Flames of Fury
Chapter 22

Incandis

I thought when Mags was missing that things had never been more out of my control, but that pales in comparison to the way things are playing out now.

My biggest regret and my darkest secret have come to light in the most devastating way, and that’s not even including what we did to Kat or the murderous glare her brothers shot me before Xander spoke up.

“Kat it’s not his fault, I couldn’t risk your brothers seeing you with Incandis. It would have unraveled everything.” Xander’s taking the fall for me again, falling on the proverbial sword to try to protect me.

Kat looks at me over her shoulder. “Why didn’t you stop him? You knew he was going to invade my mind, why would you let him do that to me Incandis?”

I don’t even have time to open my mouth to respond before Kat heads for the door and runs down the hall.

I do the only thing I can think of — I go after her. If she wants to hate me and leave me then it’ll be because I deserved it for what we did with her memories, not because I didn’t fight for her.

She’s fucking fast, she’s practically turning the corner at the end of the hall by the time I run out after her. It’s no use chasing her, I won’t be able to catch up. My mom probably put her in the same room she was in last time she was here so I just teleport there and wait for her to barge in.

A minute later Kat practically kicks down the door, angry tears stain her face and her eyes burn with rage like a wildfire when she catches sight of me in her room.

“Kat please, let me explain.” I implore her, my palms up in surrender.

Kat scoffs and walks in past me. “You know, in some sick way I can at least understand why my mom suggested having the twins’ memories erased, but what I can’t understand is why mine had to be wiped too.” Kat looks at me with glassy eyes, her pain is prominent and sharp and it pierces straight through me. “You didn’t need mine wiped to make this work, we could have been together all this time.” Her voice cracks at the end exposing the emotion she’s been suppressing. “You really don’t want me, do you?”

Her words pulverize my heart. “Kat, of course I want you —“

“Before we talked to Xander, before you left, that whole week you wouldn’t touch me. I literally threw myself at you and every time you had some excuse.”

“Kat, please —“

“What’s wrong with me, Incandis? Why are you trying so hard to avoid me? If you don’t want me then I’ll give you the words to break our bond but don’t keep stringing my heart along behind you.”

“Kat,” her name comes out as part laugh and part sigh, “you’re perfect. You’re funny, smart, gorgeous…but I’m — I’m only going to hurt you.”

“Please tell me you’re not honestly pulling a ‘it’s not you it’s me’ right now. Don’t be a fucking coward, the truth won’t break me.”

“The truth no. But I will.”

My words are resolute, she needs to understand this isn’t some game I’m playing, that people who get close to me only get hurt. My fucking sister is exhibit number one.

“What does that even mean? Incandis, be real with me. No bullshit. I deserve the truth.”

She’s right, she’s always right. She deserves better than I’ve been treating her, she deserves the truth. I take in the sight of her like inhaling a deep breath before taking the plunge, like she’s the last breath I’ll ever get. Because after I tell her the truth, she’ll discard me and let me sink to the bottom like a stone.

“The truth is I’m always fighting a losing battle, fighting to maintain control. And when I’m with you,” I wave my hand vaguely in the air, “that control goes up in smoke. And I have to fight even harder to get that control back.”

“Kat, no one gets close to me and walks away unscathed. I’ve hardly touched another girl let alone fucked anyone before, and it’s not for a lack of trying.” I sit down, running my hands through my hair. I can’t believe I’m telling her this shit.

“My first ever girlfriend, we were making out one day. She was straddling me and I had my hands on her hips. I needed more…friction, so I gripped her tighter with the intention of grinding into her. But instead of pleasing her, I was met with a blood curdling scream. I had broken her hip. Crushed it in my hand.”

I feel Kat move to sit in the chair across from me, but I don’t dare look at her. Some people think increased strength is a gift but it’s been nothing but a curse. My strength doesn’t discriminate between friend and foe, I always end up hurting the people I love.

“A few months after she healed, things were building up again. The need, the want. I thought if I kept her out of my grip that we could enjoy each other. I kept my palms flat, and slipped my fingers into her. Things were going well, I thought maybe it could work this time. But as she neared her release, begging me for more…harder, faster… she screamed, but not in pleasure. I had broken her pelvis.”

Kat lets out a sigh she had been holding on to. “Incandis…”

“There’s more. It took a few years before I plucked up the courage to try again. I had been working on my control and had gotten pretty good at it. I met this girl, and decided that I wouldn’t touch her at all, totally hands off. Again, things were going well, she got down on her knees and took me into her mouth and every minute of training, every single second I spent learning to harness control disappeared. I pushed her head down too hard and broke her jaw.”

