Hard Case

by J. Hali Steele

  “I hope it works out for you. Look, I have to go, my new boss runs a tight ship. Keeps his eyes on us constantly out there.”

  “Hey, if there’s a problem, let me know right away.”

  Tres wondered at the odd look her friend gave her before she left. But she couldn’t think about it now. Her mind was full of vampyres and lions.

  She sat at the desk and thought about Case. She hoped he didn’t keep too close of an eye on the hostesses. Christ, now I’m sounding jealous. She wasn’t the possessive type and she intended to remain free of any ties for life.

  She’d seen mated males in action when it came to someone messing with their female—they went ballistic. And deadly. Lost-limbs deadly.

  Case knocked on the door before he poked his head in. “We’re done up front, so I’m out of here unless you need me.”

  “No, you’re okay to go,” Tres said. “I have to finish up some paperwork.” And I hope the vamp comes for me again tonight. Literally. Tres melted as she thought about it. She wondered what he hid behind the glamour. It didn’t matter, this would be the last time.

  She would wait around to see if the man of mystery made an appearance. She thought about the one who’d stood in front of her, and felt the floodgates open between her thighs. How was it possible to be so hot and bothered, by two individuals so damn different? Tres couldn’t figure out why she wanted this cat.

  But she wanted the white-hot heat of her vampyre too. His fingers deep inside her, primed with her juices. She could smell… Shit! Work piled on her desk needed to be done and she was daydreaming.

  Finished checking the last stack of bills, Tres decided she’d waited long enough. She got ready to go home.

  Before she opened the door to leave, she knew Case was out there. Her cat told her—the leopard screamed to be let loose. What her beast felt for the lion didn’t make sense.

  * * * * *

  He left work happy. She wanted him. The vampyre him. But he also read she felt the same way for the cat. She was torn between both. Only he and Alek knew they were one and the same. He waited outside for her again, determined this time to see her home, learn more about her. Jackass, a day ago you were leaving. Now he hoped to walk her home.

  The game seemed pointless now. Something had gone terribly wrong. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get her out of his mind.

  Case’s heart skipped a beat when she appeared.

  “I won’t take no for an answer tonight.”

  “I didn’t plan on saying no.” A smile lit her eyes. “Come on.” She led him to the edge of the wooded area. They were safe here. Reign patrolled the area and kept it clear of transgressors and rogue vampyres. Case had trained with the warriors and he was an Elder with great vampyre powers. He could handle anything nature threw his way.

  Tres stepped beyond the tree line and continued to walk. “You coming?”

  She caught him off guard. Case expected her to change. “Sure.” Catching up, he shortened his steps.

  He wanted to know about the one who brought her pain. How to get that information without letting on he’d read her mind wouldn’t be easy. That part of her past she’d buried deep in her subconscious and Case wasn’t able to reach it.

  The stars were bright and moonlight filtered through the canopy of leaves. A warm desert breeze ruffled her neon hair. Her steps were sure and quiet. “I love the woods at night,” she said, her voice a whisper.

  The sound of it brought his shaft throbbing to life. Case wanted to take her right there, in the woods on a bed of leaves. His beast rampaged back and forth and clawed to be set free.

  “Did your last place of employment have space for you to allow your cat freedom?” His eyes probed her, waiting for an answer. Her eyes went blank and sadness swept across her face.

  “No.”

  “Tell me about it.”

  “There’s nothing to tell.”

  “Must have been something you liked about it? Someone?”

  “Look, Case, I love my job and I like being free. No one will ever lock me up again. I need my freedom. Do you understand?” Her eyes glistened. It tore at his heart and he hated it. This had gone all wrong. But he did get one piece of information. Locked up? That alone would do him no good. He needed to know more.

  Case hadn’t realized they reached a small cabin with a dim light on by the door. One wicker rocker sat lonely on the porch. It was rustic and very well kept. Corporate would have seen to that.

  “Thank you, Case, have a good night.” She disappeared inside before he had a chance to respond.

