Page 44 of Pet: Genesis

I feel him slowly entering me, his cock stretching me to the brim until his pelvis is flush against mine. I cry out, my head leaning against the mirror, and Remus uses it as his opportunity to suckle at the sensitive flesh on my neck. His hands grip my thighs as he slowly begins to find his rhythm. With each thrust, he lifts me off the mirror only to push my body back into it, giving me more pleasure than I had anticipated. I cry out, my moans echoing off the walls. His cock easily strokes me in every way I could desire, bringing me to the brink of pleasure.

“You love it when I fuck you, Iris. Why do you continue to fight with me for a race that has no chance?” he asks huskily.

His words are like cold water, forcing me to open my eyes to look at him. He has a wicked grin on his lips and doesn’t give me a chance to retaliate. He violently thrusts inside of me, the force of it pushing me flush against the mirror. He quickly shifts his mood, his thrusts becoming rougher and rougher as he plunges in and out of me relentlessly. I couldn’t stop my cries even if I wanted to. It’s as if each thrust forces pleasure from my lips.

His hands drag up my sides until he has my hands above my head. The only thing keeping me up is him between my legs and my back against the wall. It feels like he’s keeping me on edge forever until I realize, in horror, I’m about to beg. I bite my lips between my teeth, trying my hardest not to give in until I feel blood welling to the surface.

Remus chuckles, wiping my cheek with his thumb.

“So defiant. You’re always so defiant.”

He shifts his strokes, and immediately, my orgasm hits me. I open my mouth, screaming in pleasure as I grind my sex against him, my body involuntarily going for ultimate pleasure. My inner walls convulse wildly, squeezing Remus’s shaft in desperation as I come apart between him and the mirror. Remus’s thrusts don’t slow down as I feel him spilling inside of me. The warmth of his seed fills me, intensifying my pleasure until I feel myself convulsing against him.

The intensity of our pleasure finally dies down, and I realize that Remus hasn’t pulled out of me. I open my eyes, and he’s watching me again, his gaze impossible to read. He slowly pushes my hairout of my face, leaning in to lick my ear before his voice washes over me.

“If you keep defying me, for the sake of what’s wrong and right, I won’t be able to give you that kind of pleasure anymore.” Remus places his lips against my shoulder, pulling back to glare at me. I see no amusement in his gaze as his hand snakes up to lightly rest around my throat.

“Can’t fuck a dead woman, now can I?”

The room is dark and silent. It’s one of the rare times that Remus has fallen asleep before me. He’s lying behind me, holding my body close to his. His breathing is steady, and I can feel the rise and fall of his chest against my back. It would be peaceful if he weren’t who he is. So much has happened within the day. My mind is running a mile a minute trying to keep up. Remus has been at meetings all week planning and has gone as far as bringing people that are very important to his armada around. I think back to Jude’s words about the resistance actually giving them a run for their money.

Could it be true? Could this be why Remus really came to the capital?

Until now, I had no idea a resistance even existed. But hearing that they have a fighting chance gives me much more hope than I ever anticipated. Remus was right to lie to me about who those humans were. I can already feel my inner hope continuing to buildthe more I think about it, fueling my rebellion. There are so many more questions I want to ask Jude, and I don’t know if I’ll ever have the chance to see him again, especially since Remus admitted to his jealousy.

It’s uncharacteristic for Remus to be jealous, especially of a human. Remus is the type to take and destroy whatever he wants. He holds that kind of power. And he’s been very clear about what I am to him. So why would he be jealous of a human slave?

Remus suddenly tenses behind me, pulling my body closer to his. His hands lock around my body tightly, and I feel his lips on my shoulder. I let out a panicked cry when the familiar pull of Remus’s feeding hits me. An icy wave consumes my body for a moment, but it doesn’t stop. My skin begins to prickle in pain like someone is pricking me with a thousand needles. And it only intensifies.

“Remus,” I say, unable to get my voice above a whisper. But he doesn’t stop. I try to move, but his grip tightens, crushing me against his chest. I feel my body weakening and my vision dimming. The pain reaches my head, giving me an intense headache, and my skin feels like it’s tightening against my flesh.

“Re...” My voice is gone. It takes too much energy even to breathe, and I feel like I’m slowly fading. The icy feeling turns into a full-on blizzard, and my body begins to convulse as it panics from the foreign attack and Remus still shows no signs of stopping. I’m gasping for air, opening my mouth to inhale—anything to survive. But I can’t. And he won’t stop. My ears begin to pick up strange sounds that warble over me like a roar, and I can feel the pulse of my panicked heartbeat slowing.

I take one final attempt to breathe, sucking in a deep breath to no avail.

I try again, still getting nothing.

Nothing but darkness.

Chapter Sixteen

Iris

A black void surrounds me. Each time I try and breathe in, I get nothing. I’m suffocating. I’m grasping at nothing, clawing at air. The world is black and cold—so very cold. It’s as if I’m trapped with no way out. I suck in a deep breath.

Nothing.

I try again, but I’m still choking...

A loud gasp echoes around me, and my world is finally illuminated. I draw in a loud breath, and out of reflex, I scream. My body immediately begins convulsing, but my arms are restrained. I look around frantically, trying to understand what’s happening. I’m strapped to a table, and there are needles in my arms as well as a tube through my nose that stretches down my throat. I feel myself full-on, panicking as my cries grow until a sweet and calming voice washes over me.

“Calm, Iris.”

I recognize that voice. My gaze shifts when I feel her hand on my arm, rubbing it comfortingly. The heat from her skin gives comfort to my clammy flesh. It’s Petra, the doctor who is an expert on all things human. I watch her in confusion as she offers me a comforting smile.

“You gave us quite a scare. I almost couldn’t get you back,” she says.

My eyes widen when the memory of what brought me to this point hits me. Remus. He began feeding on me in his sleep. And he wouldn’t stop. He was killing me. Petra begins to move around me, checking my body in certain places before looking back at the screen in her hands. I take note that she begins writing on the screen, her hand never lifting as she connects the words that make up the Leviathan language.

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