The Genius Delta

Chapter 29 - Persephone

Goddess, help me. Is this a genetic thing, or just osmosis? I was so fucking turned on when he took

control like that. I LIKED it when he spanked me. I liked it even more when I could watch us from

multiple angles. I’ve become a sexual deviant. How the hell did this happen? I’ve mocked Crista, Tie,

and even Darren for YEARS about how they get off being dominated by their D’Amore mate.

Yet here I am, getting my rocks off on Jonathan, dominating me, bent over his glass desk, and it’s not

just any glass desk. It’s a fucking see-through computer! His desk is a fucking computer! That is so

Silvercloud. It’s crazy. This is the kind of insane, next-level, mind-blowing tech I expected when I

started working here.

‘Forget the damn desk! How about the insane, next-level, mind-blowing SEX!’ Sara reminded me.

Sara didn’t need to remind me of that part. We may have climaxed a few moments ago, but I still felt

the aftershocks. My ragged breath fogged up the desk as I desperately tried to catch my breath from

the workout Jonathan had just given me. My thighs were aching. My feet had long since slipped out of

my kitten heels. I’d been on my tip toes while he pounded into me, and now my toes even hurt. And my NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

pussy, well, she’s still on cloud nine with him balls deep inside.

“Fuck… Persephone…” Jonathan groaned as he leaned over me and kissed my neck.

“Jonathan…” I sighed his name. I moaned because this movement changed the angle of his softening

cock inside me and had my pussy at attention.

“I love you… and I don’t think that’s the post-orgasm talking.” Jonathan whispered as he kissed my

neck before leaning back up.

I was so shocked at his words that I barely reacted as he pulled out with a moan. He loves me? We’ve

known each other for two days, and he’s already saying that. Is that moving too fast? Is he saying it

because of the mate bond? I know he said it’s not because of the orgasm but is he being objective

when he says that?

‘Will you STOP overthinking shit!?’ Sara scolded me.

“I know it’s probably too soon to say it.” Jonathan sighed.

I frowned as I stood up and turned to face him. “I… I’m not sure. I mean, we’ve known of each other for

years, but we only met yesterday.”

“I know.” He nodded as he zipped his jeans. “I’m just not the kind of guy who keeps his feelings bottled

up. I was raised to voice that stuff right as I feel it. If I don’t, I overthink it, and it all gets muddled.” He

explained while he knelt and picked up my panties.

“I guess that makes some sense. I know I overthink many things. It’s just how I’m wired.” I shrugged,

watching him curiously.

“Peas in a pod.” He smiled, and I swear my heart burst.

He has such a crazy effect on me. My body ignites with just a look from him. My heart skips beats

when he says sweet or goofy things. When I encounter new tech he’s created, my mind goes into

override, wanting to understand it. I’ve never met anyone like him in my life. No one could ever hold a

candle to this man. He’s my mate, so obviously, no one should. We’re made for each other.

I chuckled as he kissed up my legs to put my underwear back on me. His beard always tickles, and I

like that. In less than forty-eight hours, this man has turned my world upside down in all the best ways.

When I’m with him, I feel treasured, safe, accepted, challenged, supported, like an equal, and… and…

‘Loved! You feel loved! Because he LOVES you!’ Sara huffed, rolling her eyes.

I blinked as it all settled into my brain. We may have just met, but I know what I feel between the mate

bond and how alike we are. I shouldn’t overthink this. This is the one time I don’t need to analyze. His

head cocked, watching me curiously with those flecks of amber swirling in his eyes. I reached down to

hold his chin as I hopped off the desk so he could get my underwear over my ass.

“I love you too,” I confessed. “And I’m not saying it because I felt obl..” I started to reassure him.

Reassurance wasn’t necessary as his hands gripped my ass, and he went from kneeling to standing

with his lips on mine. I moaned as I returned the kiss, yelping as he squeezed both cheeks, his tongue

slipped past my parted lips, and the kiss deepened. I’m pretty sure we’d have worked our way into

round two if the growling of our stomachs didn’t make us pull apart in laughter.

“Right… we only have like ten minutes left of our lunch.” Jonathan chuckled.

“Sounds like a vending machine lunch.” I sighed as he set me down.

“Let’s raid the kitchenette in Shikoba’s office. There might be something worthwhile to eat. Anything

should be better than what we could get from a vending machine.” He suggested.

“Do you think Rohan and Shikoba will mind if we intrude? I’m sure they had a lot to talk about. I can’t

begin to imagine how mind-blowing learning all this must be for her.” I frowned as I glanced at the door.

“It’ll be alright. I wanted to check on them anyway.” Jonathan shrugged as he took my hand and led the

way confidently out the door.

I blinked as I looked around and only saw Shikoba. She was back at her desk, her lunch had been

cleared away, and she diligently typed with her eyes focused on her computer screen. I wanted to ask

what happened and where Rohan had gone, but I don’t think it’s my place. I’m not even Rohan’s Delta

yet, and I don’t know Shikoba to try and pry into her personal life.

“What happened? Where’s Rohan?” Jonathan bulldozed right into the questions.

Shikoba shrugged, not looking away from her computer or missing a keystroke. I furrowed my brow

and looked at Jonathan. I don’t know her, but even I can tell this reaction doesn’t bode well for her and

Rohan’s mate bond.

“Shikoba.” Jonathan sighed, reaching over and turning her monitor off. “What happened? I’m not

asking as your boss but as your friend. Did Rohan say or do something to upset you? Is all this news

too much to handle? Do you think we’re freaks? Do you not like me anymore? Are we not friends?” He

bombarded her with questions.

