FinsFantasy

by Jocelyn Dex

“You suck,” she said, thinking that explained it all.

  “Hmmm. Sorry, I’ll try to do better,” he said, sarcasm dripping from his words. “But first you’ll have to tell me why I suck.”

  “‘Cause. Fucking mutant,” she huffed. “How can I…you… You suck. Wipe that shitty look off yer sexy face, fucker.”

  He folded his arms across his naked chest. “So, you came here to spew profanity at me. I appreciate the gesture.”

  She reached out and snatched his wrist, pulling him to the bed until he sat next to her. She pointed a finger in his face. “Why’d you do this to me?” She hiccupped.

  “What did I do to you?”

  “Dunno. Scrambled my brain or somethin’. I can’t be with you. It’s not right.”

  She grabbed his head and crushed his mouth to hers, then pushed him away. “See?”

  He shook his head. “No, I definitely don’t see.”

  She smacked him on the arm and fell back on the bed. “Well, ya should. Dumbass.” That was her last conscious thought as she fell back on his bed and closed her eyes.

  Fin had no clue what the fuck was going on with Navine. He was torn between laughing his ass off and putting his fist through a wall. Obviously, she was wasted but why the hell had she shown up on his doorstep, insulted him over and over and then kissed him?

  He shook her shoulders but her light snores didn’t cease. She was out. He pulled the covers around her and took a mind-numbingly cold shower. He debated on sleeping in another room but decided it best if he stayed with her. As drunk as she was, he worried she might wake up disoriented and panic.

  He dried off, threw on a pair of boxers and lay down on the opposite side of the bed from her. The urge to curl her into his body, almost irresistible but he figured if she woke up with him all over her, she’d flip out.

  Hours must have passed before he finally drifted to sleep.

  * * * * *

  The next morning, he awakened to the sweet sensation of a soft, feminine body curled around him. Navine had shifted during the night. One of her legs was lying across his midsection, one arm across his chest and her head lay on his shoulder.

  Desperate to savor the moment, he breathed shallowly and tried not to move a muscle but seconds later, Navine’s leg slid from his body and he barely held back a sigh, mourning the loss he figured was coming. What he wouldn’t do to wake up to this fantastic sensation every morning.

  Her hand traveled down his abdomen, finding his cock hard and ready. He gasped as her fingers inched under his boxers and grabbed his shaft. She squeezed and stroked. She must not be awake. As much as he’d like to lie there and enjoy, he certainly wasn’t going to take advantage of her while she was unconscious.

  “Navine,” he choked out. “Wake up.”

  “I’m awake,” she whispered and traced her tongue along the contours of his ear.

  He felt her heartbeat pound against his rib cage. His hips thrust against her grasp.

  “It’s me. Fin. Wake up.”

  She raised her head off his chest, her dilated pupils shocking him. “I know who you are and where I am. I need you.”

  He’d hoped to hear those words from her but never expected to. His heart swelled but it was short lived because her next words killed any elation he’d felt.

  “Need to feed.” He groaned as she licked his nipple, sending shivers straight to his dick.

  He’d interrupted her last night on her way out to feed. For whatever reason, she came here instead of feeding and passed out. So, yeah, she wanted him, needed him but not for the reasons he wanted.

  She crawled down the bed, grabbed his boxers and tore them from his body, then pulled up her skirt, grabbed her tiny red panties and ripped them off. Fin sat up but she shoved him back down and drew his cock into her mouth. Her tongue lapped at the sensitive underside of the head.

  Abruptly, Navine released his cock, climbed up his body and impaled herself on him in one fluid downward motion. Her dilated eyes closed and she stilled, seeming to savor the feeling. “Why do you feel so good?” she asked without opening her eyes.

  Slowly, she began rocking her hips, working his cock, her beautiful face contorting from pleasure.

  “Beautiful,” he whispered. He couldn’t tear his eyes from the erotic display—robe hanging open, exposing her nipples, skirt around her waist, her sweet shaved cunt swallowing his cock, black hair bouncing around her shoulders.

