, concern marring her fiery whiskey-colored eyes.
“Are you alright?” her voice was husky and soft.
It sent chills down his spine. And more. For the first time in nigh on a hundred years, Nikolai’s cock filled to bursting.
He felt his Dragon surge forward, powerful and hungry.
Nikolai whispered the only thing he could think to say before sweeping her into his arms and lowering his mouth to hers, “Mine.”
He breathed deep, taking in the many scents, most unpleasant, that was New York. The crowded, impatient, beast of city was home to many, though he failed to see the appeal.
Fine for conducting business or taking in the sites, but not as a dwelling place. He’d left his luxury penthouse suite at the exclusive hotel he’d booked and made it across town in record time.
Something tickled his senses as he stood taking in his surroundings. Bam. It hit him again. Hard. Fuck. He pressed his hand over his chest. He felt odd. He was a predator at heart. His EnergyDragon peeked out and looked over his surroundings. He was safe, but something was different.
Nikolai rolled his shoulders trying to dispel some of the tension he felt. He frowned as he entered the stuffy, though beautifully decorated room. They had chosen a terrific venue, he thought idly. Too bad they’d filled it with a bunch of self-important idiots.
He was greeted by a few bank presidents that he was acquainted with. He’d done business with several of them, supernaturals and normals alike. Some of the faces were new, but the names remained.
Banking in the supernatural world was a family affair, and he’d been around a very, very long time. First, he’d been doing business for the Blackthorn Clan at the behest of his jailor, and now he was doing it for for himself and his brothers.
Indeed, the Falk Clan was already wealthy, but now they were gaining ground in the world of technology. Taking it by storm, to hear the head of Merlin Banking Solutions tell it.
Daniel Atkins was an older man, an elf to be precise. He was wise and affable. He liked making money, but not as much as he liked his spotless reputation. After a hacker got past their old system using some nefarious spells, he’d come knocking on Nikolai’s door for the brand-new magically enhanced firewall he’d spent the past year perfecting.
Nikolai had interviewed him regarding some details about banking that he’d needed for his software. That was how Daniel knew about it. He had volunteered to test the firewall for Nikolai, but he hadn’t wanted to pay for the tremendous upgrade until it became clear to him that it was a necessity.
“Yes, my boy, you saved my life. Because of you, we no longer have to change our slogan, we simply are the most secure bank in the world. Genius. You, Falk, are pure genius,” Atkins’ voice boomed across the room and Nikolai groaned. He hadn’t wanted his presence announced in such a way.
“Excuse me, Atkins, I’m off to get a drink,” he nodded and excused himself. Nikolai liked the man, but he was tired of talking business tonight.
He cringed when a familiar woman blocked his way as he attempted to flee the crowd. All he’d wanted was to find himself a quiet corner and indulge in a nice tumbler of Apple Thyme Bite. The artisan whiskey was crafted by a neighbor of his, and Nikolai was greatly impressed with the quality of the product.
Angie White reeked of magic. The Witch was using a particularly strong glamour to make herself appear younger than she was in reality. Not that Nik would have approved of her even if she were as young as she’d like people to believe.
He noted her bespelled hair and features with a grimace. He wondered what she would say if he told her he could see right through her glamour. All the way to the skinny hag underneath. She’d probably try and hex him, he thought, bored with the idea as he was with her constant presence.
“As I live and breathe, Nikolai Falk of Draco Fortis, in the very fine flesh,” her beady eyes sized him up and he could only imagine what she saw. Dollar signs? A chance to find out of the rumors she spread were true. He was not letting her get that close to him. Not tonight or ever again.
“Yes, hello Ms. White. Excuse me, won’t you?” He pushed past her only to find the irritating Witch following on his heels.
He felt his Dragon surge forward and he stopped in his tracks. No. Not now. He tried to regain control of the beast, but something was not right. Whether it was the annoying presence of the Witch who kept babbling in his ear, the way her fake tits pushed up to her throat in that mockery of a dress, or the fact that there were too many strangers in the room, he didn’t know.
“I said, have you considered my proposal for a merger between Draco Fortis and Viridi Lux. I have been trying awfully hard to connect with you all week, Nicky-boy, we can make this work. Seal the deal and all that, what do you say?”
“Ms. White, while I’m sorry I didn’t return your calls, I have been quite busy, but a merger is not in the cards for us,” he was polite out of habit. Normally he’d be thinking of ways to fake his inability to be with her, but right then his attention was elsewhere.
“I see. Well, maybe you and I can meet up, after all this, and talk?” She smiled at him, her grin showing too much of her teeth and gums. It was a mockery of a smile, one he ignored completely as the scent of something tantalizing reached his nostrils.
The spicy citrus fragrance was driving him wild. His EnergyDragon rippled beneath his skin. He needed to step back and try to rein in his beast for the sake of appearances. Too many normals around for his tastes.
There it is again. Suddenly, everything was too much. Too much noise. Too much light. Too many smells. Too many strangers.
Nikolai tilted his head and breathed in deep, desperate to get away from the crowds and the noise of the gala. He stopped abruptly, as if some unseen force had him in its grip.
That beguiling aroma filtered its way through the cloying perfumes and artificial colognes, making his insides tingle with awareness. Grrr.
He strode forward, determined to find its source. He picked his way through the throng of partygoers, flinching away in disgust when another bold woman with far too little clothing on rubbed her body against him, her invitation clear.
He growled and, with a single-minded determination he’d never shown before, Nikolai went flying across the room, uncaring of those he shoved out of the way. Es meus, his emerald Dragon roared in his mind’s eye. Those words stopped him in his tracks like nothing else could. She was here. In that very room. His mate.
He inhaled and groaned aloud as the sweet, tempting scent hit him again, harder than before. He opened his eyes to see a curvy goddess dressed in a forest green gown standing before him, concern marring her fiery whiskey-colored eyes.
“Are you alright?” her voice was husky and soft.
It sent chills down his spine. And more. For the first time in nigh on a hundred years, Nikolai’s cock filled to bursting.
He felt his Dragon surge forward, powerful and hungry.
Nikolai whispered the only thing he could think to say before sweeping her into his arms and lowering his mouth to hers, “Mine.”
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