by Lexy Timms
You are pathetic, and I look forward to seeing you in hell.”
“Oh, I think they make an even better place than hell for feline traitors,” I say, clenching my teeth. Nobody gets away with calling Clarissa a whore.
I set the man back on the floor and move quickly, grabbing him by both sides of his head and twisting hard. His body falls lifelessly to the ground, and I look back up at Clarissa who is staring at her arm. I tilt my head, a smirk on my face.
“That doesn’t even phase you.” I laugh.
“Did you see that?” she asks holding up her arm.
“That your arm turned into a claw?” I chuckle. “Yeah, I saw.”
“Pretty fucking sweet if you ask me,” she says. “But maybe we should keep that between you and me.”
“You got it,” I reply, looking down at the dead guy on the floor.
We search the house but come up empty for additional clues.
“Well, it looks like our lead was a dead end, so why don’t we go grab some food,” I say.
“Mmmm, that sounds perfect.” She smiles.
I put out my arm and sigh as she hooks hers in, and we walk back out the front door, closing it behind us. I smile, thinking about how much Sebastian would be proud of me for taking out a cat. The guy just couldn’t let that feud go. We walk back down the driveway and out to the car, me sliding into the driver’s seat and her into the passenger side. She looks over at me.
“Where to?” she asks.
“There’s a town back by the airport. There should be a restaurant there,” I reply, pulling off the side of the road and turning around in the street.
She nods, and we make our way quietly to the town, finding a diner-type place in the center of a very small town that I would more describe as a village. I park and get out, going around and helping her out. She is still staring at her arm and hand, nodding in awe at what she had done. I smile, shaking my head and walking inside with her. Maybe now we can enjoy the scenery a bit more.
I DRIVE BACK OUT OF the town after running into one of the small shops and buying a couple of blankets. She looks over at me in confusion, but I smile, wanting her to forget about being her for a little while and enjoy the time she has left in Norway. I pull off the road and stop the car, getting out and walking around to her door. I open it up and take her hand, chuckling at her curiosity.
“Where are we?” she asks.
“A beautiful place to see the stars,” I reply. “I have heard Norway has some of the most beautiful showings of the sky at night.”
“Nice,” she says as we step down into the pasture and spread out the blankets.
I sit down, and she sits next to me, crossing her legs at the ankle and leaning back, looking up at the stars. She is quiet, lost in the view, and I can’t keep my eyes off of her. After a few minutes, though, I can smell her sadness, so I gently touch her arm.
“Are you alright?” I ask.
“Kyle was my best friend, and now he isn’t here,” she says, choking back tears. “He promised to be here, during our wedding vows, he promised to protect me, but he is gone, and I feel like a half of a person.”
Tears spring from her eyes, and she begins to cry, sobs coming from her lips. I frown, feeling terrible for her, reaching my arms around her shoulder and hugging her tightly. She doesn’t speak, just sits there sobbing, her body shaking from the pain. I want to numb it, stop it, do anything, and as she lifts her head to look at me, I take the chance, pressing my lips hard to hers, feeling the rush of her beauty.
Chapter 12
~ Clarissa
He is kissing me, Theo , my bear, is sitting on a blanket under the stars and kissing me passionately. I know I should pull away.
I know I should stop what I am doing, but I can’t. It is like a fire burning inside of me. Maybe it is the time we spent together. Maybe it is the connection we have to the world around us. Feeling him close to me, trapping me inside the bubble of heat that surrounds him, is intoxicating and arousing at the same time. I have not even taken the time to realize that I need that touch, that I miss that closeness, that connection to another human being.
Theo is always so gentle with me, so careful not to break me, and this is no exception. His big hard muscles wrap around me like I am no bigger than a blade of grass. His mouth is warm and inviting, and I can taste the whiskey from dinner on his lips. He reaches his hands up and smooths the hair down on either side of my head, holding it firmly in his hands as his tongue begins to move gently across my lips. I gasp lightly, giving in to his taste, opening my mouth and feeling him lap at me, roll his tongue through my mouth, intertwining with my own. Sparks fly right then and there and my senses peak, catching none of the cold night air, falling deeper and deeper into his arms.
