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the Project	By : theLureln Category: +M through R > Magic: The Gathering Views: 11901 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Magic the Gathering characters or settings, anything else is mine. This story is not being written for profit.

Chapter List
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Jace rushed through his readings of reports that day, knowing by now Lorissa had been informed of her new position as emissary to the Living Guildpact. Since peeking inside her mind, he had been eager to see her again and even though he normally didn’t attend such events, he had every intention of crashing the Simic and Selesnya party that night. He now knew that even though she was upset with him, he still had a chance to make things right. She still wanted him, and she didn’t strike him as the kind of woman who would desire someone she hated.
He showered and dressed in record time, not concerned about his appearance that much because he wouldn’t be going as himself. Lorissa had no idea he was the Living Guildpact and he didn’t want her to find out yet. There were already enough issues between them to work through, without having to explain about his role on Ravnica. He was also concerned she might be intimidated if she knew more of the truth about him. He wanted to tell her everything and he would, eventually. Right now, he just wanted back into her good graces. And her body, of course.
When he arrived at the party, he immediately began to search for her. What he found was enough to bewilder him. Out of the numerous guests at the gathering that evening, she had somehow managed to meet Emmara Tandris. The two women were engaged in an animated conversation, frequently smiling and laughing. His ex crush and his current obsession looked like the best of friends. It was like something out of a nightmare. There was no way he could approach Lorissa like he wanted to; he was afraid he might do something that would reveal his true self to Emmara, who had known him a long time and was familiar with many of his mannerisms.
And it was excruciating to stay away. Lorissa looked delicious; he had seen her in a dress before but she had obviously gone all out that night. Probably because it was her first time attending such an event and she’d had no idea what to wear. He didn’t really care about the reason, he just enjoyed the results. She was wearing a deep blue strapless gown that seemed to be held up by the alluring curves of her breasts and ass, and nothing else. The neck line was modest enough to show just a hint of cleavage but it was obvious she couldn’t wear a full bra underneath it and he wondered what was covering her nipples. The open back plunged all the way down to her waist, showing off the sweet curve of her ass to perfection. The shimmering blue material swirled around her ankles but when she moved, it fell open at the sides to reveal a very long line of leg. She wore a collar at her throat, a wide belt at the waist and sinfully high heels; all of which were red. Jace was torn between adoring the outfit and being outraged at anyone else seeing her in it.
All he could do was sit and observe the pair at a distance and after what seemed like ages Emmara finally excused herself from Lorissa’s company to go and mingle with other guests. As a representative of one of the two guilds being celebrated that evening, she was required to speak with other emissaries. Not wanting to miss his opportunity, Jace closed in on his prey immediately.
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Lorissa watched Emmara depart with a contemplative smile; she hadn’t expected the elf to have such a splendid sense of humor. Her impression of elves had always been that of stoic beings. She wondered what the woman’s relationship with Jace was, although it wasn’t any of her business. As beautiful as the elf was, Lorissa had a good idea what the truth was.
She decided to continue exploring the grove, which was part of the collaboration the Simic and Selesnya had worked on. As she was wandering around looking at the lavish living sculptures created by the Selesnyans, she was so absorbed in their breathtaking beauty that she bumped into something large and stationary. She was thrown off balance thanks to the heels she’d worn and was about a second from hitting the dirt when a strong hand grabbed her by the arm and easily righted her by pulling her flush against a firm body. She looked up to smile gratefully at her rescuer, but any words of thanks were forgotten when she saw the man.
He was gorgeous, in a fierce way. His tousled hair was the red of old blood, dark and rich. His slightly tilted eyes were a vibrant green, like glowing emeralds. On the right side of his face a wicked looking scar bisected his eyebrow and ran underneath his eye almost to the line of his jaw. His clothing was made of sleek leather from head to toe. His jacket was a mismatched pattern that changed along the front zipper; the collar and sleeve were dark red on one side, while the chest was black. On the other side, the collar and sleeve were black, the chest red. His pants were also black, riddled with rips, and tucked into knee high dark red boots that had swirling inscriptions and the insignia of the Rakdos guild haphazardly stitched into them. He looked wild and savage; damn sexy to be honest. And then he smiled at her, and she was amazed her panties didn’t spontaneously drop to the ground on their own.
“I’m not going to bother apologizing for knocking you off your feet, because it landed you in my arms,” he murmured, his deep voice as sizzling as the rest of him, sending a shiver up her spine.
Definitely dangerous, she concluded, surprised by her intense sexual attraction to him. She’d only ever experienced such instantaneous lust once in her life, the first time she’d met Jace. His teasing words helped calm her rattled nerves and she snorted up at him. “Smooth, but you can let me go now. I’ve been sufficiently saved from falling over myself.”
