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Once the last gift had been opened, Fin took his gift into
one of the guest bedrooms. He looked at the card that simply said, “Thank you.”

He slowly tore the paper away to reveal an industrial
smoothie blender that rivaled his in quality. Could it be? Was this the thank-you
gift Baden mentioned Navine had intended to buy for him?

He left the room and cornered Baden, who was being very
chummy with Raimee. “Is the blender from Navine?”

Baden smiled. “Yeah, she said smoothies as good as yours
deserved the best blender money could buy.”

Fin frowned.

“Hey man,” Baden said. It’s okay if you don’t like it. Take
it back and get something else.”

“No, it’s not that. It’s better than mine. I just…don’t
understand. Why bother?”

Baden shrugged. “Why don’t you ask her? But you better
hurry. She’s at the cabin getting ready to hit the town.”

He went to apologize to his cousin but she said she was
happy looking at the eye candy. He didn’t know who she meant but whatever.

Fin wanted nothing more than to see Navine, alone, in a
secluded place, but judging by her coldness toward him tonight, she didn’t want
the same thing. If he went, he’d only be setting himself up for more insult,
more injury.

Although, before Raimee had interrupted their dance, she’d
wanted him. He’d smelled her sweet arousal and felt her pulse quicken. Then she’d
looked at him with those golden eyes and they’d been dilated.

Raimee startled him out of his thoughts. “Go, Fin. You
really need to go.”

Baden nodded in agreement.

Did they know something he didn’t?

He strode to where Araya and Kean were gushing over their
gifts, shook Kean’s hand, then hugged Araya.

“Are you leaving?” she asked, a mischievous twinkle in her
eyes.

At his nod, Kean said, “Thanks for the great grub. You’re my
favorite almost brother-in-law. Oh and good luck.”

Araya elbowed his ribs.

Okay, something was going on but he wasn’t going to stick
around and try to figure it out.

* * * * *

Fin stood outside the cabin, nervous as all hell. What was
he doing here? Okay, she’d given him a gift but it didn’t mean he should be
stalking her. He felt like a fucking idiot now that he was here. Really Fin?
Desperate much? Blender does not equal eternal love.

He almost ported away but decided as long as he was here, he
might as well get closure on the whole thing. What better way than to have her
spew her venom in his face? Have her tell him one last time how he is an
abomination and not worthy of her.

Gritting his teeth and steeling his resolve, he stiffened
his spine as he knocked on the door. Banging and clanging met his ears, moments
later, the door flew open. Navine stood brandishing a butcher knife and a cast-iron
frying pan.

Blinking a couple times, he then burst into laughter. She
lowered the knife and pan and stomped her foot, which sent him into another
bought of laughter.

“What the hell is so funny?” she demanded.

Grabbing his gut and doubling over, it took him a good two
minutes to recover. “Sorry,” he said, wiping tears from his eyes. “That was one
of the funniest displays I’ve seen in a long time.”

He sobered as he took in her appearance. Raven black hair,
piled on top of her head, exposing her graceful neckline. Skintight, black
skirt molded to her hips with a complementing black lace-up halter top. “Although,
it was also one of the sexiest.”

She flushed at his compliment. “Come in and shut the door.
Bugs getting in.”

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him, watching her
put the knife and pan back into their respective places. His breath caught in
his throat as she bent to place the pan in a lower cabinet, the bending giving
him a brief view of the red panties adorning her pussy.

“Who were you expecting?” Fin asked.

She straightened, shoved her hands on her hips. “I wasn’t
expecting anyone, which is why I grabbed weapons. I’ll be damned if I’m getting
nabbed again.”

He sobered at that and felt like an ass. He should have
known she’d be on edge after all she’d been through. “I’m sorry, Navine. I wasn’t
thinking. Didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Then what are you doing here?”

“I…just wanted to thank you for the gift,” he said lamely. “It
was thoughtful.”

She stared at him as if expecting more. When he said nothing
else, she said, “Seriously? You left your sister’s engagement party early and
scared the crap out of me to thank me for a blender?”

He thought she was about to go off but then her expression
softened. “Did you like it?”

He nodded. “I did. I—thank you.”

“Well, good. We never did have that celebration and I
figured you assumed the worst about me not showing up.” Her gaze dropped to the
floor.

“How about we celebrate now?” he asked.

“I, uh. I was about to go out. I have to—it’s time. I need
to feed. Tonight.”

