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 h*ps against her. A red mist descended. All he could think about was busting his c*ck 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 h*ps 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 cl*t 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 h*ps 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 n**ples..."
"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 br**sts 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 br**sts 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 cl**vage. 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 p**sy.
He found her cl*t 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 c*ck 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 f**k her right there up against his car.
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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 br**sts. He moved from one to the other as his clever fingers circled her cl*t in erotic little circles. Unbidden her h*ps 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 hav**g s*x 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 p**sy clench tightly. She needed something more, her body yearning, needing something more, her p**sy desperate to be filled by the hardness she could feel pressed against her belly.
"Come and I'm going to f**k 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 p**sy 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 h*ps 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 p**sy 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 cl*t as he thrust inside her.
"You feel f**king great. Hot and wet...tight. You like that, don't you baby?" he murmured, f**king 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 c*ck 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 cli**x 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 p**sy or under his body as he f**ked her slow and deliberately—he didn't care.