Hearts on Fire

by Serenity Snow

  The phone rang and rang. He growled as rage swelled in his belly and burned hot. How dare she pretend not to be up there? He tossed his phone onto the passenger seat of his car and grabbed his umbrella. He didn’t want her to get wet as he walked her back out to her car.

  He jogged up to the front just as the lights went out. He rapped on the window, but the woman inside didn’t turn back. His lips, pulled into a line, tightened. He rapped on the thick plate glass of the door again. Still nothing.

  “Bitch,” he muttered. “You think you can keep me out?” He spied a security panel by the door and smiled. It was nothing too complicated.

  Chapter Three

  “Joslyn, what are you still doing here?” Cyanna asked as she stepped into the reception area. “A storm is coming. You won’t make it home before it rolls in.” She looked up as the lights blinked.

  “What are you doing back here?”

  “Back? I’ve never left,” she answered. “I was working the floor this afternoon. Tasha called in sick.”

  Joslyn thought the assistant manager was a flake. “Oh. I didn’t see you when I was down there earlier.” She hadn’t scented her, either, which was unusual. Her senses were excellent.

  “I was probably cataloging in the stock room.” Cyanna gave her an amused look. “Did you need something?”

  “I wanted to talk to you about this morning. Plus, you got a couple of calls. One was from Anchorman.”

  “He’ll survive,” Cyanna said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Come into my office.”

  Joslyn followed in her wake, scenting food. That’s when she noticed the plain white bag in Cyanna’s other hand. “You went out for dinner?” she asked with a frown. She’d been waiting here to talk to her and Cyanna had been out with another woman?

  Did having that penis make her as much of a horn-dog as some men were? She wanted someone who’d be faithful to her even in an affair. If that wasn’t Cyanna, then she might need to rethink their arrangement.

  Lightning flashed, and the lights winked off and then back on.

  “I didn’t have time, sweetheart, but I ordered plenty. You’re welcome to join me,” Cyanna said as she placed the bags on the coffee table. “So, what about this morning?” Her gaze snared Joslyn’s.

  “I did a little research at lunch.” Now, as she thought about what she’d read, Joslyn wondered how being a woman with a penis had affected Cyanna’s confidence when she was younger. What had made her the confident woman she was now?

  She could rock a suit clearly made for a man with a feminine grace with nonchalance that said she owned the air of power it gave her.

  “And?” Cyanna asked with brows lifted.

  A gust of wind whistled around the building and the room went dark.

  “I’ll get some candles,” Cyanna said. “Be right back.”

  Joslyn exhaled softly as Cyanna left the room. She drew in a slow breath and let it out. She took one step and her eyes went nightglow. The faint glow was a voluntary response that allowed the wolf to illuminate its surroundings in the darkness like a nightlight.

  She could be making a mistake, allowing her libido to lead her astray, she mused as her stomach knotted with nerves. But how could she walk away from the chance to be with the one woman that made her heart beat fast and her mouth go dry?

  Joslyn heard something outside and took a look out of one of Cyanna’s two windows. She saw a figure streaking across the lot in the darkness and she frowned.

  could be that desperate.

  It t struck her as odd that it was so dark when she knew the lot was always very well lit. A chill ran down her spine as the wolf sensed something that she couldn’t put a name to.

  “Got them.”

  Joslyn turned to the warm glow of a lamp, which provided soft light in the room that mingled seductively with the shadows. Instantly, the feeling of foreboding fled as she locked eyes with Cyanna. Her lips curved into a smile. It was like fate had conspired to create the perfect romantic evening.

  “I guess we’ll have a picnic by lamplight,” Cyanna said with a little laugh.

  Yes, Joslyn silently agreed, gaze traveling down Cyanna’s body as Cyanna loosened her tie. Her gaze lingered on Cyanna’s crotch, and for once, she noticed the bulge in her perfectly cut pants and wondered how she’d never noticed it.

  “I’m not taking hormones,” Cyanna said, and Joslyn quickly jerked her gaze away as her cheeks heated. “Nature just played a little trick on me, but I’m not angry. I realized I had the advantage over lesbians who liked to wear strap-ons.”

  Joslyn crossed the room. “You wear nice ties.” She grasped the end of the material, finding it was silk.

  “Take it off me, baby,” Cyanna urged softly.