Lightning struck Fin’s gut and ripped it asunder. He never
should have come here. The thought of her feeding from another male crushed
him, broke him, infuriated him. He strode toward her. If this was the last time
he’d see her, he’d at least make certain she thought of him when she sought out
another tonight. Grabbing her arm, he pulled her into him, a small squeal
escaping her lips.

“I wish I was good enough for you,” he said before his lips
crashed into hers. Surprisingly, she didn’t fight him or push him away. He
wrapped one arm around her waist, one hand tangled in her hair, crushing them
together. The faint sweetness of cherries greeted him as his tongue slipped
past her lips to tangle with her tongue.

God, she felt so good, so right. Why couldn’t he make her
feel it?

It took all his willpower to push her away from him. They
both staggered at the abruptness. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted
another,” he admitted breathlessly. “I wish I could be what you want.” He shook
his head and gazed at her longingly one last time. “I wish you the best,
Navine.” Then he ported the fuck out of there before the water spilled over his
lids and he made a bigger fool of himself.

Navine stood there, trying to catch her breath. His kiss
inflamed her desire. Had he not pushed her away, she’d have been putty in his
hands, and not only because she needed to feed. No, she wanted him. Wanted him
with a desperation that left her knees weak.

He was sweet, caring, passionate, strong, brave, protective.
He was everything she could ask for in a male except for
what
he was.
When she’d seen him with Raimee and feather girl tonight, she’d been jealous
beyond reason. She’d tried to ignore it, pretend it wasn’t so, but it was a
lie. She’d wanted to kill the bitches, snatch Fin and throw him to the floor.
Show him he was hers.

She sank to the kitchen floor, knees pulled to her chest,
letting her head fall forward. Fin made no bones about wanting her, wanting to
be with her. Could she put aside her disgust at what he was? Was she truly even
disgusted by it anymore or just holding onto it out of fear? Fear of what? She
knew he wouldn’t taint her. He’d been inside her in every possible way and she’d
loved it.

Pushing herself off the floor, she opened the fridge and
grabbed a beer, downed it in three gulps, burped, grabbed another and did the
same. Forty-five minutes later, she’d downed seven beers, was dizzy and giggly
and was still undecided as to what to do.

She pulled out her phone to call him and give him a piece of
her mind but the numbers blurred and wavered. Instead she ported to the mansion
to give it to him face to face. Stumbling on the steps, she laughed at herself.
It’d been years since she’d been this drunk. Righting herself on the top step,
she rang the doorbell.

Moments later, an unknown guard opened the door.

“Yes?” he asked, scrutinizing her.

“Caffin. Need to see him.”

“Who’s calling?”

She hiccupped. “No call. Couldn’t see numbers. Mmm here.”

The guard’s lips twitched as he opened the door wider for
her to enter. He took her arm and guided her to the couch in the hallway. She
flopped down, grateful for the support.

He motioned to another guard and said, “Get, Fin.”

She didn’t know how long she sat there with gigantor making
sure she behaved, she assumed, but her belly fluttered uncontrollably when Fin
appeared before her. His taut body only clad in a pair of black workout shorts.
No shirt. Skin glistening with sweat. Holy ass monkeys, he was a sight to
behold.

“Navine?” The surprise in his voice and shock on his face
made her giggly again.

“Thas me,” she slurred.

His brows furrowed when she tried to stand but fell back on
her ass. Thank god the couch had a lot of cushion.

He stepped forward and took her hand, helping her stand.

“Can you walk?” he asked.

“Pfft. Of course.” She took a step and stumbled. He grabbed
her around the waist and swung her into his arms.

“Yeah, of course,” he mocked, carrying her up the stairs.

She started getting a little seasick as she bounced in his
arms and thankfully, the ride was over before too long.

He carried her through a door and sat her on a bed. A very,
very comfortable bed. She crawled into it and dragged a pillow under her head.
It smelled like him.

“Nice,” she mumbled.

“What are you doing here? What’s wrong with you?”

“You’re wrong, Caffin, Fin, whoever,” she said.

“How much have you had to drink?”

“Not enough,” she sighed, rolled onto her back and stared at
the ceiling. “Gotnything to drink?”

He chuckled, walked to a mini fridge in the corner, and
brought her back a bottle of water.

She grumbled but took the water anyway, struggled to open it
and spilled half the contents down her shirt. “Fuck ass!” she shrieked, and
began taking off her shirt.