  His first thought was to follow her but that was a bad idea. What would he say? He couldn’t tell her the truth about who he was. His friend was right, when Tres found out she’d do more than scratch his eyes out.

  He released his lion. Cream-colored fur covered his extremities and rushed up his torso. His snout emerged and tufted ears pulled his emerald eyes into a slant. Whiskers flickered around his mouth which hung open, tasting the air around him. Case folded his body and let his large paws hit the ground. The lion ran at full speed.

  The sound of night creatures in the woods inundated him. He reached a clearing and skidded to a stop. With his head held high he roared to release the pain that settled in his chest.

  Every animal within hearing distance grew quiet.

  * * * * *

  Case hadn’t let his vampyre visit her tonight because he wanted to see if she’d go for the other him—the lion. Then he’d know. Know what? That she desired his cat. Hell, confusion settled on him again. Walking her home had been a big mistake. Tres craved his beast but she fought it. Shouldn’t he be happy?

  He’d thought they’d change into their animals and run together, maybe even… What? That hadn’t happened. His balls ached with fullness.

  It didn’t help he’d visited one of the private rooms during his shift, and the performers were the best.

  He’d watched two Kind fuck each other blind. Then they changed into their tigers and copulated in their natural form. It drove him insane with lust. His own beast had roared and ripped at him for release. The cat wanted its mate.

  It made him think of Tres’ snow leopard. His lion wouldn’t mind his feet in the cold snow if he covered her back. Oh yeah, you’ve gone off the deep end now. He chuckled at the picture he conjured up. A lion in winter.

  His cock stood at full mast. Maybe tonight he’d take care of himself. Case enjoyed masturbating. He liked to fondle his warm balls and stroke his stiffness until he came.

  He lay on his bed and ran his hand up and down his shaft. He pulled at himself slowly. As he cupped the palm of his hand across the mushroom tip of his stiff cock, a drop of liquid seeped from him. Green hair floated through his mind. He couldn’t get the image of her luscious body out of his head. He reached for his balls with his other hand and massaged them hard. He smelled her. He heard her breathe lightly as though she slept.

  Shit!

  Case lay beside her. A dream. He’d pulled her into his dream. Draga. She was his true mate, his life’s flame.

  He could wake up or he could let it go all the way. And take her with him. He decided to take her with him. The scene he wanted to create he’d envisioned since the second time he had her.

  To see her perform.

  He wanted to bring her out of her shell, to be the first one with her when she knew someone watched. The passion was in her and he wanted to see it. As himself—the lion. He wouldn’t allow the vampyre out to play tonight. He wanted her to smell him, taste him. After all, to her this would be a dream.

  I’ll show her I don’t have fleas.

  “Come with me,” he whispered in her ear.

  “What?” Tres murmured sleepily.

  “I want to take you somewhere.”

  “Case?”

  “Yes.”

  * * * * *

  Restless as hell, Tres lay in her bed, eyes wide open. Sleep felt a long way off. Her mystery man didn’t come for her. It was prob
ably better this way. Sure her vamp had moved on to a newer conquest, she could now devote full time to the cat she planned to conquer, and hold, for a little while. She wasn’t so sure about that now.

  She shouldn’t have let him walk her home. Tres wasn’t ready for what had happened tonight. The questions made her think of the last cat she cared for and what he’d done to her. She’d declared to Case she needed to be free. Did he understand? If not, she wouldn’t be able to handle it. There was no way she’d let herself be trapped again.

  Keeping her mind off the lion was harder than it should be. She wondered if he watched or performed.

  The fact he had initially visited the club with his friend didn’t tell her much one way or the other. She knew Alek sometimes used the private rooms. He loved to perform. Known in these parts as the BMOC—big man on compound—the Siberian tiger was hung like a horse. He and Tres had run into each other occasionally but like she told Hol, there was no attraction between the two of them. Instead, they’d become good friends.

  Alek and the owner of The Looking Glass were friends and he’d recommended her for the position because he knew she was looking for a quiet, respectable place to settle into. And Tres was good at her job.

