But for the first time since I"d learned how to relieve my sexual tension, it wasn"t enough.
I squirmed, still aroused. The phantom image of Auric still beckoned me. My pussy was hungry for something other than the little titillation I could give it.
Was I finally ready to forgo my vow of „no sex „til I found love?" Had my body finally had enough?
No, dammit. I refused to let my hormones win. I caressed myself again and climaxed quickly with a fantasy vision of Auric kissing me. Auric fucking me. Auric loving me and bringing me to orgasm, over and over. And still I felt dissatisfied.
Fuck. As I drifted into a tired slumber, I still hadn"t decided what to do about Auric and the effect he had on my body. I"d definitely have to see him again, though. Maybe if I saw him again and realized he was just a man--a flawed mortal creature--my body would lose this obsessive desire to be claimed by him.
Or maybe, said my mind, you"ve finally found the one.
Chapter Three
The next day dawned all too early. Brilliant yellow sunshine flooded my room and made me blink awake. The smart thing would have been to install some heavy-duty blinds, but after having lived in Hell where night reigns supreme, I crave the clarity of sunlight.
Fuzziness clouded my mind, yet my body thrummed with energy, which seemed at odds. I"d had a vivid night of dreaming–Auric being the main character. In my dream, we were both normal human beings. Nothing supernatural or special about us. We went on dates. We talked. We made love in bed, in the park, on the washing machine... It had been perfect. Yet in the light of day, it seemed so impossibly unreal.
I had it bad for this stranger, and after only meeting him the day before. Had he cast a spell on me? No, impossible, I repelled magic; so why couldn"t I get him out of my head?
And why did I still feel so damned horny? My pussy chafed from the number of times I"d rubbed it last night, trying to erase this attraction I couldn"t shake. I didn"t feel in control, and that both excited and scared me. Could I be falling in love? I"d never felt so confused–and aroused--in my life. And I didn"t like it one bit.
Deciding exercise might succeed where masturbation hadn"t, I dressed in my pink track suit with the black stripe, grabbed my iPod, and headed out for a jog. As my feet pounded the pavement in a rhythmic cadence, I let myself fall into the trance that exercising seems to bring. I"d discovered this soothing mind trick years ago when I"d first started jogging as a way to keep in shape–as Satan"s daughter, I never dared show weakness; and the ability to outrun situations had, on more than one occasion, served me well.
Eyes unseeing, I ran the trail in the park, the songs of the eighties that I loved so much blasting in my ears. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a flicker motion, another jogger moving faster about to pass me. I moved over to the edge of the lane, which is the only reason why the blade aimed at me missed.
I pivoted to see a stranger with glowing, yellow cat eyes twirling his blade for another strike.
Amateur. With a grace I"d learned in ballet and tae kwon do, my foot arced up, tilted, and kicked the hand holding the knife. My attacker hissed in pain and dropped into a half crouch, fists flying. I ducked and dodged with ease, then jabbed back with a hard smack to the bridge of his nose. He reeled back in pain, blood spurting, and at this point I expected him to move on, looking for easier prey. No such luck; instead of running, his form rippled as he shifted into something that seemed to have a lot of teeth.
Not waiting to see what special creature he"d turn out to be, I took off sprinting. My plan: make it to a populated location and lose him. All supernaturals take care not to be noticed, lest the government start hunting us. Or even worse, according to the movies, dissect us.
The only problem with my plan? I"d reached the part in the trail that loomed the furthest from civilization. I cursed myself for being stupid and distracted. I knew better than to go out unarmed, but I"d gotten too complacent in my new life. A life that didn"t involve daily attacks. A life where a person could forget her title of princess of Hell, and pretend to be normal. I should have known it wouldn"t last; I just hoped my complacency wouldn"t be the death of me.
Legs pumping to the tune, “She"s a Maniac,” I tore through the woods, my running speed faster than a regular human"s but not fast enough to outrun a shifter. I could feel the energy of the beast as it gained on me, a hungry force behind me which crept closer and closer. Determined not to die like a coward with claws in my back, I stopped and turned to face the creature that hunted me.
A large mountain cat bounded down the forested trail, long canines showing and eyes glowing with menace. Now I really wished I had my knife with me, because the giant kitty would have made a wicked fur coat.