Pixie's Passion (4 page)

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 clit 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 hips 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 nipples..."

"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 breasts 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 breasts 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 cleavage. 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 pussy.

He found her clit 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 cock 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 fuck her right there up
against his car.

*

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 breasts. He moved from one to the other as his
clever fingers circled her clit in erotic little circles. Unbidden
her hips 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 having sex 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 pussy clench tightly. She needed something more, her body
yearning, needing something more, her pussy desperate to be filled
by the hardness she could feel pressed against her belly.

"Come and I'm going to fuck 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 pussy 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 hips 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 pussy 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
clit as he thrust inside her.

"You feel fucking great. Hot and wet...tight.
You like that, don't you baby?" he murmured, fucking 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 cock 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.

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 climax 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 pussy or under
his body as he fucked her slow and deliberately—he didn't care.

By then end of the night he planned to have
taken her in every way possible. She might have borne two children
but she still had a haunting aura of innocence. The wicked things
he wanted to do to her, with her, it didn't stand a chance.

"—oh my. You're gonna do it. Actually gonna
do it!" The babysitter squeaked, looking from Cy sat on the couch
to the blushing Teresa and back again. Cy unfolded himself from the
clinging embrace of the couch and offered his hand.

"Hi. I'm Cy..." he offered, trailing off so
she'd introduce herself. If there was one thing he'd realised about
women it was to endear himself to the friends as well as the woman
he was pursing, it made things so much easier. She took the bait
with a broad smile.

"Pleased to meet you Cy. I'm—"

"Just leaving," Teresa broke in, a new note
of jealousy and impatience in her voice that Cy found he liked. She
snatched her friend's hand from his and hustled her towards the
door. "Thanks for tonight Joanie, I'll see you tomorrow. Have a
great night's sleep," she said as she bundled the other woman
through the doorway.

Joan just laughed, not appearing to take
offence at Teresa's rude behaviour and waved over her shoulder.
"Nice to have almost met you Cy. You make sure you keep her up all
night, you hear?" Then she was gone as Teresa slammed the door in
her face.

"So..." She leaned back against the now
closed door, a sexy little look on her face. "Where were we?"

Cy smiled a dangerous little smile as he
sauntered over. One hand reached out and slid around her waist to
pull her hard against him. Her breath left her lungs in a little
'whoosh' as she landed against his broad chest. Her fingers weren't
idle, initially hitting his chest but then spreading out to explore
the solid muscle under the thin T-shirt. Cy had already shed his
jacket but, at her touch, even the light material seemed too heavy
and constraining.

His fingers spread out over the back of her
hips as he cupped her ass, admiring the sensual curves before
yanking her hips up against his. Her breath stuttered and those
beautiful eyes widened again as she how much he wanted her. Cy hid
his smile at the look of surprise. He was a pixie and, like most
paranormal races, they were bigger built in the cock department
than humans.

"Ever been with a paranormal?" His question
was whispered a mere hairsbreadth from her lips but he knew the
answer. She'd been too surprised to discover he wasn't human to be
familiar with the night-races.

The tiny shake of her head confirmed his
thinking a second before he leaned in and claimed her lips. He'd
wanted to be slow and deliberate, wanted to take the time to savour
this, but the instant his lips touched hers all bets were off.

All the need and passion that had been
building up since the night of the auction, tempered and simmering
since the incident in the car park on the way home, boiled over the
top. Cy growled. His lips kissed, licked and nipped at hers. A
demand she open up to him and give him what he wanted, what they
both needed.

The growl turned to a groan when she did. His
tongue thrust past her lips and tasted her, exploring the sweet
recesses of her mouth ruthlessly. He urged her backwards until she
was pressed against the closed door, his larger body pressing
insistently into her.

"You want this?" he broke the fevered kiss
for a moment to whisper against her lips. He was rough, tough and
dangerous...he knew that, it was the pixie way...but unlike some of
the others, he'd never taken an unwilling woman. "Say no now...or
I'm going to fuck you."

"What? Here?" Her voice held a note of
surprise but Cy felt the tremor that racked her body. Saw the way
her eyes darkened with need. She'd probably never had sex anywhere
other than a bed before but he'd bet his bottom dollar she'd
fantasised about it often enough.