Red Light Specialists

by Mandy M. Roth

  Falling for a man was something she’d never done. As Waylon continued to grind himself against her, she did her best to keep her emotional shields up. They held, barely.

  Waylon brought his face up and although his eyes were still a pale blue, his mouth seemed to be back to normal. It was a good thing too, because he dropped his head down and seized hold of her lips. He forced his tongue into her mouth and she welcomed it.

  Gods, he tasted good.

  He ran his fingers down her inner arms and propped himself up in a semipush-up. “Tell me who hired you.”

  Trinity stared at him, unable to respond through her lust-filled haze. Waylon apparently took that as a sign of resistance because he ripped open her bra and took her nipple into his mouth. He bit down, just this side of too hard. Cream lined her panties. He looked up at her as he began to suck gently on it, soothing the ache he’d placed there, and she couldn’t stop herself from moaning. The minute he pulled his head from her, he took his warmth and left her nipple erect and aching.

  “Who hired you?” He moved down her body, covering it with tiny kisses and warm caresses. He nibbled on her flesh, tasting it with a tenderness that surprised her. When he reached the top of her panties he smiled. “I love looking at your come-soaked pussy. I’ve never seen a woman cream this much before. You can try to fight me but the evidence of how much you want me to cram my dick in you is right here.”

  Embarrassed enough as it was, Trinity looked toward the wall. Waylon tore her panties free from her body and she flinched. It wasn’t out of fear. No, regardless how helpless she was at the moment, she wanted him. She wanted to see to it that he was happy as well and being tied to the bed seriously limited her abilities to please him.

  Waylon licked Trinity’s cunt and sent fire jolting throughout his body. She tasted so good. So sweet. So ready to receive him. Flickering his tongue over her clit caused her to cry out. He chuckled into her pussy and continued on with his sexual exploration. She would cave soon. He just hoped it wasn’t too soon. He wanted to fuck her and hiding under the guise of extracting information from her made it easier on his conscience.

  Her pink pussy was even sexier than he’d pictured. And oh, how he had pictured it. He’d brought her home with him instead of to the authorities in hopes to sneak a peek at it. In truth, he’d only tied her up to prevent her from attacking him. It wasn’t until he’d heard her calling for “Simon” that the primal urge to take her, claim her, fuck her came over him.

  Not one prone to jealousy, Waylon was shocked by his response to Trinity. She was a prostitute and to top it off, she’d been sent to kill him. It’d been a long time since his enemies had attacked and even longer since they tried to use a female to do their bidding. The last one didn’t work because he could smell the evil in her.

  It was both a gift and a curse, being a figiutatio warrior. He was one of the lucky ones though. His powers only extended to shifting into various cat breeds, speed, strength and partial empathy. Other figiutatio had many more powers to contend with. Still others, like Rupert who’d not been a warrior, had an altogether different sort power. Waylon wasn’t even sure he knew what his friend was capable of.

  As he licked along Trinity’s drenched folds, he drew in her sweet scent. Damn, she tasted every bit as good as she looked. Why the fuck did he have to fall for a woman sent to destroy him—to try to put an end to his line of people?

  Her swollen bud called to him and he sucked on it gently. Inserting a finger into her cunt, he was shocked to find how tight she was. For a whore, he expected her to be too loose to do anything with. No. Trinity was tight, damn near virgin-like. Fucking her would be a prize for him. Seeing her pussy lips spread to accommodate him would make it all worth it.

  She bucked beneath his touch as he worked a second finger into her. She cried out and he licked her clit more, hoping to stimulate her body into producing more cream. Why he was concerned about pleasing her was beyond him. But he was. For whatever reason, he didn’t want harm to come to her. He wanted to see the look on her face as he made her climax. The thought of her being the one to end his long existence tore at his gut.

  I want to keep you. Why?

