He kept apologizing… It had to be the bite.
Alexa closed her eyes, exhaling slowly. She hated the part of her that was crying inside over it.
When the fuck did she get like this? Stupid. She was being stupid; it was just a fucking crush. But having Seth show any interest in her had only proved that as a terrible lie, hadn’t it? It wasn’t just a fucking crush. At some point, she had fallen head over heels for the damn bastard.
Fucker.
Alexa harshly pushed the thought aside, stripping her clothes off jerkily. She was being an idiot. She had told herself that she wasn’t going to fuck up what she and Seth had over this stupid crush shit and then she just went and let him kiss her. Dumb. So fucking dumb.
She turned on the shower, throwing herself under the spray, closing her eyes and sighing as the warm water beat down on her back and her muscles began to unwind. Her hair flattened and clung to her flesh, the strands streaming down her breasts while water caressed her every inch. God, she was so wet. So achingly wet. Once fucking kiss and she was so horny.
It was the stupid tattoo, she knew it, but being around Seth hadn’t helped anything. Kissing him sure as fuck hadn’t. Seeing him hard, knowing he was right next to her with a fucked up leg and rock hard dick had done absolutely nothing to curb her crazy need.
She needed to get it over with and get laid. She had no problem masturbating until her fingers wanted to fall off, but she was pretty sure the only thing that was going to get her over this fucking crush was a real live, hard body to turn to that wasn’t her best friend. She rarely dated—she rarely even thought about dating. But the last two weeks she’d been considering going out with this guy from college that had been chasing her for a while. Just for this. Just to get the fuck over Seth. It was time. She needed to grow up and stop being so dumb about this shit.
Closing her eyes under the spray, she let her fingers slid down her thighs, taking two digits and slowly stroking inside her aching flesh. She was impossibly slick, her pussy so wet with want already. Completely Seth’s fault, the damn bastard. Dragging her to this forsaken pink spa, looking absolutely hot as hell, and then teasing the fuck out of her with kisses and erections and all that fucking staring. Bracing herself on the tile wall, Alexa stroked her clit, biting her lip to keep from making noises as she rocked her hips onto her hand. He kept staring at her like she wasn’t supposed to notice. Looking at her tits and her ass, his eyes fucking her while he was still so politely holding back. Seth was always so fucking polite. It was why bitches like Chloe were able to walk all over him.
Gasping against the wall, Alexa pressed her slippery breasts up tight to the tile, her nipples aching on the cool surface as she rode her fingers. It didn’t take long, her body absolutely wound up and ready from the moment Seth’s lips had touched hers. She came, her cries catching in her throat, her pussy spasming on her narrow fingers.
“Fuck,” she whispered, groaning as all the tension drained out of her. She rested her head heavily against the wall and slowly extracted her fingers from her passage. Bringing them to her lips, she licked the fluid away that was coating her digits. She stayed under the spray for long minutes, her body feeling half drugged and sluggish while her mind continued to spin on her best friend.
It didn’t matter. Seth needed to get to the doctor for treatment. Thinking about anything else concerning him was just a waste at the moment.
Turning the water off, she toweled her flesh briskly, scowling at the pink material. She hadn’t really thought the weekend through too well, Seth having called her up last second. Her pajamas consisted of a soft, red tee that clung to her wet skin and a fresh pair of black thong cut panties. She dried her hair off while glancing at herself in the mirror, part of her admiring her sexy form, the other part wondering if she wasn’t totally making a mistake wearing such an outfit when Seth was acting beyond weird.
She didn’t have anything else, though, and there was no way in fuck she was going to wear the pink towel. Seth had seen her in less many times before.
But he had also never kissed her like that.
She frowned, running a brush through her damp, bright locks. Had he kissed Chloe like that? Did he kiss all his girlfriends like that? The idea that he might have kissed anyone besides her like that was strangely upsetting.
She was being dumb. Her fucking head was losing to this stupid crush and she hated every fucking moment of it. Of course Seth would kiss his girlfriends the same way. Why the fuck would kissing her be any different? It wasn’t like she was special. It wasn’t like he was even into her beyond the damn bite that was fucking him up. She needed to get the fuck over herself already and remember her priorities. Making sure Seth made it through this damn magical infliction.