Fin disappeared through a door at the far end of the room
and returned seconds later with a towel and a robe. She chucked her wet shirt
on the floor, not caring that her breasts were completely exposed, carelessly
wiped her chest with the towel he handed her and fell back on the bed.

“Navine, put this on.” Fin’s strained voice tickled her
ears, sending shivers down her spine.

With much effort, she pushed herself up, held her arms out
and waited for Fin to dress her. He pulled her arms through the arm holes.

“Istoobig,” she complained and started shrugging out of it.

“It’s fine,” he said, tying it around her waist.

She reached out and grabbed his cock. “You’ve a hard-on.”

He hissed and jumped back. “Navine, what the hell is going
on with you.”

“You suck,” she said, thinking that explained it all.

“Hmmm. Sorry, I’ll try to do better,” he said, sarcasm
dripping from his words. “But first you’ll have to tell me
why
I suck.”

“‘Cause. Fucking mutant,” she huffed. “How can I…you… You
suck. Wipe that shitty look off yer sexy face, fucker.”

He folded his arms across his naked chest. “So, you came
here to spew profanity at me. I appreciate the gesture.”

She reached out and snatched his wrist, pulling him to the
bed until he sat next to her. She pointed a finger in his face. “Why’d you do
this to me?” She hiccupped.

“What did I do to you?”

“Dunno. Scrambled my brain or somethin’. I can’t be with
you. It’s not right.”

She grabbed his head and crushed his mouth to hers, then
pushed him away. “See?”

He shook his head. “No, I definitely don’t see.”

She smacked him on the arm and fell back on the bed. “Well,
ya should. Dumbass.” That was her last conscious thought as she fell back on
his bed and closed her eyes.

Fin had no clue what the fuck was going on with Navine. He
was torn between laughing his ass off and putting his fist through a wall.
Obviously, she was wasted but why the hell had she shown up on his doorstep,
insulted him over and over and then kissed him?

He shook her shoulders but her light snores didn’t cease. She
was out. He pulled the covers around her and took a mind-numbingly cold shower.
He debated on sleeping in another room but decided it best if he stayed with
her. As drunk as she was, he worried she might wake up disoriented and panic.

He dried off, threw on a pair of boxers and lay down on the
opposite side of the bed from her. The urge to curl her into his body, almost
irresistible but he figured if she woke up with him all over her, she’d flip
out.

Hours must have passed before he finally drifted to sleep.

* * * * *

The next morning, he awakened to the sweet sensation of a
soft, feminine body curled around him. Navine had shifted during the night. One
of her legs was lying across his midsection, one arm across his chest and her
head lay on his shoulder.

Desperate to savor the moment, he breathed shallowly and
tried not to move a muscle but seconds later, Navine’s leg slid from his body
and he barely held back a sigh, mourning the loss he figured was coming. What
he wouldn’t do to wake up to this fantastic sensation every morning.

Her hand traveled down his abdomen, finding his cock hard
and ready. He gasped as her fingers inched under his boxers and grabbed his
shaft. She squeezed and stroked. She must not be awake. As much as he’d like to
lie there and enjoy, he certainly wasn’t going to take advantage of her while
she was unconscious.

“Navine,” he choked out. “Wake up.”

“I’m awake,” she whispered and traced her tongue along the
contours of his ear.

He felt her heartbeat pound against his rib cage. His hips
thrust against her grasp.

“It’s me. Fin. Wake up.”

She raised her head off his chest, her dilated pupils
shocking him. “I know who you are and where I am. I need you.”

He’d hoped to hear those words from her but never expected
to. His heart swelled but it was short lived because her next words killed any
elation he’d felt.

“Need to feed.” He groaned as she licked his nipple, sending
shivers straight to his dick.

He’d interrupted her last night on her way out to feed. For
whatever reason, she came here instead of feeding and passed out. So, yeah, she
wanted him, needed him but not for the reasons he wanted.

She crawled down the bed, grabbed his boxers and tore them
from his body, then pulled up her skirt, grabbed her tiny red panties and
ripped them off. Fin sat up but she shoved him back down and drew his cock into
her mouth. Her tongue lapped at the sensitive underside of the head.

Abruptly, Navine released his cock, climbed up his body and
impaled herself on him in one fluid downward motion. Her dilated eyes closed
and she stilled, seeming to savor the feeling. “Why do you feel so good?” she
asked without opening her eyes.

Slowly, she began rocking her hips, working his cock, her
beautiful face contorting from pleasure.