  This image would be burned into his mind, ruining him for other females, for eternity.

  “Look at me, Navine.” He wanted to know he wasn’t a faceless meal to her right now.

  She opened her eyes, completely black from hunger, arousal. Leaning forward, pressing her hands to his chest to support herself, she ground harder, faster against his quickening thrusts, their gazes locked together.

  Wrapping his arms around her back, he pulled her chest down to his, her lips to his. Her fingers curled in his hair almost painfully as their tongues thrust together.

  She broke the kiss, sitting up suddenly, eyes rolling into the back of her head as her gyrations became erratic, frenzied. She palmed her breasts and wailed as her body tensed, climax overtaking her.

  Seeing, feeling her pleasure rocked his foundation as semen tore from his balls up through his pulsing cock.

  Her nails dug into his hips as his semen spurted into her. Shuddering uncontrollably, she hung on until she’d received every last drop and then collapsed on top of him. They lay there in silence except for the pounding of their hearts and ragged breathing.

  Ten minutes must have passed before Navine rolled off him. His body protested losing her warmth, the feel of her soft skin on his. Before she bolted, he had to know why she’d come here last night. “Are you okay?”

  “I am now.”

  He rolled onto his side to face her. “What happened to you last night?”

  She stared at the ceiling as she answered. “Got drunk.”

  “Undoubtedly, but why’d you show up here?”

  She grabbed the pillow from under her head and covered her face with it. When a minute ticked by and she didn’t answer, he lifted the pillow. “Navine?”

  “Arrgh,” she huffed. “I don’t know.”

  “There must have been a reason.”

  “Why’d you come to the cabin?”

  “I told you. To say thank you for the gift.” If he wanted her to be honest with him, he’d have to be completely honest with her. “And because I missed you. I had hoped you’d ask me to stay.”

  “Then why’d you leave so abruptly?” She finally chucked the pillow from her face to the floor.

  “I felt like a fool and you didn’t seem interested. Now why did you show up here last night? You were rude.”

  She grimaced. “You should be used to that by now,” she joked.

  He sighed at her refusal to answer.

  “Okay,” she said. “When I saw Raimee and feather brat hanging all over you at the party I… I didn’t like it.”

  “And?” he prompted.

  “And it caught me off guard when you showed up at the cabin. Then you kissed me and left. I was confused.”

  “Confused about what?”

  “About why I wanted to rip their faces off and why I felt sad when you left.”

  “You wanted to rip their faces off?” And she’d felt sad? His breath caught. He didn’t dare let himself think she might have come around and wanted something with him.

  “Desperately.”

  Fin took her hand, his thumb caressing it. “Lymirie or feather brat as you call her, is my cousin. And Raimee? There’s nothing between us. We’re just friends and she—I don’t know why she was clinging to me. After you left, she stopped. Actually, she told me to go to you.”

  “It’s really not my business.” She tried to pull her hand away but he held on.

  “I want it to be your business. You must know that I feel…that I care for you. Please tell me why you came to see me last night, Navine. I need to know.�
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  She covered her face with her free hand, sucked in a breath, then let her hand flop back to the bed. “I wanted you but I didn’t want to want you. I tried to deny it but I missed you too. Baden told me you weren’t going to be at the party but there you were. I realized I wanted to see you again. But then she was hanging all over you and I had to leave.” She sucked in a deep breath. “It hurt.”

  Could this be it? She was jealous and hurt. Holy shit, was this what he’d been waiting for? His heart beat hard in his chest, his throat going dry as he put himself out there one more time. “Be with me, Navine.”

  She closed her eyes for long seconds and opened them again. “I don’t know if I can. I feel it would turn into so much more with you and it’s just—”

  “I know,” he scowled. “It’s not right. It’s not natural. It’s wrong. I’m a fucking mutant.” He jumped out of bed and stared down at her. “I’m done. A male can only take so many hits to his ego, to his heart. You’ve battered and beaten both of mine.” He scrubbed a hand through his hair. “Just go, Navine. I won’t seek you out again. And if you have a heart, you won’t seek me out again.” With that he strode to the bathroom, slammed the door and jumped in the shower, hoping to wash away some of the frustration, disappointment and hurt.