  Case, since he’d shown up with Alek, was most likely into the scene.

  She finally drifted to sleep wondering what side of the mirror he played on.

  * * * * *

  Tres was dreaming. About Case. She must really be hot for this cat. Damn, her nostrils were full of his scent. He smelled real.

  “Open your eyes,” she heard him say.

  She opened them to find herself lying naked in a performer’s room. And someone was watching her. She knew because the small light over the mirror blinked green, which meant there were patrons in the watchers’ room. She wasn’t ready for this.

  It’s only a dream, it’s not real.

  “Yes, you’re ready. It’s only a dream, baby. Show me, show them, how good you are.”

  “I can’t do this.”

  “You can. Do it for me.” Case lay beside her on the bed. He leaned over her and took a nipple into his mouth. He nipped at it with his teeth but made sure his fangs stayed put. He suckled on her peak until she moaned, her body arched against his. She whimpered as he lavished the other bud with licks and sucks as his tongue swirled around her areola.

  He took away the mirror on their side so they could see the couple in the watchers’ room. Three more walls of mirrors surrounded them. Case watched as the man’s eyes turned from his and he gave his partner’s diamond-hard nipples the same treatment Case had given Tres’. He sucked them with abandon while she forced more at him. The man’s tongue lapped at the woman’s cleavage.

  “Please.” Tres moaned under him.

  “Please what?”

  “I…”

  “I know what you want.” And Case wanted it too. To taste her pussy. He smelled the aroma that slipped from her canal and soaked her nether lips. He took his time and kissed his way down her body. His tongue stole her musky essence as it moved across her stomach. He played in her bellybutton and drew delightful sounds from her. Her salty taste tempted him like no other. It urged him on to more flavorful exploration.

  He reached her soft mound and moved his lips over the light fuzz there. He raised his head to look at her. The golden, honey-blonde hair in front of him glistened beautifully with moisture left by his mouth.

  Case couldn’t get enough. He forced her legs open and dived into the tastiest pussy in the world. His tongue slid through her juicy folds. Tres’ scent surrounded him.

  His lion roared and clawed at him to be let go. No way was he going to let the beast out. Case drew nourishment from the creamy secretions and continued to lap at her. His mouth searched out hidden places that made her ass writhe across the bed.

  He turned his head to the watchers’ room and saw the man’s head dip between his partner’s thighs. He wanted to see the woman’s pussy drip, her savory liquid slide into the man’s mouth.

  Case reached into the man’s mind and suggested he lift the woman’s legs even higher. He needed to watch the man’s tongue dart in and out of the woman’s hot canal. The man lifted his partner’s legs and spun her ass to face him and Tres. He kept one leg high and the other pressed up against her body. Her pink pussy lips shone with jewellike drops of fluid.

  “Oh yeah,” he groaned. Case was in heaven seeing the thick labia of the woman. His own tongue prodded and stabbed at Tres’ wet pussy. What he received from her was glorious. The juice flowed into his mouth and made him want more. He’d never get enough of this woman. He delved so deep, his teeth scraped against her clit and sent her body into overdrive. She arched up and against his lips. Her body quivered and he felt Tres come. For the first time tonight.

  She’d come so many more times, she would beg him to stop. He’d make sure of it.

  He intended to overload her senses with feeling. He’d have her perform and enjoy it. And she’d watch. He looked at the couple in the other room. The man’s head was still buried between his partner’s legs. The man lifted his head to get a breath of air and he turned to watch Case feed at Tres’ pussy before his lips disappeared back into his partner’s sweetness.

  * * * * *

  “Mmm,” Tres crooned as she shoved her hips into Case’s face. She wanted to feel his tongue caress her pussy lips. She glanced at the mirror and wondered who watched. She saw the glass was clear and panicked. NO! The couple she had watched with her vampyre lover. She didn’t want them to see her with Case. It felt like a violation.

  “No,” Tres cried.

  “It’s okay, baby. Let them see you.” She let him pull her to the edge of the bed, her pussy angled right at the watchers’ room. The excitement of them gazing at the slickness between her thighs filled her with delight. She never knew it would feel like this.