Decided, she opened the bathroom door. “Fuck!” She gasped, stopping short and putting her arms up when she found Seth standing right in the doorway, his tall frame blocking the way. “What the hell? You scared the fuck out of me!” She said, her heart pounding in her chest as she looked wide-eyed at him.
“Sorry,” Seth muttered, straightening slowly while favoring his leg. “The dry blood is itchy as fuck and I thought I’d wash it.”
Alexa didn’t say anything, instead watching as Seth’s gaze moved hungrily down her body. She was suddenly self-conscious of the fact that her nipples were clearly outlined through her thin shirt, the hem of the tee ending too high and revealing her body from the belly button down.
She held her breath as his nostrils flared. Could he smell her? Had he been standing out here, listening and scenting while she masturbated about him?
“Are you okay?” She made herself ask, Seth still staring at her body, the brunette’s expression beyond intense.
“I just need to clean my leg,” he said roughly, finally meeting her gaze.
“Right.” Alexa edged to the side of the door, waiting for Seth to step back enough to let her out. She could feel the feverish heat rolling off his skin. He was so sick right now and she was a total bitch for thinking of him sexually. Seth had no idea what the fuck he was doing, the fever probably taking over any rational thought he might have. That the damn infliction was magical in nature just made him more susceptible to it and less capable of fighting back.
“Let me know if you need anything,” she said, her guilt only growing as her friend limped into the bathroom.
Seth paused, his hand on the handle of the door. “I would never hurt you, Lexa,” he said, looking straight ahead.
“I know,” she assured him quietly. “I’m not afraid of you, Seth.”
He finally looked at her, her friend swallowing hard as he took in her barely dressed form and immediately looking away.
“I am.”
Shuddering, Alexa jumped as he shut the door, the sound too loud as Seth hid away.
Fuck. Fuck, he was definitely losing it.
Alexa was just pulling the blankets down on the bed when she heard Seth call from the bathroom. Frowning, she padded softly to the door, her fingers flexing nervously. “What?”
“Lexa,” he called from the other side of the door, his voice sounding strangely low. “I think… I think maybe you should get another room.”
“Why?” He didn’t answer, her nerves growing. He’d been in the bathroom a good twenty minutes, the sounds of the water running telling her he had washed as much of he could of his leg safely. But the water had stopped minutes ago and he hadn’t made a peep since.
“Seth?” She called, worried he might have hurt himself. She pushed the bathroom door open hesitantly, finding him dressed and standing in front of the mirror staring at his reflection. Seth looked her way when he heard her come in, his eyes glowing an unearthly blue.
Alexa’s breath hitched, her mind whirling. “Fuck, Seth. It was a plague vermin, wasn’t it?”
“I think so.” He clutched at the sink counter, Alexa staring at his fingers when the marble began to crack from his powerful grip.
“Seth?”
“
I think you better go. I don’t… fuck. I don’t know what I’m going to do,” Seth whispered, his voice sounding growl like.
Swallowing hard, she stepped closer and gently touched his arm. She carefully pulled his hand from his impossible death grip and twined their fingers together, showing him that she wasn’t afraid. “Transformation takes 24 hours.”
“Not for the red ones,” Seth said wearily.
“Your eyes are blue.”
“For now. Lexa, it’s too dangerous.”
Alexa scoffed, tightening her grip before he could pull away. “Like fuck it is. The worst a plague bite does is make a person a little crazy. A little aggressive. You’re not going to go feral like a werewolf.”
“It pumped me full of venom—You know what that does. Stop fucking around. I’m already feeling strong… fast.” Seth’s eyes moved to hers through the mirror, his expression intense. “I can smell so much, Lexa. I can hear your fucking heart beating. I can feel the heat of you, the pulse of your blood running through your veins.”
“As long as it stays in my veins, it’s fine, dumbass,” she whispered, trying to stay steady under his glare. It was like he could see right into her and for the first time she was feeling nervous around him for reasons beyond her crush.
