Time to up the ante. I moaned like a desperate, hot and bothered woman. "Take me, Sam. I want you inside of me."
"Fuck." Sam groaned. His hips moved closer to mine, shifting himself to enter me. But I kept him just at the edge of my silken panties, tempting his tip with the sweetness on the other side. I pushed him back, hard, slamming him into the wall across from me. He stood there, half in shock, only to watch as I stood up and slipped off the tight skirt that had hugged my hips, followed by the thin shred of lilac silk underwear that landed on the floor.
I crossed the room, pressing up against him as he finished pulling his legs out of his pants and boxers, letting his heat press against the inside of my thighs. His hands practically tore off my top, and I let the slip of thin fabric join everything else on the floor until we were both naked and up against the wall.
Reaching up, I kissed him rough on the lips, biting at them with sharp little nips until he whimpered. My hands did all the talking, exploring over his hardened chest, dipping lower until they crested over his hipbones and gripped at his thighs. Slowly, I added butterfly kisses that trailed down his chest, deeper and farther until I came to his hips. One kiss on each side, then a light little breathy kiss to the base of his shaft, and I knew from his shuddering frame that I was about to make him mine.
I took him all in at once, swallowing him until the tip of him touched the back of my throat. My hands glided over to the back, gripping at his tight ass and squeezing until his muscles flexed beneath me. Sam's hands wound quickly through my hair, holding tight, and I bobbed. My tongue trailed over him like a lollipop, and I pulled back just long enough to lap up the salty sweetness from his tip before delving back in, putting him in and sucking him off.
Sam's hips rocked, and I could hear him moaning in ecstasy. He began to run his hands over my hair, my shoulders, as if he couldn't get enough of me. He murmured a warning that he was ready to go, but I wasn't about to stop. His hips gave another shuddering jerk, and he cried out as a rush of warm, saltiness hit the back of my throat. I drank it all down like a parched man would guzzle water.
His moment of bliss was my moment of victory. I controlled him, dominated his every move. The saying was that to own a man, you had to grab him by the balls. But I was a little more... soft about it. A good blowjob could win over a guy much faster than gripping his precious pieces and giving them a twist.
I started to stand up when I felt Sam's hand press against my sensitive spot, rough fingers moving to explore. I swatted them away with a flick of the fingers, then moved to kiss his neck.
"Why can't I touch you?" He asked.
"Because you're just here for the ride, pretty boy," I whispered, then kissed his mouth roughly. His hands instantly moved to my spot again, but I pulled them away, planting them on my chest instead.
Slowly, I led him back into the bedroom, guiding him as I looked between kisses. When the back of his knees hit the foot of the bed, I wasted no time in pushing him down onto the silk sheets, shoving him up until his head practically bumped the headboard.
I straddled him, careful not to disturb the erection that was waiting and ready for round two. But before I could rock him into another blow, I wanted to let him know who was boss first.
Leaning up over him, I planted my hands into either side of the bed by his head, hovering over him.
"Do you trust me?"
"Have I ever?"
"No." I smiled slyly.
"Then I guess I can't start now. It would be in bad posture."
I kissed him again, this time slow and sensual, dragging my tongue in his mouth for a moment. Softly, I purred, "How about now?"
His hips moved, instinct begging to bury himself inside of me already. But I wasn't his wife, and he wasn't going to get a quick fuck out of me.
Quicker than he could react, I move my hands away from his head, pulling the cuffs from the bed posts and snapping them on his wrists. The second I did, Sam jerked against them, only to hiss in pain as the sound of scorched flesh filled the silence.
"Blessed cuffs?" He barely spoke the words, as if they would set him on fire in the most unpleasant way. "Caroline, what the hell are you doing?"
I sat back, brushing his thickness with my ass. He moved to touch me again, stopping mid-move as he winced in pain again.
Leaning down, I moved my lips against his ear, whispering. "This is my territory, Coulson. You want to play, you play my way."
"What do you think?" I held up each scrap of clothing to my body, twisting to the side. "Slutty cat, or sexy devil?"
