Chapter 22 Enemies In The Shower
Enemies In The Shower
AVA
I can’t believe I bit him.
I can’t believe I also ate like half the food in his fridge and had to crawl there on all fours in order to make it.
I needed fuel, and he was fast asleep, like a little puppy with its new blanket on the couch.
It would be helpful if he snored or if he had some weird habit, instead he looked so sated that I almost smiled when I looked back at him.
I’ve never had marathon sex before, but part of me thinks it might be my new favorite thing.
Maybe it’s because he’s not totally human, something I’m still compartmentalizing in the very furthest part of my brain where darkness and cobwebs exist, because I think I’d have a nervous breakdown if I actually dissected what just happened.
I know I need to get to work and he probably isn’t coming in since he’s dead asleep, so I make myself at home, clean up some of the blood from the floor then eat enough to power walk to his bathroom to rinse off all the sweaty sex that’s still somehow dripping from my body.
His bathroom is immaculate, black and white marble stones on the floor lead in a chic path toward a rain shower that ties into a rock pool that looks like it could be both bathtub and hot tub, might need to break in more often just to use that.
It would be worth his wrath and then I could just throw it in his face that I helped solve his pain, even though there was nothing even remotely painful about that experience.
Have I turned into a whore? I mean seriously, it’s like I lose my mind when he touches me and all inhibitions go straight out the window only to tumble down the street and get run over by a semi.
My body aches in all the right places.
I self-consciously touch my teeth, they’re too dull to pierce skin so I must have been out of my mind when I did that, but he tasted warm, his blood coated my tongue, my throat, and gave off this drug-like feeling of euphoria. I saw visions, walking through the woods, laughing.
Then screaming.
People whispering, but about who? That part eluded me.
Maybe they were just dreams or hallucinations brought on by his blood, but they’d felt so real, as if I was there but still watching a movie.
Well, good job Ava, you literally just had sex with a werewolf, did not have that planned when I applied to be an assistant. I rest my head against the shower wall and reach for the faucet when a large hand covers mine.
He leans forward, his breath fans my ear.
“Feeling dirty, Ava?”
My body starts to shiver despite the fact that I know I’m not even cold, it’s in anticipation.
"Feeling better, Eli?” I counter without turning around, I’m afraid if I do I won’t be able to resist more. It’s not even just his eyes, it’s everything about him that pulls me when he’s naked. Weird.
He slowly turns the faucet and pulls me back against his body. He’s aroused the same as before.
“Needed you.”
“Is the pain back?” I ask.
“No,” he says quickly.
“I’m not willing to lie about that, I just really, really, want to go slow and remember more of it, since after all, we’re enemies after this shower.”
“And why’s that?” I swallow and slightly turn.
“Why are we enemies?”
“Because…” His blue eyes are fierce.
“If the board ever found out, they’d terminate you and I don’t want you to starve and you’re actually competent at your job, soothing when the pain is constant.”
Ava rolls her eyes.
“Perfect. I’m like a balm to your grumpy soul?”
His smile is simple, his teeth white and straight, his incisors extend.
“I’ve always wanted a nice balm to my soul and if you must know—you’re fully human.
Relationships between my race, no matter how much I like your taste, are looked down upon.
I wouldn’t want you to feel any worse than you already do because I have a soul.
But I will use your body. Every full moon, if you’ll let me. ”
“And what do I get in exchange for my generosity?” I turn around and cross my arms, trying to look angry instead of giddy.
“What great thing will you give me?”
He looks down at his engorged cock.
“You mean other than this?”
"Is that an invitation to slap it?” I say sweetly.
“And you’re out of your mind if you think I can take you again.”
"Then be insane for a bit.” He smiles. Damn him! He’s supposed to be grumpy, not protective and not horny as hell and better than anything I’ve ever had in my entire life.
I inspect my nails.
“So you’re saying if I have sex with you every full moon to keep the pain away, I’ll get a bonus, and paid vacation days, plus spending money for wherever I want to go?”
He will never go for this.
He nods his head and then leans down to my level, his face inches from mine.
“If you receive money, you become a prostitute.”
I lift my chin.
“I’m comfortable enough in my own body, needs, and wants to admit while that may be true, we both know it isn’t. I refuse to feel cheap for wanting to travel outside the city for the first time in my known life.”
Something flashes across his face, his eyebrows furrow.
“You’ve never been outside the city?”
“Not that I remember, no.”
“What do you remember?
" He gently pulls me into his arms then lifts me up until he’s at the perfect angle to slide into me, and he does it so slowly, so effortlessly while talking to me that I can’t help but let out a sigh and wrap my arms around his neck while he holds us under the water.
He doesn’t even move right away, but I can tell he wants to.
He simply stares down at me, water dripping down his face, waiting for an answer.
One I’m embarrassed to give, one I’m not ready to give to a stranger, so I do the next best thing than answering. I start moving myself up and down; I distract him.
And I see the pain in his eyes immediately, the pain that says, I’ll give you my body but you’ll never have anything else, this is a means to an end.
Plus, while I can’t remember all of my past, I know with the way that my heart cracks in my chest every time I think of him, and it’s always around this moment that I do, which is truly crazy.
I used to love this… him, and yet I have zero memory.
I used to have importance, and I’m still waiting for that person.
So sure, he can use my body, but I keep everything else.
He doesn’t kiss me this time, it’s like he’s disappointed when I know he doesn’t care about anything other than getting rid of the pain.
I do not ask invasive questions as he pushes me up against the shower wall and drives hard into me. My nails scar his shoulders and arms as he pins me there under the water.
And when we’re both satisfied. I realize I’ve made a huge mistake; he was asking for a small fragment of me; he was reaching out.
The only problem is, a woman without a past has no identity, a woman without a past can’t be reached, because how could she ever plan for her future when she doesn’t even know who she is?
At least that’s how I see it.
He may like what he sees, he may be attracted to me, but inside I am completely lost and hollow, strong and resolute, yes because I have no choice.
But I’m still on a path that doesn’t include him but a stranger I can’t remember and for that, I think I’ll always be broken.