Supernatural Inmate (Supernatural Captivity #1) - Avery Song Page 0,54

making it seem like I'm your job."

"That's exactly what you are," he noted and moved to the door of the cell. "Your cellmate is here. I'm going back to sleep."

"Wait," I called out, hoping he'd spare me even one more minute.

When he stopped, I quickly asked, "So you're not avoiding me, right? I'm not...um...a burden?"

"No." He unlocked the lock of my cell. "You're not a burden. Just a naive human-whatever with perky boobs."

"Hey!" I exclaimed, but he was out, leaving a small space for whoever was supposed to come in. "Give you a minute to wear something."

"Not needed when it's a girl," I mumbled. "We're going to be cellmates. She'll see me naked whether I like it or not at some point."

"Your loss," he commented. "Don't make so much noise once I'm gone. The barriers that deal with the sound are getting modified."

Then he was gone. I sighed and lay back down to stare at the ceiling.

Fuck him! Ugh, not like fuck-fuck. Jeez, now he's gotten me swearing like some trucker! Damn, stupid, hot, fucker of fucking! Why can't we just fuck? I must be horny. Imprisonment has left me unsatisfied for a month. No, more than that seeing as I didn't think of masturbating before getting kidnapped. Like that's my fucking choice! This is so painful to admit. I sound like a sex addict when I barely have an existing sex life. Can't even tell the guys I like them. What misery have I brought upon myself?

"Did you stop functioning while enjoying the prison life, Cass?"

I blinked at the sudden pair of bright blue eyes and the long bundles of blonde hair that draped the woman's slender face.

My cheeks grew hot as I stared up at the most beautiful woman I'd seen in a while. It wasn't like Alisha and Ivy weren't gorgeous, but this woman looked like royalty from those mega movies.

Either she was fae or she had the most perfect skin regimen in the universe. She had plump bubble-gum-pink lips, with a bit of glossy moisture that made her mouth even more inviting. Her big blue eyes were full of life, and even her blonde curls were perfect.

There was no way this woman could be a prisoner, and if so, heavens help her because a week here would ruin her perfection.

"Your poor flower is going to rot here." My honesty would be the death of me one day, but the woman grinned, her eyes softening in admiration.

"You're still half-asleep, huh?"

The ability to answer the question was taken from me, her lips lowering until they softly pressed against mine. My eyes widened, confusion flooding them as my mind went momentarily blank.

What?

She broke the kiss, a playful grin gracing her pure lips.

"We're away from you for only a month and you can't recognize me, Princess. That's a shame." Her soft voice left me even more confused, but her words were beginning to resonate.

"Wait."

She must have anticipated my random movement, because she moved out of the way before I sat up, avoiding what would have been a headbutt.

I pointed my right hand in accusation as I took in her entire body: her slender shape, thin waist, and slightly curved hips. She wore a vest that didn't do much to support her small breasts and the pants she wore were far too baggy.

"T-Tristan?"

"Tristana. You forgot the A at the end." He winked and gave me a good look. "And why are you sleeping nude in this dirty, infested prison? It ain't good for your skin, Cass. You know Dominick would stress about that."

I was staring at him like I was talking to a wild boar.

He...I mean she. Fuck! She can't be real!

"You can't be Tristan."

"Don't believe me?" She walked up to my bed, picked the sheet up completely, and shot up in the air. I was pinned down by her in a second, the strength in her grip reminding me of all the times I'd wrestled with Tristan and failed miserably.

The sheet fell on her, draping her figure and surrounding us with darkness, and in a few blinks, everything changed. Just like that, I was staring up into Tristan's compassionate eyes.

"I've always wondered what it would be like to have you naked between the sheets, Princess." His low voice was full of seduction, and he leaned closer and took a deep inhale.

"Fuck, I've missed you. Every fucking bit of you."

I got teary-eyed at his words, overwhelmed with emotion that he wasn't a dream. I reached up with a shaky hand, caressing