by Zoey Marcel
Claire caught her breath with a captivated smile, unaware she had quit breathing. A tear trickled slowly down her cheek and she walked into him and threw her arms around his sturdy body. Nex returned her embrace and kissed the top of her head affectionately. He hoisted her up into his arms so her legs locked around his hips and they joined lips, tasting and knowing the other’s mouth.
Her heart raced and she gasped breathlessly into the kiss when she felt him push her up against the tree and raise the sweater over her head. “We shouldn’t. I’m not supposed to have sex unless Joaquin gives me permission.”
She choked out a tiny, euphoric cry when he unclasped the front of her bra and massaged her boobs at the same moment his teeth bit down hard on the fleshy portion between her neck and shoulder. Her pussy flooded, preparing for his will, and her hands shook as she rolled his shirt up and he helped her get it off. She went breathless when she saw his muscled structure and trailed her fingers over his skin in awe.
His grunt almost resembled a growl as he pushed the bra down her arms and yanked her into the hard, solid heat of his body. Her breasts molded into his skin, caressed by his eternal warmth as he possessed her mouth completely. His crotch ground fiercely and insistently against her bare tummy, letting her know that this was really happening and it was too late to back out now.
Claire broke away from the kiss, and a soft, desperate mewl escaped her as Nex groped her crotch and undid her jeans. He allowed her to break the kiss, but he wouldn’t let her head retreat far enough to escape the steamy, spiritual union of their exhales communing in the cold stillness. Nor would he permit her to escape the raw, authoritative look in his eyes or the soft, teasing brush of his sensual lips. He kept her breasts compressed into his body and stuck his hand down the back of her pants without shame as he fondled her buttocks and tugged the denim down slightly along with her underwear, exposing her bare ass outdoors in broad daylight.
“Wait,” she protested when he set her down gently and pushed her up against the tree. “I still don’t know anything about you.”
Her eyes widened when she saw him uncoil the rope he’d been carrying with him. She had wondered why he was carrying it around when he approached her but had a feeling she was about to find out.
“Hold very still.” Nex tied one of her wrists and walked around the tree with the rope, securing the other end around her opposite wrist so her arms were held nearly behind her as they rested against the coarse bark of the tree. He spoke rather quickly and to the point. “I was born a cub to a tigress. I spent my time as an animal killing humans for food and sometimes I mauled them merely for sport.” He came around to the front of her once she was tied snugly and began peeling the jeans down her legs. “I spent my time as a man drinking hard liquor and seducing women. I’ve seen the frozen lake of Cocytus and broken bread with demons.” He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and lowered them down her thighs, green eyes devouring her exposed cunt. He didn’t have to tell her to step out of her things. “Every time I look at you I want to throw you down on the ground and overpower you.”
Claire didn’t know what to say to any of this. The information overwhelmed her and she realized she was naked and tied to a tree. The other three were still going at it on the other end of the courtyard, but they would probably finish soon and see her stripped and moaning like a whore with Nex’s dick up her.
“And because I don’t have a soul I’m not sorry for any of it,” he told her shamelessly as he cupped her crotch with the flaming heat of his big hand. “Any other questions?”
Claire whimpered at the feel of his hand grabbing her cunt while he had the gall to tell her he wasn’t sorry for the things he had done. She shook her head and her breathing grew heavier when he pierced a finger into her channel. He stared at her with molten eyes and fingered her after telling her he wasn’t sorry for fucking other women. Her snatch gushed its helpless approval all over his inserted finger as he fucked her slow and steady, teasing her clitoris just as he had her predecessors.
She didn’t understand her pleasure in hearing that he’d been a womanizer back in the day and felt no remorse for this. But she knew it was only because he had no soul or conscience to guide him or give him shame over his actions. He seemed to care for her enough that if he did have a soul, she had a feeling he would feel hideous for not having waited for her and apologize relentlessly for it. That truth made her cherish him all the more.