“What’s wrong with your stomach?” Seth suddenly asked, his eyes moving down her form. “I can feel it—Something is emanating from there.”
Blinking, Alexa looked down. “I’m not fucking pregnant if that’s what you’re getting at.” She pressed her underwear down, biting her lip when the top of her tattoo came into view. “Uh, fuck, you weren’t supposed to see that,” she whispered, wincing as she looked up.
“You got a tattoo? Without me?”
Shrugging awkwardly, she took a step back, not really looking to have an argument in the cramped bathroom. “What, I was supposed to invite you along?”
Frowning, Seth turned, following her slowly, still favoring his leg as he leaned in the doorway. “We promised, Lexa. We’d get our first tattoos together.”
Alexa sighed, guilt twisting in her stomach. “What did you want me to do, Seth? I couldn’t even talk to you because of her. I was supposed to just drop by and say ‘hey, come get a fucking tattoo with me?’ Things were strained enough.”
“What are you talking about? Did Chloe say something to you?” He asked, suddenly looking angry.
She just shook her head. “She didn’t have to say anything. I’m not a fucking idiot, man. Girls hate me, especially girls that are dating you. They can’t help being jealous—I’m just trying to do my best to not fuck things up for you.”
Seth’s brows furrowed and he sighed heavily. “I thought I had hidden it better from you. I didn’t want you getting upset—It’s not your fault, Lexa.”
Alexa shrugged, swallowing when Seth’s hand reached out, his finger teasing into the waistband of her panties. She was immediately hot, instantly wet and hyper aware of him standing so close to her, and she hated that she had no control to her reaction.
“Can I see it?”
Blushing, she nodded, holding herself still when he took both hands and slowly rolled the material down, his hot hands brushing her flesh and sending sparks through her.
“It’s nice… really nice.” Seth breathed deep, his nostrils flaring, and with a flush, Alexa realized he was smelling her. More specifically, the wetness that had built between her thighs from the simple touch of his hands on her. Her pussy tightening, she met his gaze, part of her hoping he wouldn’t understand. She had never intentionally gotten between him and his girlfriends but having to explain that fact felt like the point of destroying their friendship completely. It was just a crush. One that would eventually pass. She was pretty sure if she ignored it long enough, it would pass.
“Seth,” Alexa gasped, her hand flying to his wrist when he suddenly reached lower, his fingertips trailing fire over her mound and dragging at the edge of her lips. “W-What are you…?” She stared wide eyed as he lifted his hand, bringing two damp fingers to his nose and breathing deeply.
“Fuck, Lexa… You smell so good,” he said with a moan, his eyes closed as he breathed in again.
“I smell the same I always do. It’s the venom,” she reminded shakily, watching as his tongue slipped out and he licked his fingers slowly, starting from the base and moving to the tips. She took a tentative step back but Seth’s other hand tightened on her hip, holding her in place. “Seth, you’re not… you’re not yourself,” she whispered even as desire rose up in her.
Seth’s eyes burning into hers, he bent down, speaking lowly in her ear. “I’m trying, Lexa. It’s just… really hard. That scent. Your scent. It’s driving me crazy,” he admitted with a groan, his tongue licking out and teasing up the side of her face. Alexa jolted, gasping quickly as he tugged her closer. “I want to touch you so bad. Want to… God, I want to taste you.”
She closed her eyes, hearing the struggle in his voice. He didn’t want this. He was sick and he was doing things he didn’t really want to do.
“Just go to bed,” Alexa said. “Go to bed and when you wake up, it’ll be time to go to the doctor. Just get through the night, Seth. It’s not even five hours. You can do this.”
Growling lowly, Seth’s fingers gripped her hip harder, his hand moving back and sliding down her bare ass, her thong doing little to protect her from his burning touch. Alexa held herself still, knowing if she moved, it would be into the touch. “Five hours," he repeated hoarsely, his breathing strained. “Just five hours.”
“Yeah, just five hours. I can even use a sleeping charm.”
“Okay… okay.” Panting, he pulled his face away from her neck. Glancing down, Alexa bit her bottom lip, finding his jeans tented, Seth fully erect and beyond large.