  She didn’t answer his unspoken question and that was fine by him. Waylon pushed the feelings down and concentrated on the bounty before him. He finger-fucked her tight little pussy and licked her sweet bud until she came hard and fast on his face. A stream of fluid burst free from her, coating his chin as she tried to clamp her legs shut. It was so rare to find a woman who could ejaculate too. It was most certainly unforgettable—as everything with Trinity was.

  Licking her cream from his face, he stared up at her, expecting to see at least some fear on it—he did have her tied up and was having his way with her after all. There was no fear, only lust, passion and sleepy bedroom eyes.

  Waylon’s cock throbbed, needing release and soon. Rising to his knees, he stared down at her open cunt and entertained the thought of driving himself deep into her. That wouldn’t be good. Doing that would only make the bond he felt to Trinity stronger.

  Bonding with the woman sent to assassinate him wasn’t a wise move. Once bonded, he could never take it back. Being mated to the bringer of his death could only lead to heartache. Still, her pussy called to him, beckoning him to take refuge in her quim and to fill her with his seed. The need to sire a son, to fill her with his child was so strong that it was almost painful. The need to make her his own, to possess her from here until infinity was even worse. If she didn’t succeed in killing him, his need for her would.

  “Ahh,” Trinity panted, pushing her hips up and toward him.

  She smelled of desire and passion. That didn’t surprise him. What did was the smell of purity tainted by something dark. He grabbed hold of his cock, stroked it and glanced up at her. Her green eyes locked on his groin region and his body shook. Watching her watch him jack off was almost too much. Pinching the base of his cock tight, he managed to head off his orgasm.

  “Do you like that, Trinity? Do you like watching me touch myself?”

  She bit her lower lip and nodded. It was odd how shy the “ass-kicking street walker” seemed to be now. If his keen supernatural senses hadn’t picked up on her attraction to him, he would have never let things go so far. He’d have turned her over to the authorities and claimed she was a mad woman spouting nonsense about figiutatio, a fictitious race of supernaturals that descended from Earth. No one on Mixlione would ever believe her. They understood gambling and they understood gambling-related murders and that was it.

  “Answer me. Do you like watching me touch my cock?”

  “Yes…yes.”

  “I want to have your lips wrapped around it as I mouth-fuck you. Does that scare you?”

  She shook her head. “No.”

  “Would you take it all the way down your throat and swallow my come?”

  A scared look passed over her face as her glance slid down his body. Pumping the massive member in his hand, he smiled when he realized that his size must scare her. He pinched the tip of his cock and pre-come trickled from it. “Soon, you’ll lick this off me before I fuck that luscious mouth of yours. Then you’ll swallow every last drop of me. You’ll take me, every inch of me.”

  It took all his might not to slide into her and fuck her like an animal. The cords that held her bound to the bed also kept her from being able to move. While that sounded good in the beginning, it was pure torture to him now. Gripping his shaft, he rubbed it along her soaked cunt. She squirmed and grunted.

  “What do you want?” He let a sly smile play across his face.

  Trinity stared down at him. Her emerald green eyes seemed to stare through to his very soul.

  “You,” she whispered.

  As much as he longed to hear that, he knew he couldn’t trust her. He laughed. “You expect me to believe you want to be fucked by the man you were sent to kill?”

  Trinity shook her head and began to speak. Waylon jabbed his fingers into
her pussy, cutting her off before she could spew her lies. He fucked her hard and fast with two fingers and smiled as she cried out. Each tug of the cords that bound her served to remind him of his need to keep an emotional distance from her. Unable to stop himself, Waylon stroked his cock with his free hand as he thrust his fingers in and out of her.

  Just slide it in. Fuck her. Take her. Claim her.

  Fighting off his animalistic desires was extremely hard. He was a warrior. He could stand up to one beautiful female. Right?

  “Please…please fuck me, Waylon. Oh, yes…please…fuck me.”

  Waylon’s balls tightened and he jerked forward. Come shot out of his dick and all over Trinity’s stomach. He grasped his cock tight and pumped it feverishly, making more semen fly out at her. The sight of her soaked in his juice was too much. Her skin glistened with a sheen he had created, a sheen that he’d wanted desperately to be in her cervix, filtering through it on its way to planting the seed of their future.