The humanity in her needed to be his one and only, but the succubus in her was getting off on the knowledge that this handsome devil had slept with other women and felt no shame. He would fill her cunt with his engorged cock just as he had filled theirs, and she would come for him just as they had, screaming his name and writhing against him.
Her heart ached with sorrow that he had ever touched anyone else, and she wanted him to give her some names so she could go off and kill some bitches. But her body reveled in his taking what he wanted from her as he had them.
She needed him to hold her and declare his love for her again, to let her know that she meant more to him than they ever could, yet at the same time she wanted him to taunt her with his prowess and exert his power over her sexually. The fact that she’d found a man who seemed to adore her and would do anything for her, even feel remorse for his past liaisons if he had a soul, yet was also a bad boy with a dark edge who had gained enough experience to please her and had a devil-may-care attitude seemed like a dream come true.
His digit found the same place inside of her he had once before and began pressing gently and exploring it. Claire squirmed, trying to get away from him. “Oh, don’t. I feel like I have to go.”
“You won’t. That’s normal,” Nex whispered, refusing to cease the coaxing motions on what had to be her G-spot.
“Did you do this to any of the other women you slept with?” She lost her breath and her eyes closed at the way he slowly rolled her clit enough to feel heavenly but periodically changed the speed, rhythm and place he stimulated so she couldn’t come until he wanted her to.
“Aye. Does that bother you?”
“Yeah.”
“Then why are you creaming for me?”
Her slit oozed all the more at his taunting and her clit tingled from the expert finger toying with it. “My heart hurts to think about you with someone else.”
“No one ever made me feel the things for them that you make me feel,” he whispered lovingly. “You are the only woman to ever touch my heart.”
Claire smiled, her heart feeling consoled by his words. “Thank you. It makes me jealous to think of you with someone else, but at the same time—”
“It arouses you,” he finished for her, seeming surprised and turned on by this.
She nodded.
“How can it bother you and please you at the same time?”
“I think it’s because you take what you want without remorse and you know how to please a woman. I was a virgin and you seduced me. I should be disgusted by your promiscuity and run from you, but like a deer you have a hold on me and won’t let me go. I want to flee so badly, but you have me trapped and overpowered. All I can do is lie helplessly in your arms and let you have your way with me, because I’m too weak to fight you, even though I know the experience will kill me in the end.”
Nex’s eyes were gradually morphing into their golden-amber color. He looked wild and savage over what she had said as he roughly tugged her hair, forcing her head back so he could ravage her mouth like the predator he was. And just like his prey, her struggles stilled and she became submissive to his destructive will.
He pulled back and singed her with the fire in his gaze. “I own you completely, little virgin. I made you a woman, and now, just like the others, I will make you my whore.”
Claire moaned as his words inflamed her with carnal surrender. He was taunting her, using her primitive need and his depraved dexterity to send her over. Heat swelled in her vagina and the building pressure from within started
to feel remarkably good.
“Nex, what’s happening to me?” she asked in a breathy whisper.
His eyes flared with lust and he licked his lips in a bawdy manner. “That’s right, say my name, my wanton, little strumpet. Moan for me like the whore you are.”
Her head went back and she moaned involuntarily at his risqué taunting. The pressure felt so good, though at times it was too strong. The heat persisted as the pleasure slowly escalated. “Stop. It’s too much.”
“I won’t stop,” he murmured hotly against her skin. “You’re going to go down for me just like the rest of them. The pressure will be too much for you, but I won’t stop. Your body will keep growing hotter and hotter until you go up into flames and burn for me as they did. When you come it will be unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. You will feel me in every part of your body and soul. You will feel a deep, spiritual connection to me and it will move you to surrender to me completely. You will open your body for me just like those little whores did and you will weep with delight when I move inside of you. You will lie helplessly in my arms as I pour my seed into you. Now come for me, my sweet. I want you to scream my name so they can hear you over there and watch you writhe up and down this tree as though it were humping you in the ass.”
