Page 14 of Pet: Genesis

I hadn’t even realized my eyes were closed. But I obey his command opening them, gazing into those bright purple eyes. He moves his hand deeper between my legs, his finger prodding at my entrance. He uses the liquid seeping out of me to slip a finger inside. I gasp at the sudden intrusion. It feels strange, and yet, it’s what I needed. It’s exactly what my body is inadvertently reaching for. It intensifies this growing need that has awakened inside of me.

Remus’s gaze is so intense that I can’t look away no matter how hard I try. My lips part slightly, my breathing coming out in shallow pants. The way he strokes inside of me with only his finger makes me feel good. And judging from the smile on his lips, he knows it.

“What you’re experiencing is arousal.Lust,” he says.

I gasp as a mini-wave washes over me, my inner walls quivering slightly around his fingers in anticipation. The feeling is so intense a moan escapes my lips.

“Give in to it. Let it take you to new heights,” he murmurs. He presses his thumb against my sensitive bud, and that’s what it takes for me to come apart on his hand. The wave finally crests, and my legs give out, my whole body shaking from the new sensation that washes over me. I’m thankful that Remus is holding me up;otherwise, I would fall completely underwater from this experience. It’s a pleasure I’ve never felt before.

My loud moans echo throughout the bathroom as my inner walls spasm around his fingers. My entire body feels on fire, and Remus continues to coax me through the entire ordeal, encouraging me to give in to the pleasure.

I finally come down from my pleasure-filled haze, my breathing uneven. As my mind clears, I can feel Remus’s fingers inside of me, his eyes focused on my face with a ghost of a smile plastered on his lips. He slowly removes his hand, keeping his eyes locked on mine.

“That, my pet, was an orgasm.”

I sit on Remus’s bed with my knees drawn to my chest and my arms clutching them to me for dear life. Remus is across the room, his fingers gracefully flying across the glass screen in his hand.

He’s once again focused on his task.

My cheeks grow warm as I remember those same fingers on me earlier. I had no idea pleasure like that existed. Not only was it completely foreign to me, but a foreign being was the one who introduced me to it.I glare at him in confusion as he sits across the room, completely ignorant of how it would feel for someone like me. He hasn’t so much as glanced in my direction since exiting the bathroom. He let me get dressed, and I’ve been free to roam about the room since. Instead, I’ve sat in one place and let my thoughts run me ragged.

I reach for my neck, grasping at air. The loss of my family’s heirloom weighs on me constantly. Remus seems like a conscientious being.Could I just ask for it back?

My mind shifts to the moment I tried to retrieve its location from him before. He was frightening—and still is. I fearhimmore than theideaof the Leviathan, making me wonder once again who he is in his society. I shift my attention to where he is seated across the room. He didn’t bother putting on a shirt. He’s only in a pair of light-colored sweatpants, his hair falling down his back. My eyes focus on the foreign symbol covering his chest. It’s such an array of colors and yet it converges into one, the strange pulse much calmer than it was earlier. It only adds more questions to his race.

Remus abruptly stops his typing as if sensing my gaze, his eyes lifting to meet mine. My eyes widen, and I quickly look away, trying to ignore the burning of my cheeks from being caught watching him. After a moment, I hear the sound of him moving, followed by the echo of his footsteps as he approaches.

And against my better judgment, I find myself once again lifting my gaze to watch him as he closes in on me. His muscles flex as he walks, his skin smooth and blemish-free. He seems overall healthy and in possibly the best shape of his kind’s life. It makes my curiosity all the more prominent of how someone who never eats a bite of anything could remain so physically in shape.

“I think you have reached a new level of trust,” he says as he moves to the wall. I watch in awe as it dissolves to reveal one of the servants I named. Gertrude. She’s holding a stemless glass inher hands and readily hands it over to her master before bowing to leave the room.

Remus walks over to me, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

“Come.” The command is simple, and like his servants, I follow it without hesitation. I make my way to the edge of the bed, sitting next to him. The heat from his body is comforting, even if his mere presence is not.

He hands me the glass filled with an iridescent pink liquid.

“Drink.”

I stare at the liquid, peeking at him in confusion. He offers no sign that he’s going to give me an explanation; only irritation that I haven’t followed his command yet.

“I don’t like to repeat myself,” he warns. A chill ripples up my spine at his words, and I take the glass from him. I study it briefly before I bring it to my lips, taking a small sip.

It tastes like nothing. It’s almost as if I’m drinking liquid air.

Remus watches me with that intimidating gaze. He seems to place heavy importance on me drinking this glass down. Once I finish, he takes it from me, placing it on the nightstand without another word. As he stands, the light in the room begins to dim. It isn’t so dark that I can’t see Remus, but it’s dark enough to sleep if I wanted.

I tense when I feel his hands around my waist, dragging me to the center of the bed. I’m only in a flimsy nightdress, something that he has already begun playing with. His fingers dip under the thin strap, pulling it down so that he can place a soft kiss on my shoulder.

“How do you feel?” he asks.

I don’t know if he’s asking in reference to the drink or my overall emotions. I feel nervous, terrified, angry, and every emotion in between. But he already knows that. His deep chuckle washes over me, and he arranges us so that I am facing him.

“Look at me, Iris,” he says.

I do.

His eyes are burning bright even in the dimly lit room. The color pulls me in with ease.

---