Feral Magnetism

by Lacey Savage

  “Oh, it’s definitely just you,” he assured her. Since he’d met her, his emotions had swerved wildly from the urge to throttle her, to the urge to fuck her senseless. He hadn’t been anywhere near this wound up before she strolled through the door of the “Blow Me Away” mechanical shed.

  “Angelina?” Eve murmured into the microphone. “Can you hear me, hon?”

  A hollow, plastic sound echoed nearby. J.C. slowed his pace, scanning the area. Here, so far away from the center of the park, the sounds of merriment and male groans echoed with no more than a dim buzz.

  “If you’re there, please say something. I’m worried about you.”

  The fuzzy white noise sounded closer now. Something crunched under J.C.’s foot. He stopped and peered at the smooth dark asphalt. There, barely visible in the dark lay another microphone identical to the one Eve held close to her lips.

  He knelt and picked up the broken pieces. “I don’t think she’ll be able to answer you.”

  Eve’s face drained of color. She snatched the object from his hand, her lips hardening into a thin line. “I told you she was in danger. If only you’d let me get to her sooner I might have been able to --”

  A cascade of giggles, loud and crystalline, cut off the rest of Eve’s words. A sharp gasp and a moan followed in quick succession.

  Eve dropped both microphones and ran toward the sound, J.C. close on her heels. They careened around the side of the flatbed and stopped beside the open door of the truck.

  “Well, I’ll be damned.” J.C. ran both his hands through his hair and peered inside the cab. The smell of sweat and thick, eager arousal assaulted his senses. “Looks like your friend was in danger after all. The imminent danger of impending orgasm.”

  * * *

  Eve was almost at the park gate before J.C. caught up to her. Another few minutes and she’d have been able to leave this place, and him, behind. The van she and Angelina had arrived in waited on a side road not too far from the Hard Delights’ entrance. She could have hopped in, driven away, and called Angelina in the morning.

  Angelina… who obviously hadn’t needed her help.

  “Slow down a second, will you?”

  J.C.’s gruff voice was laced with amusement. Anger rolled up into Eve’s gut. A slow burn scorched her cheeks at the memory of Griffin flat on his back in the cab of the fireworks truck, Angelina riding his cock with the same fervor she might have ridden a mechanical bull at their favorite hangout.

  Eve kept walking, elbowing through people as she made her way toward the front gate. It loomed ahead, dark and ominous against the cloudy night sky. “Why? I found what I came for. I’m out of here.”

  He gripped her shoulder, hard enough to make her halt in mid-step. “You know I can’t let you leave.”

  Eve gritted her teeth and spun around to face him. Neon light from a nearby streetlamp spilled over his features, bathing him in brilliant white light. “Are we having that discussion again? You can’t keep me prisoner here. As Brad said, I didn’t see anything.”

  “You’ll forgive me if I find that hard to believe.” He hadn’t released her shoulder, but his grip loosened and he slid his hand down the length of her arm, pausing when he came to her wrist. His touch sent a shiver down her spine. An answering longing thrummed deep in her pussy.

  Despite her earlier assurances to the contrary, she believed he was dangerous. Oh, he wouldn’t hurt her, she was sure of that. But the smoldering blue eyes and the way he watched her, as though prepared to devour her whole, frightened her. Her body responded to his on a primal level. Her nipples tightened, rubbing against the fabric of her dress.

  “I didn’t come here to spy on you, if that’s what you were thinking.”

  “Right. You came for your friend.”

  Eve searched his voice for a hint of skepticism or irony, but found neither, so she nodded. She had no illusions about J.C.’s motives for helping her find Angelina. It had been obvious he’d needed to keep an eye on her while she wandered through the park, but how long could he keep this up? Was he going to follow her to her apartment? To work the next morning? The prospect was absurd.

  A flutter of apprehension rose in her belly along with an image of J.C. strolling into her bedroom, shedding his clothes and curling up on her king-sized bed. Her breath quickened and she shook her head to dislodge the image, but it seemed to have settled behind her eyes. She could see him every time she blinked, the perfect length of his hard body, the magnificent cock jutting out from the thick patch of curls.

