5 comments/ 29306 views/ 14 favorites Stray Prey Ch. 01 By: _Corvinus_ Winter had come early that year leaving the air unusually chilly for an October night. At least it is not raining, Rosaline thought, wrapping the light jacket tightly around herself while she hurried through the park. The zipper had broken two days ago but between classes and her part time job at the hospital she hadn't found the time yet to fix it. It had been a gift of her grandmother's when she left for college. The bright red color had faded some during the past four years but the well-worn material proved still a gentle reminder of a childhood she was reluctant to let go of. The chilly wind bit into her cheeks as she hurried across the park, scolding herself once again for staying until closing time at the library. Taking the shortcut through the park across the street was now her only chance for catching the last bus. He heard the hurried steps, caught her scent on the wings of the wind long before his eyes had spotted the girl through the thick bushes planted next to the sidewalk. She smelled sweet, of rose petals and powdery soap and underneath them of innocence. He could tell that the night was getting to her, making her nervous and afraid, her pulse a loud thunder in his ears even from afar. Trying her best to ignore the flickering street lights above her head and the mysterious shadows of the oak trees around her she pressed forward, as fast as her feet would carry her. The rustling of branches suddenly caught her attention, making her heart pound. The wind. It must have been the wind, she confirmed with a determined frown on her face. Just the wind blowing or a stray cat wandering around. No reason to turn paranoid! A twig snapped and he was upon her in a moment, crushing her body unto the ground, the air leaving her lungs under the weight of the massive body towering over her frame. The iron grip upon her mouth condemned the girl to mute struggles, kicking and squirming, angry fists banging her attacker's solid chest in vain. What a prize she looked hot and flushed with effort, fear and fury animating her eyes and pale skin with the soft glow of passion. The man above her growled low in his throat, his lust and hunger for the lively creature struggling underneath him fueled by the desperate anger radiating from her every move. How nicely she whimpered, her breath hot against the naked flesh of his palm. Good thing he decided to forgo the gloves, preferring the touch of naked skin on skin, hot, sweaty and so soft, rubbing against his bare hand. His lips traced the gentle curve of her jaw line, brushing against her angry face, nuzzling her furious cheeks with surprisingly soft kisses. "Easy there ... easy now." A seductive murmur caught her attention through the fog of desperation that settled around her as all of her struggles seemed to be in vain. A glimpse of amber eyes, hypnotizing with an underlying sensuality she didn't quite understand. They sent a shiver of awareness running down her spine and shook her frame when his body pressed intimately against hers. Even through many layers of clothing she could feel the heat radiating from his flesh as his weight settled upon her, pressing her body into a soft pillow of grass. A warm flush spread through her system despite the cold ground against her back and the chilly caress of fear teasing her senses even through all of his sensual distractions. He covered her, completely. Immobilizing her with his impressive frame and weight as much as his steady golden gaze. His eyes enchanted her, so unusual, unlike any she had ever encountered and yet soothing away her rational fear with the silent promise of heat and passion far beyond her understanding. Perhaps if she had been more experienced in the ways of men, she would have recognized that look for the raw need and pure longing it had been. The need of a man for the woman he desired. The hunger of a predator for his prey. In her innocence and confusion all she saw though was the possessive claim of a stranger, the forceful attack she had always dreaded. The haunting eyes of a rapist. A loud thud echoed through the deserted park and the stranger got knocked of her as suddenly as he had appeared. Rosaline's shriek, no longer muffled by her attacker's hand, reflected the terror unfolding in front of her eyes as she scrambled backwards, bumping against the thick trunk of an age old tree. The fight was furious and wild, making her heart race with newfound panic. She saw the two man launch at each other, wresting on the ground, the guttural sounds of their anger filling the air. Run! Run, damn it, her mind kept screaming but she was unable to move. She watched them in awe, both of the dark figures strong, furious, unyielding, moving faster than her eyes could follow, one punch after the other, against the trees, on the ground, hitting taught flesh, cracking bones, yet barely eliciting a groan of pain. It was not fear that had her paralyzed she realized with shock. She found herself fascinated by their fighting. Males, powerful, strong, hurting each other. Over her. For her. She didn't notice licking her lips, how her breathing grew shallow at the idea. Instead Rosaline swallowed hard and shuddered with disgust at the very thought of arousal not being far away from her mind at the sight of such brutal onslaught. Ashamed by these alien feelings she turned her head away from the fight, shutting her eyes tightly. She felt hard nipples rub against the fabric of her bra with the slightest movement though. God! What kind of a sick freak would get off on a show like that? She jerked her arm away instinctively as soon as she felt the tentative touch. "No! Don't!" Rosaline protested against groping hands, sliding over her face, her neck, legs and arms, searching, probing, easily avoiding her punches, finally clamping down on her wrists and swiftly drawing her up from the ground. "You're not hurt."He stated, a strong arm sneaking around her waits, steadying her on wobbly knees. She looked around the small clearing, noticing broken branches and torn bushes, the only indications of the earlier fight. Her attacker was nowhere in sight. "He's gone." It was the first time she dared to peer up at the face of the man standing next to her. Fear and confusion lost the battle against her curiosity. Tall. That was her first impression as she had to tilt her face up to meet his eyes. He wasn't handsome in the classical sense, but his features were strong, angular, giving him the air of someone older than his twinkling green eyes would have suggested. Dirty blond hair fell into his face in unruly tresses, covering most of his forehead. "Thank you. For saving me."she breathed out, finally remembering her manners and scolding herself for staring. His white teeth gleamed in the moonlit darkness of the night as a slow smile spread across his face, transforming the rugged plains of stubble into a boyishly handsome grin. "I can't remember saying anything about you being safe, sweetheart." He whispered, bringing his face close to hers. Rosaline's pupils dilated as horror overshadowed her features. It couldn't be! Not again! The smile crept up across his face until finally reaching his eyes, so close to her own. She felt his quite laughter against her cheek, seductively warm and inviting. Rapists are toying with her and God, what is she thinking! She was definitely loosing her mind, Rosaline decided, trying to inch away from him. He took a deep breath, his arm tightening around her waist. That little delight was going nowhere for now. Saved? Maybe. Safe? Not so likely. "Doesn't a hero deserve a reward?" he asked in a low whisper against her lips. Rosaline just stared at him. Unable to conjure up a clever reply, much less a scream for help. Thinking rationally seemed far away from her mind. She basked in his scent, earthy, like a rainy night with a hint of musky male essence to it. She soaked up the warmth of his breath like essential air for her own lungs, intoxicating herself with the spell of arousal. Male, strong, unyielding, hot and ready. She felt her body respond to his closeness in the most wanton ways. Right then, right there, she wanted him more than her next breath. Feeling his lips hover above hers in a titillating caress that had her flesh tingling she prepared for his passionate onslaught. Moments passed, his breath a warm caress against her lips but nothing more. Peering from underneath her lashes as her patience soon wore thin she was surprised by the heat in his eyes. Wild and wanting, demanding even beyond what she was capable of imagining. Yet he waited. He didn't take. A reward, he had said. Understanding finally downing in Rosaline's lust fogged mind. With a heated blush spreading across her cheeks she closed the distance between their lips in a gentle, tentative kiss. Both of his arms wrapped around the girl instantly, imprisoning her in a tight embrace against the hard wall of his chest. Her kiss so light, so teasingly tender, the taste of her inexperience and innocence had him hunger for her only more. Sweet like honey and pure like the snow that started to fall around them in rich, perfectly sculpted little flakes. His lips coaxed hers open with ease, plundering the depth of her inviting mouth, teasing and conquering her tongue again and again. His heart beat thundered in his ears, pulsed in his loins and had him grinding into her lithe frame, wanting her to know, wanting her to feel his desire, his need, the undeniable passion that called out to her form the very depth of his soul. Rosaline may or may not have heard the call but her lungs burned with the need for air by the time he finally released her lips. Her mind a whirl of emotions she gasped for air, struggling to regain her breath and holding onto this stranger for dear life. Her lips were red and swollen with their shared passion, soft brown eyes clouded by the haze of desire, her cheeks glowed with lust and the heat of the moment. He had never seen anything more compelling than the lithe little brunette in his arms, her gentle curves molded against his rigid form, lax, overcome, perfectly giving and entirely submissive to his will. A surge of pride rushed through him. She had been well worth the fight. Rosaline's eyelids fluttered finally open, her mind still foggy with the passionate onslaught on her senses. She imagined still tasting him on her tongue, rich, deep, sinfully hot. Metallic, bitter. Bitter? Her face instantly screamed alarm as she brushed the unruly tresses of hair from his face. "You are hurt. Bleeding!" Sure enough, there it was. A set of ugly bruises running from his jawline up along the side of his face. Blood trickled down his neck and along the side of his jaw, the same coppery blood she had tasted in his kiss. "It will heal." He replied calmly with a placid smile, touched by her concern. The stubborn frown gracing her forehead made his smile soon fade though. "Yes, it will. Right after we get you in a hospital and have some imaging done. The sutures will only be temporary, just a few days." His laughter echoed through the deserted park, surprising her and causing her to take a few steps back. Even that little distance seemed to have a sobering effect on her senses though. "Just what is so funny?" She demanded with hands on her hips, forgetting all about her fear for a moment. "You, my dear. Would get me a quick fixing, eh? But what if that is not the kind of reward I had in mind?" Rosaline's patience was wearing thin and surprisingly fast when it came to this man. "Are you a doctor?" "Well, I don't think so but ..." "Good. Then stop trying to tell me what to do! I know better than to let a man with a bruised and bleeding head trauma walk away." His little delight was soon turning into an annoying little know-it-all it seemed. "I am not going to a hospital." He stated clearly, folding his arms. God knows he had spent enough time around white coats to know better. "Well, I am not letting you walk away like this either." Arms folded they stared at each other stubbornly, a struggle of will neither of them was willing to give in to. "Oh yes? And just how do you want to keep me from walking away?" An uncertain smile lit her eyes as an idea started to form in Rosaline's head. It was completely crazy, she knew, but at the same time it sparked a deep longing previously unknown to her heart. Stepping close and sliding her arms around the surprised man's waist she gazed up into his emerald eyes with a tentative smile. "That's easy enough. I am taking you home." *** The monitor showed the backs of a couple walking away, strolling along side by side through the park, just before the screen went blank. "That's all?" Special Agent McAlistair demanded. "You drag me in here, in the middle of the night, for a couple of distorted images, Miller?" "Well, I ... preliminary reports are standard procedure, Sir. The technicians have it no better either. Have been working on the tape for about an hour now." "Very impressive so far." McAlistair murmured into his plastic cup of black coffee. "Bentley Park. There have been four sightings reported in the area in the last two weeks alone." Miller pressed excitedly. "So what? Halloween is drawing close, that's all it means. Druggies see all sorts of things, no matter if day or night and that poor bastard living in the box we questioned last Friday? He would have confessed that his