Steamy Scene with Jinn Kûru (who goes by Seth with humans) and Cassie (the master hunter who has imprisoned him)
The Real Question is: Who is really hunting who?
Cassie’s skills were no joke. She’d created an impenetrable barrier, something only the most efficient and experienced hunters could manage. Her ingenuity continued to impress him.
She’d stalked him from the first night, well aware of what he was. He’d rolled out the welcome mat, inviting her into his life, blinded by his attraction to her natural beauty and her ability to resist his advances. He should have been more wary, but it was too late now to berate his negligence.
Single women hunters were a rarity, most worked in teams. Not his girl. As a master hunter, she controlled up to ten, likely more, jinns; no genies from what he’d observed. That wasn’t surprising with their decreasing numbers. More genies had been bottle banished over the years and were considered easier prey.
There was no way she’d banish him. Not a chance. He expected her to return before sunrise for more sex. Like the maid back at the hotel, she wouldn’t be able to stay away.
Bored, he stretched out on his back, thrilled to discover she’d created the enclosure big enough for him to lie down. Entwining his fingers, he rested his head on his palms and stared into the blackness. Without his superior senses, it had taken awhile for his vision to adjust enough that he could see the sigils across the walls and ceiling, pulsating with magic, they glowed. He’d always wondered where the hunters had originated from and how they’d learned their trade. He’d heard the stories, of course, but no one seemed to know for certain.
With nothing better to do, he let his mind travel back to a time and place far removed from the hard ground he rested on.
“Father,” he prodded. “I don’t understand. Why do they hunt us?”
His father, never one to elaborate, kept this answer simple. “Because they hate us.”
“But why? I’ve never harmed a human. Their girls sure are sure pretty,’ he added as an afterthought.” He had his eyes on a certain girl at the market.
His dad roared, his laughter contagious, drawing glances and a few chuckles. “Indeed they are. When you start your own harem, you will have human females that tend to your needs. You have to be careful, though, son. They are not strong like genies and break easily. They will want your undivided attention, something you cannot give.”
“Where do you think the hunters come from, father?” He needed to know, more like he was desperate to understand. Talking about harems and being ‘tended to’ gave him a funny feeling.
His dad sighed and gazed skyward. “We have many stories and myths. No one knows for certain when mankind and our kind crossed paths. We are stronger and have magic they don’t, but they have found ways to control us. Human masters make wishes we have to obey, and sometimes those wishes hurt others.”
Kûru nodded. “And that one clan, the one we destroyed, they hurt humans on purpose, pretending to be evil gods.”
“They did. The humans are only doing what we do, protecting themselves from a perceived threat. Sometimes real, other times not.”
He heard Cassie’s footsteps before the loud clunk that preceded her entrance. His memory faded, and he closed his eyes, pretending to sleep. He was curious how she would react.
“I should have made the circle smaller,” she said to herself. “He looks too damn comfortable.” She prowled around her handiwork, her steps light. “Seth, wake up. I need to speak with you.”
Keeping his breathing slow and steady, he waited for her next move.
He didn’t have to wait long.
She stepped across the border, planting a foot on either side of his hips. He could feel her gaze on him. “Seth…” she let out a frustrated sigh.
He knew then he had her where he wanted. She was contemplating their earlier encounter. He could tell by the way her breath hitched and she shifted uneasily.
Lifting her foot, she started to leave.
Like a coiled snake, he struck, gripping her narrow ankle in his much larger hand. “Going somewhere, Tiger?”
She sputtered and lost her balance, swaying above him a second before she toppled over. He stopped her fall and pulled her on top of him. “Couldn’t sleep, huh?” He licked her earlobe.
“Don’t make me…”
“Make you what?” He rotated his hips, pressing his erection against her pelvis. “I was having such sweet dreams, before you interrupted. Now that you’re actually here, I intend to keep you.” This time he ran his teeth down her ear, drawing a gasp.
His tiger liked it rough.
Her verbal claws came out right on cue. “You are such an ass.”
“You already established that.” Palming her rounded rump with both hands, he squeezed and kneaded, thrusting his hips up, unable to stop his own shuddering growl. “Why don’t you take off your clothes and put that p_ _ _ _ over my face.” He hadn’t tasted his tigress yet and was hungry for her sweet juices.
“You’re my prisoner,” she said, sounding unsure. “I’m not letting you go.”
“Baby, I’m not asking you to let me go. I want to stick my tongue in your hot c _ _ _ till you scream my name. That’s all.”
“Oh,” she whimpered, her mouth now against his.
He took full advantage and plunged his tongue between her lips the way he intended to pierce her p _ _ _. She moaned and devoured his mouth with more fervor than he’d expected.
“What have you done to me?” she hissed before nibbling his throat. “I should be immune.”
“Less talk, more tongue,” he bit her bottom lip.
Heeding his no-talk suggestion, she stood and slipped her jeans to her ankles, stepping gingerly out and using her foot to push them aside. Reaching up, he grabbed her thighs, guiding her down over his face. “Stop,” he ordered when she was less than an inch above him. Grasping her hips, he held her firm. His tongue darted out, finding her swollen nub.
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