Cursed (Cursed Superheroes #1)

I stop dead in my tracks.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you,” he says quickly, but keeps the gun aimed at me. “This is just a tranquilizer gun, and I’ll only use it if I absolutely have to. So, please don’t make me have to.”

I’m torn, one part of me wanting to rush at him and the other part of me wanting to hide. I feel like a monster. Scared. Confused. Overwhelmed.

Hungry.

I move forward and then back. Forward. Back.

“Get in here!” The stranger shouts at someone as I continue to dance with my good and bad side. “She needs to feed!”

Feed? Yes, I need to feed.

My head lifts up as I step forward, deciding I’m going to give into my bad side. But I screech to a halt at the sight of the tall, blond haired, pierced guy I danced with at the party, now standing in the doorway.

“C-Cameron?” I stammer. “What are you doing here?”

A lazy smirk pulls at his lips as he steps into the room. He’s dressed in all back and wearing a… cloak?

What the hell?

“I’m here to take care of you,” he says as he takes another step toward me.

I nervously step back. “Stay away from me.”

He continues to move forward. “I don’t think that’s really what you want.”

My jaw ticks, yet my mouth salivates to get closer to him. “The last time you came near me, I was dragged away a little bit later. And then… Well, I can’t remember. And then I woke up here with some guy telling me that I died, I’m cursed, and that this is some superhero facility.” I press the palm of my hand to my forehead as an off pitched laugh spills from my lips. “Oh my God, this is crazy. I’m going crazy.”

Cameron gives me a tolerant look as he stops in front of me. “You’re not crazy.”

“Yes, I am.”

“No, you’re not. And you’ll feel much better once you’ve been fed.”

“I’m not hungry.” Which is kind of the truth. I’m not hungry. For food, anyway.

His smirk returns. “Yes, you are.” He reaches for me, grabs my hand, and yanks me toward him.

The hunger inside me builds, an uncontrollable pressure starting in my chest and rising to my lips.

“How are you going to feed me?” I whisper, dizzy with desire as I clutch onto the front of his cloak. “You don’t have any food.”

“Food’s not what you want, sweetheart. And I think you know that.” He draws me closer until our bodies are flushed.

I slowly sway my head from side to side, my concentration fixated on his lips. “You don’t have anything I want.”

Instead of getting angry, a cocky grin spreads across his lips. “That’s not true at all.” Then he dips his lips toward my ear, his hot breath spilling across my skin. “Because I’m the Grim Reaper. And guess what, Remi? You have my blood inside you.” When I go rigid, he adds, “How do you think they saved you?”

Grim Reaper! What the hell is going on! Have I lost my damn mind! Am I dead and this is my own personal hell!

Tears flood my eyes. Or at least it seems like tears should be forming. But strangely, my eyes remain dry, a calmness pouring over my body.

“Now relax,” he whispers. “I’m going to feed you, let you rest, and then tomorrow you’ll start your training.”

“Training for what?” I can barely pay attention as I turn my face in toward his neck.

Feed…

Take…

Feed…

Take…

“To learn how to control your powers and turn your curse into something good.” His teeth graze my earlobe. “That is, if you want to. You could always just join me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you always have a choice.”

“Between what?”

“Being good and being bad. Personally, I like bad.”

I want to ask him if he’s so bad then why is he here at a superhero facility, helping me. But all questions and thoughts leave my mind as he moves his head in front of mine and seals our lips. The instant our mouths connect, a desire rips through me and possesses every inch of my body.

I slip my tongue in his mouth and begin to kiss him. Or more like devour him. He kisses me back, pulling me closer until finally he grabs me by the legs and scoops me up in his arms. I hitch my legs around his waist and hold onto him while kissing him with everything I have in me. But it’s not just kissing. It’s connecting something. Settling the darkness stirring inside me. Giving in to a desire that’s been burning inside me for longer than I realized. The hunger begins to fade as new feelings consume me. Potent feelings that make me want to do awful things. Awful, wonderful, amazingly disturbing things.

Take souls.

Steal them.

Drink them.

Unsure what to do, I latch onto him tighter and kiss him fiercely. I haven’t kissed many guys, but he seems to enjoy what I’m doing, letting out a groan as he backs us up somewhere.