mother was Santa's Clause for a few bucks and a warm meal." "Yes, I know we haven't had much luck lately. Only the more reason to hang in there, especially now that we might have a hot trace." "Hot trace my ass! Two drunk blokes getting it on for a molested girl, that's all you've got so far. Call me when you've got names Miller. And it better not be before the morning!" He barked back angrily before shutting the door of the office behind him, wishing for the thousands time he could kick the ass of whomever put the Senator's darling son into his team. The only good thing about the situation was that while still green behind the ears, Miller Jr religiously followed every manual of the agency by the print. Cursing under his breath he flipped his spare cell phone open and pressed speed dial. "What is your desire?" A seductively female voice answered in a whisper, eliciting a low groan from him. "To have you underneath me. Squirming, panting, begging me to finally impale you." The laughter was melodic, betraying the sexual tension he felt rising in his loins at the mere sound of her voice. "That is sweet. Anything else I need to know?" "Well, there is some good news and then some." "Patience is none of my virtues." She warned him with just the hint of an edge to her voice. There it was. A glimpse of the temper he was dying to experience. Always so close to the surface but so rarely reigning free. Still, he was grateful to be blessed with the rare talent it took to tickle it. If she could see his cocky smile and blush now, she would slap him for sure. Hard. The idea sent a pleasant shudder through his tense body. "Mac, don't even get there." Damn that woman and her instincts! "Alright, alright. Well, the good news is, it seems like Quentin got his sorry ass in heat beaten by a stray tonight." "And?" "We've got it on tape. It is just being analyzed. I can hold it off until the morning I think, but not much longer." "That seems like a problem, indeed. I will see to it. Thanks, Mac." "Well, I was kind of hoping for more than a thank you." She laughed again, God how he loved the sound! "What did you have in mind?" There it was again. Her tone seductive, playful, teasing him and enjoying every moment of it. "Oh I don't know. I am a simple guy with simple needs you see. How about a night of mind blowing sex?" "Oh Mac, come on, you can do better than that!" She crooned into his ear. Indeed. He could. She was a woman difficult to entice and much more difficult to please. But even she had a few very pushable buttons. "How about a hunt then? For the stray. Whoever captures him first gets the other's complete submission for a night." "For a night of mind blowing sex?" "Yeah, well the details could be left to the winner's imagination." She chuckled again. A pause. She must have been considering. "You have such a one track mind, Mac." Another pause. "And you know me too well. I accept your challenge provided whoever gets him first gets to keep him. "Deal." "Good. Then I shall look forward to sharing my prize and good fortune ... with many." "Hey now, that was not what I meant!" "Are you chickening out, Mac?" Gritting his teeth he considered. She was just teasing, right? "No," he answered in a measured voice, "You are on." "Good. May the best hunter win." She flipped her phone shut with a smile, rolling over to the other side of the bed and tracing a deep red fingernail across the empty shackles secured to the wall. One way or the other, they wouldn't stay empty much longer. *** If you made it this far, please take a moment to vote and let me know what you think. Your feedback is much appreciated. Thank you for reading along. :-) - Corvinus Stray Prey Ch. 02 "Your wound" Rosaline murmured desperately against the heat of his lips. "We need to ... we really should ..." He only pressed harder against her, his mouth attacking the tender flesh of her neck, tasting her skin, devouring her aroma, shaking her body with sensations and need that threatened to overwhelm her young, inexperienced mind after all the excitement of the night. She shivered against him, clinging to his arm, overcome by the need to feel him close, feel his warmth and desire mingle with hers until there was nothing left but a single burning entity of lust, uniting them, combining their passion into something different, something new, an alien feeling of belonging neither of them had ever experienced before. "Please ... please, "she whimpered against his lips again, not even sure anymore what she was asking for. He kicked the door of her small studio apartment shut behind them, pushing her forward in the darkness, right up against the wall. Her scent and heat had him intoxicated with desire, her innocent pleas a heady aphrodisiac for his masculine pride. So responsive, so wanton, so confused. He could taste it all on her breath. All because of him. The idea sent a shiver through his body, his roaming hands tightening around the gentle curve of her hips as he pressed into her, the warm, humid juncture of her thighs welcoming his rigid heat in its soft niche with a womanly caress. Rosaline's eyes popped open in the darkness as she felt his stiffness against her thigh, pressing forward, unrelenting, right under the gentle curve of her jean-clad mound. Even through the layers of clothing she could feel him, hot, pulsing, twitching, slowly pealing her body open for his delight, sending her into a frenzy of sweet agony. She twisted her hips, pushed at his shoulder, wanting, needing something desperately, something just beyond her reach, her pretty pleas a welcome music in his ears, urging him on, driving his rigid bulge against her softness, again and again. The light came on suddenly and Rosaline found herself thrown aside with the same fierce vehemence the stranger had attempted to conquer her lips with only moments ago. He stumbled backwards as well, overcome by a sudden and unexpected bout of nausea. "Not like this ... it shouldn't be like this," he murmured under his breath looking a little lost himself for the first time. "What? ... I ..." The moan of protest died on her swollen lips when her passion hazed eyes opened to catch a glimpse of his ashen face. With regret and disappointment weaving their spell around her heart Rosaline had to take a few deep breaths to clear her mind enough to compose a coherent thought. "It's alright. Nothing bad happened." She tried to reassure him probably just as much as herself. His nod seemed automatic, his thoughts obviously far away. The wall behind Rosaline's back started to feel suddenly very cold along with the light of the switch she should most likely feel pressing into her shoulder for quite some time. Wrapping her arms around herself protectively she stared into his blank face for long moments. The spell of the moment had been broken, leaving both of the feeling bereft and confused. "We better have a closer look at your injury," Rosaline concluded finally, trying desperately to steady her voice. He watched her lips part slightly and move, nodding his mute consent once again without much of a coherent thought. Those well-kissed, pleasantly puffy lips sent a surge of male pride through his wary heart. She had looked so utterly perfect right there, up against the wall. A heady mixture of innocence and desire that still had his loins throbbing passionately for all what his instincts told him this delightful little creature could provide. Warmth, softness, excruciating longing, acceptance and a silent promise of belonging that seemed to elude him for as long as he could remember. Why then? Why did he push her away when all of his dreams felt almost painfully near? But then again, none of his dreams were perfect, he reasoned. Even in his tormented nights, when sleep would finally claim him after long hours of struggle, even when he felt that painful longing tugging at his heart, calling out to him from afar, uncertainty made him pause, made him doubt the inner voices he had grown so reluctant to follow. Nothing was perfect in this life, especially not his wild dreams. He fiercely hoped though that he had not hurt her, fragile little thing she looked for sure, especially compared to his tall frame. His body was hard, tendons straining against sun tanned skin, muscles built for fighting and survival, to conquer and overcome by the most ancient law of nature, sheer force alone. As he watched her shrug out of the light jacket and move about the small studio apartment he couldn't help but feel drawn to her anew. Her movements, quick and effective, reminded him of a frightened little rabbit, her lithe grace of a majestic deer, posing and enticing its hunter, practically inviting him for a chase. And then there were her eyes. Warm, uncertain, giving, in such sharp contrast to his own vibrant stare that kept following her around, no shuddery breath of nerves, no shaky fingers escaping his attention. She was growing afraid of him again. Now that the fog of desire was slowly clearing from her mind, her human instincts and natural fears were surfacing once more. She was alone after all. She had invited a stranger she had barely met into her home and now they were alone. In her apartment, in her own little sanctuary, in the middle of the night. His nostrils flared as he finally took the seat indicated at the small kitchen table, the heady aroma of her fear drifting to him once again. "It is not my first time in case that helps," she offered with the barest hint of a playful smile. She had noticed him eying the bowl of lukewarm water and the first aid kit she was about to open suspiciously. Meeting someone with nosophobic tendencies was not much of a news for her though and she was determined to ignore her second thoughts and focus on putting his mind at ease instead. He was not there to hurt her. He was the man who came to her rescue when she was in danger, Rosaline reasoned. If he had wanted to harm her he could have done so in the park. "You mean you have a history of inviting complete strangers to your place?" She glanced up from the bandage she was about to unwrap with surprise at his words and teasing tone as delicious pink flowers started to bloom in her cheeks. He licked his dry lips absentmindedly, wishing again for the sweet taste of her lips under his own, longing to feel of the heat against his scruffy face that had her cheeks illuminated so enticingly. "No, that was not what I meant!" Rosaline replied, cursing her fair complexion once again. His smile was utterly disarming and self satisfactory enough to make her lose her train of thought. "No?" "No." He leaned in close. Their faces separated only by inches, his voice a husky whisper against her trembling bottom lip. "Did you mean perhaps, that you don't make it a habit to succumb to strange men in the darkness of a deserted park? For some, it might seem like an invitation you know, a pretty girl like you, all on her own ... looking so very frightened. Or is it perhaps just an act? Is she parading around? Looking for a cheap thrill, a bit of adventure? Perhaps looking to be kissed thoroughly, to be claimed and taken, hard and roughly, to have her feminine charms enjoyed and toyed with by whomever shall be man enough to handle her for the night." The cotton swab dabbed in alcohol pressed into the side of his face with a biting sting in reply. "I meant, I shall be certainly nurse enough to handle you for the night," Rosaline's stated brushing the swab across the side of his face and clearing the wound with limited gentleness. "Ouch! That bites!" "If I remember correctly, you could handle biting quite well earlier tonight." She pulled the neckline of her sweater aside, exposing the bruised column of her neck and sure enough a few faint and less faint hickey and gentle bite marks on her alabaster skin. Desire and guilt surged through his system at the sight. His. She had been his. Willing and so very compliant in his arms. His desire for her was turning rapidly into a painful longing that could not be denied much longer, her warmth, her closeness, her scent infiltrating his senses and calling to his wild side with ever growing urgency. There was no way he would make it through the night without having her, without tasting her again, claiming and marking her as his own, he though desperately while watching her tend to his injury in quick and effective ways. He could see the turmoil reflected on her face, the professionalism and moral battling desire and need. He had seen it many times before. The outcome of the battle was not a question for him yet he was surprised with the depth of the attraction he had developed for her in such a short time, mere hours even. She gave him feelings he couldn't even remember, feelings he had not experienced for months, at least that much he could tell for sure. There was peace in her arms, safety and fulfillment in her every kiss and a calmness in her gentle touches that seemed to sooth his inner beast without breaking his passion, rather mold his wild desires, focus and bend them until the only thing he could think of was her smile, her scent, her moans, her satisfaction, her joy. In those moments she had become his whole world, the safe haven he had always longed for, the one that seemed to elude him until now. His home. *** The glass flew across the room and shattered on the dark hardwood floor, followed by the hysteric shriek of the scarcely clad young woman scrambling to her feet. "Booze. The