Right now, all his attention was on Lian, not the shadowed spot in a quiet corner of the garage in which they found themselves.
Buck turned off the engine and in the ensuing silence turned in his seat to look at her. A pulse was throbbing madly in her neck above the collar of her black shirt and he could have sworn she was sweating.
“Lian.” He reached out and covered her hands with one of his, managing not to jump when he felt the fiery heat of her skin against his chilled flesh.
She shuddered and straightened, finally turning her head to stare at him. Her eyes were darker than night, her skin luminous in the shadows. He couldn’t keep his gaze from falling to her lips, richly succulent and sheened with moisture. At that moment the only thing in the world he wanted was to taste those lips.
And with that thought came a rush of desire that nearly blew his ears off. Hard as nails, his cock thrust viciously against the fly of his jeans, his balls painful and taut, his breath coming more quickly as his pulse throbbed low in his groin.
“What are you, Lian?” He groaned the words hoarsely, trying to stop his hands from reaching for her.
“Oh God.” She gasped, her fingers quickly finding and unlatching her seat belt. “Don’t let me do this, Buck.”
“Do what?” He unlatched his own belt then punched the lever to move his seat backward and extended his arms to her. He scarcely knew what he was doing. He was drowning in her, falling into her eyes, soaking up the heat radiating from her body and needing her lips against his in the worst way.
Then she was on him.
Whimpering and making little noises in the back of her throat, Lian fell into his arms and onto his lap, straddling him eagerly. “No, no…” Her hands tugged at his shirt as she freed it from his belt and hungrily ran her palms over the bare skin beneath.
“You’re right. We shouldn’t…” His fingers undid her buttons in no time flat and her bra was on the floor of the truck before he realized what he was doing.
By then it was too late for either of them.
Her pussy ground into his cock, a thrusting wiggle that made Buck want to cry out. He would have done so, but his mouth was full of her lips, her tongue—her unique flavor that seduced him every bit as much as her naked breasts rubbing against his chest.
Awkwardly he tore off his shirt, needing the touch of flesh to flesh unimpaired by clothing. She ripped open his belt and his fly, tearing down the zipper and diving beneath to find his cock with her hot hands even as her tongue darted inside his mouth.
She was all over him, around him, almost inside him, driving him insane with each and every sliding brush of her body against his. Her panties didn’t hold up against Buck’s quick rough tug and then—and then there was the blindingly magnificent sensation of hot wet pussy lips abrading his rigid length.
They were almost savages, he realized. Driven to take each other, to fuck each other, spurred on by a brutally violent scene that had released both their inner lusts.
“Don’t let me, Buck—don’t let me hurt you—”
“I won’t. Just fuck me, dammit…” He struggled to get his cock into her cunt as she slithered on him, fingers digging into his muscles, thighs clamping his tightly.
She arched then, tearing her mouth from his, her back bowing almost violently as she thrust her breasts to his lips. “Suck them. Bite me, oh fucking Christ…”
She trembled as he obeyed, sucking fiercely on the succulent furled buds, squeezing her breasts together roughly so his tongue could reach each nipple and devour it in turn with the least amount of time wasted in between.
Her pussy leaked hot honey over his cock, a fire that burned with a harsh sweetness, drowning him even more in the sensation of this luscious woman and her passionate need for him.
He pulled back, hands on her buttocks, trying to move her into position and glancing at her face as she straightened and put her hands on his shoulders.
“My God…”
He stilled. Her eyes were black, totally black, all the whites obscured by those ebony pupils. Her hair flew around her head like an aura and her lips were red from his savage kisses. Her fingernails dug into his skin, lacerating it and making him wince.
“Buck…” She whispered his name, a word he heard in his mind rather than his ears. “Not like this. Fuck me, please fuck me. But open your senses while you do it.” Her urgent plea resounded deep in his head. “Please…”
Helpless against the overwhelming and crushing need to be inside her, he obeyed and released the latch on that inner door to his cognitive senses just as her pussy enveloped his cock with a boiling embrace.
He cried out, sounds that made no sense, lost in the tiny space where they mated, male to female, spirit to spirit.
No longer was she some ravenous sexually desperate creature, nor was he a violently aroused male penetrating a female.
They were joined together, fucking, in the front seat of his truck.
But they were also joined together somewhere—somewhen else—another reality created by desire and designed just for the two of them. A part of Buck’s mind soared with Lian above their writhing bodies, which even now were hammering against each other.
While their flesh pounded, their souls mingled, blending, separating, then blending again, a mating that answered a far greater need than a simple fuck could ever fulfill.
She was part of him, spirit within his spirit, just as he was part of her. He could feel her pussy on his cock and all the incredible sensations that went along with it. But he could also feel himself inside her, the little trembling shudders of her cunt and the electrically erotic excitement of her growing orgasm.
He was both of them, as was she. They were fucking as mortals and also as AGs, beings for whom the confines of the flesh meant little and the melding of the spirit meant everything.
She was light and warmth and passion—he was desire and strength and need. They were yin and yang, male and female, mating in a way that Buck could not begin to describe in words.