  “I’m not going to keep having the same argument with you,” Eve insisted when she could finally trust her voice. “It’s late, and I have to work tomorrow. I need to get home.”

  J.C.’s eyes crinkled at the edges. It was the closest she’d come to seeing him smile, she realized with a start.

  “You have to work on a Saturday?”

  Eve swore inwardly. She didn’t have to go to the lab on the weekend, but she would if it meant getting away from here as quickly as possible. She nodded, not trusting her voice to utter yet another lie.

  “It’s already almost 2 AM.” The hand on her arm slid to her hip. She stiffened while energy coursed through her veins, making her fingers tingle with the need to reach out and touch him in return. “Why not stay just a little bit longer?”

  A man with skin the color of dark ebony pushed past J.C. His muscles screamed for attention, encased in a white tee shirt that showed them off to their full advantage. Just a few hours ago, Eve would have turned her head to follow the man’s progress through the crowd, mentally undressing him as he walked. Yet now her gaze remained fixed on J.C., whose angular features and mass of wavy hair falling almost to his broad shoulders held her interest like a set of raw muscles could never do. Damn. This wasn’t good. Not good at all.

  J.C. took a step closer, filling her line of sight with his body. Heat radiated from him, tore through her defenses. She gnawed at her lower lip and tried to avoid his gaze, but she knew she couldn’t deny him anything he asked. Worse yet, she didn’t want to.

  His mouth lowered to within a breath of hers. She could swipe his lip with her tongue if she tried. They’d been this close once before, but he hadn’t kissed her then. Would he kiss her now?

  Eve decided she didn’t want to wait to find out. She encircled her arms around his neck and pulled him down the remaining fraction of an inch until their mouths melded together, tongues reaching, tasting, flicking over one another. Arousal coiled in her stomach, thrummed in her pussy. Cream coated her panties. A sound echoed around them, emanating from where their lips met. She was moaning. The impact of that knowledge sent another rush of heat down to her pulsing inner muscles.

  She broke away just long enough to ask, “Where? Where can we go?”

  J.C. glanced over his shoulder to the “Blow Me Away” mechanical shack. They would have to go through a throng of people to get there. It would take minutes. She couldn’t wait that long.

  Eve shook her head. “Somewhere else. Somewhere closer.” She hated the pleading note that crept into her tone, but she couldn’t have hidden it from him even if she’d tried. Her entire body hummed with arousal, throbbed with need.

  For him. For a werewolf.

  The thought was too astounding to contemplate, and her brain wasn’t willing to think about anything but what was about to happen between them. She saw the answering arousal in his own eyes, the hunger lying in wait just beneath the dark edges of his gaze.

  “Follow me.” He took her hand and led her to a nearby circular, spinning, twisting ride. The name on the flickering green neon sign read “The Sucking Vortex of Ecstasy.” She was too distracted to even chuckle.

  They ducked out of sight beneath a ledge at the base of the “Vortex” that reached just below Eve’s chin. Shadows obscured them from view. Above, the metal whirl of the ride drowned out the noises from the park. It would also drown out the sounds of her pleasure.

  She shuddered with anticipation. “Yes,
here. This is good.”

  “It’s only going to get better.”

  She chuckled, hoping the sound would mask the hint of nervousness that managed to trickle through her arousal. “This arrogance seeping from your every pore… is that a werewolf thing? A guy thing? Or what?”

  He knelt and tugged on her hand until she crouched low to the ground. His hand slid up her thigh, under her dress, spreading her legs wide. Cupping her mound in his palm through the cotton of her panties, he grinned a predatory grin that glimmered white even in the obscuring shadows.

  God, she loved that grin.

  “I’m not going to answer that… not with words, anyway.”

  “Oh.” She gasped as his finger smoothed down along the edge of her panties, then slipped beneath to touch the wet heat of her engorged pussy lips. “Oh…”

  “You’re so wet.” His voice held a hint of wonder, as if he marveled that he could incite that kind of response in anyone. Or maybe he was simply surprised he could have that kind of effect on a woman.

