by Folia Deux
I haven’t had a single decent orgasm since I was with Soren, and it is pissing me off.
Eric looks down at the slick mess in his lap and then up at me. His face is pasty pale and his lips are tinged with blue, but he manages to say, “Can I have your number?”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I let out a breath and look around. “What are you all staring at?” I snap, gesturing at each of them. “You came here to fuck, so fuck! I’m not your entertainment.”
I spin for the door as someone starts clapping, a slow, ironic cadence. It freezes me in the doorway, my hand on the wall. Chills roll down my spine as laughter overlays the percussion of each clap. I would know it anywhere, that laugh, that voice.
“Soren,” I whisper. He’s been here the whole time. Watching. I rest my forehead on the doorjamb, biting my lip. No wonder I was so hungry.
“You didn’t climax, Mala. That’s not like you.” God, the vibrations of his voice remind me how badly I want to come with him inside me, how easy it would be … and how my wanting could make me fatally vulnerable. I look over my shoulder. He becomes visible in a dark corner, his green eyes glinting with amusement. “Something wrong?”
Everything is wrong. I’ve missed you. “Everything’s perfect. Eric just gave me the ride of my life.” But it’s not loud enough, not strong enough to convince anyone. Especially Soren. His mocking laughter makes me want to scream.
My mind is spinning with options.
Run.
Jump him.
Fly.
Rip his clothes off.
Get the hell away.
Fuck him hard.
Don’t be an idiot. He wants to kill you.
I don’t know why I’m so scared. I’m powerful. I beat him last time. He’s the one who lost himself. He’s the one who drowned in pleasure, whose addiction to my pussy nearly killed him. So why does the sight of him make my heart pound? Is it the confidence in his laugh? The seduction in his eyes? The pure, predatory essence of him? The way my body quivers at the thought of him holding me down and thrusting into me?
I’m not ready to face him, not tonight, so I step into the hallway and disappear. I’m so full of power that I slide into invisibility easily, grateful for the ability to hide in the ether. Soren can’t find me here.
But I don’t run. He’s close, and I realize that’s what’s gotten me so frenzied tonight. I can sense him, smell him, feel his current on the air. And I’m addicted to it. So when he strides out of the back room, handsome and sleek, a living, breathing god of sex, I trail him. Silently. Invisibly. It’s time for me to watch him.
Chapter Two
Soren re-enters the club, aroused and on the prowl. I can sense his need hanging around him like a veil, and any woman who gets close enough can feel it, too. My heart beats a bit faster as I consider what’s wound him up. He just watched me fuck two guys in front of an audience. He watched me suck one cock while my pussy devoured another. He watched them come inside me.
He wants me. But he can’t have me. And now he needs something to sate the ravenous craving that’s descended on him. The thought reminds me of my own craving. For him. My pussy is hot and throbbing. I was close with Eric and the blond, but I didn’t get there. Maybe it’s a good thing, too—I might have killed the two of them if they’d given me that much pleasure. And now I watch Soren as he simply stands on the dance floor, swaying, the slightest amused curl at the corners of his mouth, and the women flock to him, their nipples puckered against their shirts, their cunts slick.
One of them, a girl with short, messy brown hair, twirls in front of him and pushes her ass against him. He takes her hips and brings her close enough to feel the steel of his cock beneath his pants. I bite my lip as I watch two more girls sidle up to him, their hands stroking over his shoulders, his neck, from his chiseled cheekbones to his angular jaw, through his wavy, deep brown hair, which I know is deliciously soft to the touch. An Indian girl with skin the rich brown of walnut and cinnamon introduces herself as Nina, while the pixie girl tells him to call her Alison. The curvier blonde announces that she’s Diane. Soren smiles. He doesn’t care, but they don’t realize it. He’s after one thing, and they’re under his spell and happy to provide. A knot of lust and hope, the girls entwine around him while his hands roam their bodies, stroking them into a frenzied place where logic can’t get a foothold.
Then he asks which of them lives closest.
