“Savagely? You haven’t done that in a long time, Aleksandr. Perhaps I would enjoy that tonight.” She laughed, her voice honed with a sultry timbre as she glided just close enough.
The smile curling on his lips, he took her arm, jerking her toward him and crushed his mouth over hers. The taste of her cinnamon laced lip-gloss coupled with the musky traces of her sex, hungry and in need fueled his passion and threaded his thirst. His hand slid down her back to cup her ass, bringing her hips into his. Their bodies meshed together almost perfectly. He forced his tongue past her lips thrashing against hers. His hunger knew no bounds.
Felicity slid her arms around his neck, drawing the heat of his body as close to hers as physically possible, toying with his long locks.
Aleks relished in the taste of her, succulent yet sweet and laced with the tangy flavor of her very being. He jerked the edge of her dress up past her thighs to knead the carved flesh of her ass, toned from days in the gym. Yet the soft and tenderness of her legs, her thighs and the utter luscious touch of her was totally woman with the soft curves and voluptuous breasts. She was a looker and a stunning lover.
Felicity moaned as his hands pressed her ass cheeks apart, his fingers finding her center and thrusting sliding her directly over his cock. “You’re on fire tonight.”
“Mmm…” Aleks could feel the very pulse of her life from the heat of her neck and the beating of her beat against his chest. Her life was so very fragile in comparison to his but he longed to have a single moment of being human to share in her every taste once again. Pushing her away, he yanked the flimsy dress off her shoulders, pitching the unwanted material into the corner. The growl nothing short of feral, he stared down at her rounded breasts and perfect diamond hard nipples, licking his lips. “Going to fuck you hard, baby.”
Breathless, Felicity sighed as he forced her around, the back of her thighs hitting the edge of the desk. “You look at me as if you haven’t eaten in a long time lover. It’s barely been twenty four hours.” Her soft sounds barely purrs, she blazed a trail down the length of his body as her hands reached out to grip the edge of his shirt, ripping the buttons in one swift move.
“I believe it’s you who’s more famished than I am.” Aleks slid his finger under thin slip of elastic holding her crimson panties and with little more than a single pulse of his finger ripped the bit of silk away causing Felicity to gasp. “I told you not to tease me.” He picked her up and thrust her ass over the cold hard slick of beech wood, opening her thighs wide and forcing her back into a deep arch.
Whimpering, Felicity closed her eyes as she placed her hands on the edges of her desk to keep her body steady. “God I love when you do this to me.”
He lowered his head, the hunger swelling his gums and forcing his fangs to erupt completely and without abandon and he grazed them over her neck from the edge of her chin all the way down to the slip of her collarbone. How easily he could slice into her skin savagely like the creature of the night he’d been for so long. She remained limp, unafraid of the fact that held her very life in his hands and allowed him to play and to nip the tender bits of her flesh, drawing droplets of blood. As they trickled down from her neck in slow and lazy movements, he lapped gently moving the tip of his tongue across her skin as if savoring the juiciest piece of tenderloin, bloody and rare.
She lolled her head back as the tiny beads of perspiration shimmered across her upper lip. With cat-like moves, he gathered each salty bead with every swipe of his tongue. Her breathing ragged, her eyes fluttered open and closed as the tip moved lower hitting the upper swell of her breasts. “Oh…you are so…sinful Aleksandr.”
“Mmmm…my sweet, I can taste every bit of your luscious perfume. Sultry. Sensual.” Growling, Aleks wrapped his mouth around her rosy pink nipple, tracing his tongue in lazy circles around her pointed tip, drawing the tender flesh past his sharp canines. Cupping the other breast with his massive hand, he squeezed until she cried from the pain. He loved the taste of her and the way her voluptuous breasts felt in his hands. Aleks squeezed harder the moment his fangs bit into her flesh, drawing the first real taste of her blood of the night.