  The beast within him rose to the surface fast. In a flash, he was off the bed and into the shadows where he shifted into full cat form. He’d been so intent on intimidating Trinity when he’d first entered the room and now he hid out of her sight as he stood in black panther form.

  Trinity jerked harder at her restraints and for a moment Waylon thought she might actually break them. She didn’t. He felt bad for leaving her drenched in his come, but going to her now would only make her terrified of him. And that was something he didn’t want his mate to be.

  My mate?

  Chapter Four

  Waylon stroked his cock at the sight of Trinity spread out on the bed before him. She looked so beautiful with her dark brown hair fanned out around her in long loose curls. He kissed her cheek gently, needing to be close to her again.

  Throughout the course of the night, he’d kept her held with his limited magical powers in a state of sleep. Though it had been for his own protection, he had to admit that he liked being able to fully touch her and play with her. He’d first attempted to simply wipe his semen from her smooth stomach but found he couldn’t stop there. No. He felt compelled to clean every inch of her. He’d even gone so far as to rub her body with scented oils.

  The need to tend to her was an odd feeling for Waylon. He wasn’t nurturing by nature. No warrior was. That was one of the reasons that many figiutatio warriors came equipped with some empath form of power. It aided in their ability to stay human.

  Whatever that meant.

  The figiutatio were anything but normal humans. Limited numbers of normal Earthlings had escaped the planet before the final explosion of the Cleansing Wars. Whoever had been left on the planet during the nuclear bombing had died instantly.

  Once, his people had been many. Now, they were so few in number that he knew of only a handful that still existed. The others had either perished or had hidden themselves away so tightly that they would never be discovered again. It was possible more existed but to date, but Waylon hadn’t met any.

  It saddened Waylon to think that Trinity had been sent to kill him. His death was one thing, taking another able male from the figiutatio line was another matter. Removing him meant that there was one less chance a child would be born to one of his kind. A child and wife were something sacred to his people, something that meant the survival of their race—their legacy.

  Trinity moaned softly as he pulled the sheer fabric over her head. He’d sent for a nightgown for her. When he realized that he would be forced to untie her if he didn’t use his magic, he opted for leaving her bound. Waving his hands in the air, he caused the material of the nightgown to separate. It reformed around Trinity’s shapely body and Waylon’s gut clenched.

  “You are so beautiful. So pure yet so tainted by darkness. How is it that I did not meet you sooner? I could have saved you from a life of selling your body for money and taking the lives of others.”

  She didn’t respond to his voice. Not that he even expected her to. His magic, while low in the scope of his kind, was more than powerful on a human. Leaning down, he kissed her sweet lips. Moving to her closed eyelids, he planted tiny kisses on them as well. With considerable restraint, Waylon pulled away from her.

  “If circumstances were different, beautiful one, you would be my choice for the mother of my children—my wife. And when I love, it’s with all my heart, all my soul.”

  * * *

  Trinity woke slowly. Pain shot through her arms and legs. Remembering she was bound to the bed, she sighed. How could she have forgotten something so important as being tied up? Sadly enough, she already knew the answer to that.

  After Waylon had disappeared, she’d laid there on the verge of tears, wanting him to return, to make love to her, to finish what he’d started. When she realized he wasn’t coming back, her eyes drifted shut and she let her body rest. Conserving energy was important, especially if she was still going to try to escape.

  Taking a deep breath in, she noticed the soft scent of roses. She looked down, expecting to see Waylon’s dried semen on her. Instead, she saw that she was not only clean but wearing a sheer white gown. The soft floral scent was coming from her. Someone had rubbed her down with it.

