Jude isn’t even trying to hide the fact that he has been watching me take my clothes off. I hold his gaze. There’s hunger in those haunted eyes now. I can’t remember the last time someone looked at me this way, without fear. Oh, there is hate and disdain, definitely, but no fear. He thinks he has tamed me and that I’m his to use and abuse.
I grab the soap and start washing my clothes first. Once they’re clean, I put them on rocks to dry. I dip the back of my head in the water and wash my hair.
The wounds on my chest and stomach, against all odds, have closed already. My mutations saved me once again. The skin is still pink and sore, but the scabs disappear in the hot spring as I wash myself. The damage to my organs will take longer to heal, but judging by the return of my electricity, they’re mending.
Meanwhile, I keep an eye on Jude. I get on my feet and rub the soap all over my body, offering him a full view. I don’t know what I’m doing—luring my captor and abuser. Poking the tiger, as they say. Or, in this case, the jellyfish.
And it works. Jude rises to his feet and walks to the pool.
“I’ve changed my mind,” he says. “I need a bath now.”
I do my best to ignore him as he takes his clothes off swiftly, keeping the gun in hand. Then he points it at me as he walks into the hot spring.
“Help me get clean,” he says, coming closer.
The tip of the gun finds its usual spot under my chin.
I slather my hands in soap and start with his slim shoulders. I could send an electric charge right now as we stand in the water and kill him instantly. But all his muscles would lock up and his finger would pull the trigger. I would be dead instantly. So, instead, one of my hands circles his throat and squeezes a little. His eyes flash in warning. And with something else—something dark and lustful.
My eyes drop, and my hands slide lower, over his chest and abs. He’s lean, but his muscles are defined. His waist is quite thin for a man. My hands fit perfectly around it.
He’s already hard and has a nice cock. Average in size but good-looking. It rubs against my inner thigh, and it takes me all I have not to reach for it. I’ve been hard for a while now, since Jude’s eyes fell on me in the pool. My own erection leaks lubricant onto his lower belly. He hasn’t missed that fact, judging by the lazy smile on his face.
My hands get close to his dick, and he arches into my touch.
“I need a distraction,” he says. “Make me come.”
An ugly retort crosses my mind, but I keep it in check. Iwantto touch him.
I get a hold of his cock with my right hand while grabbing his ass with the other. Jude gasps as I start pumping. The little noises that he makes are like music to my ears. How can someone be so mean all the time and yet so adorable? The duality of him drives me crazy.
One of my soapy fingers finds its way to the tight circle of muscles, and the tip slides inside. Jude moans and thrusts into my hand.
He looks as delicious as sin. I’ve never wanted to ravage someone more. To bend him over the rocks and break him in half.
I speed up, and suddenly, Jude slips on a rock. He falls backward, surprising us both, and the gun falls to the ground, away from the pool and out of reach. We both look at the gun, then at each other. Our eyes meet, and for the first time, I see fear looking back at me. But there is something else, too. Resignation. He knows I’ll kill him, and for a moment, frozen in time, he accepts his fate. His surrender is unexpected and such a turn-on.
I grab him by the throat and kiss him. I devour his gasp as I thrust my tongue between his lips. I must be losing my mind. I should be burning his entrails right now. Kill him. Destroy him. And yet—
Jude struggles for a moment, expecting death, but melts into my arms soon enough. He’s craving it as much as I do; there’s no denying it. We’re two hateful bastards, starved for touch. I’m the monster nobody can love, and he’s the jellyfish that stings anyone who gets close.
Thankfully, I’m immune to his venom.
My free hand once again finds its way to his cock, and as I encircle it. I send a small electric shock. It’s not enough to hurt, but I know from experience that it tingles as it travels through the nervous system. Jude moans and buries his nails into my chest, right on the sore skin. I groan, grab both his wrists, and twist his arms behind his back, forcing him to face the other way. I push him down until his knees hit the rock bottom, and he swears.
“Let me go,” he orders.
But there is no real bite to his words. There is no strength behind them. Just surrender.
“No,” I say, close to his ear. “You wanted a distraction. Let me oblige, master.”
Jude gasps. His skin is covered in goosebumps.
We both know he’s not my master, and I could just kill him right now, but it makes the game more fun.
I bend him over a large rock, smoothed by the passing of water over centuries. While I keep a hand over his nape, he arches his back, offering me his backside. A few people have offered themselves to me over the years. My heart might have been for Helios, but I still had needs. But no one ever looked so fucking good and decadent as Jude does now.
That same heart, which has been broken by Helios, is now pumping my dark blood through my veins with a heartbeat I know is stronger than that of normal humans. My cock is almost entirely black as my veins swell. It’s leaking a copious amount of lubricant. I swipe a hand in it and use it to insert a finger inside Jude. He shouts as I force his entrance with the tip, then slide my entire digit in.
