Enslaved in Shadows

by Tigris Eden

  The music changed and Benny Benassi’s “No Matter What You Do” started pulsing through the club’s speakers. Before she could stop herself, she was out of her seat and on the dance floor dragging Bells with her. She loved this song. Every time it played didn’t matter where she was, she danced. They’d put shorts on but were still in their bikini tops, and Bells and her moved in the wave of people as the music pumped through her body. She could feel the vibration beneath her feet as it guided her across the floor. Her body became the person she was supposed to be, sensual and comfortable in its own skin. Dancing was the only time she didn’t feel awkward. It didn’t do much for her appearance but at least she was coordinated and sure of herself. The crowd surrounded her and Bells while the two of them danced in the throng of bodies.

  The air fused with electricity and the press and pull of bodies dancing kept her occupied. Heat surrounded her, the thrall of the music hypnotized her every move. The outside world ceased to exist. Jes was in her happy place.

  Strong arms wrapped around Jesminda’s waist and tugged her against a hard chest. Her head snapped up, the breath forced from her lungs. Jesminda noticed she’d danced herself into a dark corner, and was now in the arms of a stranger. Fuck! From the corner of her eye, she saw Belinda who’d decided to go back to the bar and have another drink. Don’t panic. It was probably a local who just wanted to dance. She tried to pull away from the stranger to get a better look at him. But his caged arms pulled tighter. One of his hands grabbed and massaged her neck. His hand spread wide, relaxed, as a pinky and thumb caressed the walls of her throat. She gasped, the hand wasn’t tight or constricting, but soothed the anger that was threatening to rise. Her breathing slowed as she tried to compose herself. Do. Not. Panic.

  “I know we don’t know each other, but I want to fuck you.”

  Chapter 2

  Thickly layered chocolate, with a huge helping of spice was the warm breath at her ear. It was him. The object of her desire was holding her in his dark embrace. This was the kind of thing she was hoping for. Attraction, gut-deep-spasming attraction, which caused her entire body to light up like the Fourth of July. He slowly let his hands fall to her side and rest at her waist. The way her body reacted to the possessive hold on her throat was shameful. Her insides heated and the result pooled in her panties. His touch was primordial. The beginning of all her arousal started from that one sole action. He was an endorphin inducing opiate, an addiction on every level, a killer combination of man and lust.

  She wasn’t one to fall for the hype, not even a little bit, but in this case, the hype was true. Every woman’s fantasy would be granted with him at their side. She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck rise. Static arousal clung to the heat of her skin. She’d been thinking about him all day, fantasizing what a night in his bed would be like. She’d found herself going through a roller coaster ride of emotions; from hot to cold, to scorching, and then to woozy. His bedside manner would be that generous, extending from one physical end to another, jacking her senses into overdrive. It would be that amazing, and she knew it.

  He’d stood over her at the beach, and she’d been able to drink him in entirely. He was unquestionably all man. Sculpted ropes of muscle hugged his stomach. His body was made to be worshiped, and Jesminda would gladly worship him if given the chance. Six and half feet, and good lord almighty the man wanted to fuck her. She would have thrown her entire body into a fist pump if it didn’t make her look geeky. No geek tonight.

  He was here at Odessa’s, a second skin wrapped tight around her with no intention of backing off. What the hell was she supposed to do now? Drop to your feet, pledge fealty to his body. She had to stifle a giggle as she tried to compose herself. She was drunk on arousal and in awe of him and his smell. Who smelled like wet earth and fresh rain, mixed with man? The scent slowly wrapped around and enclosed her body in a hazy heat of sex. Why did he want her? She could feel the immense warmth from his body as he stood there in silence. Was he waiting for a response? She tried to turn around to face him, but as she turned to move, he held her steady with his words.

  “Don’t turn around.”

  The words left Jes in a state of complete acuity, an epicurean massage to her senses. His voice was rough and low. Her pleasure neurons were at their most optimal and ready to receive more. The brain was clearly a powerful tool. Images of their bodies wrapped around one another paraded through her mind, his voice combustive to her senses. Her gut twisted into a sensual knot and vibrated stimulation with the power on her body turned up high. She was strung tight waiting impatiently for more. This was something she’d never felt before. Her heart siphoned her blood beyond its limits, left her dizzy as adrenaline infused excitement coursed through her.