Her strangled moans were of ecstasy, the pleasure already overwhelming her system and if he hadn’t been holding her breast firmly, she would have fallen back onto the desk. “Ooohhh…so…so…good…yes…” Her words barely a hiss, her legs moved around his waist drawing his body even closer to the wet heat of her glistening pussy.
He suckled her nipple relishing the savory taste of her rich blood until the other taut bud begged for his attention. As he dragged his bloody lips across the swell of her breasts, he lapped at her salty flesh. There was nothing quite like the taste of a woman. His thirst for her growing stronger, he bit down on her other nipple going deeper, the blood flowing down his throat filling his empty system. He hadn’t seriously thought about turning her since the beginning but at this moment the luscious heat of her body wrapped around his reminded him how lonely he truly had grown. His cock ached to be inside of her, driving into her ferociously.
As if sensing the intensity of his needs, her lithe fingers slid across his chest and down to his taut stomach and his belt, fumbling to release his throbbing muscle. “Aleks…take me, please.”
Releasing her hardened peak, he licked his lips as his eyes now filled with the longing of his kind stared down at her. “I can’t be gentle today. My need is too great.”
Struggling to sit up Felicity smiled weakly, her hunger apparent in the glassy haze of her eyes. “Don’t be.” She managed finally to free his cock and using both hands, wrapped them around his massive erection, massaging his shaft with one and cupping his balls with the other. “Delicious lover. Fuck me.”
Inhaling deeply, the wafting mixture of her sex and blood was a heady aphrodisiac. Allowing the heat of his breath to trail a path down from the light sheen of her cheek to the edge of her chin, he grabbed her hips and jerked her forward and off the desk, impaling her onto the length of his cock in one long hard thrust.
Felicity moaned from the sheer intensity of his wild actions and grabbed his shoulders. “God…yes!”
He lifted her again and using the strength of his body began plunging into her hard and fast. Her pussy muscles clamped around him like a weighted vice and she locked her feet together struggling to meet every thrust with her own. Jerking her up further, their entangled bodies became a frenzied dance of lust as he drove into her harder each time going deeper, hitting the very mouth of her womb.
Her hands slid under his shirt, dragging the silk from its confines and raked her nails across his back, slicing into his skin. She purred as he nipped her lips, drawing another series of tiny beads of her scarlet blood. “You’re famished indeed.”
Aleks swung her around and glided toward the back wall slamming her against it with wild motions rattling the pictures and shelves surrounding them.
Felicity cooed and reached up to nibble the crest of his neck using her own teeth as tiny daggers.
“My little vixen, you’re naughty.” It had been so long since a woman played with such verve but his cock ached to erupt inside of her. The time for their erotic little game was over. He jerked her back again and forced her down across the length of the desk and continued his now ravaging thrusts in and out with a crazed abandon.
Flinging her arms out, everything within reach of her hands cascaded across the floor as she struggled to find anything to hold onto. “Oooo….Je…sus Christ!” Felicity’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as he slid his arm under her back, dragging her swollen nipple to his mouth.
It was time to feed. The moment Aleks’ razor sharp incisors entered her tender flesh, she stopped struggling, her arms going limp, her head tipping back allowing her long tresses to drag over the desk.
Her heightened state of rapture rattled through her body as her climax forced her pussy to clench over his cock tighter, milking and drawing him deeper in to her body. Her nearly breathless whispers and scattere
d pants fluttered from her pursed lips.
His orgasm raced through his body sending tingles trickling down his spine. Her blood filled and soothed his system. As Aleks’ balls filled with seed and flowed up to the tip of his shaft, he hissed and gripped her tightly. The intensity of their combined orgasms shattered through them both, forcing wails and moans. He was not always a gentle man but he kept his cock buried inside her molten pussy, licked her bite marks sealing the wounds and kissed her lips softly.
“Aaaahhhh!” Felicity shuddered as her strangled breathing calmed.
Purring, Aleks licked her lips as he inhaled her fragrance. “Thank you dear one.”
