Wolfe

by Cari Silverwood

  Fleetingly, she met my gaze before turning to the gap in the building again, to that opening.

  No one was here. Just two double-steel doors ahead to the right. Another few doors to the left. All shut. A few cars in a row, parked nose-in to the wall, and a big rectangle of light where the building was open at the other end for the cars to drive in. A cracked tile floor.

  We were almost under there, in the cave of the walls. The hum of the building’s machinery blocked the sound of the traffic and the sound of people. The colors flocked in, intensified, screeched a little before the screech changed to a static buzz.

  “Did you lie to me...girl?” I wasn’t sure she’d heard. Like, maybe, I didn’t want an answer, yet. Slow answers could be so nice, extracting them.

  “What? The elevator’s just...” She indicated. “You be good now, won’t you? This won’t take –”

  Then I felt something shimmy in – a connection to her, an old but new sensation. So I grabbed that link when I grabbed for her. She took a step but I caught her with two fingertips, by the collar of her dress, and hauled her back to me, wriggling.

  “Hey, hey,” she rasped, half-choking. She could’ve screamed, though. Not wanting anyone to hear, I guessed, despite the violence. Scared of being found out more than of me?

  “Why’d you lie? Why?” I lifted her a few inches and shook her a little, in mid-air, then I pinned her to the corner of the building by her shoulder. “Why? What bad men?”

  “I...never –” Her voice ran down. She’d figured out denial wasn’t going to work on me.

  “Yeah. I know. I know things, in here.” I put my finger to her forehead then ran it down her skin, down the side of her face and across her cheekbone, then along her jaw and beneath.

  I tipped up her chin.

  “You’re going to do something for me.”

  I could feel the connection strengthen, waver, feel a buzz of static in my ears.

  Could I? Should I?

  She’s only another girl.

  Another...like I’d had many. Had I? I couldn’t keep up with myself.

  Doubt sidled in and poked me.

  “What?” Her husky, expectant reply pulled me back. The link was in her, hooked in, deep. She’d never get it out.

  “Pull up your dress and show me your panties.” I felt her thigh. Stockings. I pinched the slithery fabric then let go.

  Her eyes took on a starry glaze and widened in one jump – like maybe she’d seen heaven pass by.

  “Do it. Fucking do it.”

  I stepped away to watch. Her hands crept down her sides, as if someone else controlled them. Me. Her mouth worked, her lips said silent curses or prayers.

  “Now.” This was fun.

  “I am. I am.” She shook her head crazily but her hands still crept down. “Stop. Please.”

  “No.” I smiled at how she struggled but obeyed.

  After a strangled whimper, her fingers gathered the bottom of her uniform, to either side, and she inched the dress upward. A hint of panties showed – a tiny triangle of pretty, pink lace.

  “More. Tuck your uniform behind your ass and lean on it. Then pull down the top of your panties until I can see you properly.”

  She’d know what to do.

  At the push of her fingers, the panties rolled to the top of her thighs.

  Once she’d done that and stood there quivering, waiting, I leaned in with one arm propped on the wall, and I kissed her on the mouth. I sucked the life out of her, enjoying how she let me and only made small sounds of pleasure or dismay. When I stopped, she grunted, unhappy.

  “Bastard,” she whispered.

  Some of her still knew what was right.

  Some of me did too, but I grinned. “Yes.”

  It was what it was. Control, complete and devastating. To her. The control pumped excitement through me. I could fuck her here and she’d let me. My cock swelled in anticipation.

  She had no idea how this could be. Neither did I, though I knew I’d done this before. Sometime. Somewhere unknown. To women I’d forgotten. Did it matter? The why?

  I seesawed, wondering how I could love this and fear it at the same time. The fear washed away.

  I bit her neck, travelling down to her breast, livening her to the point that she twitched and groaned every time my teeth came together. More bites, downward, across her stomach to her bared and naked mound, where I took a bite and held it, deliberately feeding the sensation into her, pumping it in, filling her with the conflagration of sex and pain and a man she barely knew doing what he wanted to her, until she arched, then arched some more, and was about to come.