"How about what you wear on a daily basis?" Sam leaned back in his seat, rolling his eyes. "You're slutty enough in your day clothes."
It had felt like a week since the night I fucked Sam until he practically broke beneath my hips, but in reality it was only from the night before. Now, not even twenty-four hours later, we were about to leave the safe house for a little investigating in the name of this Mistress 13 bullshit.
"Awww. I'm flattered." I cooed. "You think I'm good enough to get twenty bucks for a blowjob in the alley during daylight. Now that takes talent." He muttered something like 'you would know' before stalking into the bedroom. I waited until I heard the fishing of clothes before he came out, glaring. "What the hell am I going to wear to a Halloween party?"
"I'm so glad you asked!" I chirped, clapping. Gesturing to the shopping bag near the door, I watched him stalk over to it and pick it up. "See, I had a feeling you'd want to come with me. So I picked you up a little something to blend in with the hip crowds and their wicked delights."
Peering into the bag, he squinted before jerking away from it like it was poisonous. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."
I shrugged. He knew I wasn't.
"I'm not wearing this," he insisted, dropping the bag to the ground without a care in the world. "You can go on your own. There's no way in hell I'd ever wear..." He shuddered.
"Oh come on, you big baby." I teased. "You can say the word. G-string. It might even accentuate your..." I ran my eyes over him, licking my lips quickly. "fun parts."
"Has anyone ever called you a maneater, Caroline?" He snarled, grabbing the bag and stalking for the bedroom again. "Because that's what you are. A goddammned maneater."
"Honey, man or woman, I don't discriminate." I called back with a satisfied little smile. "It's when you get into dogs and horses I begin to judge."
Sam let out an aggravated noise from the other room, and I snickered under my breath. If he thought I was going to let him off easy, he was beginning to realize what a sad little fantasy that idea was.
I took my time with the bottle of wine on the counter while Sam got dressed. It took him nearly half a bottle of steady sipping before he stepped out, one painful foot at a time.
I nearly died with laughter. If it was possible to die.
Tanned, muscled hairy legs ran up to his hips, where the speedo-styled navy blue bottoms rested on his half. A crop-cut top, matching navy blue and trimmed in white, brought together the suit when paired with the hat and little gold badge pinned to his chest.
Drinking it all in, I took another steady swig from the bottle before I found the words. "Oh, Officer, what have I done this time to deserve such a treat?"
"Shut it," Sam grumbled, clearly displeased. He was across the room in a heartbeat, pulling the bottle from my hand and downing a mouthful before I could protest. "This is ridiculous, you know that, right? How am I supposed to go out in public like this?"
Was he dense, or just really that much of a prude? "You're in Miami, Coulson. Trust me when I say where we're going, you will blend in so deep, you'll match the fucking wallpaper and plants."
His mood didn't improve, but I saw the shift of his thoughts in his eyes. "And my weapons? What the hell am I supposed to do with those?"
I rolled my eyes. "You're dressed as a fucking cop. Carrying a stick and a gun is normal for the outfit." I pulled my bag from the floor, fishing out a pair of silver handcuffs and d
angling them on a finger in front of his face. A sly smile spread across my face. "So do these, if you're so inclined."
"Pass." He sneered, pressing the bottle against my chest. He crossed the room to his bag, digging through it and pulling out a handgun that looked freshly polished. Along with it came the utility belt off his actual uniform, which matched his costume perfectly.
"So do I have to ask," he began, keeping his eyes trained on the adjustment of his belt and gun. "What you'll be dressing as?"
Slinking off the barstool, I slowly undid the satin tie holding my robe together. I waited until it hit the floor in a soft rustle of clothes before clearing my throat, announcing, "Oh, you know, something unique."
Sam's eyes inched up from the ground, only to freeze when they landed on my body. They widened, and I'd swear if he had a still-beating heart, it would have raced with fever at the vision standing before him.
"What," he breathed. "What is that?"
