Holding onto her hand a little longer than I need to, I smile, then slowly release her.
“Why are you here, Valene Spencer?”
She laughs. “Because I’ve been a bad girl.” She turns around and sticks out her ass. “And we both know what they do to bad girls at Compound Six now that you’re back in business.”
My eyes widen. Was not expecting that response. When she turns back to face me, she laughs louder.
“You should lighten up, Pike.”
She’s about to die, and she’s telling me to lighten up.
Interesting.
All I can manage to do is stare at her. She rolls her eyes and sits on the nearby weight bench. Crossing her legs, she sighs.
“Fine, you want an actual answer?”
I nod.
“I’m a bit of a trouble maker. Stealing food. Conning people out of extra shower time. And my latest offense, talking to one of your people.”
“My people?”
She nods, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Oh, yeah.” She holds up her hands in the air, an admission of guilt. “Was shooting the shit with this earth Spirit. Nadine. She’s pretty cool.”
I inch toward her. “Oh, my. You have been a bad girl.”
Leaning back, she grins. “You gonna teach me a lesson?”
I smile. “I am in the lesson-teaching business.” I furrow my brows, having fun with this flirtation. “Let’s see, I can have you write, Do not to talk to the things the gods made, on the black board one hundred times.”
Her lips press together, a thoughtful expression settling on her face. “That’s a good start. But, seeing as how it’s my last lesson, maybe you could make it a little more fun.”
Laugher booms out of me. I shake my head. “I’ll see what I can do.”
She straightens the pants of her coveralls. “Good.”
We stare at each other for a few charged moments, enjoying the anticipation, then I clear my throat.
“In all seriousness, aren’t you scared?”
Her head tilts to the side. “Of?”
I raise an eyebrow.
“Oh.” Her bright eyes narrow. “Of you? Of dying?’ She snorts.
Again, not the reaction I was expecting. I reach out to wrap my power around her because I’m curious. And that’s all I feel when I taste her, my own curiosity.
Well, goddamn.
That’s rare.
“No, I’m not afraid.” Her expression almost crumples. “I’m more excited than anything. Never met a siren before.”
“Why?”
She shrugs. “Just never ran into one?”
I sigh, then stare at her. Realization brightens her eyes.
“Oh! Why aren’t I afraid?” She frowns. “This conversation is getting depressing. And counterproductive.”
With a smile, I sit down next to her. Leaning over, I brush her hair away from her ear. “If you humor me, I promise to make it up to you.”
Her body trembles. I scan my gaze down the length of her leg to the toes that are curling on the mat.
After a few moments, she huffs. “Okay, only… If I give you one, you give me one?”
I lick my lips. “Bet.”
With a small smile, she tucks her hair behind her ears.
“I’m not afraid of dying, because there’s nothing left to be afraid of.” Her head turns, and she stares straight ahead. “Before this, my life was good. And after... I watched the love of my life turn into this… creature that ate her own frickin’…” She shudders, shaking the bench with emotion. With a sniffle, she pinches her eyelids down with her fingers.
We sit there for however long. I clear my throat.
“I’m sorry,” I finally say.
She turns to me, waving me off. “No, I’ve accepted it.”
Something about the expression makes me curious again. I reach out to taste her. And again, nothing but my own shit bounces back at me.
“Anyway, my turn.”
Straightening up, I nod. “What do you wanna know?”
She purses her lips and studies me for a while. Finally, she claps, then nods her head. “Got it. Is it because you feel guilty?”
I shake my head. “No idea what you’re talkin’ bout.”
“Well, a siren started all of this.” She stares at me with a meaning it takes me awhile to comprehend.
“You’re talking about ole’ Harley, the suicide siren.” I shake my head at memories of her.
“Are you going after this cure because you feel the need to right things, or what?”
With a shrug I say, “I honestly never thought about it that way.” I turn my head and gaze at her. “So no, it’s not guilt.”
