by Jocelyn Dex
“Fluffy handcuffs, pink dildo—”
“Come on,” he chuckled.
“I dunno. Lingerie maybe? She’s pretty close to my size. Raid my closet. Waaay in the back to the right, I have a buncha stuff, never worn, tags still on.”
“Don’t think she’d appreciate that sort of gift from me. Well, she probably wouldn’t appreciate any kind of gift from me but I figure it’s worth a shot.”
“If ya don’t like my suggestions, ask Baden. He knows her better than anyone.”
“Good idea. Thanks Valia.”
“Smooches.”
He called Baden and right away Baden suggested he pop over to Navie’s pizza and grab a six pack of cherry beer for her. Baden owned the pizza joint and had named it after his sister. Fin had been repulsed by the sound of cherry beer but apparently Navine loved the stuff so he teleported to Navie’s. Baden was busy when he arrived but one of the employees had the beer ready for him. He thanked the employee, grabbed the six pack and teleported back to the cabin.
Chapter Four
Fin put the food and cherry beer in the fridge, hiding the beer behind some fruit so he could surprise her with it. He looked for Navine in every room and worried when he couldn’t find her. Had she figured out how to remove the bracelet? Had she decided to walk the forty miles to the nearest town? Shit. He wasn’t losing her twice in one day.
He ran outside circling the cabin, looking for signs of her. He ventured deeper into the woods, making wider circles each round. He was about to call Baden when he caught the faint whiff of cherries. Ten feet in front of him, her clothes hung off a bush. What the hell?
He cautiously crept toward the bush. When he reached it, he saw a wide, stone-lined creek in the clearing. He spotted Navine and his cock jerked at the ravishing scene before him.
She floated on her back, sun shining on her rosebud nipples that peeked above the water, her legs splayed open giving him a clear view of her shaved pussy. Goddamn, how he’d love to shed his clothes, stride into that water, bury his face between her legs and feast until he’d lapped up every last drop of her pleasure.
Before he knew his intentions, he’d shed his shirt and shucked out of his jeans and underwear. He strode to the water’s edge and dove in. Navine shrieked as he surfaced next to her.
Startled, she lost her concentration, went under and came up sputtering. “What are you doing out here? I was enjoying myself. Go away.”
His wicked grin and his muscled bare chest made her breath catch in her throat. She tore her gaze from those broad, powerful shoulders. Damn him for looking so fine.
“I’d like to help you enjoy yourself even more,” he said, his voice rough with lust. She scented him too, his semen, even in the water. She wondered if it would appeal to her if she wasn’t suffering addiction. No, it wouldn’t, she told herself. He was an abomination, tainted, wrong.
“Not gonna happen, mutant. Besides, you wouldn’t know how to please me. Considering what you are, males must be your thing.”
He was on her before she knew what was happening, kissing her. A punishing kiss, rough and hungry but disturbingly pleasing.
His body crashed against hers. Feeling his hard cock press against her abdomen brought her to her senses and she tried to shove him away. His arms tightened around her, she couldn’t budge him and he was too close for her to kick his balls. She panicked when her pussy tingled, flooding with wetness. Visions of wrapping her legs around his waist and sinking onto that thick cock swamped her mind.
No, she didn’t want him touching her. She couldn’t want that. So why am I kissing him back? She started struggling again and this time he let her go so suddenly she stumbled backward. Her knees weak, she’d have fallen down if not for the buoyancy of the water.
“My name is Fin. Caffin if you want to be formal. No more insults or derogatory words. From now on, you’ll call me by my name. If not, you’ll get a repeat performance of that kiss.”
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as if disgusted that his lips had touched hers. “Touch me again and I’ll gut you.” She’d almost said “abomination”, but the look on his face told her he’d meant what he said, and she didn’t trust herself to fight him again. She was horny and needed release, not to mention a feed. Those were especially powerful draws for a Sempire and she couldn’t chance losing control with him.
She waded from the water, grabbed her clothes off the bush and stomped back to the cabin without so much as another glance in his direction.