  She couldn’t pull her eyes from the woman who squirmed under her partner. Her nipples shone, wet with the man’s saliva. Tres thought she heard the woman sigh but knew that wasn’t possible.

  “Yes.” Case calmed her with his voice. She relaxed as he dipped his tongue further into her honey pot. “So good,” she heard him murmur against her as he slowly teased her clit.

  Tres lost all control. She didn’t care anymore. She needed him. His mouth, his tongue, his cock—she wanted it all. She reached for his head, her nails scratching hard against his scalp as she buried her fingers in his long ashy waves. She thrust her hips high and pulled him tighter to her pussy.

  She turned to see the man look at her before his head dipped between his partner’s wide-open legs. His mouth clamped on the woman’s nether lips with vigor. He used his mouth, his tongue and his hand. He’d brought his fingers down to hold her open while he licked at the entrance to her vagina. The woman dripped. She bucked her hips up and looked for more.

  Tres’ blood began to pound through her veins. This was what she wanted. Freedom. Abandon.

  And the man who lapped at her moist channel gave her that. He didn’t care that she would come hard watching another man give someone pleasure. He didn’t care that her pussy leaked in his mouth while she saw another woman have hers licked until Tres was frantic with the need for release herself.

  But it’s a dream.

  “More, give me more.” She dug her heels into the bed and ground her pelvis into his face. She forced his mouth to take more of her.

  Tres let it all go.

  She let go of her inhibitions. Her body moved, her butt lifted up, her legs opened wider to give Case’s mouth total access to the sweetness she held hidden there. She looked down at him, her hands in his hair. He used his tongue like a cock. He stabbed it in and out of her. He paused occasionally to suck on her bud, run his tongue over her clit. Her eyes met his. Heaven.

  “Tell me you like it, tell me.” His voice was muffled, pressed against her wetness.

  “Oh God, I love it. Show them how good it is. Taste it, Case.” She rocked her body back and f
orth into his mouth.

  “Look, baby, see what he’s doing to her. Watch his tongue lick her. He wishes he could taste your pussy.” Tres moaned louder when she turned her head to look. She liked what she saw. Even though she had just come, she raised her body up and arched into his mouth, ready to give him more. She felt as if she would disintegrate.

  Case wanted more.

  She was so light he didn’t even have to call on his extraordinary strength to lift her. He grasped her hips and flipped them so that he was underneath, her pussy straddling his mouth. Now she faced the couple who watched them. Her knees were planted beside his head, and he never missed a stroke. She tasted so damn good.

  “Oh God, Case, I’m coming,” Tres yelled. He knew she saw the man’s tongue darting in and out of the woman’s pussy. It drove her right over the edge. She couldn’t get enough. Her body had built so quickly toward another climax. When Tres came, it was fantastic. A hot spring of juice poured sweetness into his waiting mouth.

  Tres rode his tongue like a cock when she came the second time. Case loved it. Seeing the couple in the other room turned him on so much, he was ready to explode. But when he came, he’d be buried in her slick channel. He held back.

  He raised her and moved into a sitting position, his back against the bed’s headboard. Tres faced him and straddled his lap. He didn’t try to enter her yet. Now he looked at the couple in front of them. And she could watch their reflection through the mirror behind the head of the bed. Case wanted to see the woman take the man’s huge penis. Reaching between their bodies, he grasped his own rigid staff tightly around the base. He wanted to be ready to enter Tres at the same time. He speared two fingers deep inside her and watched.

  “He’s going to fuck her now, baby. Can you see it?” He looked at the expression on Tres’ face and saw the need gleam in her eyes as she watched the man prepare to enter his partner’s soaked canal. “See his cock leaking? He wants her so bad. Watch. He’ll bury it in her.” Case felt Tres’ sheath tighten around his fingers.

  She didn’t take her eyes from the couple. The man rubbed his hardness, ready to enter the woman’s dripping core. Case wanted to be in Tres.