Dear Enemy, You're My Mate

Chapter 73 **

Finn

I'm alone inside the prison cell but glance up when Arvin pushes a crying Maya inside of the gates. Her hair is messy, and her eyes puffy and swollen as she sits down in her corner.

Arvin blows her a kiss. "You were spectacular tonight, Maya! So aggressive, passionate, and lovely that I didn't have a single boring moment with you!"

Maya glares at the man but doesn't speak. She hugs her knees and proceeds to disappear into her head. I never understood her fear of men before, but now I get it—Arvin is the reason behind her terror. In her eyes, the man must be a nightmare materialized.

"I will see you again tomorrow!"

Arvin leaves us alone, and I clench my fists, angry that I wasn't here to protect Maya. I've been spending my entire day with a horrifying, mummified June. I assumed she was dead, but it turns out the wicked vampire still lives, even if she is older than the street.

"Does Arvin visit you a lot?"

Maya doesn't react. She is shaking while staring at the wall, and pain slices through me when I realize she fears me. The entire room smells of anxiety, worry, and dread. Am I that scary? I'm big and clumsy, and yes—I eat humans, but I wouldn't hurt Maya.

I press myself further into the wall, hoping to appear smaller, but I doubt it makes a difference. When I killed those three men, I ruined whatever we had built between us.

Ugh, this situation is unfortunate. Maya is the only thing on my mind, and my body is itching to approach her, hold her. Shit, I'm so whipped by this woman, which is dumb, considering she is acting like I'm this disease she needs to stay clear of.

And that hurts because I have a clamor in my head chanting: Maya, Maya, she is the one!

Of course, I'm not about to admit my attraction to her anytime soon, or she would freak out and probably never look at me again. I'm a monster in her eyes. Meanwhile, I'm sitting here with half my brain fantasizing about her touching me.

I'm pathetic.

"Have you killed many people?"

Surprise hits me—I didn't expect Maya to talk to me.

"Yes." I don't see the point of lying. I want Maya to like me, but I can't pretend to be someone I'm not. "I eat your kind for dinner."

Maya laughs, although the sound is sad. "I'm having a hard time accepting that as normal, and I don't know if it's a good idea trusting someone who might wanna eat me."

I shrug. "You humans eat pigs, cows, and horses, while you keep a selected few as your pets—you're my friend, so you're off-limits, although I wouldn't mind eating you out."

Maya stares at me like I'm crazy, and I wink at her, chuckling when her entire face goes red. "Sex is the last thing on my mind."

My lips twitch. "Why does that sound like a denial? And besides, sex with me is different."

Maya glances up and searches my face for answers. "How?"

"How?" I speak in a severe tone, smiling, although my intentions aren't anything but dirty. "For starters, I wouldn't rape you—I would make love and let you steer the pace."

A soundless gasp leaves her lips as if she imagines us fucking, and the scent of her arousal makes me lick my lips. I can almost taste her on my tongue, which is downright torture. I want her.

Maya swats her eyes in another direction and leaves me lusting after her lips while her head is turned the other way. I want to grab her ass and press her back up against the wall, but I remind myself that we don't have that kind of relationship—if I acted upon my sexual instincts, the woman would be a mere memory.

"Are fairies sexual creatures?"

I laugh out loud because we are. We mate for life and share our lifespan with our partner through completing the mating ritual. Some fairies never meet their destined one and mate with someone they fall in love with, which I intend to do in the future, but not with a human. Hell no, humans are too fragile and-...

I gawk when Maya scoots closer. Her eyes are insecure, filled with concern, and yet she forces herself to lean against my arm. The warmth from her cheek is addicting, and I have to use every ounce of willpower not to scoop her up into my arms.

"You don't need to answer that question," Maya smiles softly, oblivious to the magic going on in my boxers. "The only thing that matters is that you don't have a black soul, and although I don't understand your kind, I would still like to keep being your friend. Is that okay?"

I nod, not because I have nothing to say, but I don't trust myself not to flirt with her again. I'm already sporting a hard-on, which is embarrassing—Maya has reduced me to a freaking teenager.

"Good."

Maya's eyes lower, and I smile like a fool when she notices my current situation. Her eyes turn into the size of saucers, and the scent of her arousal overwhelms me.

The floor dips beneath me, and I make a guttural sound before leaning in to kiss Maya. A surprised yelp gets choked by my lips, and then her mouth opens wider, granting me access.

Her hands find my thick neck. It's barely a touch, only the tip of her fingers—nothing much, and yet, it's everything for me: the minor contact burns, ripples outward along my skin with a roasting intensity, and my breath hitches.

I can't stand it any longer. I give in to temptation and snatch my petite seductress up from the ground with my lips still on hers. Tonight, I will show Maya what it's like to be fucked by a man.