"You are growing stronger—you no longer need aid," said Auren. "Your training has paid off."
Swimming for a lower-impact means of hitting her rigorous training hours wasn’t the reason why she was growing stronger.
A shadow stretched over the dank, dark ground, twining around the tip of her mud-covered boot. Instantly, she felt peace—and the same unease that burrowed beneath her breasts when she tried to remember her past lives. The shadow’s touch was possessive, and she felt a warmth snake beneath the hem of her tight pants, brushing her bare flesh.
Rin held his eyes, staring at the Star carved onto his unnaturally beautiful face. "I’m stronger, or I am being helped in other ways."
"I’m bored,"Cyrus sighed, rolling over on his stomach and propping his chin on his hands.
Rin looked over at him from the top of her phone. She’d been scrolling through the news. Nothing good. Increased Rogue sightings, weather-related phenomena, and accidents. An upperlevel Rogue had somehow managed to escape a Nova Zone, rampaging through a city block. The weather was growing warmer, breaking highs.
Rin currently wore thin sleep shorts, the ruffled lace high around her thighs as she sat with her legs crossed. Her even thinner pajama top dipped low over her breasts, and the fabric brushed over her pebbled nipples with her every breath.
"Then find something to do." She arched a brow.
Cyrus grinned lecherously, shifting forward until his chin knocked against her knee. His breath shivered over her bare legs, seeping into the space between her thighs.
"I could just… do you." His fingers walked over the softer flesh of her inner thigh.
Rin blushed, locking her phone and setting it beside her. She kept her voice low. Xara had told her she was going to stay up in the small living area and get some studying done. The other girl had been far too kind and welcoming upon Rin’s arrival, almost stifling.
Rin liked Xara. She had been a good friend, but with her current circumstances, Rin couldn’t afford friends. It was a weakness.
It wasn’t hard to push her away. Rin only had to revert to her normal, reticent self.
"You don’t look hungry, Cy," Rin teased, reaching forward to rub beneath his eyes. His complexion had returned to normal, and his red hair fell over his forehead in lush strands.
Cyrus coughed weakly, and she felt the sharper burst of his breath tickle her legs. "I’m so sick. I’m withering away. I thinkmy need for you has forced me to eat my own pleasure. I’ll be a husk if you don’t let me have you, doll." He nipped at the skin of her thigh.
She squealed as he suddenly crawled onto her lap, forcing her back against the pillows with his weight. Even with her learned flexibility, her thighs strained uncomfortably, forced out and back as he settled atop them.
Rin blinked up at him. "Hi."
Cyrus ran the tip of his nose down the length of hers, stopping when his mouth brushed her lower lip. His breath warmed her flushed cheeks. "You always smell so good, like an aphrodisiac blended just for me."
She might as well resign herself to the fact that her cheeks would constantly be flushed in the presence of her incubus Soulbond.
She shifted, and the space between her thighs, high up inside her, twinged in soreness. She must’ve made a face, because Cyrus paused atop her, hands stilling where he ran his fingers over her cloth-covered breasts.
"Sore?" he purred, not at all ashamed.
Rin placed her hand on his wrist, holding him. "Yes. You’re insatiable. You don’t need me again."
Cyrus leaned down and licked over her collarbones, his chin dragging against the neckline of her top. She shivered, and she felt herself clench in need for him—again.
It was as though he’d not just had her only an hour before, when he’d purred in her ear a command to roll onto her stomach, then slipped down her thin sleep shorts, where they’d tangled around her legs. He hadn’t even bothered removing her shirt—or his own clothes—as he’d tugged his cock free and pushed inside her. The angle had made her head swim and her heart flutter. She had been rendered breathless, speckles of darkness in her eyes. But of course, she had said nothingof it. When he forced her into a shattering climax, following with a deep, masculine groan, she’d brushed off her bone-deep trembling as aftershocks.
Rin only just felt strength return, and now he wanted her again?
She would always want him, but her body was a strange, listless thing—it could only be pushed so far.
"I’ve already fed, doll, but I’ll always be ravenous for you," Cyrus said against her chest, and she felt the rumbling vibrations tease her nipples into stiffer peaks, brushing against his palms through her thin shirt.
Maybe—maybe she could let him? Couldn’t she just… lie there and let him have her?
Rin inhaled, surrender on her lips, then felt her lungs seize suddenly, mouth dry. She turned her head and coughed into the sheets. Her eyes watered. She shoved weakly at Cyrus’s chest, and she felt him get off of her, his hands gently coming to rest on her shoulders as he leaned over her on the bed.
"Vesperin, are you okay? What do you need?" Cyrus sounded worried.
