by Mina Carter
She nodded and laughed. The soft sound was melodious in the night air and Cy was entranced. It was a new feeling for the Pixie. Usually humans were entranced by him, not the other way around.
"Yeah, a little. I mean, come on. Me and someone like you?"
The nerves in her voice were enough to melt even the most hardened heart. His thumb stroked over her cheek in a gentle caress even as his lips curled into a sly smile. "You mean a bad boy like me?" he asked and leaned in to kiss her again.
This time he didn't bother with gentle. He crushed her lips under his and took what he wanted.
She didn't struggle, just opened up to him with a sexy little mewl in the back of her throat. He stroked his tongue along hers in an erotically charged dance, keeping her off balance as he gathered one of her legs up against his hip. His fingers hooked behind her knee for the lift then slid under the velvet.
She gasped at the bold touch but didn't stop him. His hand slid higher as he moved to nibble on her lower lip, then planted small kisses along her jaw. His sharp teeth nipped lightly at her earlobe as his fingertips smoothed over the rounded curve of her ass.
Oh my god, she wasn't wearing panties. Cy's arousal hit the stratosphere. So much for the 'touch me not' attitude, she'd come out expecting some action! He moaned against the soft skin of her throat and ground his hips against her. A red mist descended. All he could think about was busting his cock into her willing softness. He literally ached, shaking from head to foot as his fingers ventured further.
"Oh yeah baby, that's it," he murmured in encouragement as she whimpered and rocked her hips against his hand. Then, finally, he reached his goal and swept his fingers along her feminine folds. But, instead of the arousal slicked cleft he was expecting, his fingers touched hot, damp satin.
She was wearing a thong.
He should have been disappointed but, bizarrely, he wasn't. He was relieved she wasn't some bored and easy housewife looking for a cheap thrill. He pressed against the heated satin covering her clit and was rewarded with a shuddering whimper.
"Oh...yes, god yes."
Cy changed the pressure, rubbing in tiny circles over the sensitive flesh until she was gasping and moaning in his arms. Her hips rocked against his hand. A silent demand for more.
"Oh yeah, you like that, don't you baby?" he whispered against her ear then kissed behind it, seeking the spot there that made her squirm in pleasure. His free hand smoothed up her curves and cupped her breast.
"Fuck, you've got great tits. All I can think about is kissing them and sucking on your nipples..."
"Mhhhmmm," was her only response and the satin under Cy's fingers grew hotter and wetter as her arousal increased. She was so sensitive it was unreal. "Yes, please. The dress...stretches." The Pixie didn't need a second invitation. Within a heartbeat he hooked his fingers into the neckline of her dress and pulled it down. Fabric tore, ripped in his haste, but Cy didn't care. He was too busy staring at the glorious sight revealed to him to care about anything else.
The perfect mounds of her breasts rose above a delicate lace demi-bra designed to drive any red- blooded man wild. Cy's mouth went dry. He reached out a shaking hand to trail his fingertips along the satin edging of the cup.
She didn't say anything, didn't make a move to stop him. Instead her head dropped back, her eyes fluttering closed as she willingly gave herself up to his touch.
Yes! She was his. Cy snapped out of his trance and moved in for the kill. Anyone could walk past and break the mood. And he knew if that happened he'd never get her back into his position. Not easily anyway, certainly not offering him her half-naked breasts whilst he had his hand up her skirt. She'd be too embarrassed.
Whatever magic had her here now he didn't know and he didn't care. Might—or guile—made right.
"You're beautiful." His whisper was heartfelt as he bent his head to place a gentle kiss on the soft, creamy flesh of her cleavage. Christmas Eve and he had a willing woman in his arms. That had to be the best Christmas present in the world...well, bar being part of a family. That was the thing Cy wanted most in the world. To feel like he belonged again. This wasn't it but, for a little while, he could pretend.
It was the work of a second to slide his fingers into her bra and push the lace out of the way. A sigh whispered from his lungs as her nipple was released from captivity. Taut and puckered it was dusky against the pale skin of the rounded globe.