  Joslyn hesitated and then traced a finger up the tie to the loosened knot, and slipped a finger inside to completely dislodge it. “May I undo the top button?”

  “The top two,” Cyanna said. “It’s been a very long day. When you’re done, take down your hair.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” she said softly. Joslyn undid the buttons and then removed the pins holding the fine locks in place. The strands rippled down, spilling over her breasts to cover them. “Do you like it like this?” She wore it up to keep it out of her way while she was working.

  “I like the knot, too,” Cyanna murmured as she reached out to tangle her fingers in a strand. She used it to bring Joslyn to her. “Are you certain you want to do this?”

  * * * *

  That alarm had been too easy, he thought as he crept to the open door. He’d grabbed a coat from his trunk that smelled of sweat and stale cigarettes.

  The scent of feminine arousal drifted to him as she stepped into the office. He heard the other woman speak and crept closer as he held his breath. Joslyn couldn’t be doing something stupid like letting that fucking woman touch her. She was the woman he’d chosen to have his children and be the queen of his home. She wasn’t a goddamned lesbian.

  * * * *

  Heart beating wildly, skin flushed, Joslyn said, “Yes.”

  Cyanna brushed her lips against Joslyn’s. The kiss was soft, skin touching skin. Joslyn’s eyes slid closed and her lips parted slightly. Cyanna’s tongue slipped into the humid depths and stroked against Joslyn’s. With a sigh, Joslyn’s arms curved around Cyanna’s neck as their tongues dueled.

  Joslyn followed Cyanna’s lead as her fingers played in the hair at the nape of her neck. Joslyn had learned many things in her S&M experiences. Of the ones that stuck was that she knew it was better to allow Cyanna to lead. The Domme’s job was to ignite the passion while the sub’s was to feed it.

  Cyanna tasted her slowly, heating her blood to boiling in her veins with a tongue that knew just how to thrust, to lick, to caress. Joslyn moaned softly, moving against Cyanna. Her pussy was moist and her clit began to throb in excitement.

  Cyanna trailed kisses over Joslyn’s jaw to the side of her neck as her fingers burrowed deeper into her hair. She nipped her delicate skin before sucking, the action going straight to Joslyn’s pussy.

  “Cyanna.” It was a husky breath. “I want to touch you.”

  “Touch me, Joslyn.”

  Her hands moved over Cyanna’s back, down to cup her firm ass. She squeezed and rubbed against Cyanna, feeling the rise in her pants.

  Cyanna nipped at her earlobe before whispering, “I really want you, Joss.”

  Joslyn leaned back to look up at her. “I want you, too.” She let the wolf have her way and rub against Cyanna. Cyanna gave her a little smile.

  “The first time shouldn’t be here,” she murmured.

  Joslyn lowered her lashes. “If it pleases you, the first time can be here,” she answered demurely. “I’d still want you anywhere.” She looked up again.

  “Such a little coquette.” Cyanna dragged the zipper of Joslyn’s dress down and peeled the bodice back to reveal a lacy, navy bra with sheer cups. She cupped Joslyn’s breasts in a kneading motion before pinching the already-er
ect tips.

  Joslyn gasped roughly and stroked her hands over Cyanna’s arms. Cyanna unclipped the bra. “Wear front clips from now on,” Cyanna ordered.

  “I don’t have any,” she said breathlessly.

  “We’ll take care of that, “ Cyanna said as she feasted her eyes on the flesh she’d just bared. “So beautiful.” She ran her hands reverently over the golden skin, flicking the nipples with her thumbs before pinching them again and then lowering her head to lick over one.

  Cyanna swirled her tongue around the areola before sucking the hard, taut peak. Joslyn hissed as pleasure shot through her. She locked her hand behind Cyanna’s head to hold her in place as she laved at the sensitive flesh before biting the tip. The pinch of pain sliced through Joslyn, and she gasped as delectation poured through her.

  Her juices flowed thick and easy from her and her breath came in jerky pants. “Oh Gods, yes.”

  Cyanna turned attention to the other peak and thumped it, drawing as gasp from Joslyn. The pain was a sensual delight that made her clit pulse and her womb clench. When Cyanna laved the rosy tip, Joslyn moaned softly.

