Wolfe (4 page)

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.

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.

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 craving 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.

167

“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.”

Fuck.

Every time he did this, commanded, I quivered and did indeed feel fuckable. I didn’t even regret my actions. I wanted, more, of him, his fingers in me, or that cock he had hidden in his pants.

I’d possibly explode into itsy bitsy pieces, if he ever truly used it.

But I undid the buttons on my dress, barely able to figure out how they worked with his dark assessment of my every move.

More and more of me was revealed as each button went bye-bye. Impatient as I was, a few of them snapped their threads and flipped away, pattering on floor and wall. Why didn’t they give us a uniform with a zip? Archaic.

“Keep going.”

I licked my lips, feverish. The uniform dropped to the floor. Finally, wearing only my old non-matching white bra, I stopped and waited for his next instruction. I fidgeted, shifting weight from foot to foot.

Do me, Wolfe.

Jesus H. Christ. I needed.

My pussy was going to burst...or something. Fireworks, explosions of many kinds.

“Want it more than ever?”

I nodded, frowning, distraught at the craziness of this.

Not answering that in words. He was a patient. He was wanted by Russian intelligence.

Fuck him.
I had some autonomy, some thoughts of my own.

How
was he
doing this
to me? How?

Wolfe chuckled. “Take off that bra.”

Like a little robot, I undid the clasp and let the bra fall from my arms.

“Go to your knees.”

I yo-yoed from craving him to wanting to run then he turned it on full
whatever
and I flopped to my knees.

When he went to my kitchen and I heard the faucet run, I knew what was next. At least he’d be clean...and I found I didn’t care, really.

Now that...was disgusting, theoretically. I’d found the font of insanity.

“Come in here!”

On hands and knees, I journeyed to the kitchen, my tits swaying, sure that standing wasn’t allowed.

The evil in his eyes when he sighted me was near palpable, but I crawled and I kneeled up when he gestured. When he unzipped and gave me a look at his cock, a thrill blossomed.

“Take it in there.” He caressed my jaw and my bottom lip, until my mouth popped open. “Make your mouth wet first.”

I did so, drawing up saliva, then I opened wide again. I put my mouth on the head of his cock and let him slide in, all wet as he’d instructed, until I had four inches inside, at least. His girth strained my mouth, nearly choking me, but I shut my eyes and imagined it elsewhere.

“Eyes.” He tapped my nose and I looked up at him, at his smirk, with my mouth full of cock.

Just like that, logic clicked in.
Need to get out of this
, then logic swam away, leaving me high and dry, in the swamp of nothing thoughts. I squeezed together my thighs and felt the throb intensify.

“You’re going to tell me all about these men who are coming.”

Men? I didn’t know if these were men, but I nodded, mouth full and unable to reply.

“Good. An hour, you said.” I nodded again. He looked distant. “Go into your living room and wait, kneeling. I’ll be there soon.”

No cute underwear then?

While I sat naked in the middle of the room, before the two-seater sofa and the armchair, I heard him searching my apartment. Drawers were pulled. Doors were opened. He trod here and there. Perhaps ten minutes later, he returned carrying a small suitcase of mine, as well as my handbag. He dropped them both to the floor.

The gleam in his eyes was new and satisfied. The clock was ticking. Forty-five minutes, assuming they were watching and timing this from our arrival. They’d want him subdued and if they had too much trouble from him, what would happen to my parents?

“Got you clothes, other stuff. Things I like.”

Had his speech regressed, again?

His eyes snapped to mine and his lips curled as he surveyed my posture. I didn’t know where to put my hands, how to conceal those intimate parts of me no random stranger should see, and he was a stranger. Scared, I ceased to blink. Then he sniffed the air, like some primeval beast checking for the whereabouts of prey...or a mate.

I cleared my throat, of fear. “Like a drink?” I gestured at the kitchen. “Beer?” The long drive had left me thirsty and I prayed he was too.