Cy licked his lips and leaned in. He swirled his tongue around the tight bud at the same moment he swept his fingers under the damp satin of her thong. She started in surprise at the dual assault. But Cy wasn't finished yet, not by a long shot. He drew her nipple into his mouth, rolling the sensitive bud against the back of his teeth, as his fingers stroked along the folds of her pussy.
He found her clit and smiled at the strangled whimper that escaped her throat as he circled it. Liquid heat met his fingers as explored further. She was hot and wet, more than ready for him.
His cock twitched in his pants. It would be so easy to push that satin aside, free himself and slide into her here and now. Seat himself to the hilt and fuck her right there up against his car.
*
Oh god, she was going to come. Right here and now. In a car park, up against the side of a car with a stranger's hand in her panties. She tried to hold back her moans as his lips paid homage to her breasts. He moved from one to the other as his clever fingers circled her clit in erotic little circles. Unbidden her hips rocked against his hand. A silent demand for more, far more.
Teresa opened her eyes and tried to focus through the sensual haze that had enveloped her. She couldn't believe this was happening. She didn't normally do things like this. Not impulsive, seat of the pants, dangerously erotic things like practically having sex with a guy she didn't know within an hour of meeting him.
His eyes caught hers as he straightened up, his handsome face set into grim lines. It was the sort of look she would have quailed at before. Would now, if not for the smoldering desire she could see in the peacock blue.
"Come for me." His deep voice urged her on, his breath fanning the soft skin of her neck in hot waves. Out of sight under her velvet skirt his fingers continued to work their magic. Stroking back and forth across her clit; each stroke making her pussy clench tightly. She needed something more, her body yearning, needing something more, her pussy desperate to be filled by the hardness she could feel pressed against her belly.
"Come and I'm going to fuck you," he promised, his voice hypnotic. "Not here, but on the way home. I'll stop somewhere quiet, dark. I'm gonna to spread your legs and eat your sweet pussy until you scream my name. Then, when you think you can't take any more pleasure, I'm going to take you. Hard and fast, like the bad boy you wanted."
Teresa shivered, unable to stop the tremors that racked her body. She pushed her hips against his hand again. "Yes...please," she begged, willing to do anything to get what she needed. To hell with being sensible, to hell with tomorrow. Right or wrong, she wanted more. An early Christmas present to herself.
He moved and slid a finger inside her. Teresa couldn't breathe. Her pussy clamped around the invading digit as a wave of fire rolled through her veins. He pulled back and then a second finger joined the first, his thumb pushing up against her clit as he thrust inside her.
"You feel fucking great. Hot and wet...tight. You like that, don't you baby?" he murmured, fucking her with his fingers as he leaned down to suckled on her tits again. All Teresa could do was moan and hold on. The coil of tension low down in her belly grew tighter and tighter. Any moment now it was going to snap—
"Yeah, that's it baby...let it go. Come for me, I want to feel you come." His whisper in her ear was a dark temptation. Teresa shuddered and turned into him, placing a clumsy kiss on his cheek as she panted in need. Her body ached, the familiar waves pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Cy groaned. "That's it. I want you to come. God, I can just imagine sliding my cock into you. Your cunt...so tight and wet."
The dirty words just did it for Teresa. With a gasp her world shattered apart and became pure, sparkling pleasure that filled her core and radiated out to every cell in her body.
Chapter Four
Holy hell, could his luck get any better? Sat in the small front room of Teresa's house Cy tried not to lounge on the comfortable couch but sit respectfully instead. Trouble was Pixies didn't do respectful well. In fact disrespect was pretty much coded into their genes.
He still couldn't believe what had happened back there in the car park and—when she'd asked him afterwards if he wanted to come back to her place—you could have knocked him down with a feather. In all honesty, once she came around from the shattering climax he'd brought her to, he'd expected her to tell him to get lost.
She hadn't. Instead she'd muttered something about an early Christmas present. Somehow Cy didn't think she meant for him but it was as near as dammit so he wasn't going to argue.