“Did you know her?”
I wag my finger at her. “That’s two.”
With a scoff she says, “Serious?”
“’Fraid so.”
She pouts, which makes me smile. Girl is a weird mix of adorable and kick-you-in-the dick independent.
“Can I have just one more? Not about Harley.”
I stare at her for several seconds, pretending to think. “Make it good.”
Her face breaks into a wide grin. “Why does it kill you? Hearing the siren song?”
I hesitate, mouth falling open. No one’s ever asked me that before. Slapping one hand against the inside palm of the other, I shrug.
“It’s not hearing it that kills you,” I say. “Technically, it’s not hearing it.”
She squints at me. Her mouth starts to form and O. I reach out to press my finger to her lips.
“I’m sick of talking,” I say huskily.
Her eyes glaze over, then her breath shallows. “You… started it.”
Ignoring this, I lean in closer to her. So close our noses almost touch. “Think of something you want, right now.”
Her quivering mouth parts. “Other than the obvious?”
“Yeah, something you miss. From before.”
She bites down on her lip again. Her gaze lifts to the ceiling. The flesh around her eyes wrinkles. Then, slowly, a grin spreads across her face.
“Got it?” I ask.
She nods.
“Alright, baby girl. Picture it. Close your eyes and see yourself with it.”
Another nod. Her eyelids flutter shut. After a few minutes, I push my power out of my body, let it touch her. Bumping into something hard, I can tell she has a strong mental picture in her head.
I take a deep breath. “You ready for this shit?”
With her eyes still closed, she jerks her head up and down. I inch a little closer, then I whistle.
Valene’s body goes limp. Her breath comes out in puffs. Leaning over, I brush my lips against her hair as I slide it back. Then, I caress her lobe with my mouth.
As I back away slightly, I say, “Open them.”
Her thin eyelashes flutter as her eyes open. For a moment, she has no reaction, then she gasps and leaps to her feet.
“Holy fuck!”
I laugh and stand next to her. As soon as she looks up at the sky, elation hits me. Yeah, I don’t usually use words like elation, but this feeling deserves a big ass word. This is definitely some elation type shit.
Her face flushes, jaw drooping toward the floor. Her eyes dart toward me, then back up again. Her head shakes slowly from side to side. Warmth rises from my gut. I raise my head and stare up with her.
A deep blue sky sprawls over our heads. Streaks of white trail through, and on the horizon, a bright, pulsing sun casts shadows on the grass under our feet.
This is what she misses from before. Being under a real sky.
“How are you doing this?” she asks.
Tearing my eyes away from the view, I look down. She’s standing right in front of me, wearing an expression that reminds me of a young boy that’s just discovered masturbation.
“Technically, you’re doing this.”
She looks up again. “I don’t understand.”
Twisting my shoulders inward, I lean closer to he
r. “I’m using you. Your wants created this illusion.”
Birds chirp off in the distance, and she laughs.
“Illusion.” She shakes her head. “It seems so real. It even…feels real, and warm.”
“Yeah,” I say, staring at her.
Her lips curl into a grin. “Wow, you’re frickin’ amazing.”
Her compliment lands in my gut like hot coal. I rub the side of my nose.
“No, I’m not,” I mutter. The scenery around us flickers, replacing endless sky with the gym for half a second.
“What did you say?”
Shaking my head, I square my shoulders and smile. “Nothing.”
She turns all the way toward me and rests a hand against my chest. “So, what else can you do?”
Her fingers slide down until both her hands clamp around my waist.
“Pike,” she breathes, tightening her grip. “Does your singing always make women horny as hell?” Standing on her tiptoes, she presses her lips against the fold of my neck, then trails them across my skin to nibble my earlobe.
A slight tingle rushes me. My eyes close. “Easy girl.”
Her lips trail back to my ear. “Do it again.”
I reach out and twist my fingers into the hair at the back of her neck. Pulling her back, I gaze down at her and grin.