* * * * *
Navine jumped in the shower, needing to wash off the feelings Fin or Caffin—whatever—had elicited in her. She shouldn’t be turned-on by him. It wasn’t natural. She scrubbed herself until her skin turned pink, then dried off quickly and wrapped herself in a red satin robe and flopped down on the bed.
Her stomach growled when she heard the whirring of the blender. Even though she’d hoped he’d left, she wondered if he was making a fruit smoothie. The mutant had skills in that area. She smirked, maybe she couldn’t call him names to his face, but he couldn’t stop her from doing it in her mind.
When her stomach growled again, she left the room to see if he’d made anything for her. Disappointment and surprise set in when she saw he was boiling pasta and peeling shrimp.
“Hungry?” he asked.
“Not for that. Why are you cooking that? Sempires only eat fruit.”
His eyebrows raised.
“Well you know what else we feed on.” She looked away when her face heated.
“We?” He shook his head. “You, not me. I can eat just about anything.”
“How is that possible?” She eyed him. It was more proof of him being a mutant.
Fin shrugged and went back to peeling the shrimp. “I made you a spiced-cherry smoothie and a fruit platter. It’s in the fridge.”
She excitedly opened the fridge and snagged the smoothie and fruit platter piled high with cherries, plums, pineapple, raspberries and carried it to the coffee table in the living area. He’d even made a cherry dipping sauce. Yum. She sat cross-legged on the floor and devoured the delicious feast.
He came out of the kitchen and set his bowl of shrimp pasta and a cherry beer on the coffee table and sat on the floor across from her.
“Mind if I eat here?”
“Well, you already sat down and I’m almost done anyway.” Her eyes widened and she licked her lips when she spotted the beer. “Where’d you get that?” She wanted to snatch it from him.
“Stopped by your brother’s place and grabbed it.”
“You only got one?”
He shrugged, opened the beer, took a swig and looked like he was about to spit it out. He pushed the beer across the table toward her and grimaced. “How can you drink that nasty shit?”
She snatched the bottle, wiped the top but then set it back down, looking despondent.
One of his eyebrows rose. “Problem?”
“I can’t believe you wasted that,” she pouted. “It’s sooo good.”
“Oh, I get it. Don’t want to drink after the mutant.”
Her eyes widened and she leaned back from the table, looking as if she was about to bolt. “I didn’t say that.”
She must be worried he’d make good on his threat of kissing her again. Shit. How much could his ego take?
He shook his head, forced a smile on his face. “So rude,” he mumbled around a forkful of pasta. “There are five more in the fridge. Help yourself.”
She jumped up eagerly, grabbed a bottle, twisted off the cap and took a long swig. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she made an “aahhh” sound. To his surprise, she sat back down on the floor across from him to finish her fruit. He assumed she’d run away.
After taking another swig, she asked, “You brought this for me?”
“Well, I sure as hell don’t want it.”
Eyeing him suspiciously, she said, “Getting me drunk won’t work.”
He scowled at that. Her low opinion of him just
kept getting lower. If she really thought he’d intentionally get her drunk so he could take advantage of her…well, it didn’t get much worse than that and his stomach churned. “Not trying to get you drunk, just make you happy.”
Some emotion crossed her face, but she looked away and sipped her nasty beer.
After a moment, she turned back to him. “So, you can eat whatever you want and you have green eyes instead of gold. What else is wrong with you?”
“Wrong with me?” He sighed and pointed to his eyes. “Contacts.”
So, he did have gold Sempire eyes. She absently wondered if they were sharp and piercing or soft and caring. “Why wear contacts?”
“Well, as you so frequently point out, I’m considered an abomination. Until a couple weeks ago, my mother and one of her guards were the only ones who knew my true nature. My sisters didn’t even know they had a brother. I figured it best to continue wearing the contacts around you, seeing as how what I am freaks you out so much—one less reminder.”
He twirled more pasta around his fork and stabbed a shrimp before taking a bite.