“Go lie down,” she whispered, fighting the dizziness washing over her. God, he was big. Big and full of venom. And venom could make a guy last, go for hours—If it didn’t drive them insane first. But Seth didn’t like her like that. He was her friend to the point that he got hurt by her getting a tattoo without him. It didn’t matter what the fucking beast inside him was saying, he didn’t want this. “Go lie down and I’ll cast you to sleep.”
He reluctantly let her go, his hand delving down between her thighs first, Lexa swaying and swallowing hard when he rubbed the underside of her pussy, the material of her panties the only barrier between them. His eyes locked on hers, Seth again raised his hand to his nose, breathing in her arousal again.
Fuck. Whatever was in him was totally fucking him up. She tried to ignore the throb in her core, the way her pussy clenched to know Seth was getting off on the scent of her. He was hurting over his breakup. He was just trying to heal after Chloe tore his heart out but not before the bitch broke it during the last year. This would only hurt him more.
Seth laid out slowly on the couch, his eyes never leaving hers, his lips sucking his fingers while his dick strained against his zipper. “Five hours,” she reminded, stepping back to the couch with a sleeping charm in hand she had gotten from her purse.
He nodded, his eyes sliding down again to where the tattoo was peeking out from her panties.
“Seth, damn it,” she gasped, his closest hand wrapping around the back of her thighs and pulling closer. “Stop.”
“Not going to hurt you,” he muttered softly, Seth's breath hot as he pressed his face up against the front of her underwear. “Just… Just want to smell you. You smell so good, Lexa. So sexy… You are so fucking sexy.”
“Damn it.” Her breath coming out in fast pants, Alexa tangled her fingers into his thick hair to keep from falling forward when Seth pulled her closer, his lips parting and tongue sliding over the material of her panties. She should tell him to stop, should push him away but hell, she couldn’t seem to do anything but hold on as he nuzzled between her thighs and breathed her sex in. He was holding her so effortlessly tight, his breath so hot, the bristle of his jaw prickly and sending tremors through her down to her toes.
“You’re soaked,” Seth said with a low groan, his tongue sliding out and rubbing on the underside of her pussy, teasing at the edge of her panties and the crease of her thigh.
“Seth,” she gasped out, rocking her hips forward while hating her lack of restraint. “You shouldn’t. You’re not right…”
“I can’t get your fucking scent out of my mind.” He growled again, his teeth nipping and pulling at her underwear, pulling the material up hard until Alexa moaned to feel her panties slide between the lips of her pussy and cling to her clit. With a whimper, she realized she was exposed to him, his breath hotter than before, the moisture of his steamy murmurs engulfing her with every heavy exhale he made.
“Spread your legs.”
Shuddering, she shook her head. “No, Seth…” She closed her eyes, the next swipe of his tongue finding her heated flesh and slicking into the juices already dripping from her. Seth jolted, moaning loudly from the taste of her. Suddenly both of his large hands grabbed her ass and pulled her hard over the couch. She caught the side of the couch with a gasp, her eyes shutting tightly as Seth shoved his face between her trembling thighs and began to lick her ravenously.
“Fuck, oh fuck,” she cried out, arching her back and spreading wider, helping him get his tongue between her slick folds. Her hands were shaking and she was gasping for air, her senses filled with the sounds of Seth slurping and sucking at her juices while she humped his face. Growling as he again found himself licking her panties, Seth tore the thin material down her thighs, pulling her hips down as well until she was straddling his neck and her knees sank into the couch to either side of him. He grasped her thighs, digging his fingers into her toned muscles roughly as he lifted his head and drove his tongue into her throbbing, tight slit.
“F-Fuck,” she gasped out, moaning as Seth’s lips began to kiss her dripping ones, his mouth opened wide and pulling her flesh into his hot mouth so he could then stroke it with his tongue. His thumb found her clit, her cries growing in volume as he rubbed the bud with slow strokes even as he voraciously laved and sucked on her pussy like a starving beast. His other hand held her thigh and the bottom of her ass painfully tight, pulling her forward every time he drove his tongue deep inside her, relentlessly fucking her with his mouth.
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