Marked by C.M. Blackwood

Author:C.M. Blackwood [Blackwood, C.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-12-27T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

There were two for-real bedrooms in the warehouse, and one belonged to Risa. The other was Sonya’s. Jed and Dirk slept on roll-out cots, and Morgan crashed on the couch. Judging by the heavy smell of pot that hung in the air when Sonya and I came back from the range, I figured the guy could have slept anywhere and been comfortable.

Sonya showed me to Risa’s room, which had a little bathroom attached to it. She gave me a toothbrush (a very normal thing to do, I thought – you know, for a vampire) and said goodnight. Then she shut the door, and I was alone.

I would have liked a drink before I tried to sleep, but I hadn’t wanted to ask and look like an alcoholic or something. So I just brushed my teeth and looked around for something to wear to bed. It wasn’t all that hard, because right on the bed, I found a crumpled Nirvana T-shirt that smelled like Risa. I closed my eyes and held it against my face, inhaling her scent like a hungry wolf. I’d never thought I could miss someone this much. My heart was almost sore.

I stripped off my clothes, and I was about to put the shirt on, but then I realized that I hadn’t showered in a while. I was starting to feel a little scuzzy, and there was a bathroom right there. So I set the T-shirt down like a holy sacrament, then went into the bathroom and turned on the hot water in the shower.

Damn, it felt so good against my tired muscles and joints. I leaned my shoulder against the wall, letting the water beat down on the top of my head and run all down my body. I had a tightness at my center, like a pulled-back rubber band or a tautly-wound ball of string. It was a feeling I got often, a feeling I sated by going to clubs and picking up strangers.

I was horny. I was really flipping horny, and the tension was building in my core. Shooting that cool gun of Sonya’s might have had something to do with it.

Okay, okay, so I probably seem like a total weirdo, getting turned on by some freaky gun that shoots little arrows. The truth is, I get horny a lot, and I have a massive list of triggers. Alcohol, loud music, the sight of other people getting it on. I have an overactive sex drive, and I’m not all that proud of it. It’s just the way I’m wired.

I clutched the soft, wet skin of my inner thigh, kneading the flesh there. I needed release. I needed to be free of this overpowering tension.

My fingers drifted higher, ever so slightly tickling the lips of my sex. I wanted – I wanted so badly – to slide them inside.

But there was something I wanted more. I wanted the next person who touched me to be Risa. Not myself.

I let out a desperate groan of frustration, twisting the dial to turn off the shower head.

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