  Navine felt like a fucking bitch. What was her problem?

  As much as she tried to deny it, she wanted him and for more than sex and a feed. She wanted to heal his hurt and spend forever making him see how wonderful he truly was.

  If she left now, like he’d told her to, he might truly never see her again and the pain in her gut and in her chest, told her she couldn’t handle that. She cared for him and because of her bigoted ignorance, she’d done nothing but degrade him, hurt him.

  She strode to the bathroom and opened the door quietly. Her breathing turned ragged at the sight of his strong, muscled form through the shower door. She shed her clothes, gathered her courage and her determination, slid the shower door open and stepped inside.

  Fin stared at her for long seconds before squeezing his eyes shut, inhaling deeply, then opening his eyes again. “What the fuck are you doing, Navine? Are you deliberately torturing me? Do you hate me that much?”

  The pain and lust in his eyes tore at her. “I don’t want to torture you,” she said softly.

  “Then why are you doing this? Why are you here? You don’t want me.” He slicked wet hair away from his eyes. “You don’t want me enough anyway and I won’t settle for less.”

  Steeling herself, she placed her hands on his hard chest. “I think. No, I do.”

  “You do what? Are you still hungry? Is that it?” he sneered.

  She blanched at his acrid tone but pressed on. His skin twitched beneath her hands as she slid them around his back. “I do want you. I—I’ve been such an ass, so wrong.”

  His eyes were hard, cold. “I can’t play your games anymore. Leave me alone. Let me heal.”

  She wrapped her arms tighter around him, pressing her naked body into his. “I can’t,” she whispered. “No male has ever been kinder, more compassionate. No one has ever heated me the way you do.” She grabbed his hand and guided it to her pussy. His sharp intake of breath and pained expression, spurred her on. “You do this to me. More so than any other. I’m sorry for…everything.”

  His muscles tensed, a vein in his neck ticking. “Navine,” his voice was hoarse, raw, “don’t play with me.”

  She glided his fingers through her drenched slit. “Not playing. I need you.”

  “Only when you need a feed?”

  She shook her head, water bouncing from her slick hair. “I want to try for more with you.”

  He gripped her waist and backed her up against the shower wall, his hips securing her. His hand dipped back down to her wet, aching flesh and stroked. “But I’m an abomination, a mutant,” he whispered against her ear. His hot breath made her shiver despite the hot water sluicing over them. “I’m wrong, not worthy.”

  His thumb stroked her clit as two fingers plunged inside her. Her knees weakened but his body pushing against hers, held her in place.

  “So, tell me,” he insisted, “why would you lower yourself to be with me?”

  She struggled to answer. “I want… I care… You make me feel alive,” she choked out.

  “Alive?” His fingers thrust deeper, pressure building in her clit. “What else do I make you feel?” His teeth nipped at the sensitive spot at the bottom of her neck.

  “Cared for,” she gasped as he nibbled harder.

  “What else?”

  “Beautiful.”

  “Yes, you’re all those things to me. Tell me more.”

  “Cherished.”

  He added a third finger, her quivering cunt eager for more. “But you don’t make me feel the same. If you want me. Make me feel it, Navine. Make me forget how you treated me. Show me you truly want me. Make me feel cherished and cared for—not like a mutant.”

  How the hell could she show him? She wanted to, desperately. “Whatever you want,” she offered.

  His left hand slid around to her ass, slipping into the crack, and gliding downward until he found her tight entrance. His finger massaged the pucker. “What if I want to fuck you here again?”

  “Anything. Just touch me.”

  He spun her around so her back was to him. One hand caressed a firm breast, plucking at the nipple, the right hand slid to her dripping cunt. His warm breath tickled her ear. “I want all of you. Nothing less with appease my need, Navine.”