Nina eagerly volunteers her place, and the four of them head out. I float behind, carried by the current of desire on the air, drawing bits of energy off Soren without him knowing. I am the silent observer, the invisible audience. I follow them into Nina’s condo building and up to her place. I enter her little apartment a few steps behind them and smile when I see her king-size bed. Suddenly, I know Nina is a naughty girl. She likes to fuck. She has no idea what she’s brought home, but right now she doesn’t care. She’s drawing Soren to her, unbuttoning his shirt and running her hands over his smooth, hard pecs, his sculpted stomach muscles. Alison untucks his shirt and pulls it off. Diane kneels at his feet, pulling his shoes off. He leans his head back as Nina unzips his pants and gasps as she gazes at his gorgeous cock, already erect and ready. His pants slide down his muscular legs and Diane eagerly helps him out of them. She rises on her knees and opens her mouth, grasping his hips while he slides his dick between her cherry-red lips. His long fingers curl into her blond hair as he slowly pumps his hips, not roughly like the blond guy did to me, but sensuously, easing in and letting her take him as deep as she can. With his other hand, he takes Alison the pixie by the neck and draws her into a deep kiss.
Nina sheds her clothes and crawls onto the bed, looking over his shoulder at Soren, her dark pink pussy slick and gleaming under the low light, begging for him. But he’s fucking Diane’s mouth and kissing Alison, so Nina reaches into the drawer of her bedside table and comes up with a long purple dildo. She watches the action for a moment, considering how best to use this instrument of pleasure. And instead of using it on herself, she makes a calculated move and sets it aside. She gets off the bed and undresses Alison, baring the pale girl’s small, pert breasts to Soren before kissing Alison’s neck.
This gets Soren’s attention. He raises his head and grabs Nina’s hair, and she nudges Alison out of her way to taste his mouth. Past caring about Diane, Nina shoves Soren back. Diane’s mouth slides off Soren’s dick and she lets out a disappointed whine. I get a glimpse of Soren’s delighted smile as he falls backward on the bed, taking Nina with him. Her ebony hair fans through the air before she falls onto his chest. Diane, still on her knees, rips off her shirt and struggles with her bra before Alison helps her, unclasping it and taking Diane’s ample tits in her slender hands. The two of them crawl onto the bed as Nina writhes on top of Soren, desperate to have him inside of her. I feel every molecule of her desire like a stroke to my pussy. God. I want him, too. I want to kill all these girls and take him for myself.
Soren takes control, grabbing Alison’s hand as she slides next to him and helping her straddle his face. Her eyes close and her mouth drops open when she feels his tongue swirl her clit, and I nearly moan, because I know exactly how magnificent that feels. Nina turns toward Diane and, with her back to Alison’s, spreads her legs over Soren’s hips. Then, with a grin of triumph, Nina rises above Soren and fits his long, heavy cock into her slippery cunt. With a squeal, she plunges down, and Soren braces her with one hand while he squeezes Alison’s ass with the other. The pixie-girl undulates over his face, her small breasts jiggling as he thrusts his tongue into her pussy. He lets his knees fall open, snapping his hips up to fill Nina, and Diane, not one to be left out, scoots onto the bed and lies between his legs to lick at his balls. Her face is right by Nina’s pussy as it slides up and down Soren’s cock, and her blue eyes are open wide as she sucks one of his balls into her mouth. Soren growls and bounces Nina hard.
When she realizes Diane’s effect on Soren, Nina decides the full-figured blond d
eserves a reward. She scoops the dildo from the bed, and even as she rides Soren, she nudges Diane’s legs apart and penetrates her. She slides the dildo in and out of Diane as the blond girl works her tongue under Soren’s balls. It’s almost too much for me. I have to concentrate to remain invisible, but my hands twist over my nipples. I want his cock inside me, in my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass, I don’t care. I want his tongue all over me. My fingers slide beneath my skirt and stroke my clit as I watch Alison sway on Soren’s face. She whimpers as she comes, quiet and desperate as her heart falters, as Soren draws every ounce of energy she has, as he drains her into the red zone. His skin is practically glowing with health as she topples to the side, unconscious. One girl down, Soren licks his lips and grabs Nina’s hips, staring at her ass as she rides his cock and Diane caresses his tight, hot sac with her tongue.
