Evocation

Chapter 4~ Lightning

*This chapter has extremely graphic explicit content. The next chapter will be a cleaner version. You do not need to read them both.*

Fenix exits the bathroom with a large towel wrapped around his middle.

"Ready to go?" Deagan asks him. He had gathered his clothes to take back to their quarters.

Fenix looks between us both, hesitant. Something is clearly on his mind. He takes a few steps towards the door, then stops and turns back to me. He doesn't say anything, just looks into my eyes with thoughts clearly brewing. Deagan and I stay silent as well, as if waiting for something to happen.

There's a weight in the air that all of us clearly feel, but none of us know how to place. Another shoe is about to drop. We can feel it crackling through the air like oncoming lightning, but none of us know what is about to strike.

"If you want," I tell him, my voice barely above a whisper, "you can stay here tonight."

Fenix's eyebrows drop and his lips go thin. My stomach flips.

"It's not an order. You can refuse." I add.

"You're offering your place to sleep?" Fenix says, sounding bitter.

I nod and swallow hard. "There's only a few hours until sunrise, but yes, I am."

"And I'm free to accept or decline?" He continues. "With no repercussions?"

I nod again, feeling strung tight and confused. Fenix's eyes flick to Deagan over my shoulder, then back to mine. He takes a step forward and his lips crash hard against mine. At first it feels like he's trying to kiss me but it quickly changes to biting and sucking, as if he is trying to pull my lips off my face.

I moan in pain and push him away from me, touching my lip, feeling for blood. "What that fuck was that for?" I say, feeling anger pound through my veins.

"You fucking deserve it," Fenix seethes. His words are malicious and nasty, like a response one would give after stabbing me, not kissing me. But his intention behind those words are different. They're passionate and intense. Do I deserve this? No, he's telling me I've earned this today.

I kiss him back, wrapping my fingers under his jaw and pulling his face towards mine. If he wants me to fucking suffer, he is going to stay here and do it himself.

Fenix doesn't draw back. He pushes me forward towards the bed and continues to push and pull and lick and caress my mouth in a way that it has never been touched.

The back of my knees hit the bed and I fall back, landing hard onto the stiff mattress. Fenix stares at me from above for a moment. He doesn't say anything but we both feel it: he's in charge for once.

He looks to Deagan and holds out a hand. Fuck, I almost forgot he was here. Deagan takes a step towards him. Fenix swiftly grabs Deagan's arm and pulls him close, kissing him hard.

My eyes go wide in shock and I attempt to move out of the way, suddenly feeling like an intruder, but Fenix's legs are against mine and I lay pinned to the spot, unsure how to respond or react.

I watch Fenix and Daegan's arms wrap around each other as their tongues rub against one another. This kiss is much more delicate than the one I received.

After a moment, Fenix turns back to me and slowly lowers himself over my body before claiming my mouth again. His lips taste like old rum and Daegan's musk. He pushes me up the bed, his mouth never leaving mine.

Internally, I panic. I'm not supposed to do this with my crew. But perhaps that's why I continue to kiss Fenix back. He's leaving my ship. I'm no longer his captain. There are no strings attached and no inhibitions holding me back. I'm in some sexual stand-off and it's dangerous and invigorating. Deagan on the other hand is still my crewmate. I can't let him get close. I can't let him join us.