  Being twenty-two and awkward had its drawbacks. She wasn’t short, but she wasn’t tall either. She was average, lanky for the most part. Her best features were her flared hips and almost flat stomach. Her hair could never be tamed; as a result, she kept it tied up. Her personality was her star attraction, and for the most part, she didn’t care what men thought. Until now. Unsolved Mysteries would surely take the bait in her case, because her current behavior wasn’t one she was known for.

  Berating herself yet again, she mentally sighed. She could feel his chin moving her thick mass of curls to the other side of her head. What’s he doing?

  It was eighty-nine degrees in Belmopan, Belize and her skin was already heated from the dancing and throngs of bodies gyrating in the club. He nuzzled her neck and Jes inhaled sharply, trying to draw in the sensation of his body being close, absorb whatever chemical he was throwing off. Melting into his embrace was the key goal for this evening.

  He growled at her attempts to get closer. The sound was raw and tickled her neck as his hot breath fanned her skin. If she never got the chance to turn around, she’d die a happy woman from the sound of his voice. It was thick and contagious to her senses. He could charm any woman into his bed with just the word “come.” She was the gauze, and he was the drug being soaked up.

  “Are you going to answer me?” His voice lower, if that were even possible turning her insides to liquid. She pulled in a ragged breath, he made her overly excited. It was a bit un-nerving, and the right thing to do would be to high tail it out of his vicinity. Like, super quick. But at the same time, it was utterly exciting and dangerous. Girls do love danger. There was a definite air of menace that surrounded him. To the right woman they were “fuck me” pheromones. To the wrong guy it was a "Fuck off or die" vibe.

  The music in the club crawled to a slow, seductive beat and couples were wrapped around one another in positions she wanted to mirror in bed. A heady combination of sensuality and carnal intent wove its way into her body. Having a one-night stand, never to see that person again? She shrugged. It had its appeal, and she fully acknowledged the darker side of herself. Jumping into something feet first was not her regular persona.

  She was known for being too organized. Her mother called it obsessive-compulsive disorder. Jes called it double-checking.

  Her mind was screaming RUN, even as her body melted further into the silky sound of music and the possibilities. Could she be daring? Miss prim and proper Jesminda Zealand? Not likely. Yes, you’re doing this. Adventures remember? Maybe her island roots were calling to her, Carnival would start in a few days. Who said she couldn’t be promiscuous? Just this once. But to get freaky with a complete stranger? Her family would shun her. It was something different, bold, and even though she was only willing to admit it to herself, it was dirty.

  He slowly caressed her bare shoulder startling Jes out of her thoughts. She still hadn’t answered him, wasn’t sure if her voice would even work at this point. Whose would with their senses being tuned to the beat of this strangers drum? A calloused thumb drew lazy circles on her skin and where their skin met, hers tingled. She was on a downward spiral into the fiery pits of the unknown. It was foreplay to the tenth degree times infinity. He dragged his bottom lip alo
ng her shoulder, up to her neck ending at her ear and growled. He playfully nipped. Done deal. She’d wanted those lips on her body. She thought, as a shudder took her under the electric waves of his touch. Fire danced seductively in her belly, swayed back and forth to the music of his lips and finally settled into her core. Firm and fervid as his mouth opened and closed in fainéant glides from her shoulder to the back of her neck, he trailed further down to trace the base with his tongue. Gently he nipped the top to her bikini with his mouth and tugged undoing the tie. Her knees buckled and his hands were there to catch her. One hand splayed over her bare stomach in a possessive grasp, the other at her waist. Was he laughing?

  Are you really going to do this? A stray thought strung together, tested on her conscious as she tried to decide what it was about this man. She had no reservations when the thought of sleeping with him breached her mind. She wasn’t scared or threatened. In fact, she was quite the opposite. She was on fire and her insides were boiling over with the need to have him.

