Page 34 of Soul Redeemed

“Please, undo the binds.” She clamped her eyes closed, once again burying her face into the mattress while he released her wrists from the Diablis grip. Once free, she pushed onto her back and covered her face behind her palms. “I was taken. Kidnapped by some freak fucking scientist. For months, I was kept in some … underground hospital that’d been abandoned. I was to be used to mate those disgusting maggoty Sang.” Shivers ran down her body and, coupled to the coating of sweat across her skin, left her feeling cold and dirty. “They injected me. Every day I was given these horrific injections that felt like they were melting my bones.” Ava slid her hands from her face and looked down her body, to see Calix’s arms crossed, the male rubbing his chin as if trying to rub away the detonator of a bomb ready to go off. “I can only have sex with those … things, or whomever I’m with will die.”

“How?”

“I don’t know. I don’t want to find out. Oliver says it’s a disease that’s only transmitted through intercourse.”

“I just finger fucked the shit out of you and nothing happened.”

She shook her head, sitting up on the bed, wishing she could scrub every inch of her body. “When you ejaculate, it apparently sets off some reaction inside of me. He said it’s a way to keep the progenitor lines clean and pure. Unsullied.”

“We don’t come unless we’re bonded, Ava.”

Brows drawn, she shot him an unamused stare and tipped her head. “You know damn well it’s been known to happen.”

“We’ll call Drechler back. See if he’s got something for it.”

Lodging her fingers through her hair, Ava pulled her knees into her chest. “There isn’t a cure, Calix. It’s in my blood. I’m ruined. Disgusting. Nothing but a walking disease.” She buried her head into her folded arms and choked back a sob. “I’ll understand if you don’t want me anymore. I’m not an ideal mate. I’ll never bear a son for you.”

Arms slid beneath her legs, prompting her to look up as Calix lifted her off the bed and into his lap. He pressed her head against his chest. “Hear that? Bastard only beats for you, Ava. I don’t give a shit that you can’t bear a son. I’ve tried living without you, and I can’t. I won’t.”

She closed her eyes to stifle the tears welling there. “I want to give you everything, Calix. I want to give you what you need. But I can’t. I never will.”

“That’s not what I need from you, baby.” Gripping the back of her skull, he lifted her face until her eyes met his, swirling with compassion and sincerity. “I need your smile. Your voice. Your feisty bullshit that makes me crazy sometimes.” His lips tugged to a half smile. “All I need is you.”

“You’ll starve with me. You need sex, Calix. It’s a necessity, not a luxury for you.”

“Then, I’ll starve.”

With a frown, she pushed against his chest to break his hold. “And you think I could live with that? You think I’d ever want that for you? I can’t live in a world without you in it, either.”

“I’ll figure it out.” He pushed a strand of hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear and cupped her jaw. “I’ll find another way. If I gotta beat off every hour to the sound of your voice, then that’s what I gotta do.”

A grin tugged at her cheeks. “That sounds like a lot of work.”

“You’d be surprised how easy it is.”

She stroked her hand along his stubbled cheek and pressed her lips to his. “Let me help you with that.” Palm to his chest, she urged him back onto the bed and straddled his body. Unlike him, she didn’t have access to the male’s fantasies, but he never seemed troubled by her efforts.

“I’ve been so damn miserable without you, Ava. Can’t fucking think. You’ve got my head so messed up right now.”

Crawling down his body, she paused to kiss the Wrath tattoo over his chest, moved down his washboard abs, and let her tongue trail his flesh until her chin hit his tip. “I’m going to take care of you, Calix. I want to make the pain go away.” With a dip of her head, she allowed his tip to breach her lips and dragged the small bit of fluid over her mouth, lubricating it, before she lapped it up with her tongue.

Calix shifted beneath her and groaned, both hands balled into fists at either side of his body. “Fuck, you feel like a dream.”

“Close your eyes.”

His scent made her ravenous, watering her mouth as she licked and sucked along his shaft. The veins pulsed against her tongue, hammering a rhythm of desperation inside her mouth, and when she finally took him to the base, she damn near gagged as his tip hit the back of her throat. Up and down, she sucked his flesh, the sweet taste of his cock dancing across her taste buds.

Every incubus had his own distinct flavor, and Calix’s was like none she’d ever tasted. Like caramel and apples—a taste that took her back to childhood, when she’d roam the orchards alone, lost in the endless rows of trees, where she’d lay in the sun as she’d enjoyed her favorite treat.

Another perk of the incubi. The more she sucked him, the more intense the memory and joy and the flavor filled her mouth.

“Ah, fuck, Ava!”

She sucked harder, ravenous for the taste, her mind lost to memories and warmth. She moaned against him, never wanting it to end—not even when the dull ache cramped her jaw.

Calix bucked beneath her, and she pushed against his thighs to hold him down, unwilling to finish until she’d had her fill. She dug her nails into his flesh, sucking harder, milking the caramel taste that’d become an insatiable craving.

His curse boomed inside her skull, reverberating over the lost memories, breaking her spell, and when the first spurts of hot cum hit the back of her throat, Ava swallowed it, along with the pulsing jets that followed.