Felicity finally opened her eyes and sighed. “Oh…my pleasure anytime.”
Chapter Ten
Jax grumbled as he stared at the pictures. The coffee was stale, the bitter bile in his mouth was worse and he was bone weary from the aches that had just started to subside in his body. On top of the damning night and the horrific murder, Aleksandr was not at his brownstone. He had a pretty damn good idea of where the man might be but at the moment, Jax wanted a period of time alone with the man. The tiny all night Diner had two customers seated at the counter so he was left alone with the case folder and the wretched coffee.
He sighed and flipped through each picture. Charlotte had taken several photographs of the bodies and had cleaned up the branded wounds. They had definitely been placed on the bodies with something extremely hot, scorching the design into the flesh and while ragged around the edges, he had a feeling it was a crude rendering of something ancient. Now that he could clearly see the markings, he had a better chance of finding out what the damn thing meant and what Aleksandr had to do with it. Jax mused about how his background had suddenly appeared with so many pieces missing. And yet, for all practical purposes Aleks was an upstanding citizen.
Staring at his watch, he sighed. Goddamn it was four in the freaking morning. He was bone tired but had to get somewhere on the case. The press conference would be brutal. He’d barely dodged the damning questions from Channel Twelve and the other two stations were right there in the waiting. There was no doubt in his might that the headline would pick up in the morning. Jax also had complete confidence and apprehension about was he was going to walk into. He was just thankful that Michael had agreed to follow through with the last of the details of the recent scene so he could have some quiet time to reflect on the minimal clues. What was Aleksandr hiding?
As he stared out at the trickle of cars that floated by in the wee hours of the morning, he knew he had to come clean in a sense to Aleks. If the Russian was the killer, then Jax had to ruffle his feathers. If he wasn’t, then Aleks knew more about the brutality than he was letting on. Shaking his head, Jax groaned and pulled a face at the horrible black sludge disguising itself as decent coffee. How he longed for a Starbucks to be open this late.
“Okay Aleksandr Vasiliev, time for you and I to tangle.” Laying three dollars down for the frumpy waitress Jax eased out of the booth. He would wait for the good artist’s arrival for as long as it took.
The drive took barely ten minutes in the quiet din of the early morning. Sundays in Richmond didn’t teem with activity until later so the streets were nearly empty. It was still pitch black when he pulled into the vacant lot but the warm glow from the upper windows could mean Aleksandr was home. Through the shimmer of the moon he could make out what appeared to be a sleek sports car tucked next to the building. He glanced up at the windows before he walked closer to the car. The dim glow barely hit the side of the car but there was something odd that reflected in the shadowed light.
Reaching his hand out, he pressed his fingers across the side of the car. Not only was his hand met with something rough but also something wet and sticky. Jax jerked his hand back and could tell easily it was covered in a gooey substance. While warm to the touch, the smell was synthetic. “Paint?” He glided back to his car and opened the door with his other hand thankful he had tossed the flashlight onto the back floor. Grabbing the long handle, he turned it on and cursed that the flicker of light was nothing more than dim amber in color yet as he turned the beam toward his hand, it was easy to see the substance. “What the hell?” He eased his slickened hand to his face and sniffed. Indeed, it wasn’t blood but paint. Someone had defiled the car.
Out of the corner of his eye he noticed an old tee shirt and used it as a rag and realized from the sticky consistency that the paint had been splashed recently. His hand finally clean enough he glided back toward the car, flashing the light across the driver’s side. “Oh shit.” The words True Faggot and Freak were not only carved down the entire side but the painted words in a shaky design followed suit. He placed his hand on the hood of the car. It was still slightly warm.
Perhaps someone had followed the good artist home from whatever jaunt he’d completed. The words were interesting yet Aleks didn’t hide behind the fact he enjoyed the company of men, so what was the insinuating taunt trying to suggest? He walked the entire perimeter of the car but the driver side sustained the only damage that he could see. The words were crudely carved and if he had to guess from a knife yet the handwriting was shaky and barely readable in some spots. Even though the angle was bad and he suspected whomever it was had to lean over, the person had been in a hurry or was terrified as evidenced by the partially missing letters.
