Shattered Skies - Night Waves (15 page)

I knew that I was wet and ready but I had no idea just how wet until his finger separated me and slid in. “Hmmm, baby girl, I do believe this giving yourself to me is turning you on just as much as it is me. What do you think?” When he pulled his finger out of me and traced my wetness across his lips I lost it, throwing my head back and moaning. No one had ever done anything so kinky to me before and the thought of it was making it hard not to lose control on the spot.

“Cat, my mother always taught me it was polite to share.” He grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth to his. It was so wrong, so different and so sweet. The taste of myself made me ache for him even more.

“Take me please,” I moaned into his mouth because at that point I was not one hundred present sure I could even form sentences.

“Silly girl, still trying to be in charge?” But he did just what I asked, and in one quick thrust, he was deep inside me and thrusting hard.

There was no romance, no worry that I was going to do or say something wrong. There was just me and him and the amazing feelings that he was causing in every inch of my body.

“Tell me you want me Cat.”  It wasn’t a request, it was an order and when I didn’t speak fast enough he reached up and twisted my nipple causing my eyes to fling open wider.

“I said tell me you want me Catalina.” I wasn’t about to make him repeat himself again.

“Yes, Jace, yes, I want you” I was breathless and panting louder with each thrust.

There was no way he could keep it up much longer. I felt my body began to react. Every new movement from him brought me one step closer to the edge. Before I could stop myself, I felt my body clench. Should I ask him for permission was the last thing that went through my mind before the orgasm took over and I was thrusting my hips up to meet him. Everything in the world disappeared but his eyes.

“That’s right Catalina, look at me.” He slowed his movements giving my body a second to regain form. “Now it’s my turn understand?” When I shook my head yes right away, I was rewarded with a half crazed smile.

“That’s my girl. I want you to turn over and get on your knees.” I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to do it with my hands tied and the look on my face made him realize his demand might not work.

“If I release you, I want you to promise that you aren’t going to try to take control.” I promised him, my voice sounding so needy.

I was aroused and thinking that this was the best sex of my life. The thought hummed through me and I almost pointed out that Human sex was clearly the best. I decide to save my observation for later. He released my hands. I didn’t realize how tightly my wrists had been bound, until I looked down and saw they were a lovely shade of purple. I took a second to shake them out and get the blood flowing again.

“I want you on your hands and knees, now! Don’t make me regret untying you.” I obeyed quickly, positioning myself just the way he wanted me. “I have to admit you are a pleasant surprise Kitty Cat. I didn’t think that you would go with this so easily.” I love the sound of lust in a man’s voice. It makes me need to feel them inside of me more.

“
Yeah me neither Jace,” I thought to myself, while his fingers toyed with my inner thighs, taunting and teasing. I didn’t answer back, deciding that it would probably be safer for me to just moan.

“You like this don’t you?” His fingers started to explore deeper and deeper. Before I could stop myself, I was moving in rhythm with
his hand.

“Please stop teasing me Jace I need you.” Wow, did those words really come out of my mouth? Because they sounded so pleading!

That was all it took. Instead of responding with words he pushed into me. His fingers dug into my hips, deeper and deeper. The more  passionately  he thrust into me, the more  I knew there were going to be bruises, and that thought made me open for him even more. If I could just concentrate on the roughness of his fingers rousing my hips, I could get lost again in pleasure again.

As soon as I got comfortable with his thrusting and strong grip, my body began to relax. The concrete was scrapping my knees, scratching my hands and I loved it. For the first time in my life I felt like I belonged. It wasn’t with Darien, and it wasn’t with Akia, it was with this complete stranger.  What was wrong with me? I was enjoying this too much. Even worse, what
was wrong with me that I wasn’t feeling guilty about enjoying this? Akia thought I was dead, Darien was probably worried sick, and here I was having the best sex of my life.  I don’t know if Jace felt the hesitation in my body or how he could he could have sensed my distraction again, but he did.

