drifted south to her neckline. She undid another button. “Admit
it,” she said. “You can’t find the den on your own.” The sweater was nearly open
now. She pulled the rest over her head, sliding her hands down her own nearly naked
torso, across her flat stomach. His breathing was shallow and fast, and his eyes
flickered from one piece of skin to the next, taking her all in. Noire let her muscles
flex as she removed the sweater, showing him her strength. She was not a victim—she
was not Fawn. She would survive, and he needed her.
Her bra was purple, a touch of femininity that Fawn had talked
her into. Plain cotton, as she’d regretted earlier, but at least the panties
matched. She undid the top button of her jeans, moaning slightly in anticipation,
letting herself get into the act. She unzipped as slowly as she could, watching
his eyes follow her movements, and she let her own gaze drift down to his crotch.
His cock pressed against his black uniform pants, straining to escape. She felt
powerful and strong, knowing it was her body turning him on. She let the jeans drop
to the ground, then stood there for a moment in her bra and panties.
“Now,” Noire said, letting a hand rise to her breast, dipping
inside her bra cup and playing with her own nipple. It was hard; she was just as
turned on as he. Her other hand slid inside her lavender panties, slipping against
the soft fabric. She parted her legs and felt the wetness between them. “If you’d
like to see more of me, it’s very simple.”
“Is it?” he choked out. “I think I’d like that.”
“Sure,” she said. She slid her middle finger inside her cunt,
groaning with pleasure. From the way Cam was straining at the handcuffs, and the
way his glorious cock was straining at his pants, she thought they might be running
out of time. “Just agree to let me be your guide.”
“My guide to pleasure?”
“That too. But you know what I mean.” She removed her hand from
between her legs and walked forward. She held her fingers up to his mouth. He sucked
her middle finger between his lips, licking her pussy juices from her hand. His
tongue was warm and rough, like his voice. “All you have to do,” she said, “is tell
me I can go with you to find Steven Page.” She pulled her finger out of his mouth.
“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” he muttered. “This isn’t
going to be fun. We’re going up against a known killer