Pet: Genesis *Published*

Chapter 6

Iris

It's a scenic view, what lies beyond Remus's bedroom. In the years I've been on this Earth, I've never seen anything like it. I don't know how long I've been standing here, but I can't tear my eyes away from the glass as I take in the large waterfall that crashes below. My gaze travels up to the edge of the crested hill, where the sun is slowly sinking behind the mountainside, casting an orange glow over the land.

The sun didn't look like this in the blight.

"Iris, move away from the glass."

I tense when the sound of Remus's voice carries across the room. I turn at the sound of his voice just in time to see him entering, moving away from the glass and to the edge of the bed with my eyes down. I hear his footsteps as he walks around me, not bothering to acknowledge me past his reprimand.

It took me two whole days to heal from his "soul-sucking." It was a terrifying and painful experience I never want to feel again. The situation itself adds to the growing list of questions about the Leviathan race. But it does reignite the fear I feel for him. I've seen him very little during my recovery time, which is okay with me. The last thing I want is for him to get any ideas around me, especially since he can make my body do what he wants just by touching me.

He chooses this moment to appear next to me, placing something on the bed.

"You can move," he says.

I release a relaxed breath, slowly raising my eyes. I'm not a fool. Remus seems to be a very powerful and calculating being. In the past weeks, he has laid out his expectations and given me corresponding punishment if they aren't properly adhered to. I know that he is preparing me for something. But for what? I have no idea.

I don't bother looking at him as I turn to see what he's placed behind me. I furrow my brow in confusion.

A dress?

The dress is white with jewels that look like diamonds encasing it. The sleeves are long and elegant, but the length of the dress looks like it would fall to my thighs.

Remus takes a seat next to the dress, looking up at me. His emotionless eyes roam over me, adding to my unease. I've never met such a strange being. He's like a sculpture. He never smiles, never speaks, and hardly moves. He's obviously inhuman. It's still unnerving and downright terrifying to be in a room alone with him, even if I am aware of his true nature.

He gently tugs my arm, pulling me onto his lap. I keep my eyes trained on his chest, but my heart rate is already giving me away just being near him. He uses his hand to guide my face to his. Staring into his eyes takes my breath away. The color is entrancing. I can barely bring myself to think straight.

His eyes drop to my lips, and I feel the cold splash of reality hit me. Fear comes at me in full effect as I recall his...feeding.

Remus senses my emotions. The corner of his mouth slightly upturns. I wouldn't notice it if I weren't so close to him. He leans into me, his lips lightly pressing against my shoulder. He places a soft kiss there before moving closer to the base of my throat. His lips latch onto my exposed flesh, and I release a soft gasp as intense coils of pleasure spark from that area. I feel the warmth of his tongue moving in a circle on the skin, eliciting more pleasure. Against my better judgment, I release a shuddering breath, arching my throat.

The hard press of Remus's erection straining against his pants presses against me as I squirm atop his lap. His hands roam over my body until he pulls me flush against him, a deep growl of approval emitting from his chest.

"Can you feel that?" he murmurs against my throat.

I don't know if he's referring to himself or my own arousal. I'm so lost in my growing need that I nearly jump out of my skin when a loud beep assaults my ears. Remus places a soft kiss against my shoulder, his laugh wafting over us.