Claire gasped in elated shock as the hot, too-strong pressure in her snatch became a mind-altering wave of unreal pleasure. Her body went up in flames just as Nex predicted it would and she felt the soft yet powerful ripples washing over her in a continuous sea of erogenous warmth that scorched her senses until she could think of nothing but the sexual pleasure he gave her that spread through her entire system and hypnotized her like an out-of-body experience.
The masculine scent of him fused with the scent of her sex as her pussy fluttered around his finger and squirted her surrender all over it. She didn’t know if this was one long orgasm or if she kept having one after another. She only knew in that moment he possessed her completely and she would have done anything he asked of her.
Her mind was so clouded with the intoxicating sensations, she no longer knew right from wrong or if Jack, Mark and Morrigan had finished their three-way and dressed. She didn’t even know if they heard the desperate way she whimpered god’s name and Nex’s repeatedly. All she knew was the deep, soulful connection she felt with Nex, and it touched every place inside of her.
On the way down, her legs wobbled and she panted in the afterglow of nirvana as she looked deeply back into Nex’s smoldering eyes. Player or mate, she didn’t care. She needed him inside of her right now.
Jack, Mark and Morrigan were heading out the gate, but their grins said they had seen the thunder rolling in her body. Morrigan waved shyly at Claire and she smiled back at her.
“You still have it, Nex!” Jack called out to him.
Nex laughed and waved good-bye to them as they left.
Claire wasn’t sure if the fact that they had seen her naked and in the throes of orgasm would embarrass the hell out of her later or not. Right now it sure turned her on big-time to be put on display before the eyes of practical strangers.
Nex pulled his finger from her cunt, grinning devilishly when she flinched and became even weaker in the knees. Like a true rake, he didn’t even have to ask if she’d been pleasured by him. Her convulsive form riding the tree and his finger while her sex shuddered around him was proof enough that he knew how to please her.
The hungry, predatory look in his eyes was scintillating as he pinned her gaze to his while he shucked his jeans and underwear. The subtle, erogenous sound had her tingly with anticipation. He removed something from his pocket and blindfolded her with it.
“I want to see your body,” she protested.
“You can next time. This time I just want you to forget any distractions and just feel. Drink in every kiss and absorb every touch. Melt into every thrust,” he whispered, feathering his fingertips lightly over her beaded nipples.
Claire moaned softly, feeling goose bumps form on her arms from the chilly wind. A swarm of fire seemed to devour her as she sensed Nex’s body drawing closer to hers. He lifted her by her thighs effortlessly and held her legs in place around his waist, letting go to position his cockhead at her quivering hole. She jolted when he pushed zealously into her vagina, their ragged, drawn-out gasps seeming to echo in the cold, breezy air.
He wasn’t gentle about the encounter. He fucked up into her body at a moderate pace, thrusting faster and faster as his narcotic sounds increased in frequency and volume. His movements caused her back and bottom to rake against the tree, at times somewhat violently, but the bark scraping and biting her skin only added to the rough, kinky experience.
Being blindfolded only heightened each sensation. Claire felt the frigid kiss of each tiny gust of wind as it nipped her body, making her shiver and the tiny hairs on her arms nearly as erect as the penis plunging hard and fast into her cunt. She was aware of the delicious pain of being scratched by the bark without drawing any blood. She felt his pubic hair brushing against her skin and his balls smashing against her perineum as he drove into her, seeking his own release. The private, intimate way their groins sweated against each other electrified her.
Nex paused for a moment, breathing heavily as he remained inside of her and engaged her clit with one hand. She gasped when she felt something sharp—presumably one of his claws—slice into the skin on her breast just hard enough to draw blood but not enough to seriously injure her. She squirmed and choked on feeble cries of pleasure when his tongue ran gently along the shallow incision, tasting her blood. His feral grunt seemed to suggest he relished the flavor of her taboo offering.