  “You made me that wet.” She bit her lip, wondering if she shouldn’t have said anything. This was sex. Just sex. They shouldn’t even be talking. It wasn’t like she was going to see him again.

  He looped his fingers under the elastic and peeled her underwear down over her hips slowly as she rose slightly to help him. Throwing the cotton panties to the ground with one hand, he used the other to spread her labia open. She felt her cream coat his fingers while a new wave of liquid heat trickled down the inside of her thigh.

  Oh, God. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this turned on. Was it the man? The beast she knew to be lying just beneath that controlled exterior? Or was it something else?

  Perhaps it was nothing more than the sexual energy in the air. Everywhere she’d turned, she’d seen men enjoying each other’s bodies. Hell, even J.C. and Brad had been fucking when she’d first met them. Why was she going to be the only person in Hard Delights to not have an orgasm tonight?

  “I bet you taste as sweet as you feel,” J.C. murmured. She could barely hear him over the noise of the machine above.

  She didn’t have to answer, but she whimpered in reply anyway. His mouth clamped down on her pussy, the tip of his tongue snaking out to delve into the crevice leading to the opening to her soaked channel. She grabbed hold of his hair with shaking hands, digging her fingernails into his scalp. If she hurt him, he didn’t show it.

  His hot tongue speared her opening, sweeping inside her until she gasped, her knees buckling beneath her. He lapped at her with long, thick strokes, as though finally devouring her whole. She felt the beginnings of her orgasm begin to coil in her belly, thrumming and pounding against the inner walls of her pussy.

  “Fill me. Please.”

  She wasn’t sure if he heard her, but soon he had a finger poised at her entrance, circling her opening with the tip. His tongue moved up to her clit, swirled around the hard nub as his finger speared her cunt. It slid in easily so he added a second, and then a third. The intrusion stretched her gently. She gasped and clenched her inner walls in response. “Yes. Oh, J.C. Yes!”

  He caught the plump edge of her pussy lip between his teeth and tugged as his fingers thrust inside her. She groaned. A bead of sweat rolled down her temple and into her cleavage.

  Applying more pressure than before, he skimmed the ridge of her clit with the tip of his tongue. Eve’s pussy ached with barely controlled desire as he repeated the motion. She was so close… so desperately, unbearably close.

  And then she was over the edge, floating on a scream wrought from her throat against her will. The orgasm started low in her belly and uncoiled through her veins until she was shaking, shuddering from the overwhelming release… in his arms.

  She didn’t know when he’d risen, or when he’d wrapped her in his arms, but there she was, her body convulsing from the power of her orgasm and his warm hands rubbing circles down her back. He kissed the top of her head. The gesture wasn’t sexual. It was… comforting.

  A flicker of panic rushed through her. Something wet hit her chest. She raised her hand to swipe away the sweat and realized it wasn’t more perspiration. Tears ran unheeded down her cheeks.

  Embarrassment flooded her as thoroughly as her orgasm had only moments earlier. She untangled herself from his embrace and stood, hitting her head on the top of the ledge. She gritted her teeth against the pain and smoothed her dress, avoiding his gaze.

  She ducked low to avoid the ledge again, intending to head straight for the gate without looking back. The reality of what she’d done was too much to bear. She’d never lost control like that. It wasn’t just unnerving. It was humiliating.

  Though she still wore her clothes, she felt vulnerable, naked in every sense.

  J.C. grabbed her wrist and she fought the urge to break away. He was going to try to stop her again. They’d had this argument too many times and she was drained, physically and mentally. She had no more arguing inside her.

  Not knowing if she could face him, she didn’t turn around.

  J.C.’s breath warmed the back of her neck. “Come back next week.”

  He released her hand, and Eve didn’t wait to see if he’d say more. She did the only thing she could.

  She ran.

  Chapter Five

  The colored lights of Vernon, Connecticut, glittered outside Eve’s office window like stars in the night sky. They made her think of the moon, auspiciously absent tonight, which in turn made her think of J.C.