“Beautiful,” he whispered. He couldn’t tear his eyes from
the erotic display—robe hanging open, exposing her nipples, skirt around her
waist, her sweet shaved cunt swallowing his cock, black hair bouncing around
her shoulders.

This image would be burned into his mind, ruining him for
other females, for eternity.

“Look at me, Navine.” He wanted to know he wasn’t a faceless
meal to her right now.

She opened her eyes, completely black from hunger, arousal.
Leaning forward, pressing her hands to his chest to support herself, she ground
harder, faster against his quickening thrusts, their gazes locked together.

Wrapping his arms around her back, he pulled her chest down
to his, her lips to his. Her fingers curled in his hair almost painfully as
their tongues thrust together.

She broke the kiss, sitting up suddenly, eyes rolling into
the back of her head as her gyrations became erratic, frenzied. She palmed her
breasts and wailed as her body tensed, climax overtaking her.

Seeing, feeling her pleasure rocked his foundation as semen
tore from his balls up through his pulsing cock.

Her nails dug into his hips as his semen spurted into her.
Shuddering uncontrollably, she hung on until she’d received every last drop and
then collapsed on top of him. They lay there in silence except for the pounding
of their hearts and ragged breathing.

Ten minutes must have passed before Navine rolled off him.
His body protested losing her warmth, the feel of her soft skin on his. Before
she bolted, he had to know why she’d come here last night. “Are you okay?”

“I am now.”

He rolled onto his side to face her. “What happened to you
last night?”

She stared at the ceiling as she answered. “Got drunk.”

“Undoubtedly, but why’d you show up here?”

She grabbed the pillow from under her head and covered her
face with it. When a minute ticked by and she didn’t answer, he lifted the
pillow. “Navine?”

“Arrgh,” she huffed. “I don’t know.”

“There must have been a reason.”

“Why’d you come to the cabin?”

“I told you. To say thank you for the gift.” If he wanted
her to be honest with him, he’d have to be completely honest with her. “And
because I missed you. I had hoped you’d ask me to stay.”

“Then why’d you leave so abruptly?” She finally chucked the
pillow from her face to the floor.

“I felt like a fool and you didn’t seem interested. Now why
did you show up here last night? You were rude.”

She grimaced. “You should be used to that by now,” she
joked.

He sighed at her refusal to answer.

“Okay,” she said. “When I saw Raimee and feather brat
hanging all over you at the party I… I didn’t like it.”

“And?” he prompted.

“And it caught me off guard when you showed up at the cabin.
Then you kissed me and left. I was confused.”

“Confused about what?”

“About why I wanted to rip their faces off and why I felt sad
when you left.”

“You wanted to rip their faces off?” And she’d felt
sad
?
His breath caught. He didn’t dare let himself think she might have come around
and wanted something with him.

“Desperately.”

Fin took her hand, his thumb caressing it. “Lymirie or feather
brat as you call her, is my cousin. And Raimee? There’s nothing between us. We’re
just friends and she—I don’t know why she was clinging to me. After you left,
she stopped. Actually, she told me to go to you.”

“It’s really not my business.” She tried to pull her hand
away but he held on.

“I want it to be your business. You must know that I feel…that
I care for you. Please tell me why you came to see me last night, Navine. I
need to know.”

She covered her face with her free hand, sucked in a breath,
then let her hand flop back to the bed. “I wanted you but I didn’t want to want
you. I tried to deny it but I missed you too. Baden told me you weren’t going
to be at the party but there you were. I realized I wanted to see you again.
But then she was hanging all over you and I had to leave.” She sucked in a deep
breath. “It hurt.”

Could this be it? She was jealous and hurt. Holy shit, was
this what he’d been waiting for? His heart beat hard in his chest, his throat
going dry as he put himself out there one more time. “Be with me, Navine.”

She closed her eyes for long seconds and opened them again. “I
don’t know if I can. I feel it would turn into so much more with you and it’s
just—”

“I know,” he scowled. “It’s not right. It’s not natural. It’s
wrong. I’m a fucking mutant.” He jumped out of bed and stared down at her. “I’m
done. A male can only take so many hits to his ego, to his heart. You’ve
battered and beaten both of mine.” He scrubbed a hand through his hair. “Just
go, Navine. I won’t seek you out again. And if you have a heart, you won’t seek
me out again.” With that he strode to the bathroom, slammed the door and jumped
in the shower, hoping to wash away some of the frustration, disappointment and
hurt.

Navine felt like a fucking bitch. What was her problem?