“I am not going to tell you again to give me your full attention.” One of his hands left my hips and wrapped in my hair, pulling my head back so far that I was positive that he was going to snap my neck. “I want to know that you are thinking about me and only me when I fill you.”

My body convulsed at his words and I was pleasured again, and if not for him holding my hair, I would have collapsed underneath him. He started to pick up his speed and I knew in a minute he would be in the same situation that I was, so I used every last ounce of energy that I had to push back against him hard, letting him know that he was the only thing in the world to me now. One good yank and my hands were off the floor. The hand that just before had been thrilling my hips was now on my breasts, kneading, pulling and twisting. His tongue was in my mouth and as he finished, he screamed my name and then we fell forward, the dirty cold concrete floor greeted us roughly, and we collapsed in a sweaty mess together.

Did that just happen? I was afraid to move. I didn’t know what to expect when I looked up at him. Was it going to be the Jace that I thought I knew or was it going to be the one that just completely spent my body? When I finally got the courage, I slowly raised my eyes. The look on his face was one of pure horror. Shit, I hadn’t expected that. I thought I was either going to get cocky or sweet. I didn’t expect ashamed and frightened. Shit!

“What is the matter” My voice was steadier than my world right then.

“Cat, I am so sorry. I don’t know what happened. I didn’t mean for it to happen like that.” Well there was another red flag. He didn’t mean for it to happen. That meant that he really had lost control.

“I am fine Jace, in fact that was amazing.” There, I achieved the lightness in my voice I was going for. He looked at me puzzled.

“You liked that Cat?” The disbelief in his tone made me feel like I should apologize for liking. I wasn’t going to let him hear
an apology and I wasn’t going to let him pretend that he hadn’t enjoyed what we had done either. When I was sure that my legs would hold me, I stood up. He looked like he was going to shrivel up and disappear into the darkest dirtiest corner of the cell. I did the only thing that I could think of. I bent down and kissed him softly and gently. He was being so tender with me, he reminded me way too much of Darien in that moment. And that was not good, that wasn’t what I wanted. I hardened the kiss just a bit and after a few seconds of trying not to get into it, he responded back matching my roughness. I broke the kiss and we were both panting.

“Yes,” I said. I loved every minute of it, and in a perfect world we would do it just like that over and over for a long time to come.” He smiled and it was the Sweet Guy smile. I knew everything was OK.

“Thank you Cat. I really thought I was going to die without feeling passion.” His voice was sincere again and the need and lust were gone.

“Oh believe me, I should be thanking you,” I said winking at him. “So that is what that was huh, passion? Yeah I think I could get used to that.” But these were just words; I knew there would never be a chance to do it again, yet I also knew that in a different world, if the chance came up again, I would do it in a heartbeat. I
had needed to convey that to him, so that he would know all was OK.

There were no words left to be spoken between us. We gathered up our clothes and we got dressed. My body was going to be so sore tomorrow and I relished the thought because I knew it would remind me of what we had done. I feel asleep in his arms, feeling like a whole person for the first time in my life. I loved Akia and I loved Darien and they loved me, those were things that I knew for sure. Jace, however, was the man that loved me for me, not something or someone that I was never going to be. When my eyes closed for my final night’s sleep, I knew that I was in the arms of a man I could
spend the rest of my life with, if the world was the world that our parents once knew. I drifted off into a dreamless sleep. It was the best night’s sleep I had ever had.

“Seriously? The last night of your life and you slept? Both of you? What in the hell is wrong with you two?” I was so sick of waking up to that man’s voice.

“I don’t know about you Drake, but I had the best sex of my life last night.” Jace had beaten me to it this time. I felt the color rush to my cheeks instantly, remembering what had happened the night before. Drake laughed out loud.

“Yeah I am sure she wouldn’t say the same thing if I asked her.” I sat up not even looking at Drake.

Instead, I willed Jace to do what he already knew he needed to do. He reached into my hair and yanked my mouth to his kissing me hard. When the kiss broke, Drake was less than amused and I was breathless.