  She could feel the slow hunger of desire settle decidedly in her belly. Fluttering once… twice, as moisture soaked her panties further. You can do this. No big deal. Her body had already climbed on board. The pep talk from her conscious tried to sway her out of it, but she ignored it. Nope not gonna happen.

  “I want you, now.” The words echoed through her chest not her ears. His voice shifted the vibration deep into her senses making her body strain for more. She was sex starved for a man she didn’t even know. Alarms should have sounded in her head but, instead it was replaced with want.

  As if he could sense her need, he pulled her tighter into his chest and inhaled deeply, dragging his face through her curls. His hand tightened on her belly molding her body against his, causing one of her straps to fall and rest alongside her ribs. The things, he was doing to her were enough to set the entire club up in flames. The hard outline of his body pressed tightly against her backside thrilled her. He used the fact she couldn’t see him to entice her more. Pull her under the spell of his well-planned seduction, saturate her senses. His voice was a ragged moan against the shell of her ear.

  “What’s your name?” Jesminda said on a long sigh.

  “No names.”

  No names? Mr. Hottie was into role-play? A primal, baser part of her said this was going to be wanton, untamed. He was turning her upside down, inside out with the sound of his voice alone. The slow beat of the music attracted the beat of her rapid heart, slowed her racing pulse to match the drum and the sway of her hips, as she stood against him. Jes enjoyed the heat of his skin, the smell of him. It only made the situation more alluring. She was open to all of it, susceptible. The beat was earthy, and she couldn’t place the name of the song, but her body knew the tone. As she moved, his hand tightened on her stomach. The darkness of the corner concealed their bodies. No one would notice if he touched her. He grinded his erection into her backside, the feel of his length pressed against her made the darkness of the corner more salacious. An ember of sensuality sparked sending exorbitant amounts of lust that sizzled between them. Was she the only one burning up? Their bodies flowed like water back and forth in answer to the music’s pull. He had no problem keeping up with their sexual courtship.

  The haze of arousal threatened to break when she turned her head and saw Bells signaled for her that it was time to go. How much time had passed? It hadn’t been that long had it? It was either now with him or later with someone else. And Jes was certain this was an adventure she needed to embark on.

  “Where?” She asked breathlessly. “Where do you want to do this?”

  He didn’t answer. He turned them and led them towards the outside of the club. She had to grab her bikini straps with one hand to hold her top in place. She was sweaty from the dancing and all she wanted was to sweat more. The air outside brought her momentary comfort. It was cool as a light breeze passed and ruffled through the branches of the trees. He walked them deeper into the jungle until they stepped in front of a thicket of trees. No words were spoken as he pushed their bodies against a banana tree, the bark digging into her back. His lips and hands roamed everywhere. The intensity in his eyes shone with clarity as he continued to pet and kiss her. She was going to combust if he kept going at this rate. She needed large quantities of air so she could keep up. But he stole it with a searing kiss, feeding her his oxygen in the process.

  The kiss was harsh, as teeth clashed and tongues searched. He only pulled back for a second, to grab her bottom lip and suck it to swelling. That was going to hurt in the morning along with the tree burn on her back and she didn’t give a damn. His hands pulled her closer to him and he switched their position, now his back was to the tree. Legs braced apart he pulled her into the heat of his body, grinding his erection into her core. He made her beg for it. He pushed her away, gave her time to catch her breath only to pull her back again to kiss her senseless. He repeated the process continuously, pulling her to him, sucking her lips, pushing her away only to pull her forward again. It was maddening and so fucking hot. Her adventure was only beginning.

  Wild and out of control, their bodies met in seductive chaos, while the jungle was silent. She wanted to crawl on top of him and stay there permanently. Something was starting to churn in her stomach. It spread to every part of her body. Her breasts became full and achy, her core clenched and unclenched in preparation for what was to come. A loud ringing began in her ears, starting off as a soft pulse, almost nonexistent but with each push and pull of his hands the tempo increased until it sounded like white noise gathered in her ears and bees buzzed in her stomach. He was revving her engine.

