by Jocelyn Dex
“Don’t you want to live?” he implored.
“I do,” she choked out.
“Then why not try? Even if you think the rumor is bullshit, isn’t it worth a shot?”
“I can’t. I won’t. Not with you. Please go.”
He scrubbed a hand through his hair and walked to the door. “I’m going to sleep. You know where I’ll be if you change your mind.”
She punched her pillow when the door closed. Why the fuck had this happened to her? And who was she? Letting a mutant touch her, bring her to orgasm and her enjoying it so much, her returning the favor? The addiction must be affecting her in more ways than one, screwing with her common sense. Navine pulled the covers over her head, smashed her face in the pillow and quit fighting the confusing combination of relief and sadness, letting the tears flow.
Chapter Five
Fin lay in the bed staring at the ceiling. Damn that female. That beautiful, sensual, captivating, rude female. Why couldn’t she look past what he was and accept who he was?
Maybe he should leave her here alone, see if that made her change her mind. He couldn’t believe she’d truly rather die than to attempt the one and only thing they’d found that could save her. He had to believe the Incubus addiction was at least partially responsible for her aversion to him. All that repulsion couldn’t be because of what he was. At least, that’s what his bruised ego insisted.
He had already made progress with her though. A lot actually, considering she’d let him touch her, let him glide his fingers through her wetness. Damn, seeing her lying there, robe open, glorious naked body exposed, pleasuring herself. Had she been thinking about him? About the heated kiss they’d shared in the creek? Had she been visualizing their naked bodies melded together? He wished.
No, he wouldn’t leave her here alone, on the off chance she changed her mind. But hell, she was right, it was just a rumor. What if she finally decided to accept his semen and it didn’t work? Then she’d feel she’d tainted herself for nothing and would hate him even more. He didn’t want her to die. She desired him sexually, of that much, he was certain. But she was a Sempire, not to say Sempires would have sex with just anyone, but they did enjoy and thrive on their sexual encounters.
Fin’s cell phone rang, interrupting his thoughts. Baden’s name popped up on the screen. “Hey, Baden.”
“Any news? How’re things going?” he asked, a hopeful note in his voice.
Yeah, she was so consumed with her own pleasure, she forgot her disgust of me and jerked me off. “No significant news, but she hasn’t tried to kill me yet.”
His sigh came through loud and clear. “Well, that’s something.”
* * * * *
Fin awoke early the next morning, made himself some blueberry pancakes and a spiced cherry and plum smoothie for Navine. After a couple hours passed and she hadn’t come out of the bedroom, he wondered if maybe she’d sneaked away in the middle of the night.
He knocked lightly on the door. No answer. He opened the door and peeked in. She was tossing and turning, eyes closed, a fine sheen of sweat covering her brow. Concerned, he moved to her side. “Navine, wake up,” he said and gently touched her shoulder.
Her eyes snapped open and she shot straight up in the bed. “What’s happening?”
“I don’t know. Bad dream, maybe? You looked stressed and you’re sweating.”
She turned to him, her pupils dilating for a second before returning to normal. What the hell was that about?
She grabbed a tissue from the nightstand and wiped her brow. “What’re you doing in my room?”
“Was concerned when you didn’t come out for breakfast. You always sleep this late?”
She climbed out of bed and walked to the bathroom, turning back to him before closing the door and said, “Please go away.”
Fin tensed but noted that she’d actually said “please” and there’d been no real malice in her voice. Instead she’d sounded distracted. It was an improvement. He said, “Let me know if you need anything,” and left the room.
Navine felt like shit. Hot and sweaty and so very hungry. She turned the shower on and left it cold. She needed a jolt to cool her down, to wake her, to clear her head. For a brief second, she’d wanted Caffin’s cock in her mouth, wanted to drink him dry, his semen smelling like the most delicious bounty. It made no sense—shouldn’t be possible—but there was no denying the insane urge that had almost had her doing the unthinkable.
