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“What are you going to do?” Evangeline cries.

Stepping in front of me, the enemy we’ve all been fighting for centuries looks at Evangeline and says, “You were willing to risk your life to save mine. After we defeat Ember, my oath will be to you. Tell me how to save him. Tell me, what do you need me to do?”

Disoriented from the wound, my blood loss, and the bile continuing to rise in my throat, I barely have time to understand what’s happening before Evangeline gives Viktor a curt nod and says, “Bite him.”

Forty Five

Felix

song: rule #34 | fish in a birdcage

WatchingEsme leave the gym after her last training session, I follow her through the dark back alley, and mentally make a note to talk to Alfred about her apparent disregard for her safety. That is, once he’s feeling better and more coherent from his blood loss.

Esme looks over her shoulder, sensing me like she has for the past several weeks that I have been trailing her. She never calls me out, and I am careful to keep out of sight, but she knows I’m here. Watching over her. Protecting her. Sheltering her as best I can for the time being.

She turns a sharp corner, and I quicken my pace. Crossing the street once I round the same turn, I shove my hands in my pockets and hang my head low, keeping to the shadows. A raven flies overhead. It’s call rings through the night as Esme once again glances over her shoulder in my direction. A light rain begins to fall and she stops walking. Looking up, anyone would think she’s wondering how the light shower could have started since there seems to be no cloud in the sky. But I know she’s sensed what I have as well, and I follow her gaze until I make out a dark figure atop one of the tallest buildings a few yards away.

The predator hungrily admires what he hopes to make his next kill until he senses she’s not alone and looks my way. Defeat washes over his deathly features before he backs away from the ledge and retreats into the night. Esme shakes her head, and glances back at me. Quickly stepping out of view, my heart warms when she gives me a small smile before continuing on her way.

A few minutes later, we arrive at her apartment. I hang back and watch as she climbs the steps to her building. Misting to a ledge on the structure next door, I keep to the dark, shadowy abyss of night as the rain subsides and she enters her apartment. I watch her through her living room window, she sets down her keys, then picks up the bouquet of rosemary I left earlier and brings it to her nose.

Inhaling slowly, sadness fills her eyes as a sorrowful smile slowly pulls across her lips.

Pray you love, remember- her mind softly runs over the memory.

Taking the flowers with her, she walks somberly down the hall. Following her path, I walk across a ledge, and study her every move as she enters her bedroom. Her dark silhouette against the curtains comes into view as she turns on a bedside lamp. The breeze from the open window blows the curtains aside for a brief moment, and her scent wafts towards me on a chilling breeze. Raising her shirt over her head, she tosses it to the floor, and I quickly look from side to side to make sure no one else is enjoying this view. My eyes trail back to her bedroom window as she removes her pants next. Her hands bend behind her back, and she unclasps her bra.

Normally, she doesn’t put on such a show. Reserving her undressing and dressing to the bathroom, I wonder for a moment why she’s changed her routine until…

Felix- her mind purrs as she lays back against her sheets. Arching her back, a hungry moan escapes her lips. Thoughts of what she wants me to do to her fill my mind as she starts to pleasure herself. A feral growl slips past my lips as she spreads her legs, slowly lowers one hand to her center, and cups her bare breast with the other.

After a rousing moment, she reaches to her right, and turns out the light.

Although I am thankful she’s nownotunder a spotlight for everyone to see, it makes it harder to suppress the urge to go to her room as her depraved thoughts continue to fill my head.

Her thoughts drift to me, and her mind purrs,the scruff of your beard rubbing against my inner thighs, your tongue pressing slowly into my core-I remember more than you think, Felix.

A light gasp escapes her lips and echoes through the night. The slickness of her fingers pleasuring herself becomes breathtaking music to my ears as the scent of her desire drugs my senses when it wafts closer on a sensual breeze.

Her thoughts invade once again as the night’s warm wind blows the curtains aside and I take in the sight of her spread out on her bed.

If I’m a good girl, will you do like before, and make a mess of my porcelain skin.

A deep groan escapes my lips as I remember the sight of her on her knees.

You never did let me play.Across the distance, I hear her suck down a shaky breath. I’m desperate to wrap my lips around your cock, suck you, and take you all the way down the back of my tight, little throat.

Fuck. Me.

Will you let me- her thoughts beg as her pleasure builds -please, I’m desperate to taste you like you’ve always savored me.

For a brief moment, I swear we lock eyes. Her hips buck and the curtains drift back closed.

I almost mist to her. I almost go back on my promise to stay away when my name suddenly falls from her lips and rings erotically through the night. The curtains part, her back arches, her thighs shake, her head falls back and her center pools beneath her on the sheets as she crashes over the edge.

It’s the most breathtaking sight I have ever seen.

When the last of her orgasm subsides, she looks directly at where I’m standing, brings her fingers to her lips and sucks them dry.

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