  Mix napalm and an orgasm – that was what I had in my hands, mouth, cock, and mind, especially my mind.

  Somehow I’d lost or forgotten this power.

  Never again.

  I let go of her with my teeth and put my hands on the front of both thighs, to keep her from sliding to the ground.

  “Need me to fuck you?”

  My mouth was an inch from her flesh, and my breath conquered her pussy, warming her, sifting over her labia. I could see along her wet and puffy slit. My cock, impatient thing, strained against my pants. Her only answer was a fevered, slack-mouthed stare. The evidence of my ruthless kiss shone on her lips and there were red blotches on her neck from my bites.

  Her pink panties tantalized me – halfway down, halfway up.

  “Take them down some more.”

  Trembling hands, trembling thighs, but she shoved the panties lower. A strand of wetness stretched from her lower lips to the crotch of the cloth and her little clit stood proud. I had to taste her.

  I licked her mons, licked the join of thigh and body, teased her clit with swirling swipes and a suck or two. She tried to hump my mouth but I fastened her to the wall, pressing her thighs backward.

  I kissed her clit.

  “Stay.”

  She stayed, she quivered.

  “Good.” Went without saying, but my, my, that mindless look. Should’ve fucked her in the car.

  When I stuck a ruthless, exploring finger up inside her, the confusion in her eyes went away. Eyes closing, she let her head go back until it thumped against the wall.

  “Fffff...” was all I heard from her.

  Her legs melted, relaxing. Finger in mid-cunt, I waited several, long seconds, working in and out only fractions of an inch and feeling the grip of her inner muscles on my skin. Soon, wetness dribbled down my finger to the web of my hand. Though she tried again to look at me, her eyes rolled up and her eyelids fluttered.

  My mouth tweaked in amusement. She had no choice. I had her. I had her desire in my hand and my mind. The buzz in my ears grew louder, more insistent.

  I should fuck her here.

  I shouldn’t.

  I liked her, didn’t I? No one did this to friends. Did I have friends?

  Female, not friend. Fuckable.

  “Open your legs,” I ground out.

  Fuckable, for sure.

  I let her wriggle and grasp her predicament – impaled on my finger, out in public and exposed, and she was going to do what I asked. While I drove my finger in and out of her heated flesh, she spread her thighs, straining the fabric of her panties.

  “Tell me.” I fucked her as I spoke. “Tell me why you lied. Her eyes were big. Her cunt was terribly wet. “Or I’ll make you scream and come out here.”

  She shook her head.

  “I can.”

  Her reply was a delicious and unintelligible grunt.

  “You don’t get who...what, I am.” A statement not a question.

  I forced in a second finger before I slurped my tongue across her clit, then sucked all of her from around it into my mouth and held the suction. Over her squeaks, I heard the elevator whining and descending.

  I let go before she came. My cunt-fucking hand was messy with her juices.

  What was I?

  I didn’t have a name for that but I knew I could control her, make this little female do
my bidding. I could make her my slave and she’d like it. She’d like it so much.

  “Open your mouth.” I stuck my fingers in her again and hoisted her up the wall with that impaling hand, hearing her groan and suck in air, then I covered her body with mine. My fingers stayed inside her. It’d be obvious to anyone what I did even if they couldn’t see any naked flesh. Besides, her panties were around her knees.

  “Now kiss me.” I smiled as she opened her mouth. Her tongue was in there, lurking, and I watched as the tip curled out and slipped thick and full of desire across her lips.

  “That’s not the tongue of a woman who doesn’t want this.”

  “It. Is –” She began to say, so I stuck my fingers in deeper, lifting her another inch or two. That made her choke.

  Light footsteps went past us, paused, then went onward, down the alley toward where our car was parked.

  “Do you want this?” I whispered, close to those pretty lips. “My cock in you? Answer.”