Sighing, he looked at the ground surrounding the car. Before he could make it all the way around, the batteries went out completely in the flashlight. “Damn it.” He hit it against his leg but to no avail. Well, he was certain Aleks would want to see the mess. As Jax headed up to the door, he could just make out the distinct sounds of a deep growl. Hesitating, he heard what could be described as cursing in a foreign language and one he certainly had never heard before. Was this the voice Martha had heard?
Aleksandr threw the door open with a hard pull, slamming it back against the wall with a rattled thud. Cursing, his words came out in an angry tone.
Swallowing hard, Jax had no idea what language Aleks was grunting but it wasn’t Russian. Shivers tricked down his back and he stole another glance into the night sky. What in the hell was he dealing with? Turning his gaze back toward the towering man, Jax studied his angry form. Even standing in the dimness of the morning as the first light of dawn began making its presence known, Jax could see the raging anger in his eyes. “Aleksandr.”
Aleks snarled until he recognized Jax and cast his eyes around the detective. “Isn’t it early for a visit good detective? I have yet to go to bed.”
Jax could easily smell the perfume that remained on Aleks’ clothes and by the nearly disheveled state of his clothing; he’d been in the throes of some passionate embrace. It was the anger furrowing lines into Aleks’ face that surprised Jax. “Did I interrupt something, Aleksandr?”
He glared for a moment before a sly smile erupted from his lips. “Are you always on duty, Detective Steele?”
Jax sighed. “When there has been another murder, yes.”
“Another?”
“You and I need to talk.”
“I’ve told you all that I know.”
Jax shook his head and nodded toward the car. “Somehow I don’t think so. I think you’re smack in the middle of this case and either you are the murderer or you know exactly who is and either way, somebody doesn’t like you much.”
Aleks eased his gaze toward the car and back to Jax. As if understanding, he inched around and moved quickly toward the car. Openly cursing, the same odd words tumbled out as he glanced across his ruined machine as he pounded his fist on top of the car.
How the man could see anything in the light Jax would never know, but pissed was an understatement. As Aleks ranted and cursed, he railed to the heavens. Jax waited patiently as Aleks took in ever detail. It wasn’t every day that a multi hundred thousand dollar beautiful machine was nearly destroyed.
Suddenly Aleks grew completely silent and utterly still and as the warm breeze fluttered across
his long locks he turned slowly, his eyes boring into Jax’s. ”Forgive my outburst. I’ve lost many possessions over the years and there are few I truly care about. My cars are certainly one of them.”
“So whoever did this knew they would cut through your heart.”
“Yes.”
“And I believe you have an idea of who that person might be.”
Aleks slid his hands trough his hair yanking it through his fingers roughly. “I believe so. One of my students and models tried to extort money from me recently.”
“For sex?”
His glare turned icy. “I understand your disdain about it good detective but you don’t need to patronize me. You know what I am as I know what you are. Yes, he wanted money for sex and I refused. While you obviously know I enjoy the taste of flesh, he was also strung out on drugs and my guess is that he would have used the money for the next big fix.”
There was no doubt how much rage was boiling inside the man. Aleks seethed from it. He was also well aware that John Simons had fresh track marks on his arms so Jax decided to take a stab in the dark. “Would that be John Simons?”
Aleks tipped his head back and inched forward. “Of course, Detective. What do you know or more to the point, what do you think you know?”
“I know that he’s dead and I know he was one of your first models when you came to Richmond. I also now confirmed that Greg Barnes was indeed one of the men you’ve photographed recently and I believe his photos were highlighted in the gallery. I’m going to suspect that when I talk to Brent Taylor’s supervisor on Monday, I may just find out why he had to go finding a new gig to supplement his income meaning you. I understand you may not remember all of your models but how about your lovers?”
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