11. Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

Azizia

Felix stays in the doorway of the bedroom, lurking in the shadows like a… well, like a vampire.

His eyes are on me as I move to the door, wondering who the hell could be here.

I hesitate as I reach the door, worried that it may be the cops or a demon coming to capture me.

Rae said he took care of everything with the house, but maybe he didn’t. Maybe someone is here looking for the woman who owned this house before me. The one I killed.

I glance over my shoulder at the bathroom, and imagine that weird looking alien thing, and a shiver runs up my spine. Are his friends here to take him to the mothership?

I take a breath, grab the handle, and open the door.

There’s no one there.

What the… I stick my head out and look both ways.

No one.

Not a single person.

I step onto the porch, my foot snagging on something, and I trip, but catch myself and don’t go flying face-first into the dirt and look like a fool in front of Felix. I can’t make myself look stupid in front of him. I need him to love me. To like me as much as I like him.

So far, it seems I’m failing at that, considering everything I do is just… wrong.

When I right myself, I look down and spot a small brown box.

I pick it up and see the address is for this house, but the name Karen Brown definitely isn’t me…

Must have been the woman I killed. Sucks she ordered this and never got it. Just means she won’t miss it though.

I walk into the house and lock the door.

“Well?” Felix calls as I walk to the bedroom, shaking the box. It’s not heavy, and doesn’t sound like anything breakable. Hopefully, it’s something I can enjoy since Karen won’t.

“Just a delivery,” I say with a shrug of my shoulder, then hop on the bed and tear open the box.

Felix moves over to watch me, and I’m not sure how he’s even standing. He passed out multiple times from being so hungry. He still hasn’t eaten, yet here he is.

Here he is.

I really hope my brother doesn’t find out about him. I’ll be in so much trouble.

Inside the brown box is another box. I pull it out. On it is a picture of… well, I’m not sure what it is.

A choked sound leaves Felix, and he takes a step back.

“You ordered that thing?”

I frown and hold it up. “What is it?”

His eyes widen, then his mouth opens and closes. “Someone sent you that?”

“No, it’s not mine.”

“Then why did you open it?”

“Because I live here now…”

He shakes his head, running a hand down his face. “It is a federal offense to open someone else’s mail, don’t you know that?”

“I have no idea what a federal offense is, so no…”

“How long have you been up here?”

I narrow my eyes at him, wondering how he knows I’m not from here. I didn’t tell him. Can he sense it? He may be able to, but I can’t be sure. Still, I want him to trust me, and I guess that means I should trust him.

“Twelve days. Are you going to tell me what this thing is?” I thrust the box at him and he shakes his head.

“I… I can’t.”

“What do you mean, you can’t? Why not?”

“Because it’s a… you use that with…”

His eyes flick to the box, then to me, and something in his eyes changes. They somehow grow darker, and his face loses every ounce of worry that was just there.

“It’s a sex toy,” he says breathlessly, sounding almost pained.

I look back at the box, noting the curved shape, purple color, and little hole toward the top. “This is not a sex toy.”

“Oh yes, it is.”

“No way. I’ve seen plenty of them when—” I pause, realizing I was carelessly going to give information that no one should know about. “I’ve just seen plenty of them, and this isn’t one.”

“It’s a new model,” he says, sitting on the bed in front of my feet and taking the box before pointing to the star-shaped sticker. “It says so right there.”

He peels the plastic off it, then opens the box and pulls it out. He presses a button, and a soft, airy vibration sounds. His eyes meet mine again.

“Let me show you,” he whispers.

“What?” I grab the blankets on either side of me, my body tensing.

“I want to show you how it works.”

I shake my head, but why? Why am I telling him no? Isn’t this what I want? This is why I have him here at all, isn’t it? To make him mine, to make him love me and want me the same way I want him. Every woman knows the way to do that is with their body, so if I let him do this…

No. No, Zia, you know that’s not how it works.

He proved that to you. He showed you that sometimes, no matter what you do, it’ll never be enough.

But as I look into Felix’s eyes, taking in his lips, dark green eyes, sharp jaw, and the way he’s staring at me like he’s going to devour me, I find myself nodding my head, my body relaxing.

He smirks, moving the box to the other side of the bed as he turns the vibration off.

“Take your pants off.”

I get up and do as he says, losing my pants and not feeling an ounce of shame for it either.

I’ve been dreaming about this man touching me for days.

And now… holy shit, now it’s actually happening.