  She pulled the short strands of Cyanna’s hair when her lips closed around a nipple. The pressure made her juices gush and dampen her panties. She pushed her chest out, seeking more pleasure as her blood began to boil in her veins.

  “Cyanna,” she cried thickly.

  Cyanna lifted her head and pushed Joslyn’s dress down so it pooled around her feet. “Such pretty lingerie,” she murmured and glided her hand down over the silk-covered mound of Joslyn’s ass. She squeezed and then gave her a slap. “Step out of the dress and then take off the panties. After that, turn around and put your hands on my desk.”

  Joslyn obeyed, shivering in anticipation. She loved a hard hand on her ass. It made her wet and high, but the first tap was light, barely a ripple across her nerves. The second was a sting that drew a gasp of delight from her. The third landed on the other cheek.

  “I like that,” Joslyn said breathlessly.

  “What do you like?” Cyanna asked.

  “The pain,” she admitted. A few light swats across the ass as a tease was what triggered her interest in S&M in college. Her introduction to it by her first girlfriend had been innocent enough, but her enjoyment of it had bloomed quickly.

  Cyanna hit her harder and Joslyn moaned. One tap on each cheek, and then harder taps that made her ass burn drew a harsh cry from her. Cyanna pulled her head back so their eyes met. “You’re getting so high, aren’t you, baby?”

  She panted, “Yes.” Her mind was slipping into a haze that obscured all rational thought, not that she was attempting it.

  A hard hand landed on her ass and she cried out. Her juices rushed from her and her clit throbbed.

  Cyanna squeezed her breast and gave the side a tap before landing another harder tap on her already-burning ass.

  “Fuck!” Joslyn whispered. She licked her lips, wanting more.

  Cyanna pressed against her and ran a hand down her damp slit. “So juicy,” she murmured, and then gave the outer lips of Joslyn’s pussy a tap. “You smell so good, I want to eat you.” She drew back and turned Joslyn to face her. She lifted her onto her desk. “Open your legs.”

  Joslyn did, her breathing ragged, her body ablaze with the fires of arousal.

  “Good girl.” Their lips brushed, and Cyanna’s parted, her tongue darting out to lick over Joslyn’s lips. Joslyn’s lips parted, allowing Cyanna’s tongue to slip into her hot mouth.

  Joslyn’s arms circled the long, graceful curve of Cyanna’s neck as she leaned into her. She moaned softly, reveling in the velvety feel of the older woman’s tongue against her own and the sure hands that stroked over her thighs.

  Cyanna trailed kisses along the side of Joslyn’s neck to where shoulder and neck met. Her tongue licked, warm and gentle, before her lips firmed and sucked at Joslyn’s succulent flesh.

  “Mmm.” Joslyn pushed a hand into Cyanna’s dark waves. She tugged at them unconsciously as she arched into her firm chest. “Cy.” Joslyn breathed out roughly as she tipped her head back and soft lips skimmed over her throat.

  Her fingers slid between Joslyn’s legs and brushed the dampness of her inner thigh. Then, Cyanna pressed her fingers up the damp slit to the swollen nubbin of her clit.

  Joslyn gasped. “Yes!”

  Cyanna sucked her throat as she pushed her fingers past the band of Joslyn’s panties. Joslyn’s breath came out in jagged pants as slim fingers whispered over her clit. Her hips jerked, her eyes closed, and her fingers clenched tighter in the silk of Cyanna’s hair.

  Joslyn drew in a ragged breath.

  Cyanna’s thumb pressed against her clit while one finger slid into her pussy through the sticky syrup.

  Joslyn gripped Cyanna’s shoulder with her free hand as she rolled her hips, trying to impale herself on Cyanna’s finger. “Please! Please!”

  Cyanna’s chuckle reached her ears through the rush of her pulse. “Do you want my fingers, Joslyn?”

  Joslyn nodded frantically and Cyanna gave her thigh a slap. “Yes. I want your fingers inside me.”

  “I’m going to eat all of your sweet cream.”

  Joslyn trembled, her womb clenching. “Please,” she begged for her pussy to be lapped at, fucked with Cyanna’s tongue.

  Cyanna withdrew her finger and pressed two back into the tight, clenching, humid depths. “Your pussy’s so tight, baby, it’s driving me crazy.” She pressed her thumb more firmly against Joslyn’s clit and fucked her with rough strokes. Joslyn writhed against Cyanna’s hand, gripped her hair and whimpered as she tried to grind against her.

