30. Fantasizing About Biting
THIRTY
FANTASIZING ABOUT BITING
Jack
I looked up from the paper, my eyes wet. My chest aching. My stomach felt hollowed out.
He’d imagined me with his Liv’s hazel eyes.
My eyes were hazel. Asbj?rn’s had been blue, so my father, as an identical twin, would have had blue ones, too.
My mother had blue eyes. Michael … he had hazel eyes, and I’d always assumed I’d gotten them from him. Of course, that was impossible.
What if the Join really had connected them to the extent that her genes were passed on, through him, even after her death? Hadn’t that bitch Mercer said something about our blood doing something weird? Like the cells were combining or something?
I’d almost flunked out of biology, so there was no way I had a fucking clue. But if this mystical Join could happen from fucking and feeding at the same time, then it sounded legit to me.
A connection that deep scared the shit out of me. Especially when I thought about what that had done to him … to Arne, my father. Or more to the point, the things that had been done to his Liv, to punish him.
What sort of depraved fucking asshole did shit like that?
Fury clenched in my chest at the thought of being forced to watch as the skin was peeled from the body of someone I cared about. Let alone the love of my life.
My thoughts immediately flew to the girl outside. Not too far away.
Not close enough …
A pang of longing hit deep down inside me. As soon as I’d seen Seven … shit, before I’d seen her properly, from the first time the damned monster inside of me had roared Mine like a horny, possessive beast, I hadn’t really thought about Blaire at all. Not as anything except my friend. Not even to grieve what I’d imagined we could have had together, before Roman rocked up.
Because there was something stronger, something deeper, calling me.
The blood calls.
I had to admit that it did.
If anyone EVER tries to do that to her … I growled to the monster.
We won’t let them , he reassured me.
Fucking Fortis and this Yuvan jerk need to die, too.
I thought back to meeting Asbj?rn, to the conversation he’d had with Baxter about drumming up a rebellion. About how he hadn’t trusted Baxter.
What if … I began, then shook my head. It was stupid. No matter what that letter said, Asbj?rn didn’t give two shits about me, not really. Not enough to want to help me take down Baxter. He might even get pissy if I offed Baxter, since he was trying to get support for a coup based on the Operation throwing their hybrids into the fray.
What if, after we kill every last one of those fuckers inside Taiga who deserve to die, we free the hybrids … and we give them a choice. We help them learn how to live in the outside world, and they can go their own way … or they can stay with us, and help us fight the fucking Coalition. Make the world a better place for all of us to live in, the monster wondered.
That’s a fucking terrifying thought. I can barely take care of myself. There’s got to be … I don’t know, over a hundred of them in that place? How the hell would we look after them?
We hope that Blaire is free somewhere, and we find her, and Roman, and Farida, and Ellis , the monster said. And we get their help. And maybe once we have the army Baxter had promised him, Asbj?rn might be more interested in a true alliance.
So we’re in agreement … we don’t just stop at Baxter, and Mercer, and all the fuckers at Taiga … we take this fucking fight all the way to Fortis and Yuvan, and that whole fucking regime …
The monster’s feral growl was answer enough.
We’re going to be busy . We should probably talk to Seven about this. She might want to go her own way once she’s gotten her revenge.
The thought sat heavy in the pit of my stomach. I sighed, getting to my feet. My knees buckled, and I scrabbled for the back of the chair, only just managing not to end up on my ass on the floor.
“What the fuck?” I muttered. My legs were like jelly, my fingers and arms shaking from the effort of gripping the chair, of holding me up.
Our body isn’t immortal yet , the monster explained. And we held our shifted form for most of the day today. And then jacked off while she was in here fucking herself. And then played pinecone football. And then we kissed her senseless … we’ve been busy.
What does any of that have to do with my legs not working?
Just go lie down , the monster said, his voice withering. You need to sleep it off. Shifting takes a lot out of a mid-transition being.
I don’t think I can even get to the mattress .
The distance across the tiny cabin felt suddenly enormous, but I let go of the chair and staggered drunkenly across, collapsing onto it with a groan.