  “Oh fuck. No. Not here.” She gulped, squeezed her eyes shut. “Maybe. Yes. You’re fucking with...my head. How?”

  “Say that yes again.”

  A long pause then a tremulous, “Yes.”

  I kissed her, while I defiled her, dirty and languorous. Hard, rough, and I ground my mouth onto hers until the back of her head was jammed at the wall. Still she groaned under me. Then I stopped.

  “Bad men? Remember? Going to tell me?”

  Of course she was.

  “Uh. Wha...” A sigh was followed by some delirious panting while she squirmed. “Yes. They’re coming.”

  “When?”

  “An hour.”

  “Good. First though...” I unzipped and pulled out my cock. It was straining to get into her and pulsed in my fist as I guided it between her legs. “Spread them wider.”

  She tried. “My panties.”

  I let her down from being a couple of feet up the wall and I snapped the sides of her panties, then I pulled down her stockings. Off with her shoes. Off with the stockings. All the while she stood there, shaking, panting. When I was done, she bit her bottom lip then set her shaking legs wide apart.

  “Good.”

  I tucked my cock away and her face fell.

  “Later.” I’d make her beg.

  I let her go, felt my control slide, mostly, away. It took a minute at least for her to emerge from her stunned state.

  I thrummed with the need to fuck her, but I would wait.

  The bad men were coming?

  I’d sort that out, ask some questions, decide if she should live or die, then fuck her.

  “Pull your dress down, pick up your bag.” When she went to pick up her underwear too, I growled at her to leave it be.

  Some of what I’d planned to do to her might be out of order, I realized.

  Fucking her when dead was plain wrong.

  Making her dead should be too...

  The buzz in my ears turned into a roar and I leaned my back to the elevator wall and watched my latest victim with half-lidded eyes. If she tried to run, I’d catch her.

  “You can’t get away,” I whispered, just loud enough for her to hear.

  Chapter 4

  Damian

  Damian adjusted the fine focus on his binoculars to better see the pile of discarded underwear, stockings, and shoes. He was hoping they’d emerge from the elevator and fuck. “This is good.”

  “Wow.” Guera was at his ear, using her own binoculars. “This is the best assignment we’ve had!”

  He had to laugh. Still, they should be professional. “Remember they warned us not to let you get close? Maybe, it’s true? Maybe he can get women to do things?”

  “Yes and I see why. He just snapped!” She clicked finger and thumb together. “What an animal.”

  “You want me like that?”

  Their sex life as husband and wife here in the USA had always been good. So much porn.

  Her grin was infectious and he pulled her to him and kissed her. “Tonight. We shouldn’t neglect our duties. When they get to her apartment, we’ll do as said, watch for an hour.”

  “Then?”

  “Then...” How to do this safely? He couldn’t let Guera close. It’d been assumed Wolfe would be still quiet but the doctors had messed around with his drugs and now this...this sex-crazy man who seemed aggressive. “He can get violent. I’ll go in with my pistol drawn. Quiet corridor approach, then in. If he’s irrational and charges me, I’ll just have to shoot.”

  Silence for a while.

  “We need a taser,” she mused.

  “If only we had one. That could be noisy. This is supposed to be low key.”

  “Shooting him isn’t that either.”

  “No.” He turned to look at her.

  The curtains were mostly pulled closed so the room was dim, but his eyes had adjusted. White-blond shoulder-length hair, slim in her dark pants and top, she was a catch he could never feel he deserved. Smart too. And lithe in bed. “Beautiful woman,” he murmured. “You have a better idea?”

  “Perhaps...wait until he’s asleep, at least? We have the night vision.”

  It was true. Damian thought and thought some more. “He’s unpredictable. I think we have to go in soon. I’m sorry.”

  “Me too.” She grimaced. “I don’t want you hurt.”

  “I won’t be. The nurse will help me.”

  “No, you forget. She won’t.”

  The stark sureness in her face sobered him. Kiara might even attack him if this man could really control her. “Okay. I will be super careful.”

