Kitsune
an excerpt

Kitsune Chapter 2 excerpt

* Some language and adult content

I checked out of my hotle room and checked into a new one where I promptly started the bath and dumped a bottle of perfume into it. Then I climbed in and allowed myself to relax as my body soaked in its new scent.
Sometime later, after my skin had become all pruney and I smelled so much like Peach Moon Dream I couldn't even identify my own natural scent under it, I got out of the tub, grabbed the fluffy white towel, and dried off. I slipped into the new underwear, boxers and camisole I bought before heading out into the main room, where the cool night breeze rustled my damp hair. Whoever else was in the room with me had to be good.
I hadn't even heard him come in.
Instinctively, I reached for the silkwire bands, but I had removed them before taking my bath. Of course I wasn't defenseless; I was Scorpio. I listened to his slow, steady breathing and pinpointed his location before entering the darkened bedroom. I knew he was there, but he didn't have to know that.
His breath caught, and so did mine, as our eyes met and we got a good look at each other. For someone sneaking about in other people's rooms late at night, he was not what I expected. He sat at the end of the bed, wearing black cargo pants and a button up white dress shirt over a black t-shirt. The top two buttons were undone and the sleeves rolled up, but he still had to be hot. I was, and I was wearing shorts and a camisole. All in all he was a nice blend of causoid and mongloid features with piercing emerald green eyese and chin length black hair that was poofed out and slightly spiked in a very attractive way. I was quite certain it rose another degree or two in there.
Without taking his eyese off mine, he stood and strutted toawrds me. I couldn't believe it. Strutting?! But God, was it sexy. The way his body moved in those few steps called out to me and I wanted to jump him right then and there. It wouldn't take much either. I was hardly wearing anything and it wouldn't take much convincing to get his clothes off of him either.
What the hell was I thinking? I couldn't sleep with some man just because I thought he had a sexy strut. What was wrong with me?
But, God, did I want him.
Then his lips were on mine and I was kissing him more passionately than I had kissed anyone. Sumply because I wanted to. It didn't take long for his warm hands to work their way under my camisole, or for mine to unbutton his shirt and caress the soft fabric over his chest and belly. We fell on the bed with him on top, kissing my breasts through the thin material that covered them, and my hands grabbing onto his tight ass, trying to force him closer to me.
He looked up at me, passion darkening his green eyes. I nodded in response to his unspoken question. As he burried his face in my neck, all of this wild and masculine scent rushed towards me. I had smelled him somewhere before, I just couldn't remember where. And at the moment, I didn't care. Especially not when he tried moving my hand from his ass to his front.
I don't know what it was, or how it happened, but it was like everything inside me just froze. I couldn't move even if I wanted to, and right then, I wasn't sure I did. All I knew was that he had to get off me. And he had to get off me now.
I rolled to the left, throwing his body off mine, but that wasn't enough. I drew my knees up to my chest and kicked with all my strength.
That sexy man flew off the bed, and landed sprawled out on the carpeted floor.
I wanted to appologize, but words just didn't seem to fit. Really, how could saying, "I'm sorry," make up for what I just put the man through? Granted, I had no idea I would react that way. But still.
The man stared at me from the floor. "You're some crazy ass, fucked up chick, you know that?"
"At least I'm not as fucked up as you; sneaking into some girl's hotel room, and then getting pissed when she kicks you out of bed."
He got up and leaned that beautiful face of his in front of mine, with his scent suffusing my senses and said, "At least I didn't beg for something I didn't want."
I shoved him away. "I didn't beg." And who says I didn't want it? God, what was wrong with me?
He glared at me, and if I didn't know better, I would have sworn his eyes were black right then.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
He walked out into the main room, knowing I would follow him, where he pulled a chair away from the table and sat in it like he commanded the whole world around him. All I could do was stand there and watch him.
"Stop making yourself at home and get the hell out."
He looked up at the ceiling, like he had all the time in the world and could wait as long as he wanted before telling me, because he knew I would wait. I hated that he presumed to know so much about me.
And I hated it even more that I kind of liked it.
Without realizing it, I walked to him, his smile widening with each step. He stood, his face an inch from mine, then he leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Sasori only wants to control you."
Just as quickly as he had come into my hotel room, he was gone. I went to the open window and looked outside, but there were no traces of him in the darkened street.
I sat in the chair he had vacated and stared up at the intricate molding design on the ceiling. Whoever that man thought he was, trying to frighten me with talk of Sasori, well, I'd like to tell him it just wouldn't work.
Because Sasori died ten years ago.
When I killed him.