“Have you now,” he murmured, amusement and something hotter in his tone. “That’s a shame. What if I don’t want to let you go?”
His glittering eyes took on a knowing look as he glanced down to where her body rested against his and she was suddenly acutely aware of the strength of him, tightly leashed at the moment. And as she was realizing that, she noticed something else as well, a tell tale hardness that was pressed up to her abdomen. Lorissa’s cheeks instantly caught on fire; he didn’t seem to be bothered by his erection in the slightest but she was shocked by it from such innocent contact. His sex drive must be through the roof.
Jace watched as she broadcast her thoughts on her face; he never had to read her mind to guess what she was thinking, unless it came to deeper emotions. She was so very open and obvious in her expressions. He’d been aroused since he saw her, for him it was only a natural response and he wasn’t embarrassed in the least. They’d made love on multiple occasions and his body was almost conditioned to react when he was around her. He could tell she was disconcerted by the feel of his cock against her and he couldn’t resist sliding it against her supple form just to watch her squirm.
She considered trying to force her way out of his hold, but knew it would be pointless. This stranger was much stronger than her. Appealing to his sense of mercy also seemed like a waste of time; the Rakdos weren’t known for softer traits. Although he must be an emissary like she was, since he was at the party. There was a code of conduct in place presumably, and one he would be required to follow even if he didn’t want to.
“I’d suggest you get your vision checked,” she finally replied, gesturing around her at the numerous exotic females wandering through the glade. “There are plenty of women here for you to pursue who would welcome your attention. I’m just not one of them.”
Her confusing plate of men was full enough, thank you very much.
Jace narrowed his eyes at her, torn between pushing the issue proving she found his disguise attractive; and being relieved that she wasn’t taking things further with a complete stranger when he’d made his interest obvious. While he’d been unable to resist approaching her in disguise, he didn’t want her to actually fall at his feet when she didn’t know who he was. Did he? Giving himself a mental shake, he reluctantly loosened his grasp, although he made sure to slide his hands over every inch of her body that he could reach as he did it.
Lorissa scowled at the man’s impudent grin and she let out a gasp of surprise as his fingers trailed over the sides of her breasts and ass. Before she could deliver a scathing set down, he murmured, “Peace lady,” and bent over to kiss the top of her hand. “I am Ceren Beleja of the Rakdos clan. I have been to many of these gatherings and swear to you I don’t make a habit of fondling people.”
She snorted at his profession; not inclined to take the word of a wild Rakdos but aware she shouldn’t insult his guild at an event meant to promote cooperation. “I’ll forgive you in the interest of unity.”
His face remained unrepentantly sultry and his voice was swimming with innuendo when he said, “I’d be delighted to unite with you any time.”
She hastily withdrew her hand from his grasp, not used to being hit on at all. Men at work didn’t pay attention to her; they either envied or resented her due to her current favored standing. Jace had leaped straight into bed with her without any flirtations. Venser was too polite and formal to make a pass; she’d had no idea he was interested until recently when he’d kissed her. It had seemed out of the blue to her, but maybe she was just terrible at catching signals unless the guy was as obvious as this one.
“I’ll keep your generous offer in mind,” she murmured before glancing around her pointedly. “Well, it was…an experience meeting you, but I really should be sociable and introduce myself to some of the other emissaries. It’s my first time at something like this.”
“I know,” Jace answered her absently; enchanted by the faint blush on her cheeks and the delicious dress she wore. When she arched an eyebrow at him, he immediately realized his mistake; how would he know something like that? Damn hormones had made him careless. “I would have remembered seeing you.”
She felt her cheeks heat up even more at his continued attention, flustered and unsure how to handle it. She finally settled on giving him a slight smile and turned to make her escape. She nearly jumped out of her skin when his hand came to rest on her elbow and he began guiding her over to the crowd.
“You didn’t think I’d let you escape that easily, did you,” he teasingly admonished her. “Besides, what kind of gentleman would I be if I abandoned a lady in distress?”
“What if you happen to be the source of distress,” she muttered before she could stop herself, and then cringed when he gave a loud laugh of surprise.
Jace knew he should let her go on her way; he had no intention of pursuing her in his current disguise. But he just couldn’t bring himself to leave her company and he was pleased to be seeing this side of her. It was clear she was uncomfortable with male attention, which he was absurdly happy about. But she was also almost bitingly honest, something he rarely got to experience in life. He wanted to observe as many sides of her as he could and if she thought he was Ceren she was much more likely to be open since there was no history between them. So he ignored his nagging conscience and her gentle attempts to escape his grasp, and led her into the gathering of emissaries.
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