only solution known to men." Golden eyes dilated in surprise and obvious annoyance, an angry fist tightening protectively around the bottle of whiskey. "Christ woman! Knocking implies the door and not the glass out of my hand! Have you gone mad? What concern is that of yours anyway? It is not like it would kill me, now is it!?" Long, slender fingers, tapered with deep red fingernails trapped his windpipe in the blink of an eye in an iron grip. "Mad, my little pet, does not even come close to the full extent of my anger," she hissed into his ear. The pair of bright emerald eyes, surrounded by enticingly long, dark lashes bore into his very soul. "Get your things and get out of here very fast." the elegant redhead added coldly over her shoulder. The young woman grabbed her discarded items of clothing in record time. Turning to the door she seemed to hesitate. "He still owes me." The questioning look shot her way made her cringe. The lady obviously was not in the mood for long explanations. "Money," the girl whispered in a soft voice, backing away slowly. "But it is not that much really." she added in a rush. "Go downstairs, tell Dominic, he will compensate your expenses and make sure you get to your chosen destination safely." "Oh that ... that is really not necessarily ..." she started to protest. It had seemed like such a good first deal. The man fit the bill so nicely. Clean looks, fancy clothes and an expensive car to match them. She still dreaded the idea of selling her body but the attraction this stranger had sparked in her instantly helped to overcome much of that fear. Damn it, why did his wife have to ruin it all?! And why would someone hire a girl with a woman like that at home? She just couldn't wrap her mind around it. "I insist," the lady demanded with a calculated and calm authority that could not be denied. "Leave us. Please. We have much to discuss, Quentin and I." He heard the door close quietly and cursed under his breath. "You have misbehaved, my dear. And what is even worse, you have been careless." "Since when .... is drinking ... a .... crime?" he gritted out when she lightened her hold on him enough to let him speak. "I don't appreciate denial. I am very disappointed in you Quentin. You know how I feel about jumping unaware girls, my dear. No matter what phase of the moon or how high your libido. We are no animals!" She tossed him aside with ease that betrayed her glamorous yet perfectly feminine frame and started to pace the room, boiling anger radiating from her every step towards the heap of a man on the floor. The sound of her heels echoed threateningly in his ears. "Loosen up ... argh ... for Christ's sake Amelia! Would you break my neck over a hooker?" "Your little prostitute is none of my concerns. Dominic will handle her just fine. Why don't we talk about your more public affairs though? What about that Little Red Riding Hood of yours in the city? The one you tried to jump in the park, surrounded by surveillance cameras?" She noticed the change in him instantly. Her words had triggered memories that obviously didn't leave the beast in him unaffected. Quentin rose from the floor gracefully, his nostrils flaring and his breathing growing labored. "Amelia, I am sorry, truly. I swear I meant her no harm. It was just ...the moon ... I couldn't resist." The desperation in his voice surprised her quite a bit. It sounded so odd, so honest, so unlike the Quentin she knew. "I know you are. And I know you will be even more sorry. Soon. I don't tolerate such behavior, neither the disrespect you have shown me. The clan has grown weak and decadent in my absence, an example needs to be set for all to see and so a lesson cannot be avoided." Dropping to one knee in defeat he bowed his head automatically. "Yes, My Lady." Her slender fingers stroked the midnight tresses of his hair soothingly, her touch growing more relaxed. "Quentin, Quentin. You make me wonder if there is ever going to be a woman to tame your wild ways. I for one have obviously failed. It might take more than strengths and power though, perhaps even a mate?" He caught a hint of her melancholic smile before the authority returned to reign her elegant features. "As for tonight we have more pressing matters at hand. Here is what you will do. First, tell me all about that foolish live wrestling show you put on with that stray, then get dressed and better keep your pants up while you trace the girl for me." *** She tiptoed across the hall as quietly as possible. The house seemed even bigger and more of a labyrinth from the inside than she had originally suspected when her customer had driven her up the long drive way. The darkness of the night might have concealed most of the mansion's true extant, she decided while searching for a way of sneaking out, preferably unnoticed by any more enraged wonder women. "Ahem." The sound was so quite, so reserved that she would probably not even noticed the man clearing his throat had she not been listening so intently. It made her freeze on the spot and turn towards the fireplace at the other side of the hall. Sure enough, in the dim light of the dying flames she could make out the form of a person sitting in a nearby chair. "May I help you, Miss?" She hesitated, her unease mounting. No matter the calm tone of the voice, its decidedly male timbre made her cringe and take a step back. "I ... I was just looking for the door. I ... I'm leaving," she stammered. The man rose form the chair quietly, closing the book in his hand with a loud thud. "Very well, Miss. Is there anything else I can do for you?" "No ... no, thank you. Just the door. I mean, this house is huge ... if you could just show me to the door please ... and maybe call a cab. That would be great." The polite smile she forced herself to plaster on did probably little to improve her appearance, she knew. He walked closer as he spoke, startling green eyes scanning over her face before traveling lower curiously. She cringed again, painfully aware of the mess she looked with the wrinkled cocktail dress thrown on in haste and the flitery jacket across her shoulders. Her disarrayed dirty blond locks and the smeared make up covering her face left little to the imagination about the nature of her visit. A deep blush rose in her cheeks at the way the handsome stranger seemed to asses her. "My name is Dominic Cagliostro. I believe the lady of the house wishes for you to be compensated for the events of the evening." His politeness along with the compassionate look on his face made the young woman drop her gaze in shame. She had become a whore and obviously it didn't take much to see it. Not even for a complete stranger. She jumped when he touched her shoulder ever so gently to get her attention. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. I also believe that she wished for you to be seen home safely," he added in a kind voice. "If you wish me to call you a cab I will do so but I have to admit, I would feel much better if I could see you home ... or any other destination you have in mind ... personally." She looked up at him in surprise, a frown soon darkening her pretty face. Was he insulting her again? Making the offer with ulterior motives? Dominic smiled at her and simply waited. Watching the wheels turn in her head was delighting. Underneath the mess of paint and the cheap clothing he could still recognize beauty, the beauty of a vulnerable girl that touched the protective strings of his heart. "I'm Angel .... and ... I really just want to go home, please." She told him finally, her shoulders slumping in defeat under the stress of the night. If he turned out to be taking advantage of her or hurt her, so what? It is not like she hadn't endured and survived such before. For a moment even the thought crossed her mind, that maybe, just maybe everyone would be better off without her anyway. His smile faded, turning into a stern nod. "Do you have everything?" She nodded, clutching Angela's shiny purse to her chest to hide the scandalous cleavage the tight scrap of her clothing provided. She never noticed the end of her hose trapped by the zipper and peeking out though. If Dominic had noticed, he didn't give any indication of it either. "Good. Please follow me then. The place may seem intimidating at first sight, but don't worry. I know it like my palm." Through dark corridors and richly furnished halls they made their way into the garage. Well, actually it looked more like an exhibition hall of expensive cars she had mostly only seen in magazines and on TV before, with a group of fancy looking motorcycles completing the show. Noticing her interest Dominic seemed inclined to make much dreaded chit chat. "Do you ride?" Oh, boy. Wrong question. The emotions flickering across her face changed from confusion, over hurt to shame, finally resulting in a stubborn shake of her head. "Me neither. Those are fancy toys, but I may be too old fashioned for them. I still prefer powerful horses to horse power." The hint of a smile that touched her mouth made him feel suddenly much better while holding the passenger door of one of the less fancy town cars open for her. She slid into the fine leather seat with the best grace she possessed, trying to act as normal as possible and be on her best behavior. She wasn't exactly sure why but she wanted to show this man, this stranger that she was more than met the eye. Not a hooker. Or well, at least not only a prostitute. Most of the drive passed in silence, except for the occasional direction she gave him. She had no intention of letting him drive her home, though that was the only place she longed for. Instead it would have to be somewhere close. The troubled, cheap side of the city she still felt ashamed of, despite having lived there now for over a year. The cellphone buzzing in her purse brought an unexpected change of plans though. Stray Prey Ch. 02 "What do you mean you dropped her off?!!" Dominic focused his attention on the road, all too aware of the racing heart beat of the woman sitting next to him. Her pupils dilated and despite the remnants of make up, he noticed the color draining from her face. Something was terribly wrong. "Angie, please! I can't believe you just .... Listen to me! Please! Who does ... Where did you leave her?" The panic in her voice was turning hysteric and was starting to affect Dominic as well. His stomach tightened with an ugly forbearance. He forced himself to keep his calm though, loosing it will certainly not be of much assistance, whatever difficulties the girl was about to face. Angel, he corrected himself, though highly doubting that being her real name. "Ok, listen ... I will be there it ten minutes. Could you please just go back and get her. I'll be right there. Please? Angie? Hello?! Angie! Damn it!" she dropped the phone wiping an angry tear off her cheek. "I can't believe she did that!" Dominic glanced over at her, his calm gaze locking on her terrified one for a moment, radiating an air of authority and strength she had not noticed underneath his reserved demeanor and immaculate politeness before. "Where to?" She muttered the address, sinking back in her seat and murmuring a silent prayer. The street lights flickered as they rode along the mostly deserted streets, occasionally passing activities of the night. The apartment building looked like a dozen others in the neighborhood. Old, run down and poorly maintained. Before Dominic could have uttered a word or stopped the car completely, she had torn the door open and practically jumped out of it, flying up the steps, taking them two at a time. "Thanks for the ride," he caught her words on the rising wind before she disappeared into the building. He parked car, the caller's words that had her completely unsettled still echoing in his hypersensitive ears. "The job was unexpected ... I just got the call on short notice ... no ... I left her at Laura's ... what else was I supposed to do? Would you have rather I took her with me? Sorry, the client's here .... gotta run." Meantime on the first floor shaking fingers searched the shiny purse for an elusive set of keys for long moments before finally succeeding and tearing the door open. "Angie? Annie? Where are you?!" She had the rooms checked shortly, the lack of success making her heart fall. Tears welled up in her eyes before she suddenly remembered. Laura! She had to be at Laura's! Oh God! Rushing out the door she climbed the stairs to the second floor in record time, knocking on the door of 13/B frantically. The music streamed from the apartment in loud thuds, the sounds of a party sneaking into the corridor and making her bang even harder. "What the fuck?" A greasy man's irritated, unshaved face stuck out the door slit. Frank. Oh, God, had Laura taken that bastard back? She swallowed the bile rising in her throat and forced a smile. "Hi. Can I speak with Laura, please?" "She ain't none of your concern!" he barked back angrily, attempting to shut the door. She kicked her right foot into the doorway instinctively, unaware of the bruising his persistence would result in later. "Back off bitch, I won't say it again!" "Please, Frank. I am just hear to pick up Annie," she pressed more desperately, coughing from the heavy smoke of pot streaming through the crack of the door. "There ain't no Annie here. Now piss off!" She grimaced from the pain, gritting her teeth stubbornly. "Annie is my baby. Angie said