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Authors: Marie Harte
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a rogue.”
“No, but you’re Circ.” She shrugged. “Same difference to me. You come to kill me, I kill you first. Too bad Trenton still doesn’t get the message.”
“Trenton?”
She didn’t want to talk about her dead father’s friend. Prick extraordinaire, Dr. Caleb Trenton. She wanted to… Her attention caught and held on the sluggish drop of blood soaking the neck of his sweater. As much as she wanted to let him lie there aching, some part of her didn’t like him in pain.
“Where does it hurt?”
He let out a laugh, surprising her. “Where doesn’t it hurt?” An awkward pause as they both glanced at his cock that had yet to go down. “Well, there, I guess. God, this is embarrassing. I’ll never live this down.”
“You’ll be lucky to live at all,” she murmured, fascinated with his arousal. Unlike all the others, he smelled healthy, despite his wounds. No trace of infection as she’d thought before. No madness either, just warm, soothing, and sweet male.
“So do that thing and heal me, like you did before.”
She didn’t realize he’d understood what she’d done. “What?”
“When you licked me. You cleared my head and took the pain. Lick me all over, anywhere you want. I won’t mind.” The teasing sparkle in his eyes took her aback. He was erect but didn’t seem overeager to fuck her. Instead he used humor. To disarm her, maybe? Yet he didn’t seem to be anything but genuine. Very, very strange. He didn’t fit the usual mold of her enemy.
“Shut up,” she said, just to say something. He chuckled again but silenced when she flashed inch-long claws at him from her fingers. Dragging her nails against his sweater, she cut through the fabric with ease and pushed and pulled the material from his body. To her odd relief, most of his wounds seemed healed but for the few still healing.
“I’m close but not a hundred percent,” he offered. “Not like you.” His voice deepened. “You look perfect. Not a mark on you.”
He didn’t seem to mind the black streaks that pulsed on her forearms, or the hellish eyes that stared at her anytime she looked in a mirror. “Like feline pupils dipped in blood,” one of the rogues who’d once captured her had remarked. Right before she’d gutted him and run far, far away.
“Can’t say the same for you.” She didn’t like the blood all over him, because though most was his, some belonged to the rogues and mutants from the woods. Ali left him and returned moments later with a pot of hot water from upstairs. Solar panels gave her the luxury of electricity and hot water while keeping her free of a paper trail.
“Where did you go?”
“I’m right here.” Annoyed that she liked him asking after her, she found a clean cloth nearby and washed his chest.
He watched her as she ran the towel over his flesh. “That feels good.”
“Wonderful. I want you to feel great before I kill you.”
“So pleasant. You sure you don’t know Gray?”
“Who?” She frowned when he chuckled, feeling the butt of a joke she didn’t understand.
“You’ll meet him soon enough, I’d say.”
Silence passed as she washed him. She used a clean part of his sweater to dry him off. Then she trailed a hand over his skin, feeling the uneven break of a few ribs that seemed to mend right under her palm.
“Hurts, but it’s hot too. Right where you’re touching me.” Sebastian’s thick voice warned her to back away. “But you’re making it worse too.” He took a deep breath and inhaled, his nostrils quivering. “Oh wow. Alison, tell me what you’re wearing. You smell so good.”
His eyes changed and changed back as she watched him watching her. The urge to lean closer and taste him again tickled.
“Do it.”
She licked her lips, aware he knew her intent because she couldn’t look away from his firm lips. A subtle shove knocked her off balance and over his chest. She righted herself and found her lips an inch from
“No, but you’re Circ.” She shrugged. “Same difference to me. You come to kill me, I kill you first. Too bad Trenton still doesn’t get the message.”
“Trenton?”
She didn’t want to talk about her dead father’s friend. Prick extraordinaire, Dr. Caleb Trenton. She wanted to… Her attention caught and held on the sluggish drop of blood soaking the neck of his sweater. As much as she wanted to let him lie there aching, some part of her didn’t like him in pain.
“Where does it hurt?”
He let out a laugh, surprising her. “Where doesn’t it hurt?” An awkward pause as they both glanced at his cock that had yet to go down. “Well, there, I guess. God, this is embarrassing. I’ll never live this down.”
“You’ll be lucky to live at all,” she murmured, fascinated with his arousal. Unlike all the others, he smelled healthy, despite his wounds. No trace of infection as she’d thought before. No madness either, just warm, soothing, and sweet male.
“So do that thing and heal me, like you did before.”
She didn’t realize he’d understood what she’d done. “What?”
“When you licked me. You cleared my head and took the pain. Lick me all over, anywhere you want. I won’t mind.” The teasing sparkle in his eyes took her aback. He was erect but didn’t seem overeager to fuck her. Instead he used humor. To disarm her, maybe? Yet he didn’t seem to be anything but genuine. Very, very strange. He didn’t fit the usual mold of her enemy.
“Shut up,” she said, just to say something. He chuckled again but silenced when she flashed inch-long claws at him from her fingers. Dragging her nails against his sweater, she cut through the fabric with ease and pushed and pulled the material from his body. To her odd relief, most of his wounds seemed healed but for the few still healing.
“I’m close but not a hundred percent,” he offered. “Not like you.” His voice deepened. “You look perfect. Not a mark on you.”
He didn’t seem to mind the black streaks that pulsed on her forearms, or the hellish eyes that stared at her anytime she looked in a mirror. “Like feline pupils dipped in blood,” one of the rogues who’d once captured her had remarked. Right before she’d gutted him and run far, far away.
“Can’t say the same for you.” She didn’t like the blood all over him, because though most was his, some belonged to the rogues and mutants from the woods. Ali left him and returned moments later with a pot of hot water from upstairs. Solar panels gave her the luxury of electricity and hot water while keeping her free of a paper trail.
“Where did you go?”
“I’m right here.” Annoyed that she liked him asking after her, she found a clean cloth nearby and washed his chest.
He watched her as she ran the towel over his flesh. “That feels good.”
“Wonderful. I want you to feel great before I kill you.”
“So pleasant. You sure you don’t know Gray?”
“Who?” She frowned when he chuckled, feeling the butt of a joke she didn’t understand.
“You’ll meet him soon enough, I’d say.”
Silence passed as she washed him. She used a clean part of his sweater to dry him off. Then she trailed a hand over his skin, feeling the uneven break of a few ribs that seemed to mend right under her palm.
“Hurts, but it’s hot too. Right where you’re touching me.” Sebastian’s thick voice warned her to back away. “But you’re making it worse too.” He took a deep breath and inhaled, his nostrils quivering. “Oh wow. Alison, tell me what you’re wearing. You smell so good.”
His eyes changed and changed back as she watched him watching her. The urge to lean closer and taste him again tickled.
“Do it.”
She licked her lips, aware he knew her intent because she couldn’t look away from his firm lips. A subtle shove knocked her off balance and over his chest. She righted herself and found her lips an inch from
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