She shone around him and inside him and he felt his own glimmer of heat reflect within her. As they approached the moment of climax, both body and spirit tensed, a second of eternity when nothing could separate or part them.
Then Buck’s cock exploded, Lian’s cunt shattered around it and their spirits soared freely into a place where there was nothing but the sensation of utmost pleasure. How long he trembled there, lost in a dual state of bliss, Buck had no clue whatsoever.
It could have been seconds or eons.
But all too soon his brain told him it was over. He was holding a trembling woman in his arms as she lay panting against his chest, her pussy still clasping his softening cock as she rode out the last tremors of her orgasm.
They were still in his truck. In the lower level of the precinct parking garage no less.
And he’d just had the fuck of a lifetime with something out of this world.
Well, shit.
———
“Oh dear.” Lian stirred against Buck’s hard chest, unwilling to move a muscle but knowing she’d soon have to.
“Sssh.” His hand lifted to her head, holding her against him. “Rest for a minute or two. I don’t know about you, but I can’t move right now.”
“Okay.” She sank back gratefully, welcoming his warmth and the caress of his fingers in her hair.
“We have to talk, Lian.”
She stifled a chuckle. “Isn’t that supposed to be my line?”
He tugged on a wayward bit of blonde silk. “Smartass.” Then he sighed. “Tell me, honey. What are you? What just happened here?”
“I don’t know where to start.”
“The truth, I guess.” He sounded contemplative. “I’ve seen most everything, Lian. I doubt you can shock me. You’re a powerful AG, aren’t you? I just don’t know what kind.”
“Honestly?” She shrugged. “Neither do I. I’m what they call unclassifiable.”
“Really?” She could hear the surprise i
n his voice.
“Yes. I have bits and pieces of skills. Some cognitive abilities, which are heightened by—er—sexual environments.”
“No shit, honey.” Buck’s chest rose and fell as he chuckled at that understatement.
Lian knew she had to level with him—there was no other way. “I’m mostly a demon, Buck.”
He stilled beneath her. “A demon? What kind of demon?”
This was what she hated most. Revealing what she considered her weakness, her flaw. Announcing that she was some kind of mutant freak. Mentally preparing herself for his withdrawal, she kept her voice level. “I’m a succubus.”
There. It was out. And for a few moments there was utter silence in the small confines of the truck.
“No kidding.” He paused. “Wow.” He paused again. “You mean you can’t get enough sex? You’ll be on me demanding I fuck you every other half hour or so? You’ll fuck me until I’m too weak to stand? Drain all my masculine essence until my balls are prunes and I can’t get a hard-on to save my life?”
“Something like that, yes.”
There was another long silence.
Then— “Coooool. When do we start?”
Lian felt tears sting her eyes even as laughter bubbled in her throat. “God, Buck, you’re—you’re incorrigible.”
“Thank you. I think so too.”
“Don’t you understand what I’m saying?” She pushed away from him to stare into his eyes. “I’m a demon. A horrible creature. I can suck men dry.”
He grinned. “Prove it.”
She rolled her eyes. “I have to move. My thigh’s cramping.”
He sighed dramatically. “See? There it is. You have your way with me then poof. Gone. I’m cast aside like yesterday’s newspaper. Some succubus.”
“Oh good grief.”
Awkwardly they disentangled themselves, cursing and groaning as limbs parted, skin peeled from skin and naked bodies shivered.
“Damn, woman.” Buck moaned a little as he lifted his hips and pulled his pants back up. “You really fucked me but good.”
“You’re no slouch yourself.” She fidgeted with her own pants. “Where’s my bra?”
“Down there, I think.” He pointed to the floor somewhere beneath the glove compartment.
“I’m not sure you understand what I’m telling you, Buck.” Somberly she refastened her clothing. “A succubus is a demon. An insatiable devouring sexual entity. I’ve lived with this knowledge pretty much since puberty.”
He studied her, his blue eyes steady. “That must have been one helluva thing to manage for an attractive young woman.”
She nodded. “It was. I couldn’t trust myself to get into a relationship. When I did, it was pretty awful. The guys thought sex with me was going to be this incredible experience, but they didn’t understand what I was or would become when I got—aroused.” She shook her head. “I developed my cognitive skills so that I could sort of erase the worst of those memories.”
“Hmm.” He thought about that. “So I wasn’t imagining you inside my head a while back.”
She felt the color rise into her cheeks. “Well, no. I’m not above using that skill if there’s something I really need to know.” She grimaced apologetically.
“Wicked woman.” He grinned. “So you’re a devouringly passionate, sex-crazed succubus. Are you going to wipe my memories too?”
“Should I? Do you want me to?”
“Hell no. Are you nuts?” Buck stretched his spine and settled more comfortably into his seat.
Lian swallowed. “The fact that you opened your mind to me, let me inside you while we were—er—”
“Fucking?”
“Yes.” She blushed. “That makes it different. Plus you are who you are, a man at ease with his nature. I haven’t ever done this quite like we just did. Nobody has ever released himself so freely—”
She broke off, unsure of how to explain herself.
“So the fact that we did some weird mind meld thing while our bodies were doing what comes naturally—that makes it different?”