Is she gonna need to sleep her shift off, too? I asked, my voice in my head sounding slurred with exhaustion.
Perhaps, the monster replied. Perhaps we should ask her to join us here on the mattress …
Perhaps you can keep the word ‘join’ out of your fucking vocabulary for the rest of the night, I grouched. I’m too tired to argue with you.
The monster chuckled, but I was already drifting.
A creak near my head startled me awake.
“Whassgoinon?” I mumbled, cracking my eyelids just enough to determine that it was still dark, that the fire was still glowing, and there was a pair of bare feet in my direct eyeline.
“I … I wanted to apologize. For my behavior earlier,” Seven said.
I squinted up at her. I could barely make her out in the shadows cast by the fire. Everything had that heavy, swimming underwater quality of trying to be lucid while still mostly asleep.
“Sit,” I grunted, managing to pat the side of the mattress. “Can’t see you all the way up there.”
She hesitated for a moment, then knelt beside the mattress.
“You were in your shift a long time today,” she said. “That would have tired you right out. No wonder you can barely keep your eyes open.”
I chuckled groggily. “Way to make me feel like a toddler who had a hard day eating crayons at daycare.”
Seven was silent for a stretch.
“I don’t understand what you’re talking about, so I’m just going to ignore you,” she said, and overtired me laughed harder.
“I’m sorry I got so … angry about your friendship with the Drinker female,” she murmured, which sobered me up instantly. I tried to pry my eyes open to look at her properly.
“Don’t—”
But she cut me off with a single, slender finger pressed to my lips. And fuck, even in my mostly asleep state, I felt that touch everywhere.
“Let me finish,” she said, her eyes serious. “You are entitled to feel worried about a lifelong friend. I, too, have a friend who I don’t … who I haven’t seen since the Guardian Program. We were separated when I was sent to R Block. I too have an awful feeling that wherever she is, she’s not okay. So, I shouldn’t have … reacted the way I did when you expressed your worry about your friend.”
I was too beat for all this earnestness.
“Are you tired?” I muttered.
Seven blinked, then her lips tightened. “I will need to sleep, yes, but you need it more. I’ll just … I can sit by the fire and rest.”
I reached out with leaden arms, catching her around the waist and dragging her onto the mattress, until her nose was pressed to my chest. I inhaled deeply into her hair. Even though we were nothing more than a quick dip in tank water away from being utterly filthy, she smelled beautiful. Like sunshine and tea leaves and everything I had ever wanted.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice muffled against my chest. I loosened my grip around her just enough for her to tilt her head back and look up at me.
Fuck, she was stunning. High cheekbones, a serious, pouty mouth over a stubborn chin. A slender neck that was begging for my teeth to sink into it.
“What?” she gasped. I couldn’t stop staring at her neck, at the juncture where it met her shoulder. The perfect place to bite.
I suddenly wasn’t tired anymore.
“I didn’t say anything,” I mumbled.
“Yes you did!” her expressive, dark eyes narrowed to slits. “You just said that my neck was begging for—oh!”
My lips were on her neck. And then I parted them, just enough to graze my teeth over the warm, soft skin. Not to bite …
But I was fantasizing about biting.
Her pulse fluttered against my mouth, and I groaned, tugging her against me, licking the spot as I rocked my hips against her.
“Jack,” she breathed. And then she hooked her leg over my hip, and I could feel the heat of her pussy, even through my jumpsuit, and hers.
Perfection , the monster purred. Let me out.
No fucking way. I want to be in control of this.
Need more, he demanded.
Maybe just a little more …
“Need more,” I rasped, sliding my hand down her back, gripping a fistful of her taut ass, and grinding against her. “Could come like this, Blossom.”
Fuck. The monster was rubbing off on me. He had me calling her Blossom now?
The merge becomes inevitable …
But right at that moment, I couldn’t care because I was sucking a fucking hickey into her neck, and she moved against me, rocking her heat along my straining boner.
My teeth ached, but with a level of restraint I had no idea I possessed, I kept them human, blunt, as I nibbled on her throat. She gripped my hair, tugging to the point of near-pain. But all it did was make me burn for her.