Slowly he pulls me down on the blanket, our bodies facing each other, our legs intertwining as our lips refuse to part. He opens his eyes and stares deep into mine for a moment before growling quietly in the pit of his stomach. The sound is music to my ears, lifting every hair on my body, stirring my frozen soul. I feel his heart beating in his big wide chest as I scoot closer, pressing my heaving breasts against him. His hand slips around and grasps my back, his head tilting to the side as his kiss grows stronger and more passionate. He turns over on his back, pulling me over on top of him, running his hands to the curve of my back, his fingertips pressing firmly into my wool jacket.
I spread my legs apart and sit up on top of him, straddling his big body. He stares up at me with his deep chestnut eyes, flashes of his bear milling around beneath the surface. I have never slept with a primal, at least not that I know of, and I wonder to myself if they let their animal instincts take over when they make love. He blinks away the haze as I reach down, grabbing for the buttons on his shirt. He carefully reaches up and folds his hand over mine, stopping me.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks.
“Shhhh,” I whisper. “This is too beautiful to ruin.”
He smiles, nodding his head as I slowly unbutton his large flannel shirt. I push the sides apart and run my hands over that
large bare chest, feeling the softness of his skin. He groans, closing his eyes, taking in every inch of my touch. I openly stare down at him with a smirk as his eyes open, his focus trailing down my fingers, slowly pulling my coat open and slipping it down off my shoulders. I have every expectation to feel the cold, but I don’t. It is like making love next to a fireplace, the heat radiating through me.
He licks his lips staring at me as I carefully unbutton my top and pull it down my arms, my breasts heaving in my bra. He reaches up and runs the tips of his fingers over my skin, warming me everywhere his fingers graze. My hand slides back behind me as I unlatch the clasp, allowing the bra to fall forward with the force of my breasts, pulling it off and laying it to the side. He wraps his huge hands around my breasts, as I feel his girth below me. He growls again, this time reaching up and turning me over on the blanket next to him, his body moving to his knees, his cock bulging inside of his pants.
He reaches down and unbuttons my pants, slowly pulling down the zipper. I lift my ass from the blanket and let him pull them down, giggling as he fumbles to get my boots off. He lays my pants neatly to the side and leans forward, pressing his lips between my breasts and drawing them down, over my ribs, and across my belly button before sitting back up. I stare up at his large broad shoulders, every inch of him veiled in bulging muscle, the heat from his body hitting the cold Norwegian air creating steam. He is literally steaming, and I may not be on the outside, but I am on fire on the inside.
I let go of the pain as I lay there, staring at this beautiful man, touching me all over my body. I let go so I can enjoy the moment, the heat, and everything he is bringing to me. I watch as he lowers himself toward me, grasping the tiny strings on the side of my panties with his big firm hands. Carefully he pulls them off and lays them on the pile before turning back to me and letting out an inhuman growl. For anyone else, that growl would terrify, but
me, it increases my arousal tenfold.
He lays down on his stomach and glances up at me, biting his bottom lip before disappearing below my knees. I feel him push my thighs apart as his head lowers down, touching my soft satin skin. I gasp, leaning my head back, staring up at the night sky.
His hot mouth caresses my deep wet mound as I focus on the pleasure, the pure deep joie de vivre of it all. The stars shoot across the clear, crisp sky as my body aches with need, implores me to give in to the heat that is simmering so close to the surface.
I reach my hand down and run it through his wild hair, feeling his tongue move through my folds and circle around my clit. The sensation is wild, and the animal in me is clawing its way out from the inside. I want to grab him, to shove him in me, to feel that massive man moving above me, but his mouth feels so damn
good. He twists his tongue around, flickering at my clit, pushing it from side to side and pressing hard against it, massaging the orgasm further along. Slowly he runs his fingers up my thighs, tickling my skin, gliding them down between my legs. I let my thighs fall to the side, coaxing him further, willing him. His head moves down and laps at my juices as his fingers begin to rub faster and harder against my clit.