She stepped into the shower, gasping as the cold water flowed over her skin. God, she was so hot and not just temperature-wise. Trying to stop the squash the images of Caffin’s chiseled naked form was an effort in futility. She must’ve been dreaming and hadn’t been fully awake and that’s why she’d craved him.
But what if… The memories of jerking him off and his semen flowing over her hand flooded her mind. Could that have enacted a change in her? Had his seed tainted her in some way as she’d originally feared? Had he passed on some sort of mutant virus to her?
What had she been thinking? Extreme horniness or not, she should never have let him touch her, certainly she should never have touched him. Just what she needed, another male-caused sickness. Resting her forehead against the tiled shower wall, she shivered as the freezing water finally began to cool her overheated skin.
What had she done? What foul thing coursed through her body because of him? Navine could only hope it wouldn’t worsen and make her last couple of days alive even more unpleasant. And she damn well wouldn’t let anything like that happen again and would be locking her door from now on.
* * * * *
Fin heard the shower sounds from Navine’s room and decided to take a stroll in the woods. The trees were thick around the cabin but the sun blazed through the canopies. It was damn hot. Maybe he’d take a dip in the creek where he’d first seen Navine’s glorious nakedness. That memory led to the memory of her stroking him and had him readjusting his dick.
He didn’t know exactly why he was so enamored with her. Yes, she was a striking female, jet-black hair, plump but taut ass, but she was downright nasty to him. He should tell her to go fuck herself, have a nice life, all couple of days that are left of it, but he couldn’t do it. He wouldn’t do it. The thought of her dying made his heart ache. He’d rather her be alive and nasty to him than to never see her again.
He felt a connection between them even though that probably made him delusional. There was something there or could be if she’d simply give it a chance.
His family expected him to help her, assuming the rumor was true and he actually could help her, and so did Baden. Fin liked Baden. He fully intended to stop by Navie’s Pizza for a slice and a beer sometime soon. Although, if Navine died… Well, it wouldn’t exactly be Fin’s fault, but he’d feel like a failure anyway and wouldn’t be able to look Baden in the eyes.
Fin wished he knew what had sparked that desire for him in Navine’s eyes this morning so he could build on it. Maybe she simply hadn’t been awake fully and had been dreaming of someone else. Rather than the distress he’d assumed she was in, it could have been intense pleasure.
His cell phone rang as soon as he reached the creek. He answered.
“Hey brother o’ mine. How’s it hangin’?” Valia greeted him cheerfully.
“Not an appropriate question to ask your brother,” he chuckled.
“Ew. So true. I’ll rephrase. ‘Sup, bro?”
“Was about to take a dip.”
“Ooh. Sounds like things are improving on your end.”
“Uh, not what I meant. Dip as in jump in a creek and cool off.”
“Bummer. Look, I’m not sure if I can even do it but maybe I could, ya know, try to whip out my Sensus demon abilities and manipulate her aura. Make her want you.”
What a great idea, but so wrong at the same time. “I’m not comfortable with that. It’d essentially be forcing her to do something. Plus, you tend to only be able to do that when highly pissed or scared.”
; Valia snorted. “The pissed part shouldn’t be a problem around her.”
“It’s not right. She’d detest me more if I allowed that.”
“Who cares? If it saves—” She sighed. “You like her, dontcha? Like, really like her. Geez. You could do soooo much better.”
“Valia—” Fin started but she cut him off.
“Whatevs, I get it. My siblings suffer mental issues. My sister falls for an Incubus, my brother falls for a bitchy xenophobic twat.”
“You fell for a—”
“Hey, leave my Ferox demon outta this,” she laughed. “He’s awesome.”
“Yeah, abducted you and held you prisoner in the demon realm. Real awesome.”
“I like ‘em aggressive, whatcha gonna do? Anyhoo, the offer stands, so gimme a ring if ya change your mind. And hey, I’m missing your smoothies. Hurry it along already.”
