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I am a Catalyst. The Spark, the lore calls me. The problem with being a Spark was two-fold. Monsters were drawn to me. And I’d known so many of them that I found myself unable to be intrigued by any normal, human male. I was drawn to those dangerous breeds now, like a moth to flame, how much could I really resist their primal aggression? You’d think that with my time as a Spark, I’d have learned how to recognize each creature. But there were so many, I didn’t know where to begin. Every male creature lusted for me, especially the monsters. And I for them. The trick I faced was in trying not to attract every unholy thing I came across. And when I did, in identifying which just wanted to possess me and which might actually kill me. I was clearly failing. On both accounts.

Erotica / Fantasy
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“Tell me what they do to you?” Gray said into my ear.

I turned my head away, but his teeth caught my earlobe and kept me from moving further. Despite myself, his touching and nibbling was driving me crazy.

Something that made me all the more furious, because he knew it.

I tried to focus on something unattractive about Gray that I could latch onto. But the only glaring thing I could pinpoint was his complete and utter lack of character.

He’s evil.

Conscienceless and devious.

“Why do you want to hear that, Gray?” I said contemptuously. “Does it get you excited?”

“No.” He pulled back to give me a long study. “It infuriates me.”

“Then why would you want to know?” I retorted.

“I want to know if any of them touch you like I do?” His hand moved slowly to frame the side of my neck and curl around the front. His thumb resting on my pulse on the other side. Though he applied no pressure, I was nervous.

He has me.

“Your heart is racing.” He said huskily against my jawline. “That’s an admonition that they don’t.”

“No.” I said, shaking my head.

No one touched me like him.

No, I’d not answer that question.

No, to everything!

He walked his fingertips down from my neck through my cleavage and over my belly and lower. Sifting softly through the slight nest of hair protecting my sex before his fingers brushed my lower lips. Massaging them with alternating pressure before easing them apart to allow him further entrance.

My breaths became more ragged. I couldn’t seem to catch it.

“No to which, Baby Girl?” He growled against my cheek but I for the life of me I couldn’t remember what we were talking about.

“Stop calling me that.” I muttered weakly.

“No.” He shook his head. “Never.”

“Why do you always do this?” I said desperately. Awash with emotion.

Something I hated.


“Make-make me feel…Why can’t you-” My desperate voice cracked, and I gave up.

“Make you feel vulnerable?” He queried knowingly. His flat voice devoid of any hint of emotion. Though I knew he basked in mine.

“Why can’t you just get it over with like the rest?”

“Because I’m nothing like them.” He said darkly. His face written with disdain as he put an arm along the edge of the bin to lean into me as his other hand found my entrance. Slipping one long, slim finger deep into my channel.

I gasped and my eyelids fluttered at the pure pleasure of the gentle touch. The coaxing fingers working in and out of me to create slow building.

I hated it.

And I loved it.

Which made me hate him even more.

“And because I want you to suffer.” He murmured.

“I suffer enough.”

“Not like I do. I want you to yearn. Like I do.”

I didn’t want to hear it. I shook my head adamantly while he tormented me. Trying to get away from his torturous whispering against my skin. I lifted my hips trying to escape his nimble fingers. But he only took it as further invitation. Scooping his other fingers under my rear as he held me up. Switching his thumb for his finger to pinch his fingers more together. Adding a new pressure against my back walls. Making me writhe with both need and mounting pleasure.

“Ahhh.” I cried in pleasure.

His other hand joined under the water. Slipping another thumb in and putting the pressure of that palm along the front of me, low on my pelvis so my body was entirely cradled between his palms, while his thumbs had their way with my hole.

“That’s it.” He praised. “Harder. Give over to me, Woman.”

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