“I’m a natural-born hunter, Claire. Are you my prey?”
“Yes,” she whispered breathlessly as her clit swelled with blood beneath his seductive ministrations.
“Aye, you are. Then bleed for me.” He made a cut on the upper portion of her other breast this time, causing her to gape at the rush of pain and pleasure. “I have you right where I want you. Like a deer you will bleed for me, and I will overcome your struggles until you submit and offer your life up to me as I devour you.”
Claire screamed her release and convulsed against the tree and his body as he lapped up her blood, groaning loudly over the way her spasms sucked his cock and forced him to come with her. Their hoarse outcries and relentless panting filled the otherworldly silence, and smothering moisture hung in the air.
Nex pulled out of her and set her down. When he removed the blindfold, she saw that the moisture she’d felt in the air was a thick blanket of fog. The silvery mist hovered over the courtyard like an eerie premonition, providing a perfect atmosphere for a Halloween celebration.
She gaped in horror when she glanced up toward the balcony and saw Joaquin standing up there watching her. He wore a dark, hooded cape to cloak himself from the daylight and held her incredulous stare for a brief moment before walking back inside without a word. Nex didn’t seem to have noticed Joaquin as he got to work untying her.
She felt his semen pouring down her inner thighs, slick and balmy, and suddenly recalled that she was a woman and conception was entirely possible from having sex without a contraceptive. Son of a bitch, this was the second time Nex had taken her in the heat of the moment without a condom. She really needed to introduce them to him or get on the pill.
However, the potential for pregnancy paled in comparison to the cold, calculating look she had seen in Joaquin’s steel eyes. She ran out on him earlier this morning when he tried to question her about Rochelle, and Claire knew darned well she wasn’t supposed to get freaky with anyone unless Joaquin allowed it, since she had promised to be his slave for the next few weeks. The stone-still expression he had worn wasn’t the face of a happy camper. It either harbored jealous resentment over her fling with Nex or a chilling glare of premeditated retribution for defying him so brazenly. Either way, she knew she was in big trouble.
Chapter Eight:
Halloween
C
laire tiptoed inside, fretting that Joaquin would see her come in. Nex wanted to shower with her, but she didn’t want Joaquin to become even more displeased with her, so she said no. Despite her former ebullience over the Halloween party tonight, now all she could think of was how upset Joaquin had to be with her.
After her shower she let out a shaky sigh when she caught sight of her reflection. The schoolgirl costume was sexy in a cute way that blended the innocent and naughty quite well. Her white blouse was cropped short and tied in the front just below her bosom, exposing her toned midriff and ample cleavage. Her red plaid miniskirt showcased her slender legs nicely, and she loved the added height from the stiletto heels of her black Mary Janes. The white stockings came up to her knees, and she’d twisted her blonde hair into two French braids and tied the ends with red bows.
She felt like a wicked little temptress in the costume and hoped her men liked it. But most of all she hoped she could find some way to appease whatever unpleasant emotion Joaquin had felt when he caught her red-handed in the courtyard earlier.
Joaquin and Dakarai wore black leather like they often did when the club was open, but Nex wore a costume like Claire did. She had shown him “The Phantom of the Opera” movie recently since it was one of her favorites, and she loved that he’d chosen a phantom costume to wear. He looked most convincing in it and the mask was hot.
The club was a Halloween wonderland with all the decorations and festivities. There were orange and white jack-o-lanterns whose sinister faces glowed from the candlelight within as well as orange and purple lights strung from above. Spooky, white cloth ghosts seemed to float from above near the lights and looked especially good in the misty ambiance provided by the fog machine. A skull rested on each of the tables amidst a bed of black rose petals and candy corn. The dim light from the candle in the silver holder illuminated the dark display. A motion-sensitive witch stirred her cauldron and cackled whenever the patrons walked in.
