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I caught one glorious second of her completely bare self from her perky breasts with dusty pink nipples to the slope of her stomach, the gentle flare of her hips, her shapely if not overly long legs, and even the space between that made my cock stir in my pants, despite my pure exhaustion. But a shriek escaped her as her arms shot down, one draping across her breasts, the other covering the juncture of her thighs.
"Relax. Nothing I haven't seen a million times," I told her, going for dry and unimpressed, but finding my words came out tight, a little airless.
"Don't," she demanded, voice quivering.
"Don't what?" I asked, brows furrowing as I watched the water cascade over her shoulder, pooling where her arm was holding her breasts.
"Don't rape me," she demanded, voice choked.
"I don't fucking rape women," I snapped, more offended than I likely had a right to be. I had been eye-fucking her naked body after barging in on her shower. I'd been around the humans for long enough to know that wasn't acceptable behavior.
Their customs changed a lot over the years, but a woman's modesty usually was something considered sacred, even if some human men always refused to respect it. We had a fun way to make rapists suffer back home. It involved a very slim hot poker that would be driven ever so slowly up their dick holes.
It was a fitting punishment for what they'd done.
And the screams.
Fuck.
Those screams were music to our ears.
"Then why are you in here?" she asked, voice sharp.
"Towel," I said, showing it to her before hanging it on the hook. "Shirt," I told her, waving it before putting it on the sink counter. "You have five more minutes," I added, moving back into the hall, leaning back against the wall, feeling the pressure of my hard cock against my pants, trying to deep-breathe past it.
I wasn't a man controlled by his sex drive.
Did I fuck the women who came to our parties, who showed up at rallies? Sure I did. When someone was throwing pussy at you, it was stupid to turn it down.
But I didn't crave it when they weren't around.
The human concept of blue balls had always meant very little to me.
I was starting to have a personal understanding of what they were talking about.
The water cut off, and I had to actively force my thoughts to other things than her pert tits, her smooth skin, the soft, feminine folds of her pussy.
My hard-on was still raging when the door opened all the way, and there she was in my tee that swallowed up her body like I'd thought it would.
"Do you have a blanket?" she asked as I led her back to my room, motioning toward the couch.
"No. Go to sleep," I demanded, walking out of the room, closing the door, and moving into the living room.
I thought I would pass out as soon as my ass hit the cushion of the sofa. But I found my mind racing, ping-ponging between possibilities until I eventually felt wide awake, revved up even.
So I made coffee, feeling the heat chase away the chill of this world, the kind of cold that got amplified when you went without sleep. I tried to read, but found the words swimming on the page.
Finally, more worried about Red than I cared to admit to the others, knowing I needed to put on a calm and collected face for them, I snuck back into my bedroom, making my way toward the bed where she was writhing a bit again, though seemingly while asleep this time.
"You need to shake this shit off, Red," I demanded, sitting off the edge of the bed. "I need answers. The crew needs you back. Aram looks like a lost puppy," I added, sighing out my breath. "You should be healed by now. I don't understand what's happening. Shake this shit off, Red. You come back, and I will skin whoever did this to you."
We'd all hurt at the hands of humans in the past. Rival MCs got territorial or someone fucked the wrong guy's old lady or whatever stupid shit humans worried about. And it led to some sort of altercation. One where we needed to pretend to be weaker than we were, so no one caught on. Which meant we took a lot of blows.
But I had a sneaking suspicion that whatever was going on with Red had nothing to do with humans.
Even though I'd never heard of our own kind attacking one another.
If that was what happened though, I didn't care if it took another couple of generations, I would find my way back to hell and make good on my promise to Red. Then I would take it one step further. And I could bring the case before Lucifer himself. Because this shit should not be happening amongst his followers. We used our bloodlust on the humans as punishment for the ugly shit they'd done on Earth. We didn't turn on one another.
