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thinking about him like that but fantasizing was
okay, right? In her fantasies, he could be anything she wanted him to be.
    Her fingers slid between her wet lips and she stroked
slowly.
     
    Fuck. Navine’s arousal slammed into Fin’s nose, instantly
hardening his dick. He jumped off the bed immediately and stood outside her
door, debating on knocking, debating on barging in. In either scenario, he
expected the outcome to involve yelling and possibly punching, but he could
hope for the best, couldn’t he?
    He finally decided to take full advantage of the situation.
She might think him disgusting, a mutant, but her body had craved his in the
creek. He’d known the moment she went wet between those gorgeous legs.
    Deciding to go in bold, he stripped out of his clothes and
opened the door. Her eyes were squeezed shut, legs spread, one knee bent,
fingers sliding between her glistening pussy lips. His dick jerked at the
incredible sight. She was a fantasy female, he’d never witnessed such an
intriguing, rapturous sight. He yearned for her and couldn’t stop himself from
wrapping his fingers around his shaft, stroking slowly as he moved toward her. When
he sat on the bed beside her, her eyes flew open as she shrieked.
     
    “What the fuck are you doing? Get out!” Jesus, Caffin was a
fine specimen of male, cock standing thick and proud. She couldn’t tear her
gaze from the hand stroking it and her already burning desire, burned hotter. Why’d
he have to be a mutant?
    “Let me pleasure you, Navine. I’m not pressing the semen
issue. Just let me show you, I won’t taint you. I won’t do anything you don’t
want me to do.”
    “Get out,” she said and cringed at the soft, breathy, wanton
tone of her voice.
    “I assure you, I’m capable of pleasuring you,” he said. His
husky tone, full of desire, caused her clit to throb erratically. “Males are not my thing.”
    He reached a hand out as if to stroke her stomach. She
grabbed it, intending to break his fingers, but her throbbing clit had other
ideas. She hadn’t been touched by a male since the Incubus. She’d love to be
touched pleasurably, wipe the horrible, abusive acts from her mind. Mutant or
not, she’d only seen kindness in Caffin’s eyes and knew he wasn’t capable of
treating her as Debol had.
    She closed her eyes and moved his hand to her pussy, now
dripping wet. She needed to come so badly, it consumed her mind, controlled her
body at this moment. Why not use him? She hadn’t spontaneously combusted or
broken out in hives or grown horns after he’d kissed her in the creek. Surely,
his hand on her pussy for a few moments wouldn’t do any of those things either.
    She groaned as his fingers dipped into her wet entrance,
then stroked up and across her engorged clit, stoking the fire burning inside
her. Her body writhed at his skilled touch. He seemed in tune with her body,
knowing when to stroke harder, faster, slow down and build the pressure. Six
months without a kind, pleasing touch and every fiber of her being was eating
this up.
    Without thought, she grabbed his cock, gripping harder and stroking
faster as her pleasure increased. His surprised gasp and groan of approval sent
shivers down her spine, her nipples hardening as her body climbed the summit,
close to falling over the edge. The scent of his semen increased as he neared
climax, but it still didn’t tempt her, the addiction keeping her from wanting
any other males’ seed. But oddly, it didn’t exactly repulse her either.
    “Navine,” he said, sounding like he spoke through gritted
teeth. “If you want to change your mind…” He let the statement hang.
    She knew what he meant, could tell he’d find release in a
moment. But no, she wouldn’t change her mind. Allowing him to touch her was not
the same as accepting a part of him inside her.
    “Oh yeah,” she breathed as he thrust two fingers inside her,
then resumed stroking her clit faster. “That’s it. Don’t