“I am going to have to say he is the best FUCK I have had, present company included of course.” In all seriousness I meant it, so I wasn’t lying. I loved watching Drake get angry. It was an adrenaline rush to know that I
had that effect on him, that I could make him so furious, that he could lose all rational thought.

“I hope that I get a chance to watch Akia rip your throat out, and after, when he is mourning you, I am going to tell him exactly what you just said about this pathetic excuse for a man.” He pointed at Jace. “Get ready we are leaving now.” And once again he
turned and left.

I wasn’t sure how to get ready to die. I stood up with the help of Jace and my prediction had been right, my body was awfully sore. It was the kind of sore that triggered reactions low in my body every time I moved. Jace’s hand was still in mine and he didn’t seem to be planning to let go.

“Cat, I just want you to know that I’m honored for getting the chance to know you. My life feels complete now and I know that when it ends and is over, there will be no what if’s in my mind. Thank you for giving me that gift.”  There was so much I wanted to say to him but I didn’t know where to start and so I never started. The opportunity to further connect with Jace slipped quickly away because regretfully my old habit of keeping silent remained in place, refusing to die without me dying first.

        “So this is it.
” I looked at Jace, the man that I had known less than a week, a human that I would trust with my life; someone like me that understood what it was like to fight a constant internal battle between good and evil. A man that had lived through tragedies worse than me but a man still able to wake up every morning and smile, when I could contest that there were days when I would have rather just stayed in bed.  My relationship with Jace was simple. There was no complicated history with him like there was with Darien. Jace knew way more about me then Akia ever would, and as guilty as I felt, as hard as it was to admit it, Jace knew more about me then Darien ever would too.

       What did that really say about me? Jace was the man that I had spent my last night on earth with. Much to my surprise, I had spent my final night giving myself to him completely. Never in a million years had I believed that I would find someone like him. However, just like almost every other relationship in my life, this short lived one was about to be destroyed too. 

   I was so scared I was shaking. Jace’s hand never left mine and that was comforting. His hand was warm and it provided me hope as stupid as that was. We were herded together with a bunch of other humans just as Drake had promised. Every detail that he had given us couldn’t have painted a truer picture. The despair and spreading fear radiating from the humans around was were exactly as he had predicted in the tale he had spun back in the cell. Jace’s voice pulled me out of the nightmare in front of me.

  
“Listen to me Catalina. I want you to run, do you understand me? If there is anywhere at all where we can find a place to hide, we might be able to wait them out. They might get their fill and get bored. Maybe they will forget all about us, drunk on power and blood lust and they will leave.” He sounded so certain that this was a possibility that I almost believed him.

My eyes never left his when I gave a small nod to let him know that I understood what he was saying. He was so pleased; he leaned down and kissed me tenderly at first and then more and more urgently as the seconds went past.

   “Mmmm, good girl, and I just want to let you know that when we get out of here, I am going to do things to you that will make what we did last night seem like foreplay.” His promise made me feel alive. His simple words stirred things in me that had no reason stirring at a time like this. It was the perfect thing for him to say. After all, a person with hope is more apt to try.

  
It was the screaming that brought me back to reality. None of this was a game, this was all very real. As hopeful as Jace had just made me feel, I needed to decide if I wanted to die in an innocent stupor, or if I could face the harsher reality that might keep me alive, or just as easily terrify me to death. No matter how much I wanted to die in a state of ignorant bliss, the horrific sights and sounds around me quickly ripped me from my imaginary safe place, until all that was left were screams and the warmth pulsating from Jace’s hand, a warmth that spread and traveled throughout my body.

  
A detailed memory, a stolen moment, a hopeful promise, none of these could compete with the hell that was occurring right in front of me now. No matter how much I fought to hold on to the images of Jace on top of me, they were soon gone and replaced with the live images I was seeing, things no one should ever have to see.

The scene was something that even Drake’s taunting hadn’t totally prepared me for. There were so many desperate people of so many different sizes and races, and they all shared one thing and that was the terror that was oozing out of every pore.

