Curiosity was a stone
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cold bitch.
Opening the door to where she was, my gaze fell to the bed. Serena was lying on her back, the sheet draped over her chest. Unfortunately, she didn’t sleep nude, which made this trip upstairs sort of pointless.
I started to back out, but then her head turned to the side, and I stopped, going completely still. I didn’t even breathe.
Her eyes remained closed, but her brow was pinched and her face strained. The tight line her lips formed quivered. My gaze traveled down the elegant slope of her neck, beyond the flimsy straps of her top. Her chest rose and fell erratically. The air around her was a dark violet, the sign of fear.
I was drawn to the bed. A tremor ran down the back of my neck, shooting down to the tips of my fingers.
I really shouldn’t be here.
But I was.
I eased my hip onto the mattress, careful not to disturb her. What I did next was one of those things I knew I shouldn’t do but did anyway. Reaching out, I placed the tips of my fingers on her cheek and followed the straight line of the bone.
Serena’s breathing settled and deepened.
A slight smile tipped my lips up. So trusting in her sleep that a simple touch comforted her? I wondered if she’d feel that way if she were awake
.
I did not touch to comfort.
My gaze followed the path of my fingers, drifting over the curve of her stubborn jaw, down the fragile expanse of her neck. And she was fragile, more so than she knew, especially considering whom she and her unfortunate friend had pissed off.
And considering that I was in the same space as her, the statistics of her surviving any of this was really looking bad.
Serena stirred a little when my fingers edged under the thin strap. I waited, wondering if she’d wake up. The energy around her was calming, but specks of red were beginning to appear. Arousal.
With my other hand, I eased the sheet down and was supremely rewarded for hanging around. Serena didn’t sleep nude, but a tank top was a poor choice when it came to concealing her body. The heart-shaped neckline had slipped down on one side, revealing the soft swell and dusky peach tip of one breast. Now I knew I was right on the whole curves thing. This little adventure was proving to be fruitful.
“Touch me,” she moaned softly.
I stilled, head cocked to the side as I studied. She was still asleep and definitely didn’t know what she was asking for, but that soft plea was my undoing.
There wasn’t a flicker of hesitation when it came to what I did next. I wasn’t fooling myself or anyone. I wanted to touch her and so I did.
Sweeping the very tips of my fingers down to the sweet swell, I discovered that her skin felt like satin and was warm—so incredibly warm and unlike my own kind. And that was why she was in such a precarious position. We flocked toward warmth, and with all that glorious sunlight
-
colored hair spilled across the pillows, she was in a world of trouble.
I leaned over her, inhaling deeply. Vanilla…and peach filled my senses. One belonged to the bottles in the bathroom, but the peachy scent was
hers
.
I traced a circle around her hardening nipple. With each pass, I drew closer to the puckering bud and pushed the annoying material farther down until finally my thumb brushed over the tight bead.
Serena moaned sweetly, and I bit back a growl as my sex swelled in response. It wasn’t the only thing swelling. As she threw off more energy, a different kind of hunger was building inside me. Both were equally powerful
,
and although I had learned to deny the latter, I hadn’t figured out how to resist the call of the cock yet.
Probably never would.
I wanted more. Hell, I wanted to spread her thighs and sink deep inside her, but as I trailed my fingers over the dip of her concave belly, Serena’s body started to move languidly. Caught by the sensual slide of her hips, thoughts of completely taking her slipped into the back of my mind. My cock was stiff and erect, but I was fascinated by her response.
Her movements caused the hem of her tank top to inch up, baring her to my eager gaze
,
and
,
goddamn, this adventure was more than just fruitful. Serena was bare under the top, the delicate valley of her sex there for me to feast upon.
To feast? Fuck that. I wanted to devour her.
My hands were on her thighs, savoring the supple skin as I spread them. When the tips of my fingers brushed the apex, her back arched, bowing completely off the bed. Her moan of pleasure broke the silence. I couldn’t stop my response, not for the life of me. A violent jolt of lust fired through my veins and my answering growl shattered the silence.
Shit.
Serena gasped and her eyes snapped open; the air around her crackling with reds and violets as she jerked up in bed.