Sighing Cy gave up on the not lounging and rested his head back for a second and closed his eyes. Desire and anticipation throbbed through every inch of his body, creating a symphony of need that had him as hard as a rock. Things like this didn't happen to him, not with nice women like Teresa. Oh, he got the come on's from club-goers but the bosses tended to frown on fraternization, even though they had been the worst ones for it at one point. Even if they hadn't he didn't want some pissed up twenty-something who was just interested in a good time and alcohol. He wanted someone...
Cy opened his eyes and looked around. The scene that met his eyes was that of a typical family home. Battered and well worn couches surrounded a large fireplace and a television was set off to one side, tucked out of the way rather than the central focus of the room like in many houses.
The wreath trimmed mantle was overcrowded with photos. Teresa and two children—a girl and a boy. Cy's sharp eyes scanned them again, just to be sure. No man, no husband.
He released a deep breath, a sigh of relief he hadn't realised he'd been holding. No husband and no competition. He didn't think she was the sort of woman to cheat on her partner but it was nice to be sure.
The rest of the room followed the Christmas theme. Tinsel adorned the tops of the pictures and enthusiastically-made paper-chains were anchored in the corners of the ceiling and festooned along the walls. To top it all a large Christmas tree stood in the corner of the room, its decorations a riot of colour and, underneath it, waited a pile of presents.
Cy gasped as a wave of longing hit him hard again. Home, family, all the things missing from his life. All the things he'd kill to be able to turn the clock back for...to stop Marcus before he'd gotten tangled with the kyn. Lesson learned—never mess with Vampires, they made ruthless enemies.
"Yeah, they're both in bed. Sound asleep—"
The voice warned him an instant before Teresa and another woman walked into the main room. The babysitter. The one Teresa had to get rid of before he could strip that infernal dress from her delectable body and get her where he wanted her. Whether that was under his tongue whilst he ate her pussy or under his body as he fucked her slow and deliberately—he didn't care.
By then end of the night he planned to have taken her in every way possible. She might have borne two children but she still had a haunting aura of innocence. The wicked things he wanted to do to her, with her, it didn't stand a chance.
"—oh my. You're gonna do it. Actually gonna do it!" The babysitter squeaked, looking from Cy sat on the couch to the blushing Teresa and back again. Cy unfolded himself from the clinging embrace of the couch and offered his hand.
"Hi. I'm Cy..." he offered, trailing off so she'd introduce herself. If there was one thing he'd realised about women it was to endear himself to the friends as well as the woman he was pursing, it made things so much easier. She took the bait with a broad smile.
"Pleased to meet you Cy. I'm—"
"Just leaving," Teresa broke in, a new note of jealousy and impatience in her voice that Cy found he liked. She snatched her friend's hand from his and hustled her towards the door. "Thanks for tonight Joanie, I'll see you tomorrow. Have a great night's sleep," she said as she bundled the other woman through the doorway.
Joan just laughed, not appearing to take offence at Teresa's rude behaviour and waved over her shoulder. "Nice to have almost met you Cy. You make sure you keep her up all night, you hear?" Then she was gone as Teresa slammed the door in her face.
"So..." She leaned back against the now closed door, a sexy little look on her face. "Where were we?"
Cy smiled a dangerous little smile as he sauntered over. One hand reached out and slid around her waist to pull her hard against him. Her breath left her lungs in a little 'whoosh' as she landed against his broad chest. Her fingers weren't idle, initially hitting his chest but then spreading out to explore the solid muscle under the thin T-shirt. Cy had already shed his jacket but, at her touch, even the light material seemed too heavy and constraining.
His fingers spread out over the back of her hips as he cupped her ass, admiring the sensual curves before yanking her hips up against his. Her breath stuttered and those beautiful eyes widened again as she how much he wanted her. Cy hid his smile at the look of surprise. He was a pixie and, like most paranormal races, they were bigger built in the cock department than humans.
"Ever been with a paranormal?" His question was whispered a mere hairsbreadth from her lips but he knew the answer. She'd been too surprised to discover he wasn't human to be familiar with the night-races.