“Appreciate the morally questionable offer, sis.”
She snorted again. “Morals are overrated. Love ya.”
“Love you too.”
It was a good idea and a bad idea at the same time. If he let Valia manipulate Navine’s aura to force her to accept him, it would be too much like… He shuddered. She’d suffered enough forcing at the Incubus’s hands. He couldn’t be a part of that. If it didn’t work, she’d curse him with her dying breath. If it did work, she’d feel tainted, abused and hate him more and he’d feel like too much of a piece of shit. Hell, he felt bad enough for simply forcing his presence on her, but at least she could walk away from him and slam a door between them. But she’d be alive, he reasoned.
He whipped off his shirt and tugged off his shorts, leaving them in a pile on the ground, then ran and cannon-balled into the water. Ah, that felt good. He heard the trill of his cell phone as he surfaced. He considered ignoring it, loving the cool, calming effect the water had on him but decided against it and grudgingly left the water to dig his cell out of his shorts’ pocket.
“Yeah?”
“Hey, Fin,” Baden’s voice greeted him.
“No news yet.”
“Yeah, I figured but wasn’t calling for that. I was thinking about stopping by around lunch time with some pizza and beer. You guys up for that?”
“I can’t speak for your sister but sounds good to me.”
“Give me a sec.” There was a thirty second pause. “Yeah, she’s good with it.”
“That astral projection sure is a handy skill.”
“Yeah, it definitely has its advantages. Any preference on pizza toppings?”
“Nah, surprise me.”
“Okay, see ya in a couple hours.”
Fin considered jumping back in the water but ended up teleporting back to the cabin to check on Navine.
She gasped when he appeared. She sat on the porch swing sipping the smoothie he’d made for her, one knee pulled to her chest, one foot rocking the swing gently back and forth. Her eyes widened as she took in his appearance, dripping wet wearing only black boxer briefs. Her gaze lingered at his crotch, pupils dilating as they had this morning.
She snapped her eyes up to his face. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Took a swim. Didn’t think to take a towel.” He knew he shouldn’t but couldn’t resist saying, “See something you like?”
Navine took a sip of the smoothie, effectively avoiding his gaze, swallowed and shocked him by answering, “You’re nice to look at,” she paused, then added, “for a mutant.”
After recovering from the shock of her pseudo-compliment, he remembered his threat to her. She’d called him a mutant again. He dropped his clothes to the ground, shook some more of the water from his hair, and walked up the porch steps, his gaze drilling into her.
Navine hopped off the swing and backed away as he approached but the porch railing foiled her escape as he closed in on her. He caged her in, grasping the railing on either side of her. “I warned you.”
He wasn’t really going to do it this time, not unless she wanted him to. He expected her to fight, to cuss, to stomp her foot, but she stood there peering up at him, gold eyes glinting with fear, disgust and lust. There was no missing that lust. Was this it? Was she ready to accept him, to put aside her repulsion of what he was and use him to cure her addiction?
Lowering his lips to a mere inch from hers, the scent of spiced cherries rose up to tease him and he couldn’t wait to taste her.
She pressed her lips together defiantly as he held her face, her gold eyes boring into his for what seemed an eternity. Relief and hunger consumed him as her lips suddenly parted, inviting him to take her mouth. She tensed as their lips met but when he teased and traced her lips, she opened to him, receiving his tongue and meeting it tentatively at first, then surprising him as her arms wrapped around his neck.
Navine pulled back and said softly, “Take the bracelet off my wrist.”
Ah, so that was her game. “No,” he said as he took her lips again. And she didn’t stop him as she fisted his hair, matching his intensity.
Navine’s plan had been to seduce him into removing the bracelet. Make him think she’d changed her mind, decided to give in. But when his toned, almost naked body sauntered up to her, the intent smoldering in his eyes, she’d wavered, a heat rising inside her just like this morning. His scent invaded her, stormed through her body and mind. She didn’t know how it was possible but she didn’t care at this moment.