  She sighed and pushed away a stack of paperwork. Everything made her think of J.C.

  She rose from her desk and threw a white lab coat over her charcoal pantsuit before leaving her office. The hallway, painted a pale peach color thought to be comforting to visiting research and development donors, was empty at this time of night. Eve should have gone home long ago, but the only things that awaited her in her apartment were a frozen dinner, an empty bed, and another lonely sleepless night.

  Glass doors slid open noiselessly at Eve’s approach. A woman wearing a lab coat identical to Eve’s stood in the central laboratory, peering intently into a microscope. She looked young, too young to be a scientist.

  She glanced up when Eve entered. “Doctor Benning? Is there something I can do for you?”

  Eve waved her away. “No, thank you…”

  “Bonnie.”

  Eve smiled. “Right. Bonnie. You’re Daniel’s new research assistant, aren’t you?”

  A faint crimson blush stained Bonnie’s cheeks as she nodded, making Eve wonder whether she and the head of the Kraus Genetics Foundation were more than lab buddies. She pushed the unwanted mental image away. What Daniel did in his spare time was none of her business. Still, the girl seemed so… young. In reality, she must have been at least twenty-one. Daniel had probably picked her from a hundred qualified applicants willing to do anything for an internship at his prestigious genetics research foundation.

  “Don’t let me interrupt your work.” She tried to match the girl’s cheery grin. “I just came to check on my latest test subjects.”

  “Yes, Doctor Benning. Let me know if there’s anything you need.”

  Eve made her way past rows of microscopes each designed to perform a different function and stopped in front of a stainless steel table that ran the length of an entire wall. She picked up a test tube, held it to the harsh neon light and glanced at the white powdery residue coating the inside of the glass.

  “Your spores doing okay?”

  Eve jumped at the sound of the unexpected masculine voice, almost dropping the test tube. Instinctively, she brought her hand up to her chest, trying to calm her hammering heart before she turned to face her boss.

  “I hadn’t heard you come in.”

  Daniel shrugged, nonchalantly. “I think you and I need to talk.”

  Eve bristled. Placing the tube back among a circular container holding eleven others, she willed herself not to say anything impulsive. Daniel Kraus had never beli
eved in her research. Using fungus spores to predict the spread of common airborne viruses seemed ludicrous to him, and outside the immediate interest of his facility. Unfortunately for him, the United States government, whose health officials hoped she might discover a way to stop, or at least slow the progress of airborne biological warfare, funded her research.

  “Why?” she asked at last, turning to face him.

  His gaze swept over her from head to toe. “You’ve been working too hard.”

  She took a deep breath and met his eyes evenly. In his late thirties, Daniel Kraus had the kind of imposing presence that made interns, both male and female, swoon when he entered a room. Brown hair cropped short over his ears showed only a hint of gray at the temples, while his hazel eyes danced as though he always had some sort of secret to impart to anyone willing to listen. His full lips often twitched in amusement, serving to accentuate that impression.

  “We all work hard, Daniel. It’s what you pay us for.”

  He pushed his hands into the pockets of his lab coat and bounced lightly on the balls of his feet. “Ah, but that’s not all you do, is it?”

  Memories of J.C.’s mouth clamped on her cunt, his fingers thrusting inside her eager channel assaulted Eve from all sides. Sensation coursed through her, tightening her nipples, making liquid heat gush from between her thighs. She pressed her lips together, hoping the sudden wave of arousal didn’t show on her face.

  Fat chance of that.

  Eve fought to lighten her tone, pushing away images of J.C.’s flat abs, his broad shoulders, his dark eyes. “I have no idea what you mean, and I don’t think my personal life is an appropriate topic of conversation.”

  Daniel grinned, showing perfect white teeth. The smile was predatory, reminding her -- like everything else -- of J.C. “Sure it is. At least, it is at four in the morning.”

  Eve glanced at her watch, holding back a groan. When had it gotten so late? She looked over Daniel’s shoulder for Bonnie, but she was nowhere in sight. She must have realized it was way past her bedtime, too.

  “Fine. You want me to go home? I’ll go home.”