“They couldn’t sense what you were?” she asked, truly curious. She couldn’t imagine being in his place, being a mutant and living with siblings who had no idea who she truly was.
Shaking his head, he said, “My mother contracted a witch to cloak my essence.”
“Wow. That must have been hard for you. Not being able to share in your sisters’ lives as their brother.” Did she actually feel bad for him? Well, so what. It didn’t change anything.
He shot her a surprised look and said, “Yes, it was but at least we were close.”
“They weren’t disgusted and ashamed when they found out?”
His fork clattered into his half-empty bowl as he scowled at her. “No. You seem to own the market on that.”
She didn’t know why he was getting pissed at her. She was just asking questions and it wasn’t her fault he was a mutant. Geez. She might as well go for broke on the questioning. “So, how many cocks have you sucked?”
He pushed off the floor, dumped his bowl in the kitchen sink and strode to the bedroom next to Navine’s. He stopped and said, “Your scent is thick in there,” he jerked his head in the direction of Navine’s room, “so I’ll be taking this room. I’m suddenly weary.” He stepped inside and slammed the door behind him.
Well, now she knew how to get rid of him, for a while at least. Although, she had to admit, he piqued her curiosity and she wanted to ask more questions. Too bad he was being a baby. She hadn’t been trying to be an ass with the cock comment. Well, maybe a little, but excuse her. Sempires were sexual beings who needed semen. It was logical to assume sucking cock was in his repertoire.
She shrugged to herself and downed the rest of the beer. Navine finished her fruit, put the dishes in the dishwasher and grabbed another beer. She loved the taste, not to mention loved the way it warmed her insides and made her giggly.
Unfortunately, she was too tired to enjoy it, so she decided to lie down for a while. Not only was she was tired, she was frustrated and even though she’d been trying to ignore it, she was damn scared. She didn’t want to die and damn sure didn’t want to spend her last two days being held captive by a mutant. Caffin, the gorgeous mutant.
She flopped down on her bed and buried her face in the pillow. Fucking Debol, the Incubus piece of shit. He’d been a cruel, violent captor. She shuddered, thinking of the things he’d done to her, made her do. She’d suffered endlessly that six months he’d kept her imprisoned. She’d learned quickly to play his games and do as she was instructed because the consequences of not doing so were beyond horrible.
He’d beaten her, sexually assaulted her and starved her. Once, he’d denied her his semen for five days. She shuddered at the memory. The pain that had racked her body had been insane. On the fifth day, she was minutes away from death—maybe seconds. She’d been so weak and miserable, she welcomed it. She couldn’t move a single muscle, couldn’t open her eyes, was barely able to pull the slightest bit of air into her lungs.
He’d come to her, told her what a useless creature she was, then fed her his vile semen. She’d strengthened quickly but cried, knowing that was the sort of life she had to look forward to until one day, he did let her die.
When Valia’s male had killed him, Navine had freaked out, knowing that action had doomed her to death. But she’d also been ecstatic, elated, watching the bastard die.
Wiping the tears she just realized were coating her face, she flipped over and flicked on the TV, wanting a distraction from those thoughts. If she only had a couple days to live, she didn’t want to waste them dwelling on such ugliness.
Crap. Every channel she flipped to showed images of people having sex or about to have sex. Another thing she didn’t want to think about right now but her mind drifted to earlier in the creek. Caffin’s hard body pressed against hers. How her body had responded to his thick cock melded to her abdomen. She shouldn’t be thinking about him like that but fantasizing was okay, right? In her fantasies, he could be anything she wanted him to be.
Her fingers slid between her wet lips and she stroked slowly.
Fuck. Navine’s arousal slammed into Fin’s nose, instantly hardening his dick. He jumped off the bed immediately and stood outside her door, debating on knocking, debating on barging in. In either scenario, he expected the outcome to involve yelling and possibly punching, but he could hope for the best, couldn’t he?
He finally decided to take full advantage of the situation. She might think him disgusting, a mutant, but her body had craved his in the creek. He’d known the moment she went wet between those gorgeous legs.
