Enjoy the burn!

Sexual Predator

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.