I rub my hands over my face like I could wash myself of these memories, like I could cleanse myself of this curse.

“I refuse to hurt you, Kat. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone. It physically hurts me to imagine you in those scenarios where instead of giving you pleasure all you end up with is pain.”

There’s a long stretch of silence that grows patiently between us. When I finally manage the strength to look at Kat’s face, her lips are pressed together like a dam that’s holding in her laughter.

“I’m glad I fucking amuse you,” I’m incredulous.

Kat’s grin widens until she’s blinding me with her full megawatt smile. She climbs on top of me, straddling my legs, and drapes her arms around my neck.

She leans forward with the clear intention of kissing me but I turn my head away, denying myself the satisfaction of tasting her lips. I can’t lose control. Not with Kat.

She peppers kisses from the corner of my mouth, across my cheek, and along my jaw before she rests her mouth next to the shell of my ear.

“Incandis…you may be strong, but I’m unbreakable.”

She continues kissing my neck and slowly undoes the buttons on my dress shirt as she speaks to me, slowly and seductively.

“The moon Goddess doesn’t make mistakes, Incandis. We’re two halves of the same whole. I can’t be broken.”

I turn my head back finally to look at her, my brows knit together in confusion.

“It’s my gift. My bones don’t break. If you hit me, I’ll bruise. If you cut me, I’ll bleed. But the more pressure you put on my bones, the harder they become. Like a diamond.” She whispers the last part in my ear and fuck if it doesn’t go straight to my dick.

I almost try to pinch myself because surely I must be dreaming. She lifts my hands and positions them on her hips before grabbing onto my shoulders and rocking herself against the bulge in my pants.

“Kat, I don’t —“

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes, of course, but —“

“Then shut up and touch me.”

She slams her lips down onto mine, demanding that they open for her. Her silky, little tongue slips itself into my mouth and I quickly wrap mine around hers. Our tongues dance for dominance but it’s a fight neither of us truly care to win, the real prize is tasting her sweetness.

Involuntarily, my hands tighten on her hips, needing more, wanting more. She groans into my mouth making me freeze on the spot.

I pull back from our lip lock, “fuck, did I hurt you?”

“Goddess, no. Your grip just feels so good. Tighter, Incandis. Please.” She all but begs me.

I increase the pressure of my grip on her hips and grind her core against me, rutting against her like a hormonal fledgling.

She throws her head back and moans toward the ceiling. “Fuck, yes. Don’t hold back, Incandis. Lose yourself in me.”

Fuck, this is it. I have two choices. Doubt her, be cautious, and never be able to truly satisfy her. Or trust her, let go, and hope to the Gods I don’t have to explain a broken pelvis to her brothers.

She rolls her hips against me so hard I almost cum in my pants. Fuck it. I’m going with option two.

I slide my hands under the back of her legs and stand up, carrying her wrapped around me towards the bed.

“Not here.” She pants. “Take me to your room, your bed.”

I slam my lips back to hers and teleport us to my room so I’m standing at the edge of my bed.

I throw her down on her back and climb atop her, gripping her chin in one hand and propping myself up with the other. I don’t hold back. I pour everything into our kiss. One hundred apologies for every time I pushed her away, one hundred more for wiping her memories. We’re locked in an aggressive and bruising kiss but she doesn’t so much as whimper.

I’m the one who breaks the kiss, I need to taste the rest of her body, all of her. I easily rip her shirt down the middle exposing her perfect, little tits to me. They perk up at the chill in the air, hardening into tempting little gumdrops.

I circle my tongue around her nipple, sucking it into my mouth until she begs me for more. I slip my hand into her jeans and begin to slide my fingers along her already soaking slit. She moans incoherently beneath me as I slip a finger into her sweet heat.

“Fuck Kat, you’re so tight.” Her moan reverberates through me, stiffening my already painfully hard dick.

I kiss down her chest and flat belly, I undo the button of her jeans and slide them slowly down her hips. She scrambles to sit up and help me pull them down and off her legs before she undoes my pants while I pull my shirt over my head.

When her lips kiss my hips the burn is beyond exquisite. She grips my cock in her hands, pumping me slowly a few times before bringing her mouth down to my tip. Her tongue swirls around my head clumsily, it’s not practiced or rehearsed, it’s pure instinct.

I fist my fingers in her hair and push her gently down my length. She doesn’t need much more encouragement as she begins to bob up and down of her own accord.

If I let her continue much longer I’m sure to cum down her throat, and that’s not part of what I’ve got planned for her.