  She wriggled her ass against his erection in invitation.

  “That’s not what I mean.” He kissed down her neck and grazed her shoulder with his teeth. “Yeah, I want your body but I need this,” he moved his hand over her heart. “Do you understand?”

  She nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks. “You already have it,” she sobbed. “I’m so sorry.”

  “Shhh.” He turned her to face him and kissed her gently.

  “No.” She turned to him, not believing what she was about to say, but he deserved to know. She wanted to share her secret with him and only him and hope he wouldn’t reject her as she’d done him. “I have to tell you something. My father was a mixed breed. One of the demon traits dominated almost completely so no one else even knew but…” She looked down. “But he had Mus demon in his blood.” She covered her face with her hands.

  All Fin said was, “Okay.”

  “Okay? What do mean okay? That’s why I have those damn fangs. I’m a Sempire with fangs, Caffin. Fangs from a mutant demon! I spent all that time ostracizing you for being a mutant and I’m one too!”

  She stomped her foot and Fin fell apart, laughing. “Mus demons aren’t technically mutants, they just aren’t a very desirable species to most. Besides, I love your fangs.”

  “Really? You don’t think I’m gross now?”

  He shook his head. “Never.”

  More tears spilled down her cheeks.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I feel even worse now,” she sobbed. “You didn’t even blink when I told you my dirty family secret, and I was nothing but a horrid bitch to you about yours.”

  He chuckled softly and pulled her into his arms. “Would it make you feel better if I called you mutant and shunned you for a few days?”

  She thought about how awful that would make her feel and shook her head against his chest.

  “I wouldn’t have done it anyway. I never want to hurt you.”

  She pulled back so she could look him in the eyes. “I’ve never told anyone about that. Baden doesn’t even know about our father and he certainly doesn’t know I have fangs.”

  Fin finally realized the significance of her confession. It was a secret that she’d hidden from everyone her entire life, even her beloved brother, but she’d told him. She’d trusted him and only him with it.

  “Thank you for that,” he said and brushed a light kiss on her lips.

  “For what?”

  “For
making me feel special, trusted and cared for. You are my fantasy, Navine. I’ll never want another.”

  “My heart is yours. You stole it days ago but I was too stupid to see.”

  His eyes squeezed shut as he pulled her close, the breath humphing out of her. “Be sure,” his voice cracked. “Because once you give it, I won’t be able to let you go.”

  She returned his bone crunching embrace. “Please don’t.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  The next morning, Navine awakened feeling more content, safer and happier than she’d felt in months, years, ever. They’d teleported to the cabin after their shower and pleasured each other through the night.

  She’d found her passion. The male sleeping beside her, arm and leg thrown over her protectively. Yeah, she needed to find something that was all her own and she would, but for now, he was it. She still had a lot of making up to do for the way she’d treated him. She was glad he’d forgiven her but she still hadn’t quite forgiven herself.

  Carefully scooting from under his limbs, she sat up in the bed and stretched. As she was about to get up, strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her back down.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” Fin’s sleep-roughened voice asked.

  His half-mast lids and mussed hair didn’t detract from his sex appeal. She giggled and squirmed as he tickled her. “Nowhere,” she choked out between giggles.

  He rolled on top of her, kissing her deeply. She was breathless when he broke the kiss.

  “Hungry?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows.

  “Very, but,” she shot him a wide-eyed innocent look, “maybe we could eat a little breakfast first.”

  “Of course.” He gave her a peck on the forehead and got out of the bed.

  The sight of his taut, naked ass made her pause. Maybe breakfast could wait. She rolled out of the bed and he scooped her into his arms, carrying her to the door.

  “Naked breakfast?” she asked.

  He smiled and winked at her. “The best kind.”

  He dipped down a little so she could reach the door knob. She turned it and pulled the door open. Fin froze mid-step. Navine squealed. Among the multitude of balloons floating around the room, there stood Baden, Raimee, Araya, Kean, Valia and Rydin.