I pulled back, slipping into the deep shadows of the room, easily becoming a part of them. I remained there, torn between wanting to kick myself in the balls for having to expel the power required to stay hidden
,
and the other option, which involved us, the bed
,
and possibly the wall, and a lot of body slamming sounds.
Serena stared hard into the darkness of the room, one hand scrambling to adjust her top while the other smacked around for the blanket. It was almost cute, I thought, except I didn’t do cute.
But I wanted to do her.
Tugging the blanket all the way up to her chin, her gaze bounced around the room, but I knew it was useless. She couldn’t see me.
“Hello?” she said, voice thick and husky.
Or possibly she could.
What the fuckadeefuck? Serena couldn’t see me. There was no way, but then her eyes fixed on where I stood
,
and I knew she could feel me watching her, probably even wanting her.
I smiled.
Chapter 11
Yeah, shit was real awkward the following day.
If Serena knew what went on the night before, she didn’t say anything, but the slivers of red sliding through her aura was driving me bat
-
shit crazy with unquenched lust. And that need fed another. It wasn’t like I could leave. So I was stuck here
,
and with every passing hour I was getting more and more agitated
.
This wasn’t going to last long.
It was like winning the lottery when Serena dozed off on the couch in the afternoon, sleeping away several hours, providing a respite of sorts. I checked my cell a dozen times over. Nothing from the dipshit officers, and the only way I could get the officers here and Serena out of my house was to get information from her.
And I needed to get her out of the house sooner than later.
Wanting to crawl out of my human skin, I started to make dinner. Cooking…cooking was one of the few calming things in my life. My brother gave me shit about it, so did Dex. Fuck them, because I was a great cook.
What I really needed to do was take my true form for a few hours.
Serena entered the kitchen then, looking disheveled and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She bent over in front of the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. The thin material of her cotton shorts strained over her ass.
Nah, what I really needed was to fuck Serena senseless and
then
take my true form for a few hours.
My cock was all kinds of happy about the idea, and I wanted to pick her up, strip the clothes off her
,
and lay her bare on the kitchen island. Discover a different kind of taste
,
and then sink into her repeatedly. Lose myself in her softness and warmth.
“You’re making dinner?” Serena’s voice shattered my fantasy.
I blinked and looked down. There was a knife in my hands, chicken cutlets on the cutting board
,
and a box of pasta ready to be boiled. Huh. I’d completely forgotten what I’d been doing
.
“I guess so,” I said. “Pasta with chicken.”
“Sounds good.” She stood on the other side of the island, sliding the water bottle back and forth in her hands. “Can I help?”
My first response was to tell her no, but this could be beneficial
.
I’d wasted enough time fucking around, staring at sandwiches, stealing kisses and touches, and feeding from a human female. Yeah, it was time to get this show on the road. “You can grab the skillet and the olive oil
.
”
Serena grabbed a pan from the rack, placed it on the stove, and then started rummaging through the cabinets. When she found the bottle of oil, she regarded me cautiously. “Do you like to cook?”
“I do.”
Tossing the thick length of hair over her shoulder, she then poured the oil. I wondered how dark her hair was wet. I bet it was a light brown, matching the delicate brows arched over her eyes.
Delicate brows?
What the fuck was happening to my brain? Returning my attention to the last chicken breasts, I slammed the knife through them, nearly embedding the blade into the cutting board.
“I like to cook
,
too,” Serena said tentatively, as if she wasn’t sure if she should continue to speak after my samurai swing. “I’m not that good, though. I tried making Rice Krispies treats once while
Footloose
was on the TV, and it was the big dance scene in the warehouse, so I didn’t want to miss it. I left the spatula in the pan and when I got back, half of it had melted into the mix.”
I arched a brow. “That will happen.”
“In my defense, I was fourteen and easily distracted. My mom wouldn’t let me near the stove for years after that.” She inched her way to the island and went back to messing with the water bottle. A faint blue aura shimmered around her. She was nervous. “I’m mostly a microwave and carry
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out type of girl, but I always wished I could be like the cooks on TV.”
My gaze slid over her downturned face. A faint blush covered her cheeks. Thick lashes swept up and her eyes met mine for a moment
,
then she quickly looked away. Tucking her hair back behind one ear, she pressed her lips together. The air around her vibrated a deeper blue.
