Oh no.
This time, Helen would not be so lucky.
There were no severe lacerations this time. No sucker punches. No blood pouring everywhere at a horrifying rate. Even the wounds that Helen managed to inflict on Adina had no effect. It was the same fight as before, but this time, Adina wasn't just fighting for herself. She barely felt anything other than the rage pumping through her. She was fighting for everyone that this sick woman had hurt. For Ashley, who looked like he couldn't defend himself but she'd still torn him to shreds. For herself, who was clearly supposed to be getting the same outcome. For Marcus, who would probably sooner or later get a similar punishment for not loving her.
Adina ducked a claw and felt something in Helen's werewolf arm break when she returned with a blow from her bat. "Next time, try—" she caught the next wild swing with her bare hand, swept Helen's legs out, and punted Helen's ribs with all her strength, "—ambushing me instead of letting me know you're coming!" Helen tumbled down the stairs like a bull, taking out some of the shrubbery and breaking off a few pieces of concrete. In true dedicated, obsession-fueled strength, she came barreling right back up. A few seconds later, she was reeling back again. It wasn't a fight. It was a bloodbath. Last time had been Adina. This time it was Adina who had given up trying to play nice. There would be no self-defense. Not once did she try to block a punch. Instead, for every shot she took, she delivered one back way worse. She'd been injured, sure. Blood poured down her arm from the missing chunk of muscle, several of her ribs had been busted, and she was covered in lacerations, but when it came down to it, she was healing faster than Helen was injuring her. The same couldn't be said for Helen, who found herself getting absolutely mauled by the petite, cute little bundle of rage and pantsuit like a piñata getting its ass handed to it by a birthday party full of ten-year-olds.
Adina stalked down the stairs, still holding the slightly bent steel baseball bat. Anyone looking would have seen the fingerprints molded into the once-clean surface from her clenched hand. She swung it around, aiming it at the downed werewolf, who was currently lounging in the remains of someone's car like a recliner, stunned at the way this was going. "Stay down!" Adina ordered, pointing at her as she stood in the pouring rain. "I swear to fuckin' God, I will beat you senseless! I do not need a good reason to turn your wolf ass to putty!"
Maybe it was a good dash of common sense, or maybe it was the concussions, or maybe she simply lacked the strength to test Adina again, but Helen made a few garbled statements that nobody heard, swung a few times at nothing in particular, and passed out—leaving a steaming Adina standing in the street with assorted wreckage all around her, from the remains of her carefully selected and planted flowers to the mangled debris of Adina's neighbor's pretentious Ferrari. As each raindrop hit her, it evaporated with a loud hiss from the heat emanating from her body, turning Adina into a furious little steam machine. Adina, when she got like this, was not eloquent, so it wasn't surprising that she tossed the bat to the ground with an angry "motherfucker!" thrown in for good measure before she ended up using it some more.
She took deep breaths and tried to cool down before her dark instincts totally blocked her view and she lost all vestige of control. For a scary few moments, she wasn't sure if she'd be able to take the driver's seat again, but she semi-successfully bottled up her emotions, "semi" in the sense that she still felt like beating the shit out of Helen, but not actually doing it. This was exactly why she wasn't a hero. Heroes didn't do that. Heroes didn't have visions of murdering Helen, no matter how right or justified it may be in her mind. All that stuff that had been done to her as a youth, all that chaotic demon energy that bonded with her normal self, had created one hell of a dark side, a dark side that she normally resisted well enough but that now seemed like something she could easily lose herself to if she wasn't careful. She felt her temperature physically drop, slowly but surely, towards normalcy. She bottled up her rage, using the techniques that the Warlock had taught her. They hurt, sending awful feelings of nausea and tingling pain through her entire body as she stuffed the demon part of her back down. She needed a way to release it without actually doing anything insane, but nothing was around and she felt herself bubbling up again and—
And then a way to release it showed up.
Marcus.
His car came squealing out of the distance, appearing through the haze of the thunderstorm with his bright LED headlights blinding everyone and everything that looked his way. He skidded to a stop about twenty feet away from her, clearly threw it in park, and jumped out with a worried look on his handsome face. The rain, within a second, had stuck all of his clothes to his muscular body.
Evidently, that was all it took to transform her demon self from being enraged to being horny beyond belief.
"Adina!" He jogged towards her, sparing a glance at the downed Helen in her werewolf form. "Are you hurt? You're bleeding! What are you—"
And then, before he could finish, she was on top of him, having successfully and unfortunately transformed all her rage into lust—lust that she turned on him. Her hands flew all over him and they both fell to the ground on the asphalt with a curse. Her lips found his and they kissed with an animalistic, uncontrollable passion. She ground her hips against his, rubbing his manhood with a thigh that she slipped between his legs while he was probably trying to figure out what in the hell was happening. Based on the fact that he quickly grew hard under her touch and eagerly kissed her back, he wasn't too hard to convince. Her hands snuck all over his body as her tongue worshipped him. She barely broke away from the kiss for air, only to return with as much vigor as she could. She sensuously humped his hips on the street, needing him inside of her and needing to feel his body and needing to—
He pulled away for a second before she caught him again. "Adina, are you okay?" As he spoke, her hand made it to his balls and gave them a good, loving, maybe-too-hard squeeze. He let out a startled cough and grabbed her wrist, getting her to loosen her grip. "Here? Now? We're in the street! I mean, not that I'm against it and maybe we could—" As Marcus surprisingly quickly talked himself into having sex at the scene of a brutal fight in front of everyone who was looking, Adina's demonic side started to fade, leaving her with the realization that she was currently pressed up against him, his balls in her hand, bleeding onto him from her various injuries.
