Demon Mine by Marina Simcoe

Author:Marina Simcoe
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2017-04-28T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty Four. Toronto.

The sense of relief stayed with me for the rest of the day, putting me back into a much better mood. My practical self, who thrived on predictability and liked to plan everything months and years in advance, had been eaten alive by uncertainty without a plan for my basic survival. Now that there was at least some plan in place for my nearest future, the anxiety eased and my mood lifted.

I watched through the car window as the snowy fields of Saskatchewan and Manitoba were replaced by the snowy forests of Ontario and remembered how I always wanted to drive across the country one day, all the way from Newfoundland to Vancouver Island, to see this big beautiful country of mine up close and personal.

Of course, I could have never imagined then that I would have somebody like Sytrius for a travel companion.

I studied his face whenever I thought he wasn’t looking, wishing I could see what he was feeling too.

“How do human emotions look?” I asked him.

“Beautiful,” he answered quickly, without having to think about it. “All of them are beautiful, but some are more spectacular than others. I see them in light and colour. It’s magnificent.”

“And how do they taste?”

“Like chicken!” He smiled brightly at me, flashing his pair of dimples.

“Seriously!” I pretended to be angry and failed. His smile was extremely contagious, and my own lips began to curve up too.

“Seriously?” He looked at the road ahead. “Sweet, fresh, delicious. Mostly though, it’s about how they make me feel the moment they enter my body: satisfied, renewed, elated…” He glanced at me briefly. “…Aroused.”

Suddenly shy, I lowered my eyes to my lap quickly. He never talked about his own arousal before. I knew he liked it when I felt turned on, but I assumed that he still saw me mostly like a source of emotions to feed on. Obviously it was important to him that I allowed him to feed off me, and I felt his sincere appreciation. It explained the friendly affection he must have felt for me, the way he cared for me and protected me. I knew I read too much into it sometimes; it was hard not to feel cherished and even loved when he treated me with so much care and attention. He said he couldn’t feel love for anyone, yet he behaved like the most loving boyfriend towards me. It did mess with my head, and I had to set myself straight every now and then.

I mostly assumed, though, that I was the only one feeling the sexual attraction between us. Knowing that he also could feel it opened a whole new can of worms I wasn’t sure I could handle.

As far as his sexuality was concerned, I still felt confused. I remembered the feeling of his hard erection pressed against me when he hugged me in my cell. On the other hand, the actual intercourse never happened in the arena, and I never remembered any of

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