I let out a deep moan, the heat inside of me, the inferno burning deeply in my soul ignites, bursting at the seams, flowing over and through my entire body. I reach down and grasp the blanket, my thighs shaking. My eyes are looking upward to the sky, feeling as if my body is a star colliding with Theo in midair, erupting in a pleasure that I had forgotten.
He lifts himself from between my legs and stands up, peeling his tight pants away, wearing nothing underneath. His cock bounces forward, and he grabs it, his hands now looking proportionate with his large bulging shaft squeezing in his palm. He leans down and lifts me into the air as if I weigh nothing, my legs wrapping around his waist and burying my face in his neck. I swing my long loose hair to the side and reach down between my legs, tired of waiting, tired of wanting.
I grab his dick in my tiny hand and pull it up, pushing my body forward, feeling the tip of his cock pressing hard against my pussy. I release my muscles, relaxing as much as I can and slide down his pole, my eyes growing wide and no noise escaping from my now gaping lips. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me deeper down, taking the whole of his monstrous handle inside of me.
Finally, a bellow comes, and I hear it echoing across the fields as he pulls me forward and back, his hips barely pumping.
My arms wrap around him tighter, my fingers digging into his firm skin, not even leaving a mark despite the deep-seated power I put behind them. He lowers himself down onto his knees and turns, laying down on his back. I untwist my legs from behind him and find myself free, straddling this prodigious man and placing my palms down on his chest. Slowly I rise up, leaning my head back and moaning as I ride him, filling myself deep with his cock, moaning and rolling my head from side to side. He slides his hands up over my stomach and to my breasts, squeezing them tightly in his hands.
I look down, biting my lip and begin to bounce faster, my strokes long in length and short in time. He closes his eyes and moans, sending chills up my back. Immediately I begin to grind down on him, feeling my clit rub against his skin. I pull my lips together, feeling the titillation taking me over as I pull myself along this joyride, this indulgence into the forbidden. My body rocks wildly against him, the sound of the breeze whistling along around us, his heat keeping the cold at bay.
This is the moment I lose myself in the prurience, focusing solely on my body reaching another scorching point of no return.
He growls, watching me, feeling the energy building around us, the climactic conclusion of a tryst that never should have been.
He runs his hands up my thighs and grabs my waist, pumping his hips up and down as I move my body toward my orgasm. I feel the massive pulse of his long erect shaft as I lean my head back and arch my chest, letting out a wail.
My climax reaches its peak, fanning my final eruption through my entire body, every muscle growing weak, my mouth spilling the harmonious language of ecstasy. He groans louder, thrusting faster and faster until he pulls out, rubbing his shaft up and down over and over again. I moan, feeling the sprays of hot seed splatter against my legs, his body stiffening and relaxing again and again until both of us finally end, collapsing onto the blanket, our breath heavy in our chests. I lay there face down on the blanket, feeling the warmth of his body, trying to clear the fog from my mind.
He rolls over, only half in recovery, and kisses my shoulder with a smile. I know right then that I have made a mistake. I have taken advantage of this man’s lust, his need, and his love, and I used it for my own fulfillment. I turn on my side, knowing I cannot let this leave these blankets, even if it hurts him to hear.
“Theo,” I whisper in a shy voice. “I—”
“I know.” He sighs. “This wasn’t the right thing to do. I know you love Kyle. I know all of this.”
“I’m sorry.” I sigh, snuggling up closer to him. “It’s not that I don’t care.”
“You don’t have to explain,” he says turning toward me. “Forever or not, it was a beautiful thing.”
