Who Am I?
JC was never going to figure it out, Nix decided morosely as she stared at his back. He fiddled with knobs on the soundboard in his home studio. They’d been shut up for hours. He was working out his frustration through music. She knew he wanted to find out who she was; she could see in his eyes he wanted to help her. The answer he sought eluded him since he didn’t know how or where to look. Men could be so dense!
She didn’t want to go another five hundred years looking Kallikrates; her soul was weary. She would have ended her loneliness long ago had it been possible. In thousands of years, she had come upon her soulmate only twice before. Neither time had been right.
The first had been a teenaged boy, Peter. He understood the dreams were Nix’s plea for release. He had been caught letting Nix guide him into the deed. She’s been shot and left for dead. Peter had been tried and convicted as witch. As she watched him burn at the stake, Nix felt Kallikrates' loss a second time. She had joined him in the inferno, hoping against hope she would perish with him. At the very least, she hadn’t deserted Peter.
The second time she encountered Kallikrates’ soul, it had returned in a female. The two had a loving relationship though Rhiannon had been unable to release Nix from the curse. It required a male appendage.
Occasionally, every several hundreds of years, Nix would be so driven by loneliness she sought others in her condition for succor. The gods had been petty enough they were not difficult to find. Be it feline, canine, equine – whatever was available.
How could she make JC see who she truly was?
Hey, beautiful.” JC stroked Nix after she jumped into his lap. He guessed she’d want dinner. They’re been locked in here for hours.
She merely rubbed herself against his chest, purring loudly.
“You’re an attention slut, you know that? I’d swear you’d rather get strokes than eat.”
She put a paw on each side of her face and gazed directly into his eyes.
Those eyes... Emerald green with such sadness in their depths. They reminded him of another pair of sorrowful green eyes. It just couldn’t be her… JC shook his head to break the spell. He needed to get out more if he believed his cat could be the woman of his dreams!...
Nix sensed his denial. Frustrated beyond measure, she hissed. Carefully retracting her claws as not to hurt him, she whacked his cheek irritably.
“Hey!”
With a feline harrumph, she jumped down and went to the door. She yowled and scratched at the door, demanding to be released from the room.
“Moody bitch,” JC grumbled as he rose from the chair. “All sweet one minute and shitty the next.” Opening the door he watched as she shot down the hall and up the stairs. “Go ahead and sulk!” he called after her. “I’m going out tonight!”
JC returned home in the early morning hours, buzzed and not as relaxed as he had hoped. Usually, drinking and dancing, working up a sweat, made him feel better. But that soft pleading question haunted his thoughts.
“Who am I?”
How was he supposed to know?
Why could he never remember her face? Black hair, green eyes and a sleek, lithe body... For a nano-second that afternoon he’d imagined her to be Nix... That was insane. Nix was a cat.
Passing through the kitchen, he noticed the plate of food and glass of wine he’d left out for Nix’s dinner had gone untouched. “Moody bitch,” he muttered his earlier assessment of his feline companion.
After climbing the stairs to his room, he found no Nix curled up on his pillow as per usual. Damn cat was acting like a jealous, mistreated spouse. Well, he wasn’t going to stop living his life to please a cat prone to jealous snits.
Undressing JC found he wasn’t quite as steady as he thought. In kicking off his jeans, he tumbled back on his back. Sprawled naked on the big bed, he laid motionless waiting for the room to stop rolling and spinning. By the time it had, he was asleep.
Nix strolled into JC’s bedroom and leaped to the bed. Idiot male! He’d passed out. Whew! He smelled like a brewery. With a pleased, haughty smile she thought of his favorite leather jacket. It was now mere strips and shreds of cowhide. He would be furious and bellow at her. With a hangover he would be the one to suffer the consequences of his temper. What a devious delight! He was well deserving of the agony for being so incredibly stupid and thick-skulled.
Tonight his dream lover would leave him wanting. Maybe he was far too satisfied to seek the answer. Perhaps if he had to work for it...
Her eyes weren’t sad tonight; they were full of emerald fire, as if he had wronged her somehow. When he reached out to hold her, she eluded him. “What’s wrong, beautiful?” he asked, genuinely confused.
She said nothing. Instead she nibbled at his earlobe, making him crazy with her tongue and warm breath.
“Fuck,” he moaned as her talented mouth moved lower. “When do I get to do this to you?” he demanded breathlessly.
“When you know who I am. You can make love to me until I beg for mercy.”
“No... No mercy for you. I’ll keep you in bed forever.”
“So you think.”
Her husky laughter made his groin tingle with desire. “I’m gonna lick at you for hours,” he warned her.
“Promises... Promises...” she taunted.
Grasping her arms, he gently but firmly slid her upward so they were eye to eye. “Let me give you a sample.”
“No...”
With a quick, forceful move, he dragged her up to sit on his chest, straddling him. “What in the hell are you fighting for? You know you want it.”
“You arrogant oaf—” She tried to get away.
Still he held securely until she was subdued. His hands moved along her ribcage to fondle her breasts, teasing and plucking her nipples into rosy-brown pebbles.
“JC...” she whimpered.
“You’re not the only one who can give pleasure.”
He was not supposed to be doing this. Damn, he needed to be aware of the decision he was making, fully conscious and sober in order release her from Aphrodite’s curse. Having his tongue was not enough; it required he have his manhood buried within her. She let out a sob of frustration.
Putting his hands on her hips, he urged her to rise to her knees above his head, making her vulnerable to his attack. At the first nuzzle, he held her unyieldingly as she tried to wiggle free. He continued to kiss her mound and slit softly, melting all her resistance. The moment she surrendered, he’d known. “That’s it, baby,” he crooned “Let me love you.”
Nix wanted to protest the things his wicked lips and tongue were going to her. The words stuck in her throat. It had been an eternity since she had been so well loved, since Kallikrates. He teased and tortured with his dancing tongue, flickering it over and around her sensitive bud until she could no longer bear it. Grasping at the headboard, she sought to escape him.
Stubborn female! JC jerked her back down to finish her off. Her helpless cries of rapture were the sweetest sounds he’d ever heard. Her love cream was the sweetest he’d ever tasted; he drank it all in.
Once she stopped quivering, Nix pulled away from the arms seeking to hold her.
“You enjoyed that,” JC accused, daring her to deny it. Contrary woman... What was her problem anyway? He’d only wanted to give back some of the pleasure she’d given him.
“It wasn’t yours to give,” she told him tearfully. “Not until you know who I am.”