Her scalp stung when she ripped herself away from Jack, and she knew why. It was something she’d had to do, a conscious choice. Losing a few hairs wasn’t so bad in the scheme of things. She had more space around which to move while she was free of his grasp to both remove the remainder of Kay’s clothing and to maneuver herself away from him if he try to grab her again. She wouldn’t have a bald spot, and she could just wear her hair up for a while regardless. Still, it did suck, and if she hadn’t been afraid of what he would do by way of binding her to a bottle, she probably would have exacted some form of revenge on him by now.
“Fuck you, Coward!” She growled at him when he claimed he’d bind her anyway. “You’re not a man of your word. You’re worthless.” He had essentially promised her that if she stopped pretending to be Kay, he wouldn’t bottle her. Even if he hadn’t said it exactly as a promise, his meaning had been clear.
Then he began to chant. As someone who spoke Arabic, she knew that his pronunciation wasn’t really perfect, even for how archaic many of the words he spoke were. However, proper pronunciation wasn’t always necessary while the intent always was. After he’d spoken only a few words, she lunged forward, thrusting her fist into his throat as hard as she could. Maya was deceptively strong – which was something that came from both working out and being able to shape her own musculature – and she knew she could haul some damage behind her attacks. She didn’t stop there. As soon as her fist impacted with his flesh, even as he grabbed for it, she lengthened her nails and clawed at him with her free hand.
The jinni only managed one good scratch acrossed his cheek, enough to draw blood, before her back hit the floor. The air was expelled from her lungs at the impact, and she lay gasping, still trying to fight him off with her claws and knees. Fuck, he was strong! He grasped her wrists and pinned them above her head before she could do much to stop him.
She wasn’t the only one gasping. Even while he positioned himself over her, she could hear him wheezing from the blow of her fist, but the rasping was steadily turning normal. Her eyes widened at that. The damage had been extensive enough that a normal person – hell, even a normal demi-god depending on their parents – would have still been unable to really talk that well for a while. Then again, those scratches she’d managed to swipe across his cheek were also disappearing.
Maya had stopped struggling as soon as she’d felt his cock press against her sex. While it was obvious now that this sort of person wasn’t one who would be able to acquire diseases, pregnancy was still an issue. With regeneration powers like that and with her family’s fertility rates, getting knocked up could be a real problem. Fuck! Her pride had kept her from using her mother’s source for birth control – one that was magically influenced and pretty much one hundred percent effective. Her birth control was still good, but it wasn’t that good.
She contemplated shrinking to get away from him, but he was on top of her, and his body could easily crush her under its weight with the size to which she’d have to go down to escape him. “Get. Off. Of. Me.” Her voice had become venom, and she was very still while she said it. However, as soon as that last word had been uttered, she began to fight him again. Her head jerked up to smash into his face, and she bucked under him in an attempt to work up enough momentum to at least roll him onto his side.