Deciding to go in bold, he stripped out of his clothes and opened the door. Her eyes were squeezed shut, legs spread, one knee bent, fingers sliding between her glistening pussy lips. His dick jerked at the incredible sight. She was a fantasy female, he’d never witnessed such an intriguing, rapturous sight. He yearned for her and couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his fingers around his shaft, stroking slowly as he moved toward her. When he sat on the bed beside her, her eyes flew open as she shrieked.
“What the fuck are you doing? Get out!” Jesus, Caffin was a fine specimen of male, cock standing thick and proud. She couldn’t tear her gaze from the hand stroking it and her already burning desire, burned hotter. Why’d he have to be a mutant?
“Let me pleasure you, Navine. I’m not pressing the semen issue. Just let me show you, I won’t taint you. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”
“Get out,” she said and cringed at the soft, breathy, wanton tone of her voice.
“I assure you, I’m capable of pleasuring you,” he said. His husky tone, full of desire, caused her clit to throb erratically. “Males are not my thing.”
He reached a hand out as if to stroke her stomach. She grabbed it, intending to break his fingers, but her throbbing clit had other ideas. She hadn’t been touched by a male since the Incubus. She’d love to be touched pleasurably, wipe the horrible, abusive acts from her mind. Mutant or not, she’d only seen kindness in Caffin’s eyes and knew he wasn’t capable of treating her as Debol had.
She closed her eyes and moved his hand to her pussy, now dripping wet. She needed to come so badly, it consumed her mind, controlled her body at this moment. Why not use him? She hadn’t spontaneously combusted or broken out in hives or grown horns after he’d kissed her in the creek. Surely, his hand on her pussy for a few moments wouldn’t do any of those things either.
She groaned as his fingers dipped into her wet entrance, then stroked up and across her engorged clit, stoking the fire burning inside her. Her body writhed at his skilled touch. He seemed in tune with her body, knowing when to stroke harder, faster, slow down and build the pressure. Six months without a kind, pleasing touch and every fiber of her being was eating this up.
Without thought, she grabbed his cock, gripping harder and stroking faster as her pleasure increased. His surpris
ed gasp and groan of approval sent shivers down her spine, her nipples hardening as her body climbed the summit, close to falling over the edge. The scent of his semen increased as he neared climax, but it still didn’t tempt her, the addiction keeping her from wanting any other males’ seed. But oddly, it didn’t exactly repulse her either.
“Navine,” he said, sounding like he spoke through gritted teeth. “If you want to change your mind…” He let the statement hang.
She knew what he meant, could tell he’d find release in a moment. But no, she wouldn’t change her mind. Allowing him to touch her was not the same as accepting a part of him inside her.
“Oh yeah,” she breathed as he thrust two fingers inside her, then resumed stroking her clit faster. “That’s it. Don’t stop.”
Caffin groaned, his cock hardening to steel as she felt warm gooey liquid flow over her hand. It tingled as it coated and heated her skin to an almost painful level.
Her muscles contracted, hips lifted off the bed and sank back down as her body exploded from his expert ministrations. She writhed, fingers fisting the blanket as the orgasm seemed to split her open, expose her nerves, suck the air from her lungs.
When she calmed, Caffin slumped beside her on the bed. As her breathing returned to normal, so did her brain. “You can leave now,” she said.
His eyes narrowed as he pushed off the bed, glaring down at her. He bowed mockingly, “Glad I could be of service.”
She grabbed some tissues from her nightstand and wiped her hand. “It’s not like you didn’t get anything out of it.”
He squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath, exhaling forcefully, then sat back down on the bed next to her. She scooted over putting more distance between them. “Navine, we just brought each other to climax, gave each other pleasure. Your skin hasn’t melted, you haven’t grown a tail. I’m not poison.”
He was right and she couldn’t deny her body enjoyed his touch, had reveled in it. Would like to enjoy it again. But experiencing that left her vulnerable, emotionally exposed. The urge to break down in tears threatened to swamp her and she didn’t want to share that with anyone, especially not him.