“What do I get if I do?”
She’s practically panting. I feel her desire like a lit fire in my chest. She presses her tongue up against her top lip and backs away. Reaching out, she start to unbutton my coveralls, then pulls them back over my shoulders. Then she peels them down until they’re hanging around my waist.
I try to keep my breath level. My eyebrows lift. Before I can say anything, she reaches a hand down the front of my pants.
“Mm,” I grunt as she runs her hands up and down the length of me.
“You’re hard,” she whispers. “Makes me think that what you want in return… is me.”
As she stares up at me, the blue-sky flickers and we’re back in the gym. I open my mouth to say something that will get her inner freak going, and only manage a grunt.
Smooth.
She grins and slowly takes her hand out of my pants. Then, she grabs my hand and guides it between her legs. Her body trembles at my touch. She soaks my fingers.
“More,” she says, reaching up to wrap her arms around my neck.
I lean over and press my lips against her ear. As my fingers slide inside her, I whistle again. She belts out a moan, and her eyes roll up into her head. Sliding my hands up her body, I stop singing and her eyes pop open.
“What? Why’d you stop?”
I grin. “Want to see another trick?’
She bites her lip. “You trying to torture me?”
I ignore her question while I stare at her. “Take off your clothes.” My voice comes out firm and low.
Pink flushes her skin. Breathing heavy, she slowly pulls back her coverall, exposing inch after inch of toned, modest curves. With each inch she shows me, I grow an inch for her. I tighten my jaw.
She’s not much in cup size, but her nipples are hard and perfect. Porn nipples. I lick my lips.
Not usually what greases my man stick, but she pulls it off. I gesture with my head to the weight bench.
“Sit.”
Her eyes narrow. “Ask nicely.”
With a grin, I saunter toward her, inching her backward until she backs into the bench. After stumbling, she has to sit down.
She glares up at me, and I wink.
“Stay.”
I can feel her glare as I go to kneel down. “Don’t act like you’re not turned on.”
She juts her chin upward as I gather her coveralls, and then start ripping them to shreds.
“What are you doing?”
I place the first, long thin strip of frayed clothing over my shoulder.
“Put your arms up, all the way above your head.”
Her eyebrows tighten as hesitation washes over her face.
“Now,” I say, ripping a second strip of clothing free. “Or, I can do it for you.”
She lets out a nervous little chuckle, then slowly, arms shaking, she does as I ask. I bind her wrists with the strip of clothing.
When I tighten it roughly, she gasps, then gives another nervous giggle.
“So, sirens are kinda freaky, huh?”
I kneel own and bind her ankles together. “I told you this was a magic trick.” Once I’m satisfied with the knot, I stand back up and rip off the third strip of cloth. Leaning over, I tie it around her eyes, then wave a hand in front of her face.
“Can you see?”
“No,” she says with a gasp.
I back up a few inches. Pausing a moment to enjoy the sight of this hot ass female, blind folded, tied, and butt ass naked. I rub my hands together.
“And now… I shall make you come without laying a finger on you.”
She snorts and starts struggling against the restraints. “Yeah, right…”
I whistle and ease my power over to her like a soft touch. With a gasp, she bites down on her bottom lip and her head falls back. Continuing the song, I focus my mind on one thing. Physical ecstasy.
Her lips part. She groans. “P… Pike.” Her arms tense as she attempts to lower them. She starts to sway from left to right, trying to slide either arm free.
Resisting the urge to snatch her up and tear that ass up, I keep going. My jaw clenches with every groan that falls off her lips. I go rigid when she starts to beg.
“God, oh god-Pike!” She leans over on her side, then lets out another moan. “Please… please just untie me.”
I inch forward for a closer look at the show. And the show is damn good. Leaning over, I can feel how close she is.
“Oh, God!” She cries out and, then grinds her teeth together. “Fuck! Untie me!”
