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Sexual
Predator -- Hunted
By Kassie
Burns
 Bennea
emerged from the bar feeling no pain. She’d had quite a few drinks to celebrate
her promotion, and her usual swagger had become more of a stagger. It didn’t help that she’d dressed up for once
in a tight, short crimson dress that hugged her curves and six-inch ‘fuck me’
heels. She wanted to be fucked, bad, but none of the men at the party had
volunteered. She guessed her reputation had preceded her.
The
door slammed shut behind her, shutting out the pulsing music, the sound of
laughter, and the clink of bottles. She’d come outside for a breath of fresh
air, but maybe she should just leave. Her aerocar waited down the street,
parked under a light.
Hell,
there was no action in the bar, not for her. The men she worked with considered
her a ball-buster. She considered that
a compliment.
Sighing,
Bennea started to walk toward her car. It
was late and she needed to catch the first flight out of the spaceport
tomorrow. As she passed an alley, a soft footfall in the shadowed depths made
her turn her head.
The
alley looked like any other in a hundred cities on a hundred worlds. Old brick
walls splashed with obscene graffiti and drawings, trash littering the street,
a dumpster reeking of decay. Bennea’s first instinct was to ignore the sound. But
her feet refused to obey. High heels tapping against the concrete, she turned
into the alley.
The
sexual predator stepped from the deepest shadows, wrapped in a long, dark
cloak. Only his slitted green eyes shone, bright with his insatiable lust. Bennea’s
skin tingled with the electric sensation of psi power pulsing around him.
She
opened her mouth to cry out, but he was faster. His will settled around her
like a net. He was the hunter and she was the prey, easily captured by his paranormal
power. His mind pulled her to him, and with a helpless groan she stumbled over
to where he stood.
When
she reached the shadows, he grabbed her by the shoulders. At the touch of his
fingertips, the predator’s sexual lusts poured into her, shattering the
barriers of her resistance. Her pussy clenched and pulsed and her nipples grew
hard. The predator’s burning thoughts seared through her mind, seeking her
deepest desire, obliterating the present, plunging her into the past.
Her
first love stood before her. Bennea’s heart caught in her throat at the sight
of him. Rand’s lean features were sharp with his hunger for her. His sea-blue
eyes wordlessly begged forgiveness for ditching her. As if in a dream, she
reached up to touch his full, soft bottom lip. His warm breath brushed her
cheek. She stroked his silky white-blonde hair and wrapped her arms around his
neck, welcoming him back into her embrace.
“Rand!”
She whispered his name and blinked away happy tears. He gripped her waist and
turned her so her back pressed against the alley wall. For a moment she smelled
the stench of garbage. Rand’s handsome face blurred and fear knifed through
her. Then his musky, familiar scent filled her nostrils, erasing the fear. His
palms caressed her bare thighs, pushing up her tight mini-shirt. A delicious heat
rushed through her body. God, it had been too long. She pressed her pelvis
against him and felt the welcome hardness of his erection.
"Don’t
worry. I’m going to fuck you hard.” Even as he spoke, he pulled her bikini panties
down.
Chill
bumps rose on her exposed flesh as the cool night air teased the heat between
her legs. She shivered when Rand’s fingers parted her moist lower lips. His
fingertips slid over her slick folds and pushed into her. Her pussy clenched
hard around them, and her heart hammered with anticipation. His thumb found her
hardening clit and a jolt of electricity traveled from her core up her spine to
explode in her head. A bone-rattling shudder racked her body. Damn, it had been
so long.
Rand’s
long, thick cock probed between her thighs, his hot, velvety skin caressing
hers.
“Kiss
me first.” Bennea couldn’t keep the pleading note from her voice. He growled
his impatience, but his mouth settled over hers, hot and hungry. She parted her
lips to allow him in, the tip of her tongue searching for his. His thrust went
deep into her mouth, possessing her with a feral eagerness.
He
broke the kiss and pressed her harder against the wall, his rock-hard thigh forcing
her legs apart. His dark robe had fallen open and she glimpsed his naked body.
God, he looked as delectable as she remembered, sculpted arms and shoulders,
ripped abs.
Groaning,
she arched her back and pulled down the top of her dress so that her breasts
spilled free. Rand growled again, lust rumbling deep in his broad chest. He
pinned her arms to the rough brick and sucked her nipples, first one and then
the other, his tongue teasing them to stiff peaks, his teeth nipping the
sensitive tips, while she writhed beneath each rough caress. He cupped her ass
with his big, strong hands and lifted her. She slipped one hand down the slick,
sweaty wall of his chest and abdomen to grasp the pulsing shaft and guide the
head to her aching entrance.
Rand
rammed into her, slamming her hard against the wall. The breath whooshed from her lungs and a wave
of dizziness left her lightheaded. Rand’s white-blonde hair seemed momentarily
darker in the shadows next to the wall, but the sensation of his thick cock
filling her drove every other thought from her mind. She wrapped her legs
around his hips and her arms around his neck and clung tight.
His
hips pumped, grinding her bare back against the uneven bricks. She didn’t care.
Not when she shared the dark desires he sent pouring though her mind, not when
his cock stroked her inner sheath, each thrust sending a firestorm of pleasure
roaring through her nerves. Heat danced up and down her spine until she thought
the top of her head would blow off. She dug her nails into his shoulders and
rocked her hips forward to take him deeper, reveling in the savage fucking.
Rand
began to kiss her neck, his lips pressed against a pounding artery. Pressure
coiled in her center, tightening into an unbearable knot. With his next thrust,
it exploded. Shudders racked her body. She felt his incisors scrape her skin.
Her
heart aching, Bennea pulled back from Rand’s embrace. His handsome face was
dissolving, his whole body returning to the dark shape that had summoned her
into the alley. His lips drew back, fangs descending.
It
took all her psychic strength, but she formed the deadly shaft deep in her mind
and sent it flying straight into his.
He
howled, an inhuman shriek that ripped apart the silence of the night. The
psychic link they shared made her bones vibrate with pain. He pulled free of
her, arms flapping, and crumpled to the ground. Her pussy, empty again,
throbbed with satisfaction.
A
second later the bar door banged open and her friends came running out.
Bennea
kicked the body away from her and straightened her clothing. Her fellow
officers need never know she’d wanted sex enough to yield to the lure of a
sexual predator, the very creature she was trained to hunt.
“Wow.”
Scul, the first to arrive on the scene surveyed the crumbled body. “You are a
ball breaker.”
Bennea
laughed and began to walk away without a backward glance. “I just follow the
corps motto: Fuck with my body, and I’ll fuck with your mind.”
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