"Oh my God!" She released his manhood and scrambled off him, turning bright red as she finally got control of herself. "Marcus, I am so sorry, I lost control and—"
Marcus's pants were tented from his fully erect shaft. His eyes were spacey and confused by the whole mess, but like a trooper, he spat some rainwater out of his mouth. "Adina, I have no idea what just happened... but I am certainly not against it, and I think it's worth a try to see where that takes us if we keep doing it—" He froze and his attention fell to the gash in her shoulder that was slowly healing up. His eyes widened. "You're injured!"
"I'm fine," she muttered, now as crimson as a lobster. Her face was burning, not from the earlier anger but from sheer humiliation. "I'll be fine." She took a deep breath and made sure to not look at him, not now, not while her other side was in hiding. One good glance at him all wet like that and it might continue for good that time. She extended a hand to him and easily helped him up. The injuries that seemed so insignificant a moment ago returned in full force, hitting her like twenty pounds of stone. She let out a little gasp and limped her way out of the street with her cheeks on fire. She'd grabbed him. Hard. There was no mistaking it. She'd grabbed his manhood, and that was that. She'd gotten a good grip, something that both of them knew, and they now had to decide what to do with it. Her body quickly mended itself. The gash in her shoulder, once huge and gaping, narrowed itself to the size of a pencil, then vanished, leaving her skin smooth by the time the cops arrived and lugged the werewolf Helen off to a Gifted jail.
The gash in her dignity would take significantly longer to heal.
17
; Conclusion
The next day, Adina recovered by taking a much-needed break.
She'd been working herself raw, and between that and the fact that she was recovering from the fight, she figured she could use some rest. So, instead of going to the office and worrying about keeping everything running smoothly and making sure that nothing was out of order, she stayed at home and worried about keeping everything running smoothly and making sure that nothing was out of order.
The truth was that a lot of stuff was out of order. Tons of it, actually. Helen was behind bars and she'd be tried and put away soon, which was fantastic and she should be happy, but she found herself constantly in a sour mood. A couple of the agency's workers had stopped by to make sure she was okay with a couple sending messages asking her if she needed anything, but truthfully, she didn't feel like going anywhere. She knew why: four letters, one cute smile, and an impressive sense of purpose.
Marcus.
She hadn't talked to him since she'd hobbled her way up to her house. Before she'd left, she'd ordered the ambulances to make sure he was okay, trapping him so she could make a speedy getaway without having to confront what had happened. The day off was much needed, not only for her physical health, which was back to normal with the exception of a few nicks and bruises, but for her emotional health. She had been closer to losing it than she'd gotten in a while. Her dark part was always there, lurking, waiting, eager to take over if she let it, but she normally held a strong command over it and kept herself in check. She'd almost lost it. She'd been like an animal, acting on primal instincts with her mind along for the ride. If she hadn't caught herself, who knows what would have happened?
The other thing she couldn't stop thinking about was the fact that she wanted Marcus. That much was clear. Removing her rational mind and only using her primal instincts, she'd wanted to make love to him. Therefore, if she got over her hesitance, the result would be the same. She wasn't able to argue with herself about the pros and cons of getting intimate with him, because she'd already answered herself: she wanted him and the only thing in her way was her own mind. If he'd been willing to get naughty with her in a soaking wet street after she'd been in a crushing battle that had probably left her pretty gross, there wasn't much she could do during sex to turn him off. She'd probably been bleeding and covered in tufts of fur she'd taken from Helen's werewolf form. Her hair had been a mess and her makeup had given up on life. She'd walked into her house and seen a clown in the mirror. If, during all that, he was still into her... maybe it was time to let her mind take a break and let her body do the talking.
Somewhere in the mid-afternoon a full day after the incident, someone knocked on the door. While lounging on her couch in some casual house wear, she tossed her eyes in the general direction of the knock. She'd had more people come to her door in the past few days than she'd had in months, and every one of them had come with odd scenarios and situations. What was this one? Her invitation to Hogwarts?
"What?" she called bluntly. "Who is it?"
"It's me, Marcus."
She'd been expecting it. Maybe she'd even be hoping he'd swing by. Maybe that was why she was wearing makeup and had made sure she was fresh and squeaky clean. Nevertheless, she felt a sharp jab of nerves in her chest hearing his voice. "One second." She clambered off of the couch and made her way to the door. She opened it to find Marcus outside, a big grin on his face.
"Hey, Marcus," she said, playing it cool. She hid the fact that she'd jammed her little toe against the wall while walking up. "What can I help you with?"
He took a reluctant step inside, almost as though he was asking if he could enter. She moved aside and let him. "How are you feeling?"
"Good," she replied, smiling back at him. "Very good."
He reached for her shoulder and stroked her skin, which was now fully clean. "Amazing," he murmured. "What are you?"
"A recovering vegan," she replied with a playful tone to her voice. Her genetics weren't anything he needed to know. Maybe later, in time. "Why are you here?"
"I've been thinking," he told her, taking her hands in his. "I'm attracted to you. I think you're pretty amazing, and I want to do something with that."
She probably should have pulled away, they both knew it, but instead she shifted her hands until their palms touched. "Being with me is complicated," she told him.
"I'm okay with that," he said, giving her a smile. She could feel that he meant it. Damn. Damn him and damn her. He tugged her close, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her until her toes curled. They made it as far as the foyer to her living room before they fell on one another like a couple of lusty teenagers. He'd learn control in time, but right then he was as ravenous for her as she was for him...
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