It was intoxicating, being around a woman that felt absolutely no fear in a situation where she most definitely should. I could kill Arabella easily. Snap her in half, and that wasn’t even in my shifted form. Yet, instead of reflecting on that possibility or worrying about it, she floated around the office like some ethereal pixie. Maybe I should have been offended by her clearly not viewing us as threats, but instead it just made me want her more.
Her cupid’s bow lips pressed into an amused smile, her adorable nose twitching slightly as she adjusted her glasses and responded to something Amun grunted out. The woman was by far the most alluring, nearly mouthwatering individual I had ever had the pleasure of being around, and I wasn’t being metaphorical when I said that I wanted to devour her. I mean, I didn’t want her dead, but I very much wanted to plant myself between her long legs and taste how hot and wet she got whenever I saw that blush invade her cheeks.
Maybe that was the solution to my problem. I couldn’t fuck her without possibly hurting her, but maybe instead I could just eat her tight little pussy out every hour or so until she came so much that her blush was permanent? I think I could live off of that.
Hell, I knew I could.
If the touch of her hand against my chest soothed the normal bloodlust that raged through my veins, then I couldn’t imagine what the taste of her cum on my lips would do. Probably send me into a goddamn euphoric high. My lips kicked up at how pink she would turn if I told her just how good she smelled whenever she got wet, or how I imagined sinking my fangs into her soft skin as she came around my fingers or cock. I bet that would elicit one of those soft, almost surprised, sexy sounds that she made whenever one of us did something that she found attractive.
Was it obvious that I paid way too much attention to this woman?
Then again, having that level of perception was sometimes very rewarding. Almost as much as my ability to move quietly throughout a space and catch her at perfect fucking moments, when she thought no one was looking. Although I’m sure she would disagree about the ‘perfect’ element of it.
At some point this past year, after one of our many missions, our Director had wanted Arabella down in the containment room. Despite it being the middle of the night, there had been a new nightmare that he had attempted to subdue and failed at, so he needed her help. I had offered to go retrieve her from her room, and my hearing had picked up, from down the hall, her accelerated heart rate and fast breathing.
I wouldn’t lie, at first I had assumed that she was having a bad dream, but the closer I’d gotten to her room, the more I had realized that I was extremely off base. Her desire had saturated the air to such an extent that a long-buried surge of primal possessiveness had rolled over me, not wanting anyone else to be able to scent her and how fucking wet she clearly was.
When I’d heard her moan softly, I had broken and slipped into her room silently, keeping to the shadows and finding her lit up only by the moonlight shining through the window. It was enough, though, that I could see that her oversized shirt was pushed above her breasts, her nipples hard and making my mouth fucking water as her fingers slid between her legs. I’d watched from the darkness of her room as she continued to slide her fingers against her hot center, circling her clit, as her other hand gripped the bedding next to her, a semi-frustrated expression on her flushed face. I didn’t want to interrupt the clear relief that she needed, but I also wanted to make sure that she came, because seeing her suffering wasn’t okay with me.
When her eyes closed, I let my magic slip out in a pale silver mist that wouldn’t be visible to her. When it began to crawl across her skin, I watched with pleasure as her skin broke out into shivers and her fingers slipped inside of her, a soft whimper coming from her throat. I smirked as my magic brushed over her clit and nipples, causing her to tremble. I nearly fucking came myself as she finally climaxed with my help, her entire body sagging in relief and making me wish I could be buried between her legs, tasting how sweet her honey was.
Oddly, the most pleasure I took from the moment was the sated smile that filled her face as she curled up against her pillow, nearly convincing me that she didn’t need to go downstairs.
Fuck. I wanted to wake up next to her every morning with that exact look on her face. That would one hundred percent be enough for me.
No, I knew nothing with Arabella would ever be enough. I would always be craving more from her. Needing more. Demanding more.
Deciding that I needed to get her to still come downstairs, I had slipped back out and knocked on her door, knowing the others would show up and one hundred percent be able to tell what she’d been doing. I couldn’t help but smirk as I heard her squeak at the sound of my knock and how she nearly fell off her bed in surprise. When she’d come to the door, her eyes had widened as she offered me an embarrassed and slightly suspicious look, but I didn’t call her on the moment, just telling her that we needed her. Which was true—I did need Arabella.
Not just physically, either. No, I just needed her in my life. I had spent so much of it in the dark, sentenced to enslavement or hiding because of what I was. I’d been used in wars and for a lot worse positions than that. Through all of it, I’d been able to bury that sense of ‘humanity’ or whatever the hell you wanted to call it, embracing my true nature.
It didn’t surprise me that nightmares had a ‘human’ form, because it was simply an evolutionary way of providing us a way of protecting ourselves from humans and being allowed to hunt them easier. The more we looked like them, the less fearful they were of us. Although, I think most could tell we were different, even when we were fully shifted. There was just an edge that would cause their fight or flight instincts to kick in, and that fear was absolutely intoxicating. It also made it harder to hold onto this human form because, I knew for me, it was far less natural than my other. But I was able to touch Arabella far more in this form, so the chances of me giving it up were absolutely zero.
Plus, it was a nice change after so many years of being in the other form.
Honestly, I wasn’t positive why I had decided to come to ISS originally. I’d been wandering for years at that point, but when Arabella practically sprinted into the room, it became extremely obvious why I would stay.
Before talking to her for the first time, I hadn’t talked in years, surviving practically mute because exposing my fangs would result in far more problems than not. I still didn’t like talking, but I could tell it made her happy.
“So, each floor has a ton of dorms.” Her voice brought me out of my memories as the elevator opened and revealed a fairly standard dark tile and white walled hallway that she led us down, her heels, which Razar had given back to her moments ago, echoing through the space as the rest of us moved silently. The lights along the wall flickered in response to Razar’s night terror magic, but Arabella barely noticed.
“Each ‘dorm’ is really a suite of several bedrooms. So we have various sizes, but this one is specifically made for seven, which is absolutely perfect,” she continued to explain as I watched her tuck a piece of hair behind her ear.
“Where do you sleep?” Amun asked, his voice tinted with what I could tell was actual curiosity. Despite getting off to a bad start, I couldn’t blame him for his reaction to Arabella, and even more so, I think he was quickly grasping the dynamic here. You didn’t live for that long—even with having near immortality—by being reactive. I was positive that his reaction to our pixie was both startling and upsetting to him. So, unlike the others, I didn’t have much problem with him, and I trusted Arabella’s instincts. If she thought he was good for our team, I wasn’t going to deny her that.