  There was only so much time anyway. Take too long and the police would be here. Then...anything might happen.

  They should’ve sent two men but most likely he and Guera were the only possible team.

  “Meantime, we watch.” He raised his binoculars and found the window to her apartment.

  “This could be dirty,” Guera whispered.

  “Ohhh, yeah.”

  “Shhh.”

  Their snickering took a while to settle down.

  He remembered the drone. “The drone is on the roof and watching the front?”

  He heard her shift to check the laptop.

  “Yes. Static but watching. The feed is still clear.”

  They mustn’t leave it behind when done.

  Chapter 5

  Kiara

  What was happening? He scared the hell out of me and yet...still, inside me I could feel a well of excitement so thick, so intense, I wondered if I’d faint if he didn’t fuck me soon.

  I’d never felt so needy there before. What the hell was with that?

  Had they warned me of this? I couldn’t remember. Everything was jumbled up in my head.

  Hard to think.

  Had he been given a yet lower dose this morning of Keppra?

  Yes. Yes!

  Had that brought this on? Because there was hope, if it was so. They’d lowered the other drugs, but that was days ago. Had to be the Keppra.

  Or was it just that he’d left the comfort of the rehab village? Maybe that’d jarred him somehow? Please, no. I needed hope. I had my bag and inside it were his pills – I could crush those with difficulty, but put them into something. Coffee. Whiskey. Soup?

  The nurse in me wanted to relate this behavior to something concrete, real, measureable. Something I could change.

  Then I needed to make him drink it or eat it.

  Then?

  Pray.

  I stared at this wild man opposite me, at the twining locks that’d escaped the cord tying the rest of his long hair at his nape. I’d done that for him – showed the poor man how to get his hair in order. This wasn’t that man anymore. How did I get him back?

  He observed me, coldly, his eyes dark and hidden behind that swaying, curling tangle. His gray cotton shirt was buttoned neatly and how strange that seemed in the circumstances. His jeans were soft denim and showed a bulge large enough to fascinate me.

  I wanted that...in me – a c
raving I couldn’t understand but wetness welled from my pussy. My desires were diametrically opposed. Fuck him or get as far away as possible from him. Mars would be good.

  The elevator jolted and stopped. The doors slid apart.

  He beckoned with a crooked finger and I followed. No underwear, no stockings, no shoes, and I followed without a chance of going elsewhere. The ancient linoleum had peeled away at the wall and torn through in places. This building was in bad shape and the owner was waiting for it to fall down, we all figured, so he could rebuild. I let my gaze travel from the heels of his black boots up his long legs to his broad shoulders. That masculine, almost gorilla-like way of walking was a dead giveaway for a man with too many muscles, a man who paid too much attention to his body.

  Yet Wolfe, he’d never done more than garden.

  I had a feeling there was a clue in that. What the Russians wanted, it must be this condition of his.

  We stopped at my door and I wondered how he knew.

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  “How’d you know it was mine?” I asked, unlocking the door.

  Wolfe gathered some of my hair in his hand, tickling the back of my neck, pulling my head back at a slight angle, and sending that bizarre, overwhelming desire straight down my spine.

  “Fuck,” I whispered, finding things had gone dark, because I’d closed my eyes.

  “I can tell some things, in your head.”

  I mustered a reply. “You read minds as well as control people?” May as well find out what I was dealing with.

  “Mm-hmm. But it’s females, not people.”

  “Oh.” Damn. That seemed...worse.

  “Yes.” Lines crinkled into being around his blue eyes. The man had clearly sucked up the sea and poured it into his eyes. “I control the fuckable ones, like you.”

  Fuckable. What a summing up of my life, of me. My last boyfriend would’ve disagreed.

  So close, his weird effect made me grind to a halt and I stood there until Wolfe pointed inside. Did the man tap into the power grid?

  He closed the door behind him.

  “Go. Find some less boring clothes. Dress in...” His eyes narrowed. “Cute underwear. Wait. Wait. Before you go, strip.”