CHAPTER 8
“Come here.”
Cat’s gasp flew out at those two words. Biology, biology, biology. This was happening. Now. Oh my God. Marriage business. Birds and the bees. Professional training.
She forced herself off the chair and stopped before his, biting all the dumb things on her tongue while praying he didn’t ask to see her. She was not ready for that.
“I need to see you.”
The soft lilt in his voice held a force so compelling, she found herself undoing her shorts like her body had grown a separate brain. She panicked at remembering she had no panties. She wasn’t big on them except when absolutely required. What if he thought that was backwoods dirty? She let them fall to her ankles and his eyes locked on her secret. His head angled barely. “You don’t wear panties.”
The statement stole her breath. Observation? Question? Judgment? Disappointment?
“I wasn’t… ever a fan unless they’re necessary,” she could only whisper. “But I can wear them.”
He barely shook his head, still staring between her legs. “If you don’t like them, don’t wear them.” His gaze rose to her chest. “I need to see all of you.”
She fought the tremble in her hands as she removed the T-shirt then undid the clasp at the front of her bra, sliding out of it. Not even ropes could keep her arms from covering her chest which earned his burning gaze on hers.
He stared at her until she couldn’t breathe. She wanted so bad to close her eyes but was stuck in his and they were scorching her alive. She swallowed when he released her from it and returned his attention between her legs. Her heart did a mean number on her chest in the silence as she desperately wished she knew his thoughts. Was he disappointed? Was there anything he liked about her? Nothing at all?
He reached out and he stroked only the hair on her privates with the backs of his fingers, bringing her loud gasp.
“You’re okay,” he assured as she wet her dry lips while he continued stroking softly. He slid his middle finger between her legs, still only touching the hair. He was so close to that outrageously hot spot now. Those moans from the tub were there again. His finger reached near her butt then he drew it back toward him. It barely slipped between her folds, bringing a loud gasp. More than one this time. She couldn’t stop them.
He touched that spot finally and shock froze everything but the sounds flooding out. He turned his gaze up, making her realize she was watching his face. He was soGod-blessedgorgeous. “Feels good here?” he asked softly, barely stroking the spot while she struggled not to pass out. It was getting too hot.
Her legs shook with every delicate stroke till she feared falling. “I…I can’t…” she barely got out around all the other sounds.
“Sit,” he ordered, taking hold of her waist and guiding her on his lap. He made her face him, putting her knees on either side of his legs. She was wide open.
He stared between her legs as she crushed her breasts with her own arms, watching his beautiful hands slide along her inner thighs. “Keep them open for me.”
Oh God his thick, silky voice pelted her blood. Keep them open for me. “Okay,” she managed, remembering to be capable and mature.
This time when he touched her, he used more fingers. Lord of all, he was starting over, gliding softly over the surface till she was desperate and trembling, hands white-knuckled against her body. She sounded like…she didn’t know what, but surely it was wrong. And she was moving her hips! “I’m sorry,” she shot out, sure she was embarrassing herself.
“Sorry,” he said, his gaze moving up her body. He pulled one of her hands free and laced her fingers in his while his other twirled in her opening. He brought her hand to his shoulder as he pushed inside her, his hot gaze on the one breast exposed.
She held on to his shoulder as he slid his touch over her hip and around her butt, feeling the shape of her while he worked his finger deeper still. She couldn’t stop from looking down at what he was doing, no longer caring about sex rules or the endless moans pouring from her. She only cared about getting him to touch that spot now throbbing terribly.
His hand moved back up her side and cupped her breast, gently feeling it, stroking the shape with his fingers.
He was all the way inside her now, moving firmly against the very bottom. She felt drunk from the heat, the pleasure creating a terrible need. “Please,” she croaked, moving her hips more.
He suddenly gripped her breast harder and leaned, covering the nipple with his beautiful mouth. She was lost to the sight and feel, holding his head in her hands, sinking her fingers in his hair. His pressed deeper still inside her, finally bringing pressure against that aching bud. She let go a long moan, reaching between her legs to help him find what he kept nearly touching.
“Yes,” she gasped when he created more friction on the throb as he fingered her harder, hot grunts edging his breaths with every thrust, every suck on her breast. God, seeing and hearing how much he liked it made her a million times hotter. “Ethan…I need…”
“Yes, you fucking need.” He scraped her nipple with his teeth, making her cry out and flick her hips harder. “Tell me what you need.”
“I…I don’t know.”
“Yes, you fucking know. Tell me what you need,” he commanded.
“I need…” Her moans took over again. “Touch me. More.”
He lowered his other hand between her legs and finally gave her exactly what she begged for.
“Ethan,” she shot out, holding his head in her hands and pulling his mouth back to her breast. He opened wide, sucking half of it with a groan as he stabbed the very core of her so deep and hard, the other finger creating a volcano at that wonderful spot. It suddenly surged, thrusting her up. “Ethan!” she cried as the massive pressure broke inside her and carried her on a wave of pleasure so intense, she could only hang on to him.
