Chapter Twelve
Esme
“Yes! Oh God, right there,” I hissed into Dorian’s ear, trying to keep my voice down as his hands gripped my ass tighter while his cock nailed me to the shower wall of a bathroom in an empty patient room.
I turned my head to face him, and our lips met hungrily, and that was all I needed. My release tore through me, and of course he groaned into my mouth at the same time I cried out into his.
“I’m so glad you answered your pager,” I moaned, pulling away from his lips and letting my head fall back against the tile.
He chuckled and lifted me off him gently. I grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned myself up while he took care of himself.
Once we were both all set to go out into the hospital again, I looked at him, and he at me.
This was an awkward moment if I’d ever experienced one.
“Thanks for that. I’ll, um, see you soon.” I walked to the door with my cheeks flaming, hearing him chuckle behind me as I left the bathroom. Apparently, Dorian had released a needy monster inside me last night. I swear, all I had to do was think about the way his hands gripped mine as he fucked me hard and I was like a cat in heat.
This morning hadn’t been enough. No, apparently I needed him two other times in the past five hours. He had been available both times, and I was getting nervous what would happen when I felt the desire pop up and he didn’t answer. Would I combust?
Yeah, I was feeling dramatic. But apparently once you gave your body to the devil for a night, he possessed it even when he wasn’t around.
“Okay, spill. I know what you and the doctor have been doing because he hasn’t been frowning as much, and you look fuckintoxicated. And don’t give me that face—I made it up, but you look it.” Melissa Ann walked alongside me as we journeyed to the nurses’ station.
“I think he’s turned me into an addict; I can’t stop thinking about him and sex,” I admitted. She laughed then glared at anyone who gave her a funny face from her outburst.
“Well, at least I was right about him being good in bed.”
“And the wall, and the table. Really, anywhere.” I covered my mouth after the words were already out. This was embarrassing.
Melissa Ann laughed some more then pulled me in for a hug.
“You’re doing what you always wanted—living hard and fucking even harder. Until it becomes too consuming, enjoy that cock, Esme.” She kissed my cheek and then we went about our night, checking on patients and administering medicine. Living hard and fucking harder. She was right about that.
Dorian had given me a nod as he left after his shift. No kiss goodbye or anything, and that was what I needed from him—to remind me that it was still indeed just physical between us.
Once my shift was over, I was wired from running around at the hospital, so I walked the few blocks over to the Hero Society headquarters, curious if anyone was around.
A small smile grew on my lips as I thought about how a few short months ago I had virtually no one but Melissa Ann as my friend, and now I had her, a family within the society, and a man to screw when I needed. Things were changing, and I couldn’t complain.
Until the building I was walking by exploded.
My body was thrown into the street. After a few moments to regain my senses, I started evaluating myself for injuries. Everything ached, and my ears were ringing. I was vaguely aware of a sharp pain in my arm, but otherwise I knew I was okay. I looked around to see if anyone else was hurt, but there wasn’t anyone there but me.
Then a woman stepped out of the damaged building. Her body seemed to be absorbing the fire around her. She saw me there in the road and ambled over. I tried to crawl away, but was too stunned to get far. I had no way to fight this woman. My powers wouldn’t be useful here, and I had no combat training.
She had long black hair and purple contacts in her eyes. She was wearing punk rocker gear, black top with fishnet sleeves, and purple ripped jeans with studded black boots, and she looked good in it—I’d give her that. She crouched in front of me and reached out to touch my hair.
“Poor little fly, caught in a web and doesn’t know why.” The woman had a thick Spanish accent, and I smacked her hand away from me.
“Feisty. You’d do well with us. I can feel the energy in your veins, little fly. You’ve got something inside that you hide.” She was peering at me like a cat looking at her next snack.
“Why’d you blow up that building?” I asked, trying to waste time until help arrived. Hopefully. Hero Society headquarters wasn’t far from here; surely someone would come.
The woman looked behind her, and I tried to get up and make a run for it, but she grabbed tight to my leg and turned her head back to me.
“The owner was an old friend of mine. He needed to learn a lesson. No means no.” She smiled, and I felt a knot in my stomach.
“I’m sure you feel better now. You should go out and celebrate.”