“Jonathan, do us all a favor and shut up.” I rolled my eyes and pulled him back by the shoulder.

Shikoba arched an eyebrow as she turned and looked at me. Her eyes were a bit red and puffy. She

has been crying, which I don’t think is good.

“What did…” Jonathan started to question, and I put my hand over his mouth.

“Shikoba, feel free to speak at your own pace without interruption and prodding from the peanut

gallery,” I assured her before narrowing my eyes at Jonathan in a silent warning.

Shikoba sighed and picked up her phone, and started typing. She’s pretty fast at texting. I don’t think I

could even type as fast as she did. Once she had whatever she wanted to say written, she let the text-

to-speech voice take over.

“After you, two left to fuck, which I’ll make sure to have the cleaning crew go in there and sanitize the

whole room. Rohan asked me to sit down. I didn’t want to sit, so he sat. He looked more freaked out

than I was, but I’m the one being told there are werewolves.” Shikoba’s AI voice started to explain.

“He started to explain the whole being a werewolf thing and that there is a thing called a mate bond.

That your Moon Goddess binds souls to each other through the bond. A werewolf having a human

mate is exceedingly rare and dangerous if the bond isn’t completed under the proper conditions.” She

continued.

“Because I need all this shit. But I digress. Rohan offered to prove that what he was saying about being

a werewolf was true. I didn’t know how he planned to do that, so I said fine and told him to prove it. He

stood up and STRIPPED!” Shikoba’s face pinked a little at this part.

“He said it was necessary, or he’d rip his uniform, and he didn’t want to deal with replacing it. And

before you go teasing me about seeing him naked, Silvercloud, remember I am older than you, and I’ve

had my share of sexual partners. So he’s not the first man I’ve seen naked.” Shikoba pointedly looked

at Jonathan as her AI called him out.

I chuckled while Jonathan shrugged, looking a little sheepish. She knows him well.

“So he shifted into this big black wolf, and I fell over the coffee table and landed between it and the

sofa. And in a dress like this, it was embarrassing and difficult to get up on my own. Rohan or his wolf,

whatever, came over and nudged me, using his body to lift me out of the gap. It was surreal, and I don’t

know how I feel about it.” Shikoba frowned.

Jonathan snickered, probably picturing the whole embarrassing scene in his head. I rolled my eyes and

elbowed him as the AI continued.

“After I got back up, I told him he should go into the bathroom and change back into his uniform. I told

him I needed time to think about all of this. He did what I asked and came back out and looked at me

with those damn sad eyes of his. And before he gets in the elevator, he makes one final plea. He asks

that I give him a chance and not reject him as he couldn’t survive that again.” Shikoba sighed.

“What does that mean? I’ve been trying to research werewolves and the mate bond, but for obvious

reasons, I’ve learned jack shit. And you two were busy knocking boots so that I couldn’t ask you.” She

sighed and looked at us expectantly.

“Oh, Shikoba.” Jonathan frowned. “I… I’m not sure I should be the one that tells you his personal stuff.”

Shikoba folded her arms, frowning, obviously not liking his reluctance to tell her what she needed. He

may not want to break Rohan’s confidence as his Delta, but I’m not held to such things. I’m free to say

any damn thing I want.

“Fuck him. I don’t know Rohan from the hole in the ground. I’ll give you all the dirt.” I offered.

“Persephone…” Jonathan growled, holding my arms.

“I may like you dominating me when we fuck. That doesn’t apply when your dick isn’t inside or about to

be inside me.” I warned him as I yanked my arm away.

“So don’t go thinking you get to control me.” I rolled my eyes. “I would think that as her friend and a

Delta, you’d be obligated to disclose things that would help her.”

“So, will you tell me?” Shikoba’s AI voice asked as she focused on me.

“You bet.” I smiled. “So here’s the deal. You’re Rohan’s second chance mate. That means before

knowing you, he had another mate. A total dickweed from a pack in Paris. The jerk rejected Rohan

because he didn’t want people to know he liked men.” I rolled my eyes.

Shikoba frowned and quickly typed her reply. “What happens when someone is rejected by their

mate?”

“You know how people say they were heartbroken and yadda after a breakup?” Jonathan interjected.

Shikoba nodded.

“A human, they can get over it. A rejection could kill a werewolf. The mate bond is a powerful and

magical thing. So when Rohan’s first mate rejected him, it broke him in a way that can’t even be

quantified.” Jonathan frowned. “It’s why in our pack, we take the bond seriously. The only reason to

reject a mate is if they are abusive.”

“So he could have died?” Shikoba questioned after a moment of thought.

“Yes. My guess is Rohan survived because you exist. He and his wolf wouldn’t have known you were

out there. But because the Goddess had a second chance waiting for him, he survived the rejection.

And now he’s found you. His second and last chance to be whole.” Jonathan explained.

Shikoba sighed and frowned. She waited for a beat before typing. “I’ll think about it. He seems nice,

and he’s hot. But I need time to process all of this.”

“Of course, take your time,” I assured her.

“And here…” Jonathan dug into his wallet and handed her a card. “That’s the number for our Gamma

Charles Westbrook. He’s a licensed psychiatrist. Call him, and he will make you an appointment to help

work through things solo and with Rohan.”

Shikoba nodded and took the card. “Thanks. You may want to eat the lunch I got you from the cafeteria

in your lab. You’ve got five minutes left of break.” She chuckled as she nodded to two plastic containers

on her desk.

“You are, as always, a lifesaver. Think about things and call Charles but more importantly, call Rohan.”

Jonathan smiled as he grabbed our lunches before we hurried into the elevator.