Chapter 13
~ Toshi
While the others are in places like Norway and Hawaii, Hiro and I are walking through the streets of Thailand. With no specific location to check, we are making zero headway in finding these bastards. We search through the marketplace, sniffing out our kind, cornering them, chasing them through the crowded alleys and out into the rice-laden fields. No one knows who we are, no one knows who the Elite are, and we are both starting to lose focus.
Thailand is a beautiful place, don’t get me wrong, but Japan is better, and it makes me miss home.
I stop at a stand along the way and look down at the bracelets.
They are hand woven, hand stamped, and their creation emerges from the small Thai woman, sitting on a stool behind the table, working diligently, paying me no mind. Her sun-aged skin and long silvery hair remind me of my grandmother, and how she is known to sit on the steps of the temples, braiding bracelets as gifts to the monks as they travel past her in the hot sun. She never has a lot of money, so she pays tribute with her craft, something I find more than admirable.
“Toshi,” Hiro grumps. “We must keep moving. If they are lying, then the Elite know we are here, and we are already in grave danger.”
“Right,” I sigh. “Sorry. I don’t see that we are going to find anything with no real direction to take us.”
“I am not sure either,” he says. “By continuing to question everyone we are opening ourselves up to get caught. Whatever was on that map is either gone or so well hidden we will never find it.”
“How about some food and beer?” I ask. “On me.”
“I am hungry,” the old man contemplates. “There was a bar down the street, we passed it earlier. We can eat there.”
“Alrighty.” I chuckle. “You’re the boss, boss.”
We walk side by side keeping our eyes open, waiting for any sign of attack. I watch the vendors as we pass, wondering if the Elite have even been here at all. The place seems to be untouched by those kinds of cats. I know the cat world enough to know that if someone knew something, three phone calls would already be in process, cats would be all over us, and the Elite would have us in the corner. As I approach the restaurant, I sniff the air, not sensing any Primals inside.
We walk in and sit down at the bar, nodding up at the bartender.
He finishes with a drunk patron barely keeping his head up and moves over to where we are. I look at Hiro and then turn back to the tender.
“Two,” I order. “Uh, Two Sangsom. And some food.” I make a motion of eating.
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�Sxng wiskī.”
“Yes,” I reply with a smile. “Two whiskeys.”
Of course, whiskey is a bit different in Thailand, not at all what it is like in the United States. Here whiskey refers to alcohol in general, and Sangsom is one of the most popular kinds.
It is also very high in alcohol content, which is perfect
because, after everything that we have been through, a drink is exactly what we need. When the bartender comes back, he sets the drinks down in front of us. He also provides two bowls of a meal that smells delicious.
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“Khx khxbkhu47.” I smile, handing him money.
He smiles big at the tip and walks away, bowing his head at me as he goes. I turn to Hiro and hand him his drink, raising mine in the air. I wasn’t sure what in the hell I have to toast to, but it only seems right sitting in a dirty, dusty, bar in the center of Thailand, and apparently for no reason at all.
“To our nine lives,” I say, tapping my glass to Hiro’s. “May we not have to use any of them this trip.”
Hiro grunts and nods his head, lifting his glass and taking the alcohol back. Both of us grimace, putting the glasses down on the bar and shaking our heads. We quickly eat our food. The bartender walks over and lifts his eyebrows. I look at Hiro, and at my glass, and figure, fuck it, there’s nothing better to do at this point.
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“Xīk sxng khrADng,” I call out, asking for two more.
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“Xīk sxng khrADng?” he asks.
“Yeah!” I shout making a battle face.
The bartender laughs and pours two more, taking my money and our dishes and scurrying off. I shake my head and chuckle, thinking about the kind of service given back in the states. Here it is all about the money, and that is good and bad at the same time.
We both take back our shots, and I set the cup down, getting one more round. The bartender is laughing at us, and I think he knows that we are in for a world of hurt. Before I can even swallow the alcohol, it hits me like a ton of bricks. From the look on Hiro’s face, I am not the only one. He pats me on the shoulder and stands up, wobbling back and forth.
