Page 13 of Pet: Genesis

“Leave us,” he says. His voice comes out authoritative and cold. The servant bows slightly and makes her way to the door, closing it upon her exit. She’s gone. It takes me only a second to realize the predicament I’m in. I’m alone. In the bathroom. With Remus. I quickly swivel around and let out a small squeal. He’s already standing inches away from me. For once, the purple in his eyes burns brighter than the blue.

He wordlessly reaches for me, pulling at the hem of my dress, gently guiding me around so that my back is facing him. His fingers are like featherlight touches at the back of the dress, and suddenly, it’s in a heap on the floor, leaving me in nothing but my panties. The room’s steam is clouding my senses, and I suddenly feel lightheaded.

“Exquisite,” he murmurs as he traces my spine.

Goosebumps break out across my skin from his touch.

“So you’ve been living in that wasteland for most of what you can remember as your life... fighting and clawing for survival... I can only assume you’ve never known the pleasures that come with being intimate with another of your kind.” His voice is a deep purr as he slowly turns me around to face him. His eyes travel to my breasts and back up to my face.

“Have you ever been with a man, Iris?” he asks.

I feel my cheeks burn at the brashness of his question as I stand before him in nothing more than my panties, but I respondnonetheless. I begin to shake my head but stop mid-shake, remembering his rules.

“No,” I whisper.

He smiles. He fucking smiles. It’s the first time I’ve seen his face without a hint of cruelty in it... and it’s beautiful. His teeth are perfectly straight, but I do take note that his canines are excessively sharp at the tip—another trait of the Leviathan, no doubt.

“This is going to be very exciting indeed,” he says. He places his hand under my chin, lifting my gaze to meet his. It’s terrifying to see the intensity of his eyes change with his mood.

“Undress me,” he says.

My heart quickens at the hint of excitement in his tone. He watches me closely, gauging my reaction. His mood seems playful, and when I make no intention to move, he reaches out, grabbing ahold of my hands, electricity shooting through me at the point of contact. I gaze at him with wide eyes as he places my shaking hands on his waistband.

“Go on,” he encourages. I swallow, my mouth suddenly dry from anxiety. My fingers are shaking as I lower my gaze to focus on my seemingly impossible task.

The material is different than jeans. There are no buttons, only the fabric that seems to be held together by a magnet at the top. I apply a small amount of pressure, undoing the top of his pants before pulling at the zipper. I immediately stop when I see the continuation of his milky flesh. I look up at him with wide eyes, but he doesn’t seem to care. He’s amused by the situation. Something flickers behind his gaze before he speaks again.

“You’ve never even seen a man naked either.”

I don’t have to respond. He isn’t asking.

Of course, over the years, I’ve heard things. I know the basics of sex and what comes of it. But I’ve never seen the anatomy of a male to understand what exactly the act consists of completely. And I have a strong feeling that this Leviathan is about to inform me of everything I’ve been missing.

He laughs in the silence, walking away from me to the edge of the tub. I quickly look away as he pulls his pants off, my cheeks burning at the glimpse of his naked behind. I hear the sound of water moving and look up just in time to see he’s stepped into the in-ground tub that could pass for a pool. He turns to face me, raising a brow.

“You know I don’t like having to ask, Iris,” he says.

I suck in a deep breath, willing my legs to move as I make my way to the tub, standing at the edge. Remus watches me intensely as I take what’s left of my clothing off. Once I’m naked, he tilts his head, motioning for me to get in. I carefully step into the water, gritting my teeth. It’s hot. Much hotter than I’m used to and the water comes right under my breasts, even though I’m standing.

As Remus approaches, I make sure to keep my eyes trained on his chest, trying my best to calm my breathing. But I’m failing miserably. I’m basically hyperventilating as he closes in on me. Even his movement in the water is graceful—calculated. It makes me feel like prey, and he’s the predator closing in.

Without a word, Remus grabs my forearm, pulling me with him as he walks toward the edge. Only when he sits down do I realizethere is a ledge under the water to sit. He pulls me between his legs. I notice his hair isn’t in a ponytail. It’s pushed away from his face at an angle, the long tendrils floating around him.

Remus reaches behind him and grabs a bar of soap. He rubs it between his hands until bubbles begin to form. When he feels there’s enough soap, he places his hands against my damp flesh, working up a lather as he begins to wash me.

“You humans are such fragile creatures,” he says after a moment of silence. His hands travel over my breast, lingering longer than necessary. He makes a decision, gently placing his hand over the soft mound. I let out a gasp as something I’ve never felt before awakens within me. It’s faint, but it’s there.

His eyes travel up to mine, never severing contact as he stands. The water comes down from his body in a cascade before disturbing the surrounding mass.

Remus’s left hand leaves my breast, remaining connected to my skin as it travels between my breasts, tickling my stomach and coming to a rest between my legs. My eyes widen, my hands coming up to hold onto his. Instead of pushing him away, I steady myself just as his fingers part my folds, finding my most intimate of places.

Warmth washes over me, starting at the sensitive bud his finger slowly circles. It travels up my belly, spreading to each nerve ending connected in my body. Remus leans in closer to me, the heat from his body seeming to connect with my own.

“Can you feel that?” he murmurs huskily. My legs grow weak as he adds pressure, finding a faster rhythm that my body appreciates.The warmth spreads from my sex to my inner walls, and they begin to quiver on their own, pulsing, reaching for something.

“That warmth... follow it... let it take you to your climax...” His voice is undeniably laced with lust as he speaks to me, once again commanding me to bend to his will.

“Look at me.”

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