she had left her with Laura, I am just here to pick her up and we'll be on our way." Suddenly the door swung open, Frank filling the doorway with a lascivious grin. "Is that right? You're that whinny little things momma, aren't you?" She nodded, unable to meet his eyes or those of the other party guests, eying the doorway curiously through pot and booze hazed gazes. "What kind of a mother are you? Sending your kid to a crack whore, like Laura!" He spat the words into her face. "If someone had done that with my kid, I would shake them up good enough for sure. Or is that it maybe? Aren't you even here for the whiny little bastard but to party with us? Dressed the way you are?" The mortified look that crossed her face made him erupt with laughter. "No! I am here for my daughter! Give her to me, please." "How about you baby my little frank for a while ... nice and slow ... gotta pay the babysitter too. And from the looks of you, you don't seem to be able to offer cash anyway." She never saw the punch coming as she was pulled aside suddenly, stumbling into the hall. "Asshole!" She heard a slightly familiar voice shout. "Anyone else looking for trouble?" She scrambled to her feet warily, struck by panic when she heard the crying. Annie! It was Annie! She would have recognized her voice anywhere! Bursting into the room she stumbled over groaning, beaten up bodies. Briefly noticing Frank's fainted form atop the coffee table, blood streaming from his nose. Her mouth fell open as she saw Laura emerge from an adjacent room, with the baby on her arm and Dominic following close behind. Her breath smelled of booze and made the young mother dizzy with nausea for a moment. "Hey, don't worry. We had lotsa fun ... Penny and I." She grabbed her crying daughter frantically, racing out of the place as fast as she could be sure not to stumble and fall. "Shh, sweetheart. It's alright now. Mommy is here. Everything will be fine now." Walking down the steps she clutched the little girl in her arms tightly, afraid someone would follow her and snatch her from her arms. The door of her apartment was wide open, just as she had left it in her frenzy. Trying to calm her still crying daughter as much as her own nerves she never noticed Dominic entering right behind her. Finally sitting down on a chair she slipped off the strap of her dress with a wary sigh. He stared. He instinctively knew he was not supposed to but he seemed unable to help it. Never in his life had he seen anything more touching and beautiful than watching this disheveled and completely exhausted woman trying to calm and nurse the bundle in her arms. He watched with fascination as the baby finally took her lead, accepting the puffy, dark nipple and suckling on it eagerly. The little one was obviously hungry. The peace that settled over the run down apartment with this simple act of motherly love didn't leave Dominic's aged heart unaffected either. It seemed like a small miracle. A connection between mother and child that lifted them from the depth of desperation and their sorry surroundings, a moment of peace and intimacy that couldn't be soiled by the events of the night and neither by the presence of an intruder like him. Long moments passed, with the young woman caressing the child's chubby little cheeks, twirling its golden locks around her finger. When she finally looked up he was caught off guard by the shock and fear on her face, such a sharp contrast to the peace and joy he had witnessed mere moments ago. "What ... what are you doing here?!" "I was just ... just wanted to make sure you were alright. Both of you," he added with a touching smile. "No, of course we aren't! You have just beaten up Frank DeLaggio and his gang!" "Those worms won't cause anyone trouble tonight." "Of course not! But what will happen tomorrow, in the morning, when they get off their trip? It will be my door they come banging on for answers and revenge for their bruised egos!" "We are not alright. We are not safe. Thank you very much!" She hissed, targeting all her anger and frustration at him. Dominic cringed, probably for the first time during the night and for a long time. Running a hand through the unruly strands of his coppery hair, he weighed his options carefully. A bunch of stoned potheads and a fight he could handle without a problem, having a woman mad at him, however, was a completely different matter. "Well, is there a place you could go to? At least for a while, until things have calmed down? Family, distant relatives perhaps?" Obviously that was the wrong question again. He for sure was developing a talent for asking those when it came to this girl. Woman. Mother. "What about your husband?" "I am not married." Talk about wrong questions. "Her father ... she doesn't have one ... I mean there was a guy but he didn't stick around when I told him about the pregnancy so ... it's just the two of us." It felt awkward. He was the one who had screwed her life up, why the hell should she feel the need to explain about her circumstances to him in the first place! "I'm sorry." Dominic fell silent for a long time. Watching little Annie get unsettled upon her mother's arm once her meal was finished. She tried to calm her daughter but to no avail. A faint smile crossed Dominic's face. "Could I try to take her? Just for a moment?" No way in heaven or hell! Her face spoke volumes and he scolded himself even for the faint hope in his heart. He was a stranger, a brute even who beat up people, how could he have expected her even to consider. "She is not taking well to strangers." With an understanding nod he walked closer, smiling wryly at the child and soon catching her interest. His attention utterly captivated by the chubby little creatures big, pale blue eyes and that cute little nose scattered with strawberry freckles, he didn't even notice its mother slipping the strap of her dress in place again. She was quite surprised if not shocked to see the fascination those two seemed to hold for each other, their gaze a matching mirror of wonder and delight. His fingertips brushed the baby's hair faintly before traveling to its marvelously soft face and earning a coo of joy. Annie's little fists soon found their way into the coppery tresses of his fair, caressing, tugging and giggling at the faces Dominic made. When he looked up at the young mother his own eyes were dancing with a happiness that took her breath away. "I guess that means I am not that much of a stranger anymore." The cell phone in his pocket started to vibrate, breaking the spell of the moment. "Sorry, I need to take it. It seems important." Dominic apologized with a wary smile. "Right now? Look, I am kind of busy at the moment. Oh, I see. That is a problem of course. Give me an hour then. Right. I'll hurry." *** The idea was crazy. More than crazy actually, she thought. Perhaps Frank was right. Perhaps she was a terrible mother and this was only another prove of her lack of competence. Annie didn't seem to mind much though and soon dosed off in her mother's tight embrace in the backseat of the car. "I'll make sure to get a baby seat first thing tomorrow. And anything else you might need." Dominic promised while they waited for the big iron gate to open. Through the rear view mirror his calm and collected gaze met the young mother's worried eyes. "You'll be safe here. And welcome to stay as long as you want. No one will bother you Sarah or expect anything from you, I promise you that." "I don't think she'll be happy to have us in her home, the way we met ... after what happened tonight" she worried quietly, dropping her eyes from his face in the mirror in shame. She heard his rich, melodic laughter for the first time. "Amelia acts though at times. Being the head of a big family demands that once in a while. It was Quentin she was mad at, not you. She is a good person Sarah and wouldn't deny me anything. The only thing I want right now is for you and Annie to feel safe. And welcome in our home." "I couldn't blame her for being mad, even at me. Especially at me. What woman would not be if she found her husband ..." The door of the garage closed behind them slowly as the lights came on. Dominic seemed perfectly comfortable to navigate his way and park in darkness though. His smile was easy as he took Annie from her mother's arm, helping them out of the car. "If Amelia ever catches her husband in the act ... well, God have mercy with them because she for sure won't be that generous. I wish for her to find a suitable partner, more than you could know ... but I highly doubt Quentin ever fitting the bill. He is ruled by his passions, his wild side. She despises him as weak for it. I think there is lots those two could learn from each other but doubt they would make it to the altar before killing each other. Don't worry, Sarah. You are welcome here, Annie and you are my guests and everyone will treat you accordingly, with the utmost respect." A young girl, a teenager really, popped her head into the doorway. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your guests?" She asked with a cheeky smile. "Aren't you supposed to be fast asleep at this time of the night? "How could I? The hunters have left just half an hour ago!" the girl exclaimed excitedly. The slight frown that crossed Dominic's forehead seemed to work more of a magic than any scolding would have. "I see. Let me introduce you then. Sarah meet my eavesdropping plague of a baby cousin, Alexandra. Lexy, this is Sarah Michaels and this sleeping beauty here is her daughter, Leann. They are my guests and will be staying with us for a while." "Awwww! Aren't you a cutie! Can I hold her for a bit? Please?" Sarah couldn't help but smile at the excitement on the young girl's face. Dominic looked at her questioningly, almost pleading with his eyes to have the mother say no. When she finally nodded he let the excited girl take the baby, handing the bundle over with much reluctance and great care. "Careful, she doesn't take well to strangers." Dominic warned her with a good natured smile, winking at Sarah and enjoying the faint blush that crossed her face. "I am no stranger! I am your aunt Lex," she announced proudly, looking at the little girl in her arms with an adoration that made Sarah feel instantly welcome. "You better go ahead and mind family business though! I'll have Sarah and my new niece settled in." Dominic gave them an exasperated smile. "See? That is the exact reason why a woman runs this household! It's hereditary!" "And highly infectious," Lexy added with a playful wink of her own. Her cousin rolled his eyes, turning to Sarah. "I hate to leave you like this but it is a family affair, and an urgent one at that. I'll be back as soon as possible and will check on the two of you. You are in capable hands with Lexy. Everything will be alright, ok?" He had leaned in close, their faces not quite touching, his voice still to be heard for his cousin but spoken in a tone of intimacy meant just for Sarah. He wanted to stay, to reassure her, to not only promise her safety but to make her feel safe as well. But he couldn't, not right now anyway. Those few words and the sincere promises radiating from the depth of his emerald eyes were all he could give. She seemed to understand him though and nodded quietly. "We'll be fine. Don't worry. Just take care and we'll see you tomorrow." "Alright." "And Dominic?" "Yes?" "Thank you." *** Author's Note: and a thank you to you too for reading along and for being so wonderfully patient with me! If you made it this far please take a moment to vote and let me know what you think. Your opinion is much appreciated. :-) - Corvinus Stray Prey Ch. 03 Sarah followed the young woman into the house with her daughter still sound asleep in her arms. The mansion looked even more deserted and mysterious to her at this late hour than it had earlier in the evening. "I think it will be best if you stay here for tonight," Lexy decided, opening a heavy door on the first floor and ushering them in. She flicked on the light and Sarah's breath caught in her throat. The room was spacious and generously furnished, a soft shade of dark green dominating the decoration with heavy curtains and soft plush carpets draped over the dark hardwood floor. In the center of the room, a tall four poster bed stood proudly, ruling the space from its pedestal, an elegant bed cover in a matching shade of green and a few inviting throw pillows completing its majestic looks. Sarah suspected that the sheets of that bed alone cost more than all the furniture in their shabby little apartment together. "Oh, we can't ... really," she started to back out of the room in protest. Lexy grabbed her hand and simply tugged her back inside. "Yeah, I know, all this dark furniture and the those terrible colors! Might look more of a crypt than an actual bedroom at first sight. I've been offering Dominic to redecorate it for ages but he is such a man of habit. I'll see to have a brighter and more suitable one readied for you tomorrow and have the rest of the house informed about your visit once everyone gets home but in the meantime, just for tonight, I think it would be best for the two of you to stay here. Dominic is such a brooding and reserved person, I can hardly find you a more private spot in the whole house than his room, really. I mean, I would offer you mine, but people come bouncing in and out of it by the minute and you my little