I swear that I could smell it and no matter how much I let myself feel their terror, I couldn’t deny I was getting a rush from it. I was Cat, the girl that wasn’t pure enough to be human or monster and a very new and dark part of me was emerging and suddenly I was riding their waves of fear and loving every second of it. I had to gain control of myself if I was ever going to escape this trap.

The sounds of so many people pressed into such a small space were making my ears ring. The sobs, the begging, and the prayers were so loud and jumbled together that they built to an ear shattering crescendo around me.  I had nothing to compare it to. I felt I might go deaf.

The sight of what was going on around me was worse than the sound.  The terror on the faces of the parents that were holding onto their children, looking at their little faces and knowing what was about to happen to them, was enough to make my blood run ice cold.  I took quick notice of how the different families were handling it. Some were trying to convince their children it was going to be OK, giving them false hope, the way parents sometimes do. I was amazed that no matter how scared and heartsick these parents had to feel, they still managed to smile and protect their children. Witnessing this gave me more hope for the human race and also, more sorrow.

      Other families stood close to each other, holding hands and begging their God to save
them and welcome them into his Kingdom. I wondered if their God could hear them. From the look of things, he was turning a deaf ear. It never ceased to amaze me just how strong and at the same time, how stupidly weak, a human’s faith could make them. Monsters come from another planet and they rage a war against the humans and that is OK with God? None of these believers ever questioned where this God they were praying to was when the Vampires came, none of them ever inquired why their God had ignored billions and billions of desperate prayers during the invasion.

       Where was this God when half the human race was taken? I felt so bad for the ones that believed that their loss was a punishment for doing wrong.  They were the ones that believed the invasion was a way to cleanse the world and give all people a sign to repent for their sins big and small. Some of the survivors had gone so far as to call
the invasion Judgment Day. They worked to convince the masses that the takeover was nothing more then what the Bible had predicted hundreds of years ago, what the Bible had tried to warn against in all the preceding years.

 
In their mind God had thankfully given us the time and the knowledge that we needed to save ourselves and most of us had ignored the opportunity. By this logic the people that were left on earth, the ones that were not granted the fast death that occurred that first night, must be the sinners that deserved the punishment meted out by the monsters. These sinners needed to fix the damage that they had done in their lives before they could go to heaven. But even if the sinners learned their lessons and fixed their souls, they would still be stuck living in this hell on earth.

 
To the people that believed and preached this way of thinking, I say, how can this be? It seemed the ones who had died the first night were the ones who were spared from the nightmare the world had become.  The Vampires had killed the prisoners first. Did that mean they were the ones that God loved and forgave?  The babies that were killed at the time of the invasion were spared, yet here I was, living proof that not every infant was spared. I refused to believe that anything that me or my brothers and sisters had done during those first days of life could have made us bad enough to make God abandon us to this hell. 

  
More than angering me, these thoughts scared me because if these believers were right, and I was still here, did that mean that I was lost to evil now? If there was any truth to this nonsense then how could it explain why these people were going to die so brutally? Did it mean their time was up and their stay in hell was over, while Jaden, Darien and I were the evil monsters left behind that would never find God’s peace?

  
If I was going to die here today, did that mean I’d learned my lesson? Did I now understand some secret of life now? Could I see the light? No. I was still blind as a bat and as pissed off as ever. In the end I decided I hated these people. I hated the believers for making me question myself.

I was
lost in thought and then a pleading wail to God suddenly snapped me back to the present. My mind was less cloudy after sorting through the conflicts in my head. In the end I chalked all of these arguments up to the idea that these fools needed to cling to something so desperately, that they were creating their own hysteria. This wasn’t the warrior’s way. Maybe it all came down to hope. Hope was the greatest gift that you could give a person and the believers thrived on hope, as twisted as their hopes were.  I could see these delusional humans weren’t my enemies and I could see they might never be my friends either, but right now none of it mattered. I shook my head and deeply breathed in the fear scented air. Now more than ever, I had to get my mind straight and focus on the task at hand or it would be the last task that would ever concern me.