I did a slow turn, letting him enjoy every inch of the view. The idea came from catching a re-run of an old Britney Spears video, one of her more iconic moments when she bared it all in a skin suit detailed in tiny gems. It looked like she was naked, but the suit kept all her naughty bits tucked in and protected.
I wasn't so modest. Aside from the nipple covers, and small skin-colored bottoms covering my pussy, the rest of me was au natural. To replicate the gem effect on my skin, I borrowed a little pixie dust from a Faeries who owed me a couple grand on a coke bender. It shimmered on my skin like a sweet kiss of stars, and smelled like the fresh dew in the morning mixed with a hint of fruit. As if I needed any help inviting mortals into my circle.
"Don't worry, Sam, this isn't for you." I said, finishing my turn to meet his half-open mouth. "This is for the countless souls I'll be dining on tonight. By the time Halloween is over, I'll be drunk on every type of soul I can suck down."
He didn't say much past that, squaring his shoulders and muttering little curses under his breath. It was almost endearing, watching him play protector to me. It had to be a male thing; I'd never felt the need to protect or guard anyone with my life. Thankfully, I'd never want to feel that way. I had so many better things I could be doing with my life, like fucking hot travelers and locals with the occasional body dump into an incinerator or whatever.
We drop downtown to the clubbing joint, parking the car in one of the lots nearby and taking the rest on foot. Slutty costumes of all types came out from the dark; the purrfect little cat, the slutty elf covering her tits with ancient printed leafs, and of course the standard girl in pigtails and a short schoolgirl dress who acted like she was ten while fucking a fifty year old dude in a suit. Halloween in Miami was the night everyone got their freak on, one way or another.
Sam quickly realized he was blending into the world I had invited him to, not sticking out like the sore thumb he thought he would be. I could feel the change in his emotions, the shift in his stance as he walked with me down the street, casually brushing through clusters of people making to various parties happening throughout the night. There were the open parties, the VIPs, the ones that catered to time period attire, the list ran on. And of course, there were still the standard happenings going on at the same time. Food joints were catering to a mass of drunken and awkwardly dressed people instead of just the drunk. Hotels and their staff were baffled by the costumes and wild behavior, as if they'd never seen it before.
"Halloween, bringing the maniac out of everyone since it become a cultural thing," I said to myself, laughing.
Sam stopped us as we came to a crossing in the street, cars blurring by in a rush of wheels and metal. "Where are we heading?"
I pointed up ahead, admiring the length of my plum colored nails. They were the only part of my costume that came with color tonight. "Seraphina's. Two spots up and on the right."
"Why there?"
"Are you really that much of a sheltered bloodsucker?" I asked, marveled. The Sam I remembered from years ago knew every inch of the grit surrounding and infiltrating Miami. This one was tamed, softened like a marshmallow, and probably just as horrible tasting.
"Dawn doesn't go out, so neither do I." He offered it like it was as a solid excuse, but it fell flat with each word. The cop knew he was lame, an old fogie. Making a face, he led me across the road, wrapping a hand around my upper arm. "Come on, let's just get this over with."
Once we got across the street, I jerked my arm out of his, flexing my hands. He was desperately close to getting a fist to the face. "We're going there for one reason, and one reason only. Don't make this harder than it needs to be."
"We couldn't just stay home and figure this all out?" He snapped. "In the safehouse, away from more danger and more attacks?"
"Oh yes, let's do that." I sneered. He was fucking impossible. "We'll hide inside for the rest of our lives, and your pretty wife can move in with us. You two can adopt a little baby when you get bored, and I'll just leave corpses at the door to your bedroom like a cat leaving a mouse for its master."
Sam shook his head. "That's not what I meant."
"How many times do I have to tell you to not talk in fucking circles? I'm not here to solve your riddles, I'm not here because I can't get enough of your huge dick and the wonders it offers me. I'm here because some asshole tried to kill me, and I want to find him and get revenge. Once that's done, I'm going back to my life, and you're going back to yours. Got it?"
"Whatever."