beauty," she cooed at Annie, " you certainly need your beauty sleep, don't you pretty one?" Sarah just stood there, trying to take it all in. Was the girl really expecting them to stay in Dominic's bedroom? So much for no one will expect anything from you! Sensing her unease, Lexy stopped arranging the bed for them. "I know it is not an ideal solution but you'll be safe here. The property is guarded 24/7, no one can get on or even slip off it without the security system noticing. Besides, Dominic has much influence here and practically no visitors, except for Amelia maybe once in a blue moon. She is out for the night though and not expected to return before the morning. I wish I could offer to stay here with you but ... being the baby of the family ... everyone seems to feel so very responsible, I am probably monitored more closely than the president's daughter!" Her lively gesticulation along with the dizzy, bubbly lightheartedness that radiated from her vibrant personality earned Lexy finally a small smile from their late night guest. "Alright. We are staying. I mean ... I am sorry for bothering you so much, we really shouldn't. It is very kind of you to help us in the first place. We really appreciate it." "Hey, there is nothing I wouldn't do for my niece." She declared, planting a small kiss on Annie's forehead while peeling her carefully from her mother's arms. "Why don't you go and take a shower? There is an adjacent bathroom behind that door there. I can watch her for you if you like and find you something to wear for the night." Looking at her sleeping daughter Sarah hesitated. She had grown to trust Lexy quite a bit in such a short time but leaving her baby alone made her heart pound with worry, calling back images of Laura's apartment and the greasy Frank, the results of the last misfortunate attempts at trusting a babysitter. "I ... I suppose I should do that," she said finally, thanking the girl. Caressing her daughter for a long moment she let go reluctantly, disappearing into the bathroom for the quickest shower of her life. "Mommy's had quite a tough day, huh? Don't you worry a bit though, cutie. Dominic will take good care of her and aunt Lex will make sure to take the very best care of you. Come on, sweet one, lets get you settled for the night." *** The moon stood high above the park by the time he arrived, forcing Dominic to keep a tight check on his temper. He drove up to the iron box at the side of the road, rolling down the window and fiddling with the lock for a moment before the slightly rusty metal gave way. "The security alarm will get off as soon as I snap the cable. It is a switch connection, they should be able to reset the cameras within 10 minutes or less, so be quick about it." "Ready," the multiple replies echoed in his ear piece. "Set in 3 ... 2 ... 1 ... go!" While the hunters swarmed out to scan the park for traces, he turned to the on board laptop. "Ulysses? Cagliostro here. Forgive me for bothering you at such a late hour but we are in need of an urgent favor. Yes, one of our men .... the name is Quentin ... a complete data sweep ... Fed's have a tape that might cause trouble and have him recognized. Just the usual electronic clean up and a new identity ... yes, it is quite urgent. Thank you, Ulysses. You will be compensated accordingly of course." "Seven minutes," he breathed after disconnecting. "Sector one clean." "Sector four to six clean." "Sector three, positive, " came Amelia's triumphant declaration. "Get his sorry ass over here, there is work to do." Dominic leaned back in his seat, watching the automatic count down display run over the red numbers and monitoring the operation on autopilot. His thoughts were drifting though, back to Sarah and Annie, the enchanting picture of the young mother nursing her child all too vivid in his imagination. His fingers itched to reach for the cellphone and call Lexy, to make sure everything was alright. It had been almost an hour. They have probably all gone to bed and are fast asleep by now. Calling would be foolish, he reasoned, his eyes fixed on the display. 4:57. He could swear that those annoying numbers were turning much slower than usually! *** The door of the van roared shut and Amelia slid gracefully into the passenger seat, her face a stoic mask despite the fact that they were alone. He sensed the turmoil of thoughts behind the tightly locked walls of her mind, her unease, but couldn't find a way to penetrate the reserve she had so carefully erected. With an exasperated sigh, Dominic finally relented and kicked the car in gear. "Should you feel like sharing, I'm here," he added simply, leaving her to the privacy of her worries. Dominic. Sweet Dominic, if you only knew! Not yet though, it was too soon to tell, she couldn't take a chance, not with this one. She would have to make sure before telling him. Or anyone else for that matter. Quentin had been so engrossed with the girl and the horny attraction the rising moon had sparked in him, he simply fought the stranger, intent on beating him, on chasing him away and having the girl all to himself. Gathering information was far from his mind. Luckily. She would have probably have him gagged, chained and locked up in any other case. There was no way he could have kept his big mouth shut without some assistance, Amelia thought spitefully. "We are going home," she declared finally, "Quentin is following the trace and is to report when the girl is found. We have to find out how much she saw and knows. I have sent Bruce as his shadow. Can't have his sorry ass get us in trouble again." "What about the stray?" "He seems to have only chimed in to protect the girl from our self proclaimed Don Juan. There shouldn't be any trouble." "Are you sure?" Amelia's eyebrows shut high in annoyance. "Of course I am! Are you questioning my decision?" Dominic's smile didn't quite reach his eyes as he bowed his head. "Of course not. I trust your judgment." "Then get us home and lets have some rest, just like everyone else. Bruce is on the guard and will let us know about the progress soon enough." Home. The word seemed to have developed a new appeal for Dominic. Amelia watched him accelerate the car just a little more than his usually relaxed and calm manners would allow. Her emerald eyes searched his face for long moments before the picture of a run down apartment appeared in her mind. So that was why he had relented so easily! The young mother's face she saw triggered other memories though, her disheveled looks, the messy dirty blond locks, until she conjured up a quite different image of the same young woman, kneeling half naked in front of Quentin's tall frame, her shaky fingers fiddling with the zipper of his fly. "Was that really necessary? To show me that?" Dominic demanded suddenly out loud, anger overtaking his usually composed demeanor. Amelia squeezed his arm gently. "If you are falling even half as deeply for the girl as I suspect, then yes, more that necessary. You have to see clearly who you are dealing with. In your own interest." "You mean in the clan's interest." "Yes, that as well. Quentin is hard to control as it is, I can't have you slit each other's throat over the honor of a human hooker." "Her name is Sarah! She and her daughter will stay at the mansion for a while. They are my guests and I expect you and everyone else to treat them accordingly." Complications. Humans meant nothing but complications and complications were the last thing Amelia needed at that moment. She fought hard to regard the situation from a positive point of view. Perhaps the little distraction they provided would not be that bad after all. A baby and a prostitute. It will certainly have the house buzzing with interest and keep Dominic busy enough to stay out of the affairs of the family for a while. Putting Quentin's big mouth and bruised ego to good use should prevent them from getting settled too cozily. Afterwards, once the stray had been hunted down and killed, she could still find a way to get rid of them. *** Barely had darkness fallen upon her room with Rosaline switching off the lamp on her nightstand, she felt the bed shift behind her already with the massive weight of her guest. "What are you doing here?" She hissed in the darkness, all too aware of her heart beat accelerating and her body reacting to his closeness once again with mounting arousal. "Your couch is awfully cold," he complained, slipping under the bed cover and snuggling close to her side. His arm went around her slender waist with ease, pulling her close to his hard, naked body, wrapping himself in her softness and warmth with a clingy embrace. "Nice to see that you still remember the couch being part of our sleeping arrangements." "Come on, sweet Rose. Drop those thorns. I really just want to smell you for a while. Maybe touch you, taste you. It's been so long. I can impossibly remember if you are truly as enticing for real as in my fading memories," he crooned into her ear, his tongue an able seducer against the sensitive skin of her neck. "It's been barely five minutes," she mewled in weak protest. "Actually more like three, " he corrected, suckling on the tender flesh just underneath her jawline. "This is different though, don't you think?" His hands didn't remain still either. They seemed intent upon exploring every inch of her, every delicious valley and curve of her unsettled body, traveling across the graceful expanse of her back, relishing in the gentle contrast of the soft cotton camisole and her silken skin, brushing against the side of her breasts teasingly, tickling her belly in the most delicious ways that had her shaking with giggles and rubbing her thighs together with mounting need and pure sexual frustration. "How ... how so?" She managed to finally string together the question that had been on her mind all along. His exploration against the generous curve of her bottom, those teasing fingers at the back of her pajama pants, tugging at the waistband playfully, were for sure not helping to carry on their conversation. "I am not quite sure. It feels very different to me though. Might just be the darkness, its mystery. So much more intimate. You even feel warmer in my arms, softer to the touch. There are no vibrant lights around to steal the limelight from your pretty face, those delicious lips, the blush that creeps into your cheeks whenever you realize that you are starting to get wet for me. Hot, wanton and so very wet. God, Rose! I want you so much!" She was not quite prepared for the vehemence of his attack, his arms tightening around her waist and ribcage almost painfully. His kiss was hungry, forceful and demanding, barely leaving her time to catch her breath before diving back into the sweet cavern of her mouth for more. He felt lightheaded and wanton himself, insatiable when it came to the feel, the smell, the taste of her. He couldn't get enough, finding himself caught in a vicious circle of desire. Every gentle bite, every kiss, every single one of her compliant moans urging him on, scourging his desire for her anew. Faster, stronger, more demanding until reason seemed to have left his mind completely, leaving him in a crazed state of sexual ecstasy. She squirmed in his arms, fighting for air, struggling to get out from underneath him but only managing to get more entwined with his needful body. Arching her back she met his fierce kisses with a passion that betrayed her inexperience, wanting, needing more. His hunger and urgency proved infectious and soon had both of them panting hard, their lips barely parting, their naked bodies entangled in the sensual dance of mating. He coaxed her open, peeling one item of clothing after the other off her squirming body, purposeful, unrelenting, until she became aware of the throbbing heat of his flesh rubbing sensually against the moist juncture of her thighs. Her pussy oozed with need under the ministration of his expert fingers, coating his rigid flesh with the evidence of her arousal, the heavy smell of their mingled excitement filling the air around them and driving him absolutely wild. When he grabbed her hips purposefully, rising above her hyperstimulated body, getting ready to plunge himself into the depth of her sweetness, Rosaline was struck by sudden panic . "Wait! Wait! Please wait," she pleaded, her fingers digging into the straining muscles of his arms. A low growl erupted from his throat. "This ... is not the most ideal moment for a chit chat," he gritted out with obvious effort but keeping his body perfectly still. The way she licked her dry lips, the sensual morsel of her tongue caressing her swollen bottom lip, did not exactly help to keep his libido in line or his control either. "It is just that ... I am not like this ... not this kind of girl ... you must understand, please!" Biting her bottom lip and nibbling on it nervously she hesitated. God, she was about to ruin it all! Should she just go through with it and not tell him? What must he think of her now? A wanton whore, a cheap, easy girl jumping a complete stranger like a bitch in heat! God, she felt so terribly ashamed. The tears that rolled down her cheek as she turned her head away were met by the gentle brush of his fingertips. "Rose, sweet Rose. Please don't cry. I already know," he crooned into her ear. In the darkness he saw her eyes go wide, look at him bewildered. She could have impossibly seen the gentle smile curving