“Hell yeah.” She grinned at him, unable to stop the smile on her face. “Oh hell yeah.”
“Come here.”
Buck leaned toward her and she willingly moved closer. He was going to kiss her, she knew. Really kiss her, knowing what she was, what lurked inside her muddled brain. He wanted to kiss her in spite of it.
And she wanted that kiss with every molecule of her soul.
He was gentle, warm, touching her mouth at first then licking at the seam and urging her lips apart. His tongue slipped inside as she welcomed his intrusion, sucking on it, teasing it with her own then sliding past it to learn his contours, the hardness of his teeth, the softness of the skin around them.
Warmth blossomed between them, the warmth of lovers sated and the promise of passion to follow. Buck held her face cupped in one hand, not doing anything more than kissing her.
She lost herself in that moment, overwhelmed by the tenderness, the delightful knowledge that this might well be the first real kiss she’d ever experienced. The dark confines of the truck disappeared, leaving only Buck and his mouth. Her body still thrummed with the remembered pleasure of an orgasm that had shaken her world. But her mind and her heart relished the simple joy of a man’s mouth on hers, a man’s hand cradling her cheek and a man’s warmth enveloping her.
Finally they parted on a sigh.
“Mmm. Nice.” He whispered the words as he stroked her cheek then let her go. “I can’t let this stop here, Lian. I won’t.”
She gazed at him. “I don’t want it to either. But it’s complicated, Buck.”
“I know.” He seemed to pull himself together, shaking off the sensual tenderness and becoming once again the cop on the case. “First things first.” Reaching for the keys, he withdrew them from the ignition and nodded at her door. “If you’re ready, let’s go inside and deal with the case. For now we work. Later, we…” His lips turned up wickedly at the corners. “Later, we’ll play with that demon of yours.”
Unused to such blunt honesty, Lian could only follow his orders. “Okay.”
They walked quietly across the empty garage to the elevators. She couldn’t think of anything to say that hadn’t already been said and sensed Buck’s thoughts turning back to the murders. She simply took comfort from his presence at her side.
It wasn’t until they reached the squad room and found the captain frowning over the latest crime scene photos that he finally spoke.
“Cap, Herrick here thinks she may have picked up on something.”
“What?” The captain’s head snapped up.
Lian lifted her chin. “We both sensed much the same sort of thing that Detective Shand felt at the earlier scene. The lust, the hunger to feed, the overwhelming sexual urges.”
“So?”
She didn’t mistake the captain’s curtness for anything other than what it was, a man desperate to do his job and stop such senseless butchery. “I have some limited cognitive abilities of my own. What I felt was a creature driven by lust. The killing? That may not have come from him.”
The captain frowned and motioned to chairs. “Sit. Explain.”
Lian wearily took a seat and ran a hand through her hair. “I’m not sure how to describe it. You’ve seen the photos. It was bad, as bad as it gets, I reckon.”
Buck nodded. “I’ve never seen worse, Cap.”
“You don’t have to tell me. In all my years, I’ve never seen worse either. Go on.”
She marshaled her thoughts. Neither man would appreciate a lengthy exposition. “It’s my opinion that this creature, whatever he—it—is, wants the sex. The urge to kill is coming from elsewhere, a direction to its mind, perhaps. An exploitation of its instincts. I don’t know. There’s a conflict I sensed, a confusion when the killing begins. Almost as if it’s being told what to do from that point on.”
The captain frowned. “How the hell is that possible?”
Buck s
hrugged. “Who knows? At this point, after seeing that slaughter, I’m ready to believe anything. To take a stab at any crazy notion if it gets us close to stopping these killings.”
“So we’ve got a creature that seems invisible and leaves no DNA or forensic evidence after having savage sex and then ripping girls to pieces. And now you’re telling me that the sex is one thing and the killing’s another?”
“Yes.” Lian stared at him. “As insane as it sounds, yes. I think this whatever it is is being controlled. Being forced to kill. The sexual urge is incredibly strong, and there’s violence mixed in to it, no question. But I doubt it would go as far as it has without a nudge from something or someone else.”
“Jesus H.” The captain stared at the photos again. “How the hell do we deal with this?”
Buck leaned forward. “We can’t do any more than we’re doing right now. We have to follow our procedures. The techs are still working this scene—perhaps they’ll find something, some minute particle that’ll put us ahead of where we are right now. Fisher’s talking to people. If anyone can get info out of the Bogs crew, he can. Maybe a girl saw something she didn’t think mattered. Sooner or later, Cap, this thing’s gonna make a mistake. When it does, we’ll be there.”
Lian nodded. “Shand’s right, Captain.” She moved a little on her chair, her head tilted closer to both men. “There is one more thing I’d like to pursue.”
“What’s that?”
“I have access to a private resource I haven’t yet tapped. But it has to remain absolutely and completely between us…”
Chapter Six
Buck slid an apprehensive glance at the two fierce-looking stone statues standing rigidly on either side of a carved door. “They bite?”
Lian chuckled as she lifted her hand to the massive metal latch. “Chinese Fu dogs. Male and female. They protect the building from evil spirits and wrongdoers. Originated in the Han dynasty, I think.”
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