The club was perfect, a mix of the dark and creepy that was supposed to exist with Halloween, and the modern fun that came with our day and age. The place was a multi-level, small tables lining the opening on the second floor that gave a perfect view to the dance floor and stage below. Lights of orange, yellow, and white flashed throughout the place, casting shadows against the walls and the haunting decor of bodies that hung from the grand ceiling above.
The crowd on the floor was like it had been at the Fae joint downtown. The mixing of mortal and immortal was seamless; vampires mingled with the imitations as they compared fangs and pale skin; Faeries winking at mortals sporting pointy ears and little golden plastic goblets with alcohol; even the gnomes were cruising through the crowds, bodysurfing when possible.
Life brimmed in this place like no other. The crave to feed began to crawl along under my skin, whispering sweetly in my ear of the succulent souls waiting for us to dine upon.
Until I heard the growl of something off to the left of the club, and turned in time to see the very last thing I wanted to.
The dog that had attacked me before, back for another bite.
THE HELLHOUND STARED WITH a snarl, growl tearing through its throat. Beside me, Sam was starting to bob his head to the beat, shoulders swaying with the music. And still, I couldn’t take my eyes off the mutilated beast glaring at me with it’s jaundiced eyes.
How in the hell was no one else seeing this? I looked over at Sam, wide eyed. When I turned my attention back to the dog, I noticed it had ran outside, out toward the fresh air and away from the feast of souls within the club.
I turned to leave, when Sam’s hands on my shoulder stopped me.
“Where are you going?” He yelled over the music.
“Do you trust me?”
He blinked. “No, not really.”
“Tough shit, let’s go.”
We walked outside, brushing past the bodies and their intoxicating auras. But even the call of their souls couldn’t stop me from following the end of the dog, taking us farther away from the club and out towards the nearest park. The farther we walked, the fainter all the sounds became, until they faded to nothing.
"Where the hell did you tuck that at?" Sam asked, incredulous.
I flipped a strand of slightly damp hair away from my face, and beamed. "Never underestimate where a woman can hide things on her naked body. Especially when it comes to cleavage and pu-"
"I get it. I get it."
I laughed, lowering the gun to my side, finger still trained on
the trigger. The body on the ground was unconscious at best, dead at worst. All we could do now was hope the vermin would live long enough to tell us what the hell was going on, and why I was a target of his fucked up games.
Looking over, the corpse of the beast lay motionless on the ground. After the amount of bullets poured into it, I wasn't sad to see that thing dead one bit. As it lay there, it was the first time I could take in its appearance. Long, jagged yellow teeth were smeared in slobber and blood, ears sharp and pointed with a pointed horn jutting behind it. The muzzle was long, like a dog's, but defined like a dragon snout. Matted, dark brown fur lined with streaks of black and red covered the beast where the bullets didn't shred the flesh and fur.
"A Hellhound," Sam said, coming to stand beside me. He dropped the unconscious body by his feet, bound and gagged. "They're supposed to be beyond rare. Almost as rare as a succubus."
"How would you even get one of these things?" I asked, nudging the tip of it with one of my toed heels. It felt stiff, as if it had been dead for hours, not minutes. "I've never seen one before, not even in my black market rings."
Sam's eyes darkened at the mention of the black market, but he let my little sideways confession slide. "I honestly don't know. The ritual to harvest one from the seven rings is hard, even for a master Warlock and their ties to the Underworld." He shook his head, still in shock. "Whoever summoned this, and controlled it, has power. A lot of fucking power."
Power. It made even the brightest of stars eventually collapse into a black hole. The notion gave me the chance to think, connecting a series of dots I didn't want to admit connected with an alarming ease.
"The kind of power it would take to make a hybrid immortal?"
Sam whipped his head over at me, a mixture of emotions on his face. He quickly hid them all, tucking them away like files into a drawer.
"No. I mean, it's possible, but beyond unlikely." His voice was laced with uncertainty. "You're talking about a being powerful enough to bend the laws of genetics for immortals. As if genetic bending isn't hard enough on mortals."
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