  “Oh, fuck. Oh, yesss!” She mewled as Cyanna took her faster, slamming her fingers in, fucking her with dominant efficiency. Joslyn threw her head back as bliss started to engulf her, then Cyanna drew her fingers free.

  Cyanna bent to her knees and pushed Joslyn’s thighs open wider, exposing her slick pussy and erect clit to her gaze. She lowered her head and licked up Joslyn’s slit, keeping her eyes on Joslyn’s. Joslyn’s hips jerked and her thighs fell wider apart. “Do you like the feel of my tongue on your cunt, Joss?”

  Joslyn nodded. “Yes, Cy,” she said in a drowsed tone.

  Cyanna used two fingers to part the plump pussy lips before dipping her tongue between them and into the simmering depths of feminine heat. She fucked her with lazy strokes, drawing soft grunts from Joslyn before trailing her tongue up to the erect nubbin. She licked around it and Joslyn cried out, burying her hands in Cyanna’s hair.

  Cyanna’s tongue was a blade of pleasure as it circled her clit and lightly flickered over it. She licked over Joslyn’s pleasure button again and then stroked it with a slim finger before sucking it. Bliss shot through Joslyn, a sharp stab. She tried to thrust her hips up, but Cyanna held them down with an arm across them.

  “Cyanna!” She almost screamed from the increasing pleasure as a finger pushed into the cavern of her pussy. Damn, it was so good that she could combust into flames from the bliss. She pulled Cyanna’s hair as her tongue whipped up a conflagration in her that threatened to incinerate her.

  Then, Cyanna drove her fingers into Joslyn’s cunt. Joslyn cried out as rapture rolled over her. Her clit was so sensitive even Cyanna’s breath over it was a stroke of pleasure.

  “Oh, fuck. Yes!” Fingers thrust hard into her pussy as a warm tongue lashed her clit. Joslyn’s body tightened and she spiraled over the edge of reason with a low growl.

  Cyanna continued to pet her as her breathing slowly came back to normal. Cyanna withdrew her fingers and licked them slowly as she held Joslyn’s gaze. “Mmm. You taste as good as you smell.”

  Joslyn held her gaze, thinking how sexy that was, then she remembered the growl. Oh, no. Had Cyanna heard it, or realized that utterly satisfied sound had come from her? Her stomach knotted as Cyanna pulled her to her feet.

  “I don’t think I’m going to be able to get enough of you,” Cyanna murmured in that sexy, low voice of
hers, and Joslyn’s pussy clenched.

  “I think the feeling is mutual,” she said huskily.

  * * * *

  Hand still over his mouth as he stepped outside the building, he threw up on the way to his car. The images of Joslyn with her head thrown back, her legs open and that woman doing those things to her made him sick.

  He wiped his mouth on the sleeve of the jacket. He would forgive her, but he’d kill that woman if she didn’t walk away.

  The door slammed open behind him, and he jerked upright to look around. A woman was striding out into the parking lot with nightglow eyes. Son of a bitch. She wasn’t a wolf, or he’d have noticed it in her scent.

  “Who are you?” she called.

  The jackal inside him growled, bearing its teeth, but he shifted and ran for her before he could stop himself. Killing her wasn’t the initial plan, but it seemed like a good one now. He was black in his jackal form, and a big dog.

  He lunged at her when he got close enough. His momentum threw her to the ground. Her head bumped the concrete, dazing her. He drove his claws into her shoulder, pinning her down as he closed his teeth over her throat. He could taste her blood and the jackal felt victory, and scented fury.

  The wind blew, the rain beat down on them, and cold kissed the back of his neck, the fur protecting him from its bite. The delicate scent of her, of jasmine-rose, washed over him. The woman pushed against him, dislodging him from her jugular. The jackal raised its head, met glowing, dark-brown eyes, and then growled before going for her neck.

  She let out a low cry that was akin to an eagle’s cry, but he didn’t process it. His animal was blind with rage. He held her in place with his claws, determined to finish her here.

  Chapter Four

  “Cyanna?” Joslyn called from behind her, her voice fraught with concern.

  Cyanna did a partial shift. The long tail of the cynogryphon curled around the jackal’s neck. She pushed as she used her tail to tug him backward.