“God, you are fucking beautiful,” he gushed, wrapping one of his arms around her as she rode the ecstasy on and on.
His name was on her lips with every breath and cry, and it was the most beautiful divinity she’d ever heard.
She gradually returned to earth in the sweetest aftermath, her body a lifeless pile of humming mush. Then came a fog slowly rolling in bringing uncertainty and worry. Her body and soul said the right thing was to curl up against him and never move again. But her mind said that wasn’t right. That wasn’t their agreement.
She suddenly remembered the entire purpose of that glorious experience. To teach her what an orgasm was. And he had. Now it was done.
She felt him trying to move her and she quickly climbed off, hurrying to grab her clothes, terrified to look at him. Look and see in those beautiful eyes what already crushed the bones in her chest. He didn’t really want her. Not like that.
****
“Felix,” Nitro murmured, collapsing onto the bed as the room spun.
“What’s wrong?” she whispered sharply, raising up on her elbow. “Are you okay?”
“Soooo fucking dizzy,” he groaned.
She sucked in a quick breath. “Crap!” She flew out the bed. “Lesion left medicine, told me to be sure and give it to you! Oh my God, I’m so stupid,” she said, already halfway down the stairs.
“I’m fine,” he murmured, the ring in his ears making him wince.
The thump of bare feet on the stairs returned as he struggled to sit up.
She hurried over, sitting with a small bag. “He said to give you one of these. Right in your arm.”
He sat there, swaying. “How fucking long did I sleep?”
“Many hours. Okay, giving you the shot,” she softly warned, stroking the muscle on his shoulder.
“Mmm,” he winced then grit his teeth as his shoulder filled with a dense ache followed by liquid fire.
“Sorry,” she moaned.
“Fuck, it burns,” he muttered, groaning as he held his jaw together, riding the growing wave of whatever the fuck that was. He angled a look at the small black bag on the bed. “Fuck was that?”
“I have no idea,” she whispered, putting the syringe back in the bag.
Nitro reached in and pulled out a vial of golden liquid. No labels.
He laid back on the bed with a groan, rubbing the burning ache in his shoulder.
She climbed on him and straddled his waist, removing her blouse. Biting her lower lip, she slid her fingers over his chest and it felt like knife blades dipped in lava. He snatched her wrists with a seethe, moving her hands off him. A strange, vibrating heat slowly spread through him, pushing at his skin from the inside.
“Fuck,” he said alarmed, moving her off him as that soft vibrating heat continued to increase.
“What’s wrong?”
He launched off the bed, his chest feeling too full, the muscles turning harder. “I think I’m having a reaction to whatever you gave me.”
Muscles began to spasm, starting in his feet then crawled their way slowly up, filling him with panic.
“What should I do?” she gasped, scared. “H-he- didn’t tell me anything, he just said to give it!” She hurried and got the phone while Nitro paced, his body and blood getting ever fucking hotter, his muscles strangling his own bones like they wanted to crush them.
“Give me the phone,” he barely managed as his lungs took on the ripple of heat till his every breath shook with growls.
She shot to him and he snatched it, searching his contacts. “Fuck,” he grit, his fingers trembling.
“Talk to me, please,” she begged, her voice tight.
Her fear rode his skin like fire ants as he hit Lesion’s number.
“Are you hurting, what are your symptoms?”
He put the phone to his ear, focusing on getting his breath in and out of his lungs.
“Is there a-a-a fever?”
Fucking voice mail.
“Maybe you should drink some water to dilute whatever it was. Oh God, what if I gave it wrong?”
An angry, itching agitation filled his muscles, making him stalk across the room as he located Bishop’s name.
“Should I get some water?”
“Shut the fuck up!” he roared at her. His jaw clamped down hard as he fought the surge of panic and growing energy filling him up too quickly. “Something’s wrong, I don’t know what it fucking is,” he gasped. “Find Seth.”
She hurried and put her shirt on and the idea of Seth seeing her launched him to the door where he slammed a hand on it while eyeing her, frozen in the middle of the floor, wide eyes on him.
“Nitro?” she whispered.
His hands shook as he grabbed his cock, holding it in both hands. “I need to…” He forced himself against the wall at feeling a tidal wave of feral lust flood his balls and cock, then everything else in him. He eyed her, unable to unhinge his jaw to tell her to fucking run. His eyes lowered over her, and he bared his teeth, needing to rip the clothes from her body.
He clenched his eyes, trembling through visions of blood and sexual assault. “What… the fuck did you give me?” he bellowed around growls. “I want…your fucking…blood,” he forced out between clenched teeth.
Fuck, he needed to move off that door. He turned his gaze to the window, wanting to run and jump out of it to get away from her. He was going to hurt her. It wasn’t a fear, it was a fucking fact. He remembered the window had a roof right below it. “The…window,” he grit at her, feeling his hold on his body and mind slipping.
She stared in confusion then spun to it, yanking it open. She looked back at him, terror and worry crimping her face.