  She tracked a bead of sweat as it ran down his chest and disappeared into his shorts. She wanted to drag her tongue over his skin follow its path down to the impressive erection heavy and thick against her leg. She was totally going to let him do her, right there in the jungle in front of who ever should happen to walk by. Animal, human, she didn’t care.

  * * * *

  Her skin tasted like his favorite island drink, coconut and pineapples with just a hint of vanilla; it brought his wolf to the surface. There was no one else Draven wanted in that moment but her. He’d stood at the entrance of Odessa’s irritated with the day’s outcome. His contact lied about her source of information. Chloe was toying with him. He’d only agreed to meet her there because of Cyrian, his long time friend and informant. He’d walked into the club and waited, but Chloe still hadn’t shown. He was about to walk out of the club when he pulled her scent from the crowd. He’d felt a jolt of arousal that traveled straight to his cock. Now her scent mixed with sweat, arousal, and the night air punched him in the gut. Drunk on her flavor and the feel of her skin, his chest rumbled. His wolf wanted out.

  Draven’s skin pulsed with anticipation. She was sex on fire wrapped in a body packaged just for him. His cock jumped at the thought. He couldn’t control his animal’s urge if his life depended on it. He was going to take her and everything else was purely circumstantial.

  The moon was high above the jungle canopy and lit the floor in a series of lights. The back of the tree was proving to be a problem. But he wasn’t about to let a little tree put a damper on the nights entertainment. He pulled them deeper into the jungle, stopped when he came upon a wall covered in moss on the right side and a sheer drop to the left. He made sure they were nowhere near the edge. That’d be a bummer. Fireflies illuminated their cover of darkness. Small night lights to add to the ambiance and sex already in the air. He pushed her against the wall. Trying to control, his animal or he’d frighten her off. Her eyes were wide with want. He could see her clearly in the dark. Cheeks tinged a deep plum and her lips swollen from his mouths attention. Soon she’d have the ‘I’ve just been fucked, hard’ look to compliment the rest. The moss-covered wall was soft and spongy with black and violet orchids laced in between. She looked like a night nymph under the moons beam. It couldn’t get any better than this. Draven grinned. It sure as hell was going to get a lot better,
the moment his cock found the sweltering heat of her pussy. Her body called to his, and Draven was more than ready to answer the call. No names, just raw carnal mating. Bodies pressed tightly, bumping, thrusting, hard and fast, this was the best kind of sex.

  One hand rested on the wall near her head as the other hooked into her jean shorts and yanked. Her sharp intake of breath brought Draven’s head up to gauge her reaction. Her pupils were dilated, her chest rising fast, and the pulse at her neck jumped beneath her skin in overtime. She was ready. Her smell was overheated, flushed with her need for him. He placed his other hand over her mound to cup the flesh between her legs and felt the bare skin of her silken slick lips. The heat from her core scalded his hand and her sweet honey coated his palm. His fragrant flower squirmed and moaned at his attention.

  “You’re bare.” She only whimpered in response.

  He released her, brought his hand to his nose and inhaled deeply. Her tantalizing smell went straight to his head. Strong and exotic, so induced with her want, he could stroke her to her first orgasm. So responsive. He knew her taste would be sharp and sweet on his tongue. Linger on his skin and remind him of this night. Eyes locked on her heavy lidded ones, he slowly sucked a finger into his mouth, groaning his satisfaction. She was sweet and tangy, with a powerful punch of concentrated lust. This is how a woman should always taste, he thought to himself. She watched him in growing fascination as each finger disappeared into his mouth until he tasted every finger except for his pinky. Dipping his head toward his finger, he offered her a taste.

  “Taste yourself.” He whispered.

  * * * *

  Jesminda slowly lifted her mouth to his waiting finger. Was she really about to do this? Yes, yes you are. Their heads bent, her naked from the waist down. Her bikini straps rested on her shoulders and her shorts and scrap of a bikini thong on the jungle floor. She was about to do the unthinkable. For her, this was taboo. She’d gone from her one time vanilla sex experience and jumped right up there with kinky shit. I’ll take kinky shit for one thousand Alex.