Diane gasps as Nina works her to an orgasm. The dildo glistens with Diane’s juices as she writhes beneath Nina’s expert touch. Her thick, pale legs are spread wide, her pussy lips full, that dildo sliding smoothly between them … Diane sucks hard as she lets out a muted scream. Soren absorbs it enough from her to leave her reeling and dizzy, and then he takes complete control of Nina. My fingers plunge into my cunt, though I know it could never be a substitute for what Nina’s getting right now. Her head falls back and her arms spread to the side as Soren impales her, his every muscle tight as he works her body, as he siphons her energy. I watch her dark skin pale with each thrust. Her ecstasy mounts but her strength fades. She leans forward, grasping his thighs for balance as she hangs on for the ride, as he shows no mercy. That’s when I realize he’s going to kill her. I feel a moment of regret, but I push it away. We are predators, Soren and I.
If you step into the arms of a monster, you pay the price.
Nina gasps. Her stomach trembles as the orgasm rolls through her like a tsunami. The wave of intense sexual pleasure spreads through the room, and Soren arches. I feel his climax, his essence jetting into Nina as he takes what she’s offering, her entire self. She slumps over as he grits his teeth and throbs. I feel every pulse like a command, every clench of his muscles like a crooked finger, beckoning me near. With a gentle shove, Soren moves Nina off him. Diane gives her a puzzled look and touches her face. Her eyes go wide. “Oh my God,” she mumbles. “Is she okay?”
Soren props himself on an elbow. “Definitely not.” He strokes his hand down Diane’s cheek, and the girl passes out and sinks to the bed. All three females are unconscious, and Nina, for all her insatiable greed for Soren’s cock, got the worst of it.
And yet somehow, I can hear her fluttering heartbeat. She’s deeply unconscious, but she’s not dead. In fact, all three women are alive, if only barely, which comes as a surprise. Soren siphoned an incredible amount of energy from them. His power is like a living thing in the room.
And I feel it reaching. I become very still, though my fingers are still in my pussy, hot and slick.
“You’re here, aren’t you?” he says softly. “That’s the only reason they’re still breathing. Your energy sustained them. I can taste you in the air.”
I clamp my lips together. Soren wipes his mouth. He’s slick with the juices of these women, clothed in their desire and saliva and nothing else, and I have the completely irrational urge to lick him clean. He spreads his arms and stares at the ceiling, his chest still heaving with his exertion, the heavy thump of his powerful heart gradually slowing. “Nothing has been the same since I was with you,” he says with a sigh.
I roll my eyes. He came like a fucking volcano just now. I’d give a lot to have satisfaction like that these days.
He chuckles. “Not like I did with you.”
Everything in me freezes. He cannot read my mind.
“I can’t read your mind, Mala, but I know you. We are so alike,” he says. He looks neither left nor right. He’s not trying to find me or see me. He’s so certain, though, that I’m here. His confidence makes me tremble. “We’re inevitable, you and I.” His voice is barely louder than a whisper, but its effect on me is seismic.
I close my eyes, my fingers pressed to my clit and inside my pussy. I swallow any noise as the heavy tingling pulses through me, a shadow of an orgasm. Soren lets out a low groan and his cock twitches, blood and reawakened desire pulsing through it. “I’m coming for you soon,” he says quietly. “Save your strength.”
Then he raises his head, and he looks into the space where I am. His green eyes are full of knowledge. Threat. Desire. A conquering Viking, his conquests unconscious around him, his next quest before him, Soren slides his tongue along his bottom lip. “You can run, but it won’t save you. Now that I’ve found you again, you will never escape from me.” A ghost of a smile crosses his full lips. “Especially because you don’t want to.”
My heart hammering, I focus every bit of my energy on streaking from the room, getting as far as I can from Soren. I slide through alleys and along fire escapes, over rooftops, and finally to the hotel suite where I’ve parked myself. Trembling, I float through the window and collapse on the bed, tears stinging my eyes. He’s right. I don’t want to escape from him. But that means I have to be strong enough to face him.
Because if I’m not, he’s going to kill me.
Chapter Three
I am on a mission. In the week since Soren made his quiet promise, I’ve been charging up. I’ve tried not to kill, because too many deaths in one location draw unwanted attention. People get skittish, and their fear is a sour, rank taste in the air. So I fuck and feed and leave my lovers sated and nearly comatose, but I need more. I’m back at the club where I fucked those two boys in the back room, because this is the best place to pick up victims who don’t mind too much if we don’t exchange names and waste our breaths on words.