“Go!” he roared at her.
The second she disappeared from his sight, all hell broke loose in his body, filling him with a single insane directive. Hunt Felix. Feed his every hunger. And kill anything that tried to stop him.
****
“Lesion, something’s wrong with Nitro,” Bullets said. “You better get over there, Seth said he’s gone nuts after Felix gave him something in a syringe.”
Lesion shot up from his desk at hearing that. “Be there in five minutes.” He grabbed his sleepy-time-darts and medical bag, yelling “Tully, stay here, do not leave.”
“What’s wrong?” she called from in the bathroom.
“Something’s wrong with Nitro. I’m going help him. Go to Madam Hag if you need anything do you understand me!” he ordered, needing to make sure she knew how serious he was.
Her head poked out the bathroom, eyes wide and worried. He raced over and pressed his lips against hers.
“Do you understand? My anger belongs to my fear of losing you, that’s all. I love my angel.” She nodded a lot, and he gripped her jaw, forcing his tongue into her soft mouth before ripping himself away.
As he ran down the pier, he mapped out the quickest route to Nitro then hopped on his Swamp Dragon, needing all the speed he could get. He quickly dialed Nitro once he was on the water, getting a voice mail. He remembered Seth and found his number, hitting it.
“Where is Felix?” he asked the second he answered.
“Hiding,” he whispered.
Fuck this was bad. “Is she near you?”
“No. I’m in a fucking bird cage, praying he doesn’t find me and I have to fucking shoot him!”
“You have a weapon?”
“We’re all packing heat here! The war, man!”
“Tell me what you know.”
“Felix came running and fucking screaming about something wrong with Nitro. That she gave him medicine from a syringe, and he had a reaction.”
“What are his symptoms?”
“He’s like a fucking animal, tearing things apart, calling for Felix.”
“Where is she?” Lesion demanded, his pulse raging as he took life threatening turns in the narrow waterways.
“I told her to hide till help got here!”
“Good.”
“What’s wrong with him?” he shrilled around labored breaths.
“I don’t know. I’ve got tranquilizers.”
“Fucking hurry!”
“You should be hearing me any minute.”
“Oh fuck,” Seth gasped. “He got her man, he got Felix!”
“Go help her!” he yelled. “If you shoot, do not shoot to kill!”
****
Seth flew out of the cage, running straight for the sound of screaming coming from the back yard. “Holy shit,” he gasped in dread, finding them at the lake with Felix face down on the floating dock, naked Nitro holding her still with his knee.
“Nitro!” she screamed with her arms over her head.
Seth raised his rifle, his lungs on fire as he got his boss in his scope. “Hey!” he roared at him. “Stop!”
The sudden snap of his head filled his scope. Seth”s breath stilled at what he saw in his face. “Holy fuck,” he barely whispered. His eyes were bloodshot, teeth bared. And pretty sure he was seeing and watching him in the scope. Daring. I dare you.
Without breaking eye contact, Nitro reached down and shoved Felix’s legs open.
Seth”s breath shot out and he moved his rifle five inches right and fired a shot. “Get off of her Boss!” he yelled. “Don’t make me shoot you!” he begged.
The screaming growls of a Swamp Dragon flying toward them brought another round of tension to his body. He made out another growling racket and looked up. “Oh my God,” he muttered at the sky, dense with bats.
He jerked his gaze to the platform as Nitro yanked her hips up. “Don’t shoot him!” Felix screamed.
Ho. Lee. Shit. He was fucking her! Right there!
He looked up again, waiting, praying the massive swarm of bats would scare Nitro off. He took aim near him and shot again.
Nitro bucked his hips faster in response as the bats now hovered ten feet above his head, a rabid cyclone of dense screeching.
Seth swung the scope to Felix, looking for signs that he was hurting her, his jagged breaths making everything shake. The strain in her face flooded him with dread and he found a point on Nitro to shoot.
“Don’t shoot!” she begged around erotic gasps and cries that seemed to fuel the feral in Nitro’s growls. He yanked her off the pier, forcing her body against his as he pummeled her. Oh fuck, he was having an orgasm!
Movement shot Seth’s gaze to the right of the lake where Lesion stood with his blow dart weapon at his mouth.
Felix let out a sharp scream and Seth swung his scope back to them. “Oh fuck!” he yelled. Blood leaked from her shoulder under Nitro’s mouth as a dart hit his back, then another.
Panting, Seth moved the scope back to Felix’s face, the sexual sounds making it impossible to tell what the fuck was happening. If she was dying, it was the best thing she’d ever felt in her fucking life and those useless bats seemed to only scream in agreement!
Nitro suddenly dropped her and collapsed onto the platform. The sight released Seth from the jaws of fucking doom. “Jesus!” he whispered, lowering his rifle while shaking like a fucking leaf as Lesion removed his robe and dove into the water.
Seth eyed those bats still a screaming vortex of fury just above them. What the fuck were they doing? Why didn’t they help her?