Inara’s limp in my arms, playing dead, but as I lay her down, she thrashes in a feeble attempt to fight me.
I wrap a gloved hand around her throat. “Stop fighting.” Her neck is fragile in my grip.
Her prey response kicks in, and she stills.
I lean over her. “You want to run from me so I chase you? I’m happy to oblige. But not here. You’re overwrought.” I’ve pushed her too far, and she’s panicked. I have to be careful to bend but not break her.
I stroke her jaw until the fire lights her eyes.
“You’re insane,” she spits at me.
“Perhaps.” I cup her face, so delicate, between my heavily armored hands. “But you share the same insanity, don’t you? The need to hunt. To make the world safe for innocent children. They sleep well at night because we are who we are.”
“I don’t want to be crazy,” she whispers.
“I know. But we didn’t choose this life.” I pull her close, needing her in my arms. Shielding her even as I expose her to all I am.
She shivers against me, her head bowed. She has to be freezing with her bare feet. The air around the platforms is warm from the electronics, but in a cavern like this, there’s always a draft.
“Are you going to kill me?”
I tip her face up so I can see her eyes. “Why would I kill you when I can make you mine?”
* * *
Inara
I stare at Rex.I still can’t reconcile the suave billionaire with this armored defender.
But my body knows it’s him. I scoot to the edge of the platform and let my hands trace the suit encasing his powerful form.
“If you wear this, how did you get the scars?”
“Earlier prototypes.” He takes my hand, kisses the palm, and replaces it on the firm plate covering his chest. “I was the main test subject. Wherever R&D needed a guinea pig, I volunteered. It drives Hamish crazy. But what did I have to live for? I had nothing, no one.”
He’s staring at me so intently. I keep studying the armor. It’s more like a fabric in some places and more like rubber in others. There must be steel underneath to make it bulletproof. It’s fascinating, but I’m more preoccupied with avoiding Rex’s gaze.
“You felt so alone,” I murmur, thinking of his boyhood journals.
“I did. But now I have you.” He brushes my hair off my neck. I shiver.
“I need to get you out of here.” He sets his hands on my hips, and I grab his forearms to forestall him.
“Not yet.” I’m breathing hard from the chase and the fall, but all the fear and adrenaline have morphed into something more. I reach up and slide a hand behind his helmeted head. Slowly, I draw his face to mine.
He lets me have control until our lips touch. Then he cups the back of my head, holding me still so he can sweep his tongue into my mouth and plunder. The violence leaves me panting. I stare at him, lips bruised, cunt aching like he’s teased me to the brink of orgasm.
“Spread your legs for me.”
The submissive in me takes over, and I lie back and let him push my legs apart. He palms my buttocks and lifts my bottom half. My legs drape over his armored shoulders as he eats me, tickling my clit, stabbing my entrance with an insistent tongue. My orgasm blows up faster than I can stop it. I cry out until my voice bounces from all corners of the cave in endless reverberation. Above Rex’s head, the screens show a dark god bent over his sacrifice.
Devouring me.
If this is how I die, it’ll be worth it.
My orgasm stretches on and on, a nuclear explosion that spawns nebulae, galaxies. Rex eats me with the precision and intensity he does everything. My heels drum on the black-clad shoulders.
When he finally lets me down, I’m boneless. I can only watch as he removes a vial of something from a pouch on his belt. He squirts a clear substance on his leather-covered fingertips and gently parts my folds. The ointment coats my inner walls, and he finger fucks me with the lube while wearing the gloves. I’m still sore from yesterday, but the lube heats as it hits my skin, and Rex angles his fingers to graze the upper wall of my pussy. The stimulation feels good.