The tiny shake of her head confirmed his thinking a second before he leaned in and claimed her lips. He'd wanted to be slow and deliberate, wanted to take the time to savour this, but the instant his lips touched hers all bets were off.
All the need and passion that had been building up since the night of the auction, tempered and simmering since the incident in the car park on the way home, boiled over the top. Cy growled. His lips kissed, licked and nipped at hers. A demand she open up to him and give him what he wanted, what they both needed.
The growl turned to a groan when she did. His tongue thrust past her lips and tasted her, exploring the sweet recesses of her mouth ruthlessly. He urged her backwards until she was pressed against the closed door, his larger body pressing insistently into her.
"You want this?" he broke the fevered kiss for a moment to whisper against her lips. He was rough, tough and dangerous...he knew that, it was the pixie way...but unlike some of the others, he'd never taken an unwilling woman. "Say no now...or I'm going to fuck you."
"What? Here?" Her voice held a note of surprise but Cy felt the tremor that racked her body. Saw the way her eyes darkened with need. She'd probably never had sex anywhere other than a bed before but he'd bet his bottom dollar she'd fantasised about it often enough.
"Here...now." His lips grazed down the silken skin of her throat. As he kissed her his hands slid the straps of the gloriously stretchy dress off her shoulders. Whoever the designer was...Cy wanted to kiss him. He wound the straps around his fingers and dragged it down. The red velvet inched lower and the pixies eyes followed it every inch of the way.
It caught for a second on the swell of her breasts, then dropped to her waist. A waist so narrow Cy could span it in his two hands. His mouth went dry, his cock raging at the mere sight of her revealed to his eyes. Impatient he yanked on the fabric.
"Take your bra off," he ordered, hearing but unable to do anything about the pleading note in his voice. He needed her naked and naked now. As she slid her hands behind her back he pushed the dress over her hips and let it drop. It hit the floor at the same second her breasts were released.
Cy lost the ability to breath, his peacock blue eyes swirling dark with need as he looked at her. Stood against the door in just a thong, stockings and heels with her hair falling around her shoulders like a dark cloud, she was an erotic fantasy come to life.
"Uhmmmm..." He managed which, even Cy had to admit, wasn't him at his most eloquent. He reached ou
t to roll one rock hard nipple between his thumb and fore-finger. She gasped, lips paring as her head fell back against the door. The half-lidded sultry look she gave him snapped the remainder of Cy's control.
With a small groan he moved in. Pressing her against the cool wood he gathered her leg over his hip, fingers of the other hand sweeping the satin between her legs aside as he took her lips. He didn't bother with preliminaries, thrusting two fingers inside her pussy at the same time his tongue slid past her lips.
The dual sensation almost unmanned him. Her sexy little whimper and wiggle were the most erotic thing he'd ever experienced. Her tight channel was hot and wet, slick with her arousal. He pumped his fingers twice, his thumb pressing against her clit, then scissored them to test her readiness. She moaned again and thrust her hips against him. She was ready, more than ready if the greedy clutching of her cunt on his fingers was any indication.
Unable to hold off any longer Cy pulled from her. It was the work of a second to drop his zipper and free himself. His rigid cock sprang free eagerly, aching to be inside her willing body. He dipped his knees and, using his hand, ran the broad head up and down her slick, wet cleft. He gritted his teeth at the sensation, rubbing his cock-head against the hard nub of her clit until her moans devolved into mindless whimpers. Then he moved, fitted himself against the slick entrance to her cunt and filled her in one hard thrust.
*
Teresa's world stopped as he slammed his rigid cock home. A short panted gasp escaped her lips as her body stretched, pussy lips parting to accommodate his thick length. She'd never had a lover quite so big. She felt stuffed—almost uncomfortably so. The fit of their bodies was so tight she could feel blood pulsing through the thick vein on the underside of his cock.
Her mouth watered at the thought of it. She had always liked sucking cock and it had been a long time since Mario. A long, lonely time. But she was already too far gone to suggest it. She needed him inside her, needed him to fill her. Next time she promised herself, a small whimper in the back of her throat.