She didn’t want to think, she just wanted to feel, to take, to receive. The moisture from his swim soaked through her thin robe, tightening her nipples. Her body arched of its own accord, pressing them tighter against his muscular chest. Her pussy heated, tingled and she wanted his hand gliding between her legs again.
As if reading her mind, one of his hands glided down her side and reached around and cupped her ass, pulling her closer. His erection pulsed between her legs. His lips broke away to kiss down her neck, lingering at the sensitive hollow at the base.
He released her ass and slid his hand around to the front, hesitating a moment, maybe to give her a chance to object. She should but couldn’t form the words or muster the strength to push him away. This was so much different than anything she’d experienced in the last six months, other than the short moment they’d shared last night. She reveled in the tenderness, the passion, his dedication to saving her.
When his fingers skimmed across her pussy, she shivered and gasped as fervid sensations rippled through her.
“I want you, Navine.”
His whispered plea, warm breath against her ear, made her clit pulse. She desired him so intensely and knew she’d regret it but nothing could stop the storm brewing inside her.
Without warning, she stiffened, her desire fleeing as quickly as it had appeared. Oh her body was still on fire but her mind cleared. His scent mutated, no longer luring her in, tempting her, calling out to her Sempire cravings. Mutated… Mutant…
She struggled, shoving at his chest. His lust heavy eyes searched hers, questioning at first, then glinting with anger, disappointment.
“What happened?” he asked through clenched jaw.
“I don’t—” she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to calm the lust-storm brewing between them. “I don’t want you.”
“Liar,” he said, a wicked grin curving his lips. “Your body betrays your mind. It craves my touch. Give in to me, Navine and I’ll lick your luscious cunt before sliding inside you, filling you, feeding you my seed.”
She didn’t know what had happened. One minute she’d been overwhelmed with the delicious scent of him, the next, it’d disappeared. Had that not happened, she’d probably have let him fuck her, right there on the porch. Part of her was repulsed at what she’d almost allowed to happen, the other hated her for stopping, wanting him to finish what he’d started.
She’d already allowed him to bring her to climax once, why not again? But that’s when he’d begun affecting her more, differently. It had to be because his semen had touched her skin. It was infecting her, drawing h
er in. Shit, maybe he could cure her addiction but what if his mutant semen somehow tainted her, addicted her or worse. No one knew the outcome. She could end up worse off, a slave to him, if she gave in.
Ducking under his arm, she left him standing there alone and hurried into the cabin. She ran into her room, locking the door behind her. Another cold shower was in order to gain control over her wanton desires. She believed him about males not being his thing. The way he kissed her, touched her just right, left her no doubt he had experience with females. And plenty of them. Why did that thought annoy her?
Chapter Six
Fin considered running after her. Instead, he grabbed his clothes off the ground, stormed into his room and took a shower, relieving his sexual frustration in the process. He wished he knew what drove her, what pushed her to lose herself to him if only for a few minutes.
The first time, he attributed to pure horniness. She’d been halfway there when he walked in naked. He hadn’t thought it at first but she did appreciate his appearance. The way her eyes had raked over his body when he’d appeared in front of the porch, the way her gaze lingered on his cock and her pupils had dilated. Finally, an ego boost instead of ego buster from the female.
He stepped out of the shower and toweled himself dry, then grabbed black cargo shorts and a black tee from his bag. If only he wasn’t a mutant, he was sure she’d take everything he offered and give just as much in return. Her passionate kiss, the way her body had arched into his… Damn, if he didn’t stop thinking about it, he’d have to take another shower.
Fin stepped into the living area and debated on what to do next. He wished he’d have brought himself some decent beer because he surely wasn’t opposed to a buzz at this moment. Baden said he’d bring beer but he didn’t want to wait. He knocked lightly on Navine’s door.
“Go away,” she answered, not surprising him in the least.