In fact, the arrogant blond who I sucked off is here tonight. He’s holding court in a corner table and casting raised eyebrow looks at me. I remember the violence inside him, the sense of disregard for anything but his own pleasure. In a way, he reminds me of me, and of Soren, of the predatory creatures we are. It’s interesting and repugnant at the same time. I watch him for a few minutes, then go sit at the bar.
It takes me only a moment or two to decide that the bartender will be my meal for the evening. He’s not my usual type. He looks like he’s barely out of college. He’s lean and tall, with the body of a swimmer and an unassuming smile that tells me he spent his high school years insecure and ignored by all the girls who are now casting interested glances at him from across the bar. He’s not looking at them tonight, though—he’s watching me run my tongue along the rim of my drink. There’s something dark and deep in his eyes that intrigues me. He keeps sliding me shots, and I suck them down and enjoy the pleasant warmth in my throat and belly. The alcohol doesn’t affect me—the only thing that can intoxicate me is sex, and I’m eager to drink my fill. I’m imagining this one will taste like whiskey, smoky and rich, and I follow him into the alley out back when he goes on break. His eyes go wide when he sees me emerge from the shadows, but they quickly go unfocused as I come near.
“I’ve been wanting to touch you all night,” he whispers as I run my hand up his stomach to his chest. He opens his mouth to tell me his name, but my fingers skim over his lips. I don’t want him to tell me. That ebony depth in his eyes that so intrigued me now makes me want to look away. And there is something painfully vulnerable in the tremble of his Adam’s apple, the tick of the pulse in his neck. A fierce disappointment stabs me straight through.
“And I’ve been dying to see how you taste,” I reply, but I’ve already decided that he is too sweet, too young, too nice, too innocent. Too pure to kill … and probably too pure to satisfy me. But I’m going to let him try. I wrap my arms around his neck. His tongue plunges into my mouth as he backs me against the brick wall of the building. I work him into a frenzy, kissing him breathless and grinding my hips against him. He tells me I’m beautiful, tells me how much he wants me, tells me he doesn’t normally do this
sort of thing even though I’ve long since figured that out.
“Oh, God, I have to be inside you,” he whispers as he fumbles with his belt, and I almost feel guilty, because if I were anyone--no, anything--else, he wouldn’t feel this way.
With steady fingers, I help him, and he lets out a strangled sound as I free his cock and stroke it. His shaking hands tangle in my hair. He’s kissing me like he wants to devour me, like he’s never going to let go, and for a moment, I feel a twinge of craving. Not for him, but for this, the kind of desperate longing that makes one person willing to lose himself in another. It’s a kind of plea, a kind of vulnerability, an opening up, an offering. I could never take it from this man, who is barely a man, who should be allowed to offer himself to another girl, one who can love him and take care of him.
To my surprise, tears sting my eyes as he hikes up my skirt. I brace my arms around his shoulders and let him lift me, wrapping my legs around his narrow hips. I gasp as he strokes my pussy and guides himself to my slick hole. My fingers clench in his hair as he slides into me. I can tell by the tension in his muscles that he’s trying to pull his head back. He wants to look at me, to gaze into my eyes as he thrusts himself deep. But we’re in an alley, and he’s fucking me against a wall, and though I feel the tingle of disappointment in his chest, I will not do that. I am not here to connect. I am here to feed.
I tighten my cunt around him, creating a deadly friction as he gives himself over, as he surrenders to the pleasure even though he’s a good boy who wants to love someone. He’s realized I’m not her, but he has to have me anyway. He rams his cock into me, filling me over and over, an edge of anger and confusion to his frantic movements. I pant, my eyes squeezed shut, holding on tight, feeling the subtle shifting inside of him, his animal brain taking over, unaware of the danger he’s rubbing up against. His energy coats me, slides over and into me, raising beads of sweat at my temples. Ah, it’s delicious. Delicately sweet with a heady undercurrent of masculine power and aggression. I lap it up, loving the easy slide of him within my body, wishing it were enough to satisfy, wishing I could take everything he’s willing to give me.
