Chapter 9 #5
"I’ve already fed, doll, but I’ll always be ravenous for you," Cyrus said against her chest, and she felt the rumbling vibrations tease her nipples into stiffer peaks, brushing against his palms through her thin shirt.
Maybe—maybe she could let him? Couldn’t she just… lie there and let him have her?
Rin inhaled, surrender on her lips, then felt her lungs seize suddenly, mouth dry.
She turned her head and coughed into the sheets.
Her eyes watered. She shoved weakly at Cyrus’s chest, and she felt him get off of her, his hands gently coming to rest on her shoulders as he leaned over her on the bed.
"Vesperin, are you okay? What do you need?" Cyrus sounded worried.
She shook her head, then coughed again, her entire body shuddering from the force. Finally, she regained herself, and her hacking coughs mellowed out. Still, her throat felt like it was on fire.
Rin sat up, one hand braced behind her. She wiped beneath her teary eyes. "Sorry," she croaked. "Must be the weather change. It’s getting to me." Her eyes searched the room. "Do you have any water left?"
Cyrus grimaced. "No." He reached forward and pressed his palm to her forehead. "You feel warm, doll. Are you sure you’re okay? Do you need me to call Lucien?"
Rin’s eyes widened. "No! No, don’t. I’m okay—really." She tried to make herself sound strong, which most likely didn’t come off well, as she still spoke in a rasp.
She threw her legs over the side of the bed and stood, wobbling. In a flash, Cyrus stood, his arms wrapping around her as he tugged her into his side. Worry chased away the building air of desire that had sparked.
"You look a little pale—paler than normal. I don’t know, doll. Maybe I do need to call your doctor. What if it’s your heart?" Faint red glimmers filled the air. "You taste sick."
Rin swallowed roughly, staving off another coughing fit. She stood on her tiptoes and gripped his hands, bringing them back down between them to grab his attention. She forced herself to smile. "I’m okay. I would like something to drink, though."
"Done. Let me sneak into the kitchen. I can sip a little too much from your roommate and make her go to sleep. It won’t harm her—too much." Cyrus pulled away to head to the door.
She grabbed his shirtsleeve. She wouldn’t risk him being seen.
The air in the apartment was stuffy. She wanted fresh air. To feel the lingering nip of coldness giving way to spring’s warmth.
A shadow shifted along the walls, almost sentient as it drew her attention to the lone window in her room.
It wasn’t too small to crawl through.
Rin smiled—a real smile, this time—as she jerked her chin to the window. "I have an idea."
The shadows teased the edges of the window, and she felt like she had to go. Now.
Cyrus followed her gaze. He looked conflicted. A piece of her mischief-loving incubus seemed to want to sneak away with her, while the rational part of him knew it was risky. She wasn’t worried.
Rin knew how to make him agree. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts, and they fell to the floor easily.
She stood there in only her thin panties, a tiny bow right in the center.
She moved to grab her Echogun, and a knife for good measure, letting him see the blade in her small hands as she tucked it into a dual holster made to fit a gun and a knife.
She clipped it over her bare stomach, feeling the drag of the holster’s buckle against her flesh. Cyrus groaned.
Her hands fiddled in the hem of her top. Slowly, she tugged it over her head, standing there shyly in only her panties and weapons.
Cyrus stalked forward like he couldn’t help himself, his large hand settling on her hips as he pulled her into his front. His hard length pressed insistently into her stomach. She swallowed, feeling her throat burn.
"Cyrus," she whispered, "I’m thirsty."
He folded himself over her, like she was the altar he wished to pray at.
Her breasts brushed his chest. He gripped her cheeks and tilted her face up, so his lips could graze hers.
There was only a breath of space between them.
She felt him exhale, and parted her lips so she could feel his air inside her.
She was still tired, still weak, still felt her lungs ache with every breath. But at least with him next to her, she could forget about the ticking clock on this body’s lifespan.
Cyrus’s hands tightened on her.
"I know just where we can get some water." Rin’s tongue poked out, tracing his lower lip, then she pulled away, feeling empowered at the way he stumbled toward her.
"My little doll grew some pretty little teeth. I know just what you can do with them. I’ve always loved a bit of pain. I don’t know if I want you on your knees or want to get on mine for you, right now. We could do both."
She tugged a fleece pair of lavender pants over her legs, turning her head to find Cyrus gripping himself as he watched her, teeth digging into his plush lower lip. He sighed, shoulders slumping as she pulled a matching fleece top on, covering herself from his eyes.
"Are you coming?" she asked, lacing up her sneakers.
"They’ll kill us if they find out."
"I never knew you were one to follow orders."
Cyrus gave a pained groan. "What they don’t know won’t hurt them."
Rhyden snarled and tore the long-range holo-sight away from his eyes.
"That fucker," he cursed. "It’s like watching after two children." He stood up and grabbed a gun, tucking it into his waistband.
His cock was aching after watching the show—not only her on her stomach, red lips parting with tiny puffs of air as the incubus pounded into her, but also just now.
A distracting striptease. The glint of the gun and the knife’s blade against her pale stomach had nearly made him want to shatter his bedroom’s large windows—the only perfect angle in his penthouse to watch her dorm, every curve of skin bathed in moonlight.
And now, she was scaling the side of the Academy’s dorm building.