his lips, the warmth illuminating the depth of his green eyes. Gathering her in his arms tenderly he just held her for long moments, stroking her hair, kissing the side of her face with a gentle generosity that betrayed his own painful desire. "Shh, love. It is alright. I know all this is new for you. Hell, even I have never felt such intensity, such a deep longing before. I was not thinking, but that is no excuse. I should not have my desire blind me and much less scare you. My brave Rose, please don't cry." The hot tears flowed freely, frustration and fear turning into a heart wrenching warmth that seemed to unlock the floodgates under the pressure of the events of the night. Overwhelmed by emotion she clung to him, let him hold her, kiss away her tears. "I want it ... I want you," she tried to explain desperately, to keep him from thinking her some immature cry baby that couldn't handle a man like him, to keep him from walking out of her bed, walking out of her life. "It is just so intense ... so much ... I have never ... never before ..." "I know, love. I know. You are my precious treat, aren't you? All mine and just for me?" He brushed the tip of his nose against hers in a playful Eskimo kiss, delighting in the soft giggle he coaxed from her. "Intimacy is ... it should be mind blowing and intense and drive you crazy, at least that is the only kind that I find worth sharing. When the person you are with becomes the center of your world, the sole purpose of your existence, the reason for your every breath. When you look into their eyes and know that it is them that make the daily struggles of life worthwhile, when you feel them respond to your words, your touches, your every sigh with marvelous synchronism, a visceral reaction that is so rare, so incredibly rare, Rose. I am rambling though, aren't I?" He chuckled against her silky hair softly. Her touch on his face was tender, her caress soothing. "I didn't know that the heart of a poet was hiding in the muscle-bound chest of my hero." His eyes fixed on her thoughtful gaze, the gentle curve of her smile, feeling a peace settle over his heart far beyond the struggles of the animalistic urges that had his body aching with need for release. "Well, I certainly am a man of numerous surprises. But exploring them all takes time ... a brave heart ... and much curiosity." "I was being serious, you know," she answered finally after a long, intimate silence, her fingers never ceasing their touch on the unbruised side of his face. "I do want this, to have you close, to be with you ... I just got frightened .... before. I mean, part of it is my inexperience for sure but another part is ... I know we have just barely met but I feel as if you would already know so much about me and I ... I know almost nothing in return. I don't even know your name!" she finished, burying her burning face against his neck. She felt his chest rise and fall as he let out a shuddery breath, long moments of silence passing between them, their breathing the only audible sound in the room. "I wish I could tell you, I wish it so much, you can't possibly know. But there are things Rose, things I need to get sorted out first, disturbing questions I need to find the answer to before I can move on with my life. I know what it sounds like, when the answer to your every question is "I don't know". I won't ask you to believe me, I won't ask you to trust me. Trust yourself though, try to trust your instincts, love. My own ones have proved the only reliable compass I have. And I can just hope that, if mine have guided me to you tonight, then yours may guide your heart to me." His lips brushed against hers in a feathery light kiss, not the kiss of a conqueror, neither that of a warrior intent on claiming his prize. Rather the kiss of a longing man, warm and lingering, bearing testimony of words that eluded him and promises he couldn't not make. Not yet. But perhaps one day. "And as for my name," he added in a more lighthearted voice, " why don't you give me one?" Her frown was ever so endearing. "What do you mean give you one? Everyone has a name!" "Not that I can recall, I am afraid." "You're teasing," she accused with a pout. "Making fun of me is not nice!" "Can I help it that you look so perfectly adorable whenever your temper rises?" She punched his arm playfully. "You can't possibly be serious!" "Of course I am. Come on, sweet Rose. Give me a name. Everyone has one as you have said. Don't leave me the odd one out, I beg you." Stray Prey Ch. 03 He brushed his lips against the back of her knuckles in a most ancient gesture of chivalry that made smile. He couldn't remember being silly like this in a long time, if ever. It felt surprisingly nice though, to let go of worries and fear for a while and just bask in the attention of this enchanting girl in his arms. Being her hero, the man to save her, the man to make her smile. It was a dangerous feeling, laced with happiness, heady and addictive even but only for tonight, just for this one night, he wanted to take the risk. "Adam. I think I will call you Adam." He smiled approvingly, his eyes twinkling in the darkness. "Adam. I like the sound of that. The first man." My first and only, Rosaline thought wryly for a moment before scolding herself for the very idea. This was certainly no good time to develop dreams, much less foolish expectations. He had made it clear that he wasn't offering a relationship, much less a future. But still, she couldn't quite suppress the hope his words had sparked in heart. "You know Adam, I have been thinking." "What is on your mind, fair one?" His fingers twirled around a lock of her hair absentmindedly, focusing on enjoying simply her closeness, her warmth, even if it was killing him. The desire to be with her, to penetrate that last resolve of her feminine charms, to be united in the most ancient and bounding ways still had his heart pounding with need. But there was another hunger, a less powerful and much more fragile one growing inside him. The longing of a jaded man for the peace and warmth only the unconditional love of a woman could provide. It was a foolish hope, he knew, the circumstances anything but ideal, yet he couldn't deny the connection between them growing, reaching beyond the carnal delights their mating enticed with, turning into a deep yearning that passion alone could never sate. "The man in the park ... who has attacked me ... I have him on my mind ever since." The confession made him tighten his hold on her possessively, surprising him with the bout of jealousy rising in his heart. "I was thinking, we should have called the police you know? I was so very lucky ... that you came along, that you saved me, but what about tomorrow night? When you won't be there? What about the next woman he will try to rape? What if she is not so very lucky and no one will be around to help her? I couldn't live with the idea of it being my fault too ... that the police might have arrested him before if I had just said something, you know?" She felt him stiffen in her arms and then relax slowly. "I know. And you are right of course. We should have called the police." "At that time, it didn't even occur to me, everything happened so fast, it was so confusing. But I was wondering, tomorrow, in the morning ... do you think ... would you come to the station with me Adam? I am nervous about filing a report ... but still, someone should know, so that they can send out patrols or monitor the park more closely, something like that." "You need to do what you feel is right, love. Your intuition won't lead you wrong. Whatever you decide to do, you have my support," he said finally, earning him a tender kiss and tight hug. "Thank you so much Adam! That really means a lot to me." "Let's get some rest, love, morning will break soon enough and you need to be fit and well- rested for tomorrow." Tugging her head under his chin he wrapped his arms around her more tightly as the twilight of dawn started to illuminate the early morning sky. He felt her smile of contentment against his neck, felt her body melt into his and relax as wariness and exhaustion soon were taking over Rosaline's slender form. A few more hours to hold her were all that he had been granted, he knew, no matter how soft and willing she might have felt in his arms during the night. Squinting against the disturbing light he turned his back to the window, shielding her from the first rays of sunshine. Not yet. Just a few more moments, he whispered in a silent prayer, shutting his eyes tightly and letting out a shuddery breath. He listened to her breathing calming, growing shallow and slow against his bruised shoulder. The darkness of the night, his protective friend, was fading to be replaced by the light of the day. Refusing to open his eyes he allowed his thoughts to drift back to the darkness, the intimate touches and feverish kisses they had shared. Rose, his Rose. His but for a few more hours. Half an hour passed before he finally drifted off to an uneasy sleep, already plagued by the sense of loss the morning would bring. *** Author's Note: if you made it this far please take a moment to vote and let me know what you think. Your opinion is much appreciated and the best help to improve the story. Thank you! :-) - Corvinus Stray Prey Ch. 04 Sunshine streamed through the heavy curtains, bathing the room in a soft glow and gently tickling her cheeks awake. With a languid yawn she stretched against the warm sheets, her body relishing the delicious tingles left behind by the seduction of the night. Oh and what a night it had been! Rosaline's sleepy eyes still lingered in her memories, so warm, close and intimate. Passion and tenderness she couldn't have imagined before, all of them united in the gentle touches and maddening kisses of one man. Her Adam. A warm tingle spread through her body as soon as her thoughts started to stir awake more and more of the delicious moments they had shared. A persistent banging soon tore her from the early morning reverie though, her arms reaching out and clutching only the empty sheets. Rosaline's eyes popped open instantly, an ugly suspicion starting to weave its spell around her fragile heart. "Adam?" She called out again and again. Jumping out of the bed she raced to the bathroom, only to find the door wide open. Her vision was growing more and more blurry with every step taken. He wouldn't ... he couldn't have left, could he? Not just like this, not without a word! Or a note perhaps! That must have been it, a note. She raced back into the bedroom, throwing the sheets aside, checking the nightstand, turning every pillow, she even looked under the bed. With disappointment in her heart and slumped shoulders she paddled into the kitchen. Her heart skipped a beat when she noticed the neatly set table, the pile of fresh croissants and the mug of steaming hot coffee. She wanted to dance, wanted to shout, wanted to cry in joy. Then she noticed it, a single serving. He had not intended to stay after all. The realization made her feel dizzy and faint. He had just left. After all they had shared the previous night, the passion, the desire, empty words, probably just meant for seduction, to get into her pants the easy way. God, what a moron she had been! What an idiot to fall for his lines! Her head throbbed painfully and the pounding only seemed to get worse with the ever so persistent banging on her front door. "Go away!" She barked at the door angrily, yet the knocking only grew louder. Wiping the angry tears off her face and tightened the robe around her waist, she took a deep breath and headed for the door. Whomever decided to disturb her in the middle of her most terrible morning was certainly in for the argument of his life! "I said go away! Can't you people understand even that much!" She yelled while unlocking the bottom lock and checking the chain and bolt to be still in place. "I won't say it again! Leave me alone, or I'll call the police!" "That should be hardly necessary Miss, as we are already here," a smooth male voice replied from behind the badge slid through the crack of the door. "I am Special Agent Fredericks and this is my partner, Special Agent Smith. We would like to speak to Rosaline May Duke, please." She looked back and forth between the two men, decidedly disturbed by the heavy sunglasses covering their eyes. "May I ... may I ask what your business is with her?" She ventured tentatively. The dark suits and the professional behavior both of the men displayed made her nervous. Her eyes traveled from the neatly cut beard of the tall Nordic bear of a man in front of her to the slight five o'clock shadow of his partner. The first one was intimidating by his size alone, never mind his smooth manners, while the latter, standing quietly behind him, radiated an intensity that made the tiny hairs stand up at Rosaline's nape. "We are looking for witnesses, clues concerning an incident that occurred last night in the downtown area. We were hoping to speak to Miss Duke and ask her a few questions, that is all," he answered slipping off his sunglasses and revealing a most appealing pair of clear blue eyes. His smile was easy and warm, making Rosaline feel a little bit more at ease. "I have to apologize for such an early intrusion, we certainly don't mean to impose, Miss. It would be just a couple of question and we'll be on our way." Downtown area, he had said. Just like the