“Here,” I said, my mouth doing the flapping thing again as I pointed the knife toward the chicken and then the two bowls. “Dip the chicken in the eggs first
,
then roll them in the bowl with the bread crumbs.”
Her chin jerked up, surprise flickering across her face. For a moment, she didn’t move and then she nodded. “Let me wash my hands first.”
I wasn’t worried about germs. Wasn’t like I could get sick, not like Serena could. When she returned to the island, she squeezed in next to me as she arranged the bowls—eggs first and then the crumbs. The space was crowded and I could’ve moved over to give her more room, but I didn’t.
I liked crowding her.
“Go ahead,” I urged when her hands hovered over the chicken. “It’s not that hard and I won’t turn the TV on.”
A smile played over her lips. “I’m not that easily distracted now.”
I bent down, so that my lips were a hairbreadth from her cheek. “I bet you’re just as easily distracted as you were at fourteen.”
Serena dropped the slice of chicken in the bowl. Watery yolk splattered across the counter as her cheeks went bloodred. “You are so wrong,” she muttered.
I chuckled. “I know.”
Watching Serena dutifully dip the slices of chicken was sort of amusing in a weird way. I never cooked with anyone before. Hell, I never cooked
for
anyone before. Not that I was cooking for Serena in the first place. I was hungry and I ate a lot.
As I turned the stove on and watched the oil start to bubble, Serena chatted about her mom, stopping every few moments to glance at me, as if she were testing my annoyance level.
I was fine.
“So you never met your father?” I asked.
She shook her head as she carried the plate of breaded chicken to the stove. “Nope. Absentee sperm donor. What about you? I mean, your kind has parents, right?”
“We’re not hatched from an egg, Serena. Our reproduction is much like a human’s. As is the Luxen
.
But I didn’t know my parents.”
Her brows knitted as she picked up a piece of chicken. “What do you mean?”
I pulled her hand away from the skillet. “You’ll burn yourself.” I took the chicken from her and placed it into the skillet. Grease snapped and popped.
“I guess you don’t burn?”
“Not like you will.” I took another slice from the plate she held. “My parents died when I was young.”
Her soft inhale filled the silence and then, “I’m—”
“Don’t say you’re sorry, Serena. You didn’t kill my parents. You have nothing to apologize for.” I removed the last slice, plopped it into the oil, and then took the plate from her. “My parents were killed by the Luxen, like many of our kind were. And don’t say you’re sorry again.”
She snapped her mouth shut. “What is it with you and apologies?”
“I don’t like when people apologize for something they had nothing to do with.”
“I get that, but when people say they’re sorry—like for the loss of a loved one—they are saying that they’re sorry for you having to go through that pain.”
“I’m fine,” I said, and Serena rolled her eyes. “Wash your hands. You’ll get salmonella or something.”
“Yes,
Dad
.” Serena spun toward the sink.
My gaze dropped to her plump ass and I fought the urge to come up behind her, grab her hips, and… Where my thoughts were going meant I’d get nothing accomplished. Maybe I just needed to fuck her out of my system.
That sounded like the best plan ever.
Serena looked over her shoulder. “Why did the Luxen kill your parents?”
And that killed my hard
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on. “Like I’ve said before, the Luxen are power
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hungry assholes.”
She turned around slowly, gripping the rim of the counter behind her. “That really tells me nothing.”
I took a step forward, and her lips parted. I liked that. “You really want a history lesson?”
“Yes.”
But I really wanted to touch her. I took another step, and my gaze traveled over the front of her shirt. The thin cotton and bra did nothing to hide the hardened tips of her breasts.
Aw, fuck.
Chicken needed flipping
.
Spinning around, I grabbed the tongs and flipped the chicken, ignoring every instinct that demanded I claim her. The true part of me, the darkness that I was, couldn’t understand why I was fighting this. It didn’t care about repercussions or if Serena ended up in a vegetative state.
It just wanted, always wanted.
I cleared my throat. “Here’s the quick and dirty version. The Luxen have been around for thousands of years and are obviously far more advanced than the human race. They liked to travel. They also liked to subjugate any other race they came into contact with that was viewed as a threat. They ruled the universe—many galaxies you’ve never heard of. They became power hungry and destructive
.