His grunted
okay
didn’t give me leave to rise and I found it impossible to do so. Ridiculous, but I sighed and crawled. This could be an advantage, I realized as I passed him. His gaze consumed every swaying part of my body. In a second, I would pass my handbag where it lay, as well as find it impossible not to display what was between my legs.

That could be a plus.

I waggled my ass spectacularly while I fished in my bag. With my hands concealed, I managed to tip out two pills, rescrew the lid, as well as find the bottle opener I kept in there. Even the easy twist tops hurt my hand.

He seemed unaware of my secrets. Well, of my drug shenanigans. Of my pussy? He could probably draw every detail.

I waggled my ass some more.

Triumphant, I held up the bottle opener as I palmed the Keppra. The rest of the journey to the kitchen and the fridge was slow but I made it back with two beers, one of them carefully doctored with the drug. If it wasn’t enough, or if it absorbed too slowly...I was stuffed. Beer was probably
so
contraindicated too.

He showed no sign he detected my deceit, which meant his mind-reading powers had limits

If it killed him, I’d be sorry, and not sorry. The ache in my chest at the thought of killing him was as puzzling as it was stupid.

I’d never get another job as a nurse, anyway. My mouth turned down.

Though, stupid me for forgetting, my family would suffer.

What a shitty day this was, all in all.

And that was the underestimation of the decade.

Wolfe had deposited himself in my armchair, mostly naked. His shirt had been cast aside and he sat there like a god king – huge, muscular, and capable of rendering me silent with one stony glance.

Silent but aroused.

He swigged down most of the bottle then set it aside. “Here.” He snapped his fingers and pointed at his feet, scowling as if I were a headstrong vassal who needed punishing. “Come. Sit.”

Such simple words.

Regressed, absolutely. What was happening to him? Too much medication and he was semi-comatose, though he gardened well. None at all and this happened? He’d forgotten about his questions. Forgotten about the “bad guys”.

I wasn’t reminding him.

They’d be here in thirty-five minutes.

Rescue.

“On my lap.”

He edged down his pants and freed that cock I’d already tasted. Damn. It stood up, a sapling sprouting from a giant tree of a man. I’d need a chainsaw to cut it down.

I swear my mouth watered.

For what seemed ages, he’d neglected me in that way he possessed, but now he applied his power a hundred times worse. I...lit up, nipples sticking out, clit pulsing with blood, breasts swelling and sensitive to my every motion. He leaned in as I moved to climb onto his lap and dragged me bodily onto him. Things...erect cocks went places they almost shouldn’t and I squeaked in both alarm and muted pleasure. Anal wasn’t some casual event. And that scepter of his jammed in me there would split me open.

I could think, even if I had to obey.

“You smell good,” he drawled, audibly inhaling. “Feel good.”

I could smell the potential for sex too. Raw male body, my own pheromones, plus his, all mixed up with this force of command. It dizzied me.

Then he handled me as if I were a doll, a doll with holes he could probe. I ended up with my hands on the floor and my ass in the air, my legs split and to either side of him, with my knees on the armrests. And his tongue,
there
, slurping at me.

Was I his lollipop, I wondered, sucking in air with each thrust of whatever part of him fucked me. It seemed so. A tongue and nose shouldn’t bury themselves there, yet I was sure they did, had,
were
doing so again. I shuddered, overcome, and listened to him making more of those disgusting primitive sounds. I was a feast, a wet place to tongue-fuck and delve several thick fingers into. A deposit space for thumbs and I squeaked and squirmed as he again found my asshole and his thumb slipped in and fucked me, slowly. Then his second thumb stretched me, wider – my butt cheeks held far apart.

“Here. Next.”

“Nooo,” I protest-gasped in the softest voice, as if unsure of which bad thing I really wanted, and then I was coming in small convulsions that drew noises from me I never wanted to own up to.

“Good,” he said, clearly satisfied.

Then...

Wolfe stood, rearranged my rear end, and thrust his giant cock into me. Only my pussy though, thank god, with his thumb still taking liberties with my asshole. Facedown in the rug, I suffered, and came, shuddering as he forced himself farther in.