park. Whether or not that was the incident he was implying, at least they would spare her a most humiliating walk to the station, Rosaline reasoned, finally opening the door. "I ... I am Rosaline Duke. Sorry about the yelling before. It's been just ... the stress of getting ready, the early morning rush. I ... I am not exactly used to having the police waking me in the mornings either." She rambled on, her nerves surfacing once again. Agent Fredericks proved charming and a perfect gentlemen though, carrying on the small talk with a natural ease, gratefully accepting the coffee she offered. He had an engaging personality, perfectly balancing his professional attitude and the compassionate timbre in his voice that made Rosaline want to trust this stranger. "So, how may I help you?" She asked finally, gathering her thoughts and taking her own seat opposite Fredericks at the small kitchen table. "First of all, Miss Duke, I would like to emphasize that you are not under any kind of suspicion here. Suspects are taken in for investigation and are offered coffee by us, not the other way around," he explained, charming a relieved smile from her. "Well, that is nice to hear, I think." "Indeed. I would like to ask you to keep that in mind in the course of our conversation, Miss Duke, alright?" "Alright." "Good. Now, could you tell me what you have been doing last night?" He took a casual sip of his coffee, the slight blush rising in her cheeks never escaping his attention though. "Oh, I ... it just started as the usual Friday night routine, really." "Meaning?" "I was at the library, studying. I often forget about the time when there. One moment I sit down to read and the next thing I know is that they are about to close the place for the night." She explained with a nervous chuckle. "I see. What time have you left the library then, approximately?" "Well, as I said, it was almost closing time, so that would have been around 10 pm." "Where did you go from there?" "I was in a hurry. I wanted to catch the last bus home so I took a short cut through the park across the street." "Bentley Park?" "Yes. I don't normally like to go there, especially not after dark ... there are all kinds of spooky rumors that go around on campus about that place. I was running late though and didn't really have another option." "I see. While crossing the Park, did you notice anything suspicious, anything abnormal?" Glancing at the pile of croissants that were starting to get cold, Rosaline fought to evade the agent's all knowing eyes. Telling the truth should not make her feel uneasy, should not have her heart pounding with guilt, she thought. After all, she might have been a fool to invite Adam into her home, might even have given him the wrong ideas, never really telling him to stop. The truth was she had enjoyed his attentions and didn't kick him out of her bed. He had not taken anything she hadn't offered to him willingly and eagerly, on a silver plate. She might have been a fool to do so, but at least what the rest of the night was concerned she had a clear consciousness and nothing to hide, Rosaline's decided, finally meeting Agent Fredericks' eyes and proceeding to tell him her story. "I am not particularly proud of that night. I guess I should have known better, in many ways. But I have decided to go to the station this morning, to tell someone. If another girl was attacked at the park tonight ... if she was not as lucky as I had been and got raped, or hurt or worse ... I could not have lived with the guilt, Agent Fredericks, you have to believe me that." The handkerchief he handed her was immaculately white and soft against her tear strained cheeks, smelling of expensive cologne. "Miss Duke, being afraid is perfectly normal. It takes time and patience to process the trauma that happened to you. Often many victims get so caught up in their sorrow, shame or anger that they don't even make it as far as the sincere desire to file a report, to do something to prevent the loss they have suffered from happening to others. It is more often than not the result of a long process. I think it proves you a remarkable and very responsible young lady to have come to this decision in such a short time." Sniffing and blowing her nose, Rosaline was unable to answer his kind words but with a wary nod. "Now, is there someone we might call for you? Someone who could come over a stay with you for a while?" "I ... I don't think ... that is not necessary, really." "After having been through such an attack, it can be helpful not to be alone, to have someone to talk to, someone you feel more comfortable around than some strange men in black." She smiled through her tears, appreciating his humor and the attempt to cheer her up. "I am fine, really. That is not necessary. In fact, I'd have it much rather if people at home and at school would not learn about this ... incident. I really just want to forget it ever happened. Please." His smile was gentle, understanding. "It is, of course, your decision Miss Duke. You can count on our discretion. Should something else come to mind, or should you change your mind and feel like talking to someone, you are welcome to call us." She closed the door behind them, slipping the bolt in place with a sigh of relief, clutching the simple business card in her hand. It was over. Finally. Over and done with. Time for fresh start, to leave the dirt and struggles of the night that never happened behind, Rosaline decided, sweeping the croissants into the dustbin with quick efficacy. A hot shower would wash away Adam's scent and touches, her memories would fade in time, at least so she hoped. Perhaps Fredericks was right, perhaps it was going to be a slow process to forgive herself and to forget about him. Nevertheless, she would have to try. *** Wrapped in a fresh set of sweat pants and a faded, soft t shirt, she felt much more human again. The hot water had washed away most of her tears, the rough scrub still had her skin burning as an effective reminder and punishment for the pleasure she had found in Adam's arms. Flipping on the TV she crashed down on the couch, absentmindedly toying with the business card, forcing her mind to go blank, scolding herself every time her thoughts started to shift to memory lane. "Federal Agents! Open the door!" Rosaline scrambled to her feet warily, they for sure had new questions popping into their minds fast! "Did you forget something Agent .... oh ... Hi, may I help you?" She starred at the badge pushed into her face for the second time that morning. "Miss Rosaline May Duke?" "Yes?" "My name is Special Agent Edward Miller, Federal Law Enforcement. I am ..." "An idiot." Rosaline's eyes went wide as the door was pushed open by the dark haired man walking up behind Agent Miller and slapping the back of his head casually in the process. "And a brute. For Christ's sake, Miller! Is there someone down Lancaster Street who has not heard you this morning yet?" Pushing past Rosaline he took a quick glance around, assessing her small studio apartment first, before turning back to her. "Got any guests, Miss Duke?" He asked with a suggestive smile, nodding towards the empty mugs on the counter. "I ... well, no. Not anymore. Would you mind telling me who you are though? And just what makes you think you can march into my home like that?" He flipped his badge open, throwing it onto the kitchen table and taking a seat himself. "I'm Special Agent McAlistair, at your service." He added with a theatrical bow of his head. "And that little scarp of metal Miss, gives me the power to intrude where ever and whenever I feel like it. Though by the looks of things ... you don't seem all that reluctant to accept entry a la nature either." "How dare you talk to me like that?! I have seen enough of those metal toys this morning and frankly, they get less and less impressive with every closer look. I want to speak to your superior right now!" Rosaline took an exasperated look at the Agent still standing on her door step. "Ah, for Christ's sake, Miller! Get your ass over here and shut that door!" "Sir, is it really necessary to ..." "Of course it is! I ain't let a greenhorn tell me how to do my job and if you expect me to treat the aid of a fugitive con like sugar pie, than you still got more to learn than meets the sorry eye that ever makes the mistake to look at your baby face. Now sit down in that corner and shut the fuck up!" She started to inch away, towards the door, not comfortable anywhere close this brute of a man. "Look, Special Agent one or the other. I don't care who you are and what your business is but I want you out of my apartment, right now, or I will call the real police!" His lopsided grin only fueled her anger. "As the lady wishes," he decided finally, "I was almost hoping that our good Miss Duke here would be more cooperative. Seems though that her cooperation is limited to those outside the laws of this fine state. Happy now Miller? Get her cuffed, we're taking her in." *** Golden eyes scanned the lively morning street from behind the wheel of the silver SUV parked across the apartment complex. He watched her walk down the stairs, with hands cuffed behind the small of her back, the baby faced officer leading her to the dark agency car. Her look was defiant and stubborn, betraying the fear he could smell radiating from her, despite the Chinese restaurants fool odors next to them. "What an asshole!" Quentin hissed, his eyes fixed at the rugged looking man walking behind them with a mug of coffee in his hand. "Easy, kid. We are steps ahead of them no matter how much of a show they put on." "Parading her around in cuffs like some beaten dog! Does that sorry prick need that to get it up or what?!" "If I may remind you, you were the one who couldn't control his urges, thus caused all the mess we are trying to clean up here and got the girl involved in the first place. Now keep quiet and be an invisible tail." "Whatever for? They are taking her in, that is more than obvious, isn't it?" "Mac may have the asshole act perfected but he is for sure not dumb. Hands off the girl but keep following her and learn, pup." Gritting his teeth Quentin rolled up the window and obliged. Amelia had enough reason to kick him out of the clan if she decided to and trying Bruce's patience was most likely not helping his cause either. With a reluctant grunt he pulled out of the parking lot, his eyes fixed on the federal plate in front of him. Bruce stroked his beard thoughtfully, taking a comfortable seat at a window table and ordering a Chop Sui. Flipping his cellphone open he leaned back in his seat, his voice soon getting lost in the crowd. "You were right I am afraid. Very similar scent, suspiciously familiar bloodline. The girl knows nothing though, didn't even recognize him this morning. Just a frightened little thing, good morals, poor self control when it comes to carnal attraction it seems. She had the stray's scent all over her, like a marked bitch in heat, I was afraid for a moment that Quentin might jump and take her right then and there in his bout of jealousy." Amelia's chuckle sounded melodic and empty to his ears. "I don't mind him squirming, he for sure could use a lesson in self control." "A lesson is only one if he learns something from it, torture is not very educational." A long pause followed. She didn't take kindly to being opposed to, Bruce was all too aware, but having changed her diapers gave him the distinct advantage when it came to speaking his mind unpunished. "I don't have time for your semantics old man, where is Quentin now?" "Following the girl, your pet agent put on quite a show of taking her in. I've stayed at the apartment in case the stray shows up again. Have you not changed your mind?" "No. He is to be killed, on sight. I'd prefer if it was Quentin doing it but the way things are at the moment, I may need him here to keep Dominic busy and out of line." "You would prefer it if they killed each other, Quentin and the stray, wouldn't you?" "Oh, not a bad idea old man. I never knew you were so deliciously cruel and calculating. I have little use for careless risk factors. Unfortunately, that doesn't seem like a realistic option right now." With a heavy heart and wary sigh Bruce thanked the waitress bringing out his meal. "I can only hope then to never become your prey. Think it over, child. There is still time. I'll let you know how things are progressing soon enough." Amelia remained still in her office for long minutes after the line had gone dead. Her thoughts lingering on the shattered hopes that kept her awake during the night. Bruce had her suspicion confirmed though, a similar scent, the same bloodline, triggering memories of that fateful night, buried in the deepest, darkest recess of her mind, where neither Dominic nor anyone else could reach. Waiting. Sitting around helplessly, doing nothing. Waiting for the phone to ring. It was none of her fortes. Her patience was soon wearing thin. She had to act, to do something before she was going mad with worry. *** "Why do I have this feeling that you are still wasting my time, Ms Duke?" The annoying man hovered above her with mounting anger, his patience obviously slipping away. "But it is the truth, I swear!" He had driven her at the brink of exhaustion, they had been past the tears about an hour ago. "Are you really expecting me to buy such a fairy tale? The big, bad wolf attacking Little Red Riding Hood in the dark, deserted park and a knight in shining armor coming to her rescue? Oh please! What kind of a role playing game was that? Who is the guy playing the wolf in the story?" "I don't know! How many times do I still have to tell you this? I don't know!" Through the fog of desperation a faint memory of the night shone through to her. Adam's words, those quite, tender words she longed to believe, to trust with all of her heart. "I know what it sounds like, when the answer to your every question is "I don't know". I won't ask you to believe me, I won't ask you to trust me. Trust yourself though, try to trust your instincts, " he had said. "Ms Duke, Ms Duke! I am afraid your stubborn attitude will not get us anywhere. Lets get back to this man, the one you spent the night with, I trust he must have left a more persistent impression than your other friend." Agent McAlistair suggested, pushing the archive picture in front of her once again. "They are not my friends. Why can't you understand that? I told your colleagues already, I have never met either of them before!" "So you want me to believe, that you just invite any random stranger from the street back to your place for a quick rump between the sheets? Are you that kind of woman, Ms Duke?" Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, but she refused to hang her head in shame. Bloodshot chocolate eyes held Mac's gaze stubbornly. It was the truth, she was not going to lie, no matter how big an asshole the interrogator was or how much he decided to humiliate her! "Very well then. Now that we have the moral side of the story established, why don't you tell me more about those infamous colleagues of mine?" "But I told you already. They were dressed like your partner, had badges like you, albeit with manners this office obviously does not require! They asked questions, about how I spent last night, they were investigating I think .... the rapist at the park. I told you the same things I have told them. Go find them, ask them! Special Agent Fredericks and whatever was his partner's name!" Stray Prey Ch. 04 "How very interesting. Too bad the only Agent Fredericks any bureau has ever heard of is a decoding specialist geek located in Minneapolis whose picture does not even remotely do justice to the description you are trying to taint your story with!" "I am not lying, you incompetent idiot! Here, I can prove it," she declared proudly, reaching into the pocket of her sweatpants and tossing the wrinkled card onto the table. "They told me to call, should I remember anything else about the events at the park. There you have it, black and white!" The agent regarded her suspiciously for a moment before reaching for the card. "A scrap of paper ... it proves nothing! You could have gotten it from anyone else, slipped it in with the intention of leading us astray!" Rosaline couldn't believe it as she watched the man tear the evidence into pieces and toss it aside. This was for sure not the procedure followed in the movies! This guy was obviously crazy and less than respective of the law he claimed to represent. God alone knows what sort of trouble he might get her into! "I want a lawyer. I am not saying anything else without legal advice." She declared stubbornly. "Very well, Ms Duke. Then let me be the one to tell you a story. It may not be as entertaining as your fairy tales but since you have decided to not say anything else, I trust you will still be able to listen though. My tale doesn't include a knight in shining armor though. But once upon a time, there was a brutal man, a boy really, angry and defiant, looking for trouble and finding it in the slums of the city. Minor crimes at first, car theft, shop lifting, pick pocketing, nothing too serious or grave. But as he got older, so grew his register, bar fights, assault, bank robbery until the day that he got finally caught and was convicted. After having served three years of his sentence he was to be transferred to a facility in our lovely city along with two other inmates. On the way though, what a surprise, an accident happened with a truck running into the convoy. Five officers and four bystanders died in the shooting, six others were wounded, along with two of the cons and their aid. The incident was all over the news, about a month ago, you must have heard of it yourself. Now, Ms Duke, guess who was the dirty bastard that got away?" Rosaline stared at him, her eyes wide in shock and disbelief. He was lying. He must have been lying. She could have impossibly yielded to the touch of a murderer willingly! "I ... I don't believe you." She breathed out with little conviction in her voice. "Of course you don't. I am an asshole after all. A complete brute and shame of every agency. Why ever on heaven and earth should I be telling the truth?! But let me tell you this much, should I find, just as much as an indirect connection, that links you to our good Mr Madsen here or learn that you have been aiding his escape in any way, I will have you locked up in a female penalty institution for a very, very long time. Now, get the hell out of my office and think twice next time before you try to hinder my investigations with your fairy tales! Miller, get her out of here!" Completely shaken and shocked by the turn of events, Rosaline let the young agent take her arm and lead her out of the interrogation room. She never saw Agent McAlistair pick up the torn pieces of paper from the floor, nor take out his cell phone and dial the number. *** "What is your desire?" Amelia's seductive voice crooned into his ear, above the general buzz of activity that obviously surrounded her. "To make you pay for the two hours of my life I have wasted on this whimpering missy." "Oh, Mac, I am so glad you got my message. Nursing murderous intentions towards my little messenger is not nice though." "I am not in the mood to play nice, Amelia." "No? Tell me then, what are you in the mood for?" "I don't think the line could stand the intensity," he replied heatedly, feeling frustrated and angry with her. "Well, we can't have the line burning up with lust, now can we? Why don't you come and show me instead?" Click. "What? How?" Damn that woman! He adjusted the uncomfortable bulge in his pants. No one should be allowed to push another person's buttons via a remote control the way she did! The power she had been holding over him ever since their first dance was a mixture of the most tempting seduction and the sweetest torture. She liked to see him whimper, to tease him to the brink of sanity and back. She was only toying with him of course, or at least so she liked to believe, but there were moments, rare and precious moments when her voice wavered just a little more, when the reigns loosened in her hands. Moments that earned him a glimpse of her private self, not the strong and responsible leader, not the conspirator and seductress, but a woman plagued by worry and longings of the heart she had denied herself for a long time. She never let him close. Mac understood it for what it was, self defense, nothing personal. She didn't let anyone close, not even her immediate family, her own clan. "Um ... Sir?" Miller's head popped into the doorway, a slight blush creeping into his cheeks. "What Miller? Never seen a guy scratch it?" "Uh ... no, Sir ... I mean, yes, Sir ... but, there is a lady out front, waiting for you." "What lady?" Mac demanded with obvious annoyance that had the senator's junior duck his head. "As if I hadn't had my share for today of whinny girls and manipulative bitches!" He fumed walking down to the reception area. "Speaking of manipulative bitches ..." Amelia's arm slid around his waste from behind as she pulled him close for a possessive kiss that had the receptionists whistle and whisper behind their backs. Mac's mind swam in the feel of her, the taste of her, dark, rich and seductive, an intoxicating cocktail of his every forbidden fantasy, thoroughly unaware of anyone and anything around them. His fool mood ceased at her barest touch. His fingers went to her hair, tangling in the rich, coppery mane of locks, he moaned at the feel of the silky strands against it callused palm. Her body melted against his, dangerously curvy and inviting, budding nipples pressing into his chest and driving him absolutely wild. "Hey boss, you seem definitely better at coaxing this one than the last!" With a threatening growl he tore is lips from hers, his eyes opening to see her emerald pools swimming in desire and longing, her lids heavy with need. "Ok, that's been enough of a show! My office, now!" He growled into her ear, ignoring the curious looks of envy shut their way. His hand resting at the small of her back, he guided her through corridors into his sparsely furnished office and closed the door, making sure to lock it. "Have you planned to entrap me Mac?" She asked slowly, circling his desk, her long, red fingernails caressing the wooden material provocatively. She could hear his heart racing, noticed his pupils dilating and the hair rising on his arms as she slowly, purposefully started to unbutton her long trench coat, exposing wast expanses of smooth, ivory pale curves to his gaze. "How is it officer, got a minute?" Her giggle was almost girlish. She shimmied out of the coat gracefully, neatly folding it and placing it on the back of his chair. "Amelia ... this is crazy," he breathed into the tense air around them, taking a step towards her. "This ... is absolutely crazy," he tried again, still not very successful at voicing his worries. "Absolutely dangerous?" She asked with a suggestive look, her eyes caressing the bulge straining against his jeans painfully. "Absolutely." The sight she made, dressed in nothing but that skimpy red thong, had deemed him speechless. He watched her approach him, her lithe, athletic body moving with elegance and grace, the gentle sway of her breasts drawing his eyes with every step she took. Her nipples, those delicious little jewels, had his mouth water, the sight of their pink tweaks making his lips tremble with hunger to taste them, savor them, to twist and tug and bite them until she was crying out his name in ecstasy. "You shouldn't have come here," he stammered finally, when she was but an arm's length away. "If they find out, they will have you captured. I ... I wouldn't be able to do anything about it." "Shh, Mac. You worry too much. That is not good for anyone. Besides, who would suspect a hunter to be the manipulative bitch in heat who is fucking out the brains of their top agent in his very office? Am I not right, officer?" Her arms snaked around his neck, his nostrils filling with the faint scent of her perfume and the heavy aroma of her arousal. This was a bad idea, such a terribly bad idea, but God help him! A man could only bare so much! "Agent!" He growled against her luscious lips. "I am Special Agent now! No fucking officer!" Her pout was immediate but betrayed by the playful twinkle in her eyes. "Really? No fucking, officer? And I came all the way here in hopes of taking advantage of you ..." "Shut the fuck up!" He growled again, her smart reply dying on his hungry lips. His hand tangled in her hair, pulling it back forcefully, baring the ivory column of her neck to his mouth. Oh how he will enjoy to mark her, to suck and taste the fine treat of her sensitive flesh, bruising her, biting her for all those ego driven superheroes to see that she had been his! The cold surface of the table felt good against her burning body, Mac's forceful attack on her cunt, over and over again, his grunting, his moans, only heightening the release she felt building deep within her. "Yes! Harder! Faster!" She cried out, gritting her teeth, not caring about the desk breaking or the walls shaking or whoever could hear their passion. Let them hear! Let them grow green with envy for the raw animal lust they could only dream of! "That's it ... be my stud ... my pet toy. Come on, Mac! Make me your bitch! Give it to me! Make me your whore!" By the time he finally collapsed atop of her, they were both panting for air, deliciously sated and utterly out of breath. She allowed herself a moment, just a fragile, fleeting moment to close her eyes and relish in the closeness and strength of the man who had played her body like a master of his art, making her the wanton and perfectly willing violin of his desires. When that moment passed Amelia rolled him over, planting a small kiss upon the scratch marks she had left on his shoulder. Shaking out her long red mane, she unfolded her coat and slipped into it gracefully again, fastening the belt securely around her slender waist. When her eyes met Mac's, still sprawled across his desk, spent and unable to move, she smiled. It was the smile of a sated woman, the smile of the hunter who had come to conquer and had taken her share of the prey. "Thanks Mac, I really needed that." He watched her turn and unlock the door and slip out into the brightly lit corridor before he could have uttered a word. Her scent still lingered in the air, the desk underneath him still felt deliciously warm from her body's heat, yet the only real evidence of her visit Special Agent McAlistair was left with was the drenched little red thong between his teeth. *** Author's Note: As always, if you made it this far please take a moment to vote and let me know what you think. 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