You know what they say about absolute power.”
“It corrupts absolutely.”
“Exactly. And for a long time, there was nothing that could defeat them. Nothing could stand against them
,
until my kind came along.”
“And how did that happen?” She folded her arms.
I flipped another piece of chicken. “Evolution’s way of keeping balance. That’s one thing that is universal. The Arum were bred to be the only predator of the Luxen. That doesn’t mean we’re always more powerful than them, but we’re the only creatures that can go toe to toe with them. We absorb energy and they are bursting with it.”
“So you guys just went after them?”
I turned to her, brows raised. “Not at first. For many generations, our kind policed the Luxen, held them back from swallowing up entire planets and destroying every living creature there.”
“Kind of like NATO?”
I chuckled at that. “I guess it was like that, but it was before my time. But they invaded our planet, enslaved our kind
,
and killed without discretion. The attack blindsided us. It was genocide. Who knows what made them do it, but the war started long before I was even a thought
,
and it’s never ended.”
She tucked her hair back. “What happened to your…to your planets?”
I met her stare. “We destroyed our planets. Literally. So both of our kinds needed a new home. Earth looked mighty welcoming. We don’t need spaceships.” I laughed. “That shit’s bunk. Luxen travel at the speed of light—faster than that. So can we
,
if we’re…fed.”
Her skin paled. “Like when you do the arm thing?”
“And that’s what makes us so useful to the DOD. We kill the Luxen who get out of hand. When one or more of them do something the DOD doesn’t like, we go in and take care of the situation. Most of the Arum find that it’s a great job. After all, there’s real bad blood between us. Others don’t think it’s enough. They continue to hunt the Luxen without DOD permission.”
“Wow.” She shook her head. “So you’re basically an assassin?”
There wasn’t any judgment in Serena’s tone. “You could call me that.”
She was quiet for a moment. “What are the different things that you all can do? And the Luxen?”
“We can bend space and time, which allows us to travel faster than the speed of light. The Luxen are like us in that aspect. What you said you saw the night your friend was killed? Luxen can control energy, manipulate it to move and stop objects. They can freeze things, people included. They can also use that energy in its purest form as a weapon.”
“Holy…”
“Yep. We absorb their abilities to manipulate light and energy. They call it the Source. We have to feed a lot to travel, especially as far as it was to Earth.”
“How did you end up here?”
“Some of us scattered to other parts of the universe, some came here, because both the Luxen and my kind have been to Earth before.”
“When?”
I shrugged. “Thousands of times since the dawn of man
,
I am sure.”
Her nose wrinkled. “Then why didn’t they try to enslave us?”
“They never viewed humans as a threat, not until now.”
Her features pinched. “I don’t know if I should be offended by that or worried.”
“Probably a little of both.” Flipping the last chicken breast over, I placed the tongs aside and turned. “The Luxen came here first and were discovered by the government
,
and then we came. For the longest time, the government couldn’t tell us apart, which worked in our benefit. While they were rounding up Luxen, studying them
,
and then releasing them into controlled communities to assimilate, we pretty much had free rein. But soon they realized we were different species. That in a way we were more dangerous.”
“More dangerous?” When I didn’t answer, she took a deep breath. “I want to know, no matter how bad it might be.”
“There are things that we can do—things that the DOD have a use for. When they discovered we were different from the Luxen, they started searching for us. And when they find us, they give us a choice: work for them or die.”
“Geez,” she murmured. “Like the Mafia?”
“Something like that. Your government was smart. They have some of the more powerful Arum on their side
.
How? Who knows
.
I’m sure they are well provided for. And if we don’t feed, we are weak. Many of us were pulled into the DOD that way. Used our need against us, to control us
.
Not to mention they know our weakness.” I paused, watching interest flicker over her face
.
No way in hell I was going to tell her that the quickest way to take out an Arum was by simply picking up a piece of obsidian and cutting us with it. Bad enough you could find it anywhere and the DOD had already adapted their weapons, encasing bullets in obsidian. Killing an Arum, like a Luxen, wasn’t as hard as one thought if you knew how to take us out
.
“Not all of the Luxen came to Earth when our planets were destroyed. Tens of thousands are here, but there are
hundreds
of thousands out there. They will come eventually.”