“Back on the bed,” he says, his tone taking on a slightly harsh quality. Demanding, almost, and hell do I like it.

I get back on the bed where I was, but cover my private area with my hands, suddenly feeling shy.

Felix gives one shake of his head. “Spread them.”

He slides a little closer, running his hand up my calf and stopping at my knee. He applies a bit of pressure and I spread my legs, but don’t move my hands. He pushes on my leg a little harder, causing me to bend it, so he can move even closer.

“Lay back,” he says.

I run my tongue along my dry lips and rest my head against the headboard.

I notice how hard my heart is pounding. I’m nervous. Why the hell am I so nervous about this? And why is he acting so different? How did he go from this panicked mess to this… calm and collected vampire?

He brings the long end of the toy to his lips and parts them, darting out his tongue to lick it. Then he wraps his lips around it, getting it wet. His eyes are on me the entire time. And when he pulls it out and brings it to my mouth, I don’t hesitate to open for him and do exactly as he just did.

He grabs my wrists with one hand and slides them to my thigh, pressing down and holding them in place, then pulls the toy from my mouth and brings it between my legs. I bite my lip as it slides into me with ease.

It doesn’t feel wrong like other things that have been in there. I find I actually like it because it’s him. Felix makes me feel different. Safe and comfortable. I just know once he starts moving it, it’s going to feel so good. It always does. Even if you don’t want it to, it feels good anyway.

My breath is coming in short pants as he maneuvers the toy around, and my body jerks when he nestles that little hole right over my clit.

I hold my breath in anticipation, wondering what the hell is going to happen.

I've never used a vibrating toy before. I can’t imagine it being much better tha— holy shit!

The toy vibrates inside me, and my entire body tenses, my head falling back to the headboard with a thud. I blink my eyes open when I realize they’re closed and find Felix looking down at the toy inside me like a sex-hungry animal. The look in his eye is purely primal, the color swirling from a dark green to an almost washed out shade, a pale green so light his blown out pupils look like bottomless voids.

“You ready?” he asks in this husky rasp.

“For what?” I say, my words coming out as a whimper.

He chuckles, the sound going right through me.

Then… and then , I swear my soul—if I even have one—leaves my damn body when that little hole starts to suck on my clit like the tiniest, gentlest, but sexiest vacuum ever.

“Holy shit… fuck… oh my—Felix, fuck!”

My ass lifts from the bed, my stomach tightens, and I swear I’m going to orgasm any second… Quickest orgasm ever!

But then the doorbell rings again.

I open my mouth to tell Felix to ignore it, because this is the best thing I’ve ever felt in my entire life and it’s been like five damn seconds, but he snaps out of whatever sex trance he’s in, yanks the toy from my pussy, and throws it into the bathroom. It bounces loudly off something, then thuds against something else.

“Why did you do that? I was so close!” I slam my hands on the bed in frustration.

His eyes are frantic as he gets off the bed, looking me up and down, like he wants to say something but doesn’t know what.

I growl as the doorbell rings again.

I storm toward the door, not bothering to put pants on. Whoever dares to interrupt that can be graced with the beauty of my vagina.

“Zia, open the door!”

I halt when I hear the voice.

My brother’s voice.

My eyes widen, and I glance at Felix, who is frowning. I race toward him as Azrael pounds on the door.

I grab Felix by the shirt and drag him after me, running to one corner of the room, then back to the bathroom, only to realize there isn’t a lock.

“What are—”

I slap my hand over his mouth.

“Be quiet! Don’t you know who that is?”

He mumbles something, but I can’t make it out. I tug him out of the room, grasping his shirt harder and keeping my hand over his mouth.

“Zia, I will break this damn door down!”

I spot the bathroom, get a flash of the alien in my head, which makes me cringe, but I hurry to it, fling the door open, and shove Felix in.

“Don’t say a word!” I hiss at him, then lock the door from the inside and close it. At least Rae won’t be able to get in there now.

I reach the front door, then realize I don’t have any pants on.

Shit!

“Zia, I swear to—”

“I’m just putting pants on!” I call out, running to the bedroom to grab my pants and shove them on. As I hurry to the front door, I realize they’re backwards. Oh well.

I run a hand through my hair and unlock the door to pull it open. I grin wide.

“Hey, bro.” I lean against the door frame. “What’s with the surprise visit?”

His jaw is clenched, brow furrowed. “Don’t give me that shit, Zia.”

He barges past me, and as I stare out at the sky, the sun starting to set, I realize I’m so fucked.