I smile and stop whistling. For a second her body relaxes. Then, I start up again. She tenses up like rigor mortis hit her. Her mouth forms a wide O, then she pants as her body jerks forward. She repeats this a few times, the lets out a long, low wail and rolls onto the floor.
Leaning over, I watch her squirm while sweat spreads out over her skin. I take in a deep breath. She’s close. To the point of pain.
I pause the song, inhale, then go again, focused on how I want to make her climb the walls. She rolls over and arches her back, then she screams. I feel the climax with her. It makes me want to touch her.
I reach over and trail my fingers down her moist stomach.
Her body clenches.
“Don’t touch me,” she says, panting.
I lift my hand and wait. She moans in between each labored breath. When her trembling abates enough, I reach back over and start to untie her.
When I pull the blindfold off, she gives me a spaced out look, then blows out her breath and runs her fingers through her hair.
“That was…” She exhales. “Fuck me… after that, no need to feel bad about killing me.
I smile. “Sure you don’t need a minute?” I wink. “And I wasn’t going to feel bad.”
She rolls over onto her side and gives that look. Then she gets up on all fours and crawls over to me. Holding herself over me, she lowers her mouth down and pecks my stomach. Then she looks up and says, “You really don’t feel bad?”
I sweep her hair back and shrug. “No.” My voice comes out raspy.
A half smile touches her lips. “Is it screwed up that I think that’s hot?”
Before I respond, she lowers her head and bites my shoulder. I jump, gripping the back of her neck. She starts to claw at me, pulling my clothes off, breathing heavy.
“Fuck me, Pike,” she breathes.
I lean forward, then pick her up. Her legs wrap around me.
“How do you want it, baby girl?”
“Hard,” she says against my ear. “Slow at first.”
I back her against the nearest wall and slide inside of her. I exhale relief. She’s feels like warm honey, and tight.
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br /> I take my time sliding in and out, then thrust my hips forward hard at the end of each stroke. When time I do, she rewards me with a sensual moan. Her fingers dig into my scalp.
“Faster,” she pants before biting into my shoulder.
I scramble to balance her against the wall, then take her faster. A warm tingle rushes my nuts, and I slow down. She’s starting to feel too good. I take in a few breaths, then get back to it.
“Oh, hell yes,” she mutters.
Reaching around, I unwrap her legs, then let her slide down the wall. I take her from behind, grabbing a fistful of her hair. She growls like a frickin’ jungle cat.
Fucks like one too.
“Oh, god, Pike.” She slams her hand into the wall. “Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop.”
Sweat rolls down my face and drips onto her back. I force one of her legs up with my knees and take her that way. The tingle is back, and my eyes squeeze shut. Damn, I want to come. But I hold back. My legs start to quiver, and she’s filling the room with moans and profanity.
Valene is a screamer.
I like making her scream.
Raising my hand, I swipe down and spank her little white ass. She turns her head as much as she can and bares her teeth. I spank it again. She thrusts her hips backward.
The tingle turns to full blown-about to nut mode. Which means I have to work harder to get her off first. Nothing in the world feels better than a woman’s orgasm.
I pull back, angle myself upward, and then slide back in slowly. I thrust, half in, all the way out, over and over. She loses her mind. My toes curl, trying to hold out as long as I can. Just when I think I might lose my fucking mind, she lets out a high squeal, bends further at the waist, and damn near convulses.
A quiet grunt echoes from my throat, then I come inside of her. My mind blanks, and for the next thirty seconds or so, nothing else matters.
When she goes limp, I reach out and grab her around the waist. I lower us both to the floor. She lies back against my chest and lets out a light moan.
“Wow,” she says after a few minutes. She wraps my arms tighter around her. I grin, still out of breath.
“Damn right,” I say.
She twists around slightly to look at me. “You look different,” she breathes.
I smile. “You look beautiful.”
Almost as soon as the words leave my mouth, need nibbles at the back of my skull. She turns back around and giggles.
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