  “What? Who…?” She glanced around the room, frantic for just one more glimpse of Waylon before she attempted her escape. Finding no sign of him, she pulled hard on her wrist, hoping to turn on her RL-com chip. Hoping he could, by some miracle, hear her, she stated loudly, “Damn it, Simon, get your ass down here. My charge thinks you sent me to kill him. You better not have or you can take this fucking job and shove it up your ass. It will be a cold day in hell before I hurt him. Sure, he’s a cocky jerk who keeps thinking I’m here to whack him, and yes, that’s from Abbi’s classes too but that doesn’t mean he needs to be hurt. He’s a good man, Simon.”

  Glancing at the cords that held her pinned to the bed, Trinity rolled her eyes.

  “Umm, okay, aside from the tying me up thing and accusing me of selling my body for a living, he’s a good man. I won’t hurt him. I don’t care if they give me to an Exhilgier beast for execution. That ought to tell you something. If I’m willing to go up against a three-headed, horned, buffalo-sized beast that secretes toxins that rot flesh instantly to make its victims easier to digest, then you should know I’m pissed. I won’t do it. You better hope for your sake that my mission is to protect him or you won’t have to worry about needing red handbags to cover yourself because you won’t have anything to cover! I refuse to hurt him and I want to come back. It’ll be bad enough to leave him now as it is. Staying longer will make it impossible. Damn you, is this stupid com link working? Simon, would you answer…”

  A dark shadow moved over her and she stopped trying to communicate with Simon and started trying to free herself. Jerking hard on her arm, she felt her shoulder pop. Trinity screamed out as pain tore through her. The dark shadow grew thicker and hovered just above her body. She pulled on the cords again, this time the pain was so excruciating in her shoulder that she almost threw up. Closing her eyes, she bit back another scream as a tear rolled down her cheek.

  “Be still.”

  The sound of Waylon’s voice surprised her. Peeking out, she found him naked and next to her on the bed. Gritting her teeth through the pain, she wondered how much of her conversation with Simon he’d heard.

  He reached out to touch her shoulder and she cringed.

  The sad look that passed over his face made her stop. It was quickly replaced by one that scared the hell out her. “What do you think you’re doing? You’ve dislocated your shoulder. And for what purpose? You’re still tied to the bed, now you’re just tied and in pain. Are you happy with yourself?” He made a move to touch her again and she glared at him. Was he back to work her up and leave her craving his touch, needing to find release and longing to be near him again?

  “I’m fine. Don’t touch me and don’t try to use the freaky eye thing on me again!”

  He grunted. “You are hardly fine, woman.”
/>   “Don’t put your hands on me again, you monster!”

  Waylon jerked back and looked as though she’d struck him. As victorious as it was, it did little to make her feel better.

  “If you do not want my help, then fine,” he bit the last word out.

  Trinity locked gazes with him and thought about defying him once more. The pain that continued to stab at her made her rethink that stance. Sighing, she tried to relax. “I want your help.”

  Waylon cocked his head to the side and smiled. “What?”

  She rolled her eyes. “I want your help.”

  I want you.

  “But I’m a monster,” he whispered, watching her carefully. Guilt washed over her. “Think hard, Trinity. Do you really want a monster touching you?”

  Gods, yes. Touch me everywhere.

  She bit her lower lip and for a moment kept her eyes averted from his piercing gaze. “You’re not a monster.”

  His brow furrowed as he seemed to be judging her, examining her for the truth. “What?”

  “You’re not a monster, Waylon, and I want you…err…umm, I want your help.”

  The corners of his mouth twitched as a tiny glint in his eyes appeared. He was laughing on the inside, she knew it. It didn’t matter though. She meant what originally came out of her mouth. She wanted him.

  “That’s what I thought you said.” He touched her shoulder lightly. Waylon’s fingertips barely grazed her, yet she saw his hand there, knew she should feel pressure, even pain, something to indicate he was indeed touching her. There was nothing. Was he dulling it? Did he have the power to ease her pain?

  One loud pop later and he removed his hands. She stared at her shoulder, expecting to still find it dislocated. It was completely healed. “How? Waylon, that’s amazing.”