Sink your cock into her, but don’t bite her, the monster urged, lust roughening his mind-voice. Or bite her but keep your cock in your pants. Just fucking do something that will get us off!
Quit backseat driving! I’ve got this! I snapped, kissing up the column of her throat until I found her mouth. She opened for me immediately, our teeth clashing with desperation as we devoured each other, our bodies finding a rhythm that had heat exploding in my balls at the friction of my dick rubbing against her warm pussy.
“Don’t stop,” she panted against my mouth, her hips snapping against me, her rhythm going erratic, her lips greedy on mine, licking deep into my mouth.
“You going to come from me rubbing my cock against you?” I asked, my voice hoarse from holding back my own orgasm. “Because fuck, Blossom, if you do, I won’t be far behind you.”
“I … oh—oooooooooooh!” she moaned, her head snapping back, breaking our kiss as she undulated against me, little squeaking pants falling from her lips, her face a mask of bliss.
Fuck, I could feel the pulse of her orgasm throbbing against me through our clothes. She went boneless in my arms, while I was still raging hard and about five seconds away from blowing a load inside my jumpsuit.
“I have to … Seven, I don’t have any other clothes,” I mumbled apologetically, as I reached between us, unfastening the flap and freeing myself. I rolled onto my back, reaching down to my dick. Fuck, I’d never been this hard in my life.
She sat up, looking on as I fisted myself, then quickly unzipped the torso of the jumpsuit, too, getting the fabric right out of the way. I was about to paint my own chest while her hungry eyes watched me. And I wanted it so fucking badly.
“I’ve never … touched one before,” she mumbled, her voice throaty from her climax. I turned to look at her as my cock pulsed, precum trickling from the head. Her eyes were fixed on it, wide and … fucking greedy.
“Do you want to touch?” I asked roughly.
It belongs to her anyway , the monster added. My dick jerked violently. She made a little breathy sound that I thought could be enough on its own to send me over the edge.
But then her warm hand was on me. Wrapping around me, fondling tentatively.
“Don’t be gentle,” I growled, watching her face as she watched her hand. “Grip me like your pussy would.”
“I never thought I’d … but when you talk like that …” she mumbled, then she fisted me and moved, her grip just the right amount of tightness, and it felt so fucking right that I couldn’t help but thrust into her palm.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect at that,” I grated, everything tightening as heat surged through me. I shook from the intensity of the orgasm about to barrel through me.
“Gonna come hard, Blossom. Gonna make a mess all over us.”
“Please,” she begged.
And fuck, she leaned down.
“What are you … oh fuck, yes!”
She opened those full lips and wrapped them around the head of my cock, her tongue darting out to lick me, just as the aching heat of my climax reached boiling point.
I exploded with a roar, hips jerking. With a throaty moan, she swallowed jet after jet of cum that shot into her perfect mouth. Her hand pumped me, worked every last wave of pleasure from me.
“Fuck, Blossom,” I muttered, my body twitching. She lifted her mouth from me, and fucking licked her lips, her eyes hooded as if that was the best thing she’d ever tasted. “You didn’t have to …”
“I wanted to,” she murmured. “Besides, I didn’t want you having to clean yourself up afterwards.” A sleepy, satisfied grin curved across her lips. It lit up every inch of her lovely face. It was the first time I’d really seen her smile, and fuck, for it to be immediately after drinking my cum …
I was fucking gone.
You were gone from the second I scented her , the monster crowed. You just wouldn’t admit it.
Still doesn’t mean I’m going to Join with her.
The monster snorted, but I ignored him, doing up my jumpsuit clumsily. The exhaustion from earlier crashed over me again.
“I’ll go … sleep by the fire,” she said, the hint of teasing gone from her tone. She started to her feet.
“Like fuck you will,” I growled, tugging her down and tucking her back against my front. “Bet you’ve never been a little spoon before.”
“A … a what?”
I yawned, my eyelids drooping as I wrapped her tightly in my arms. “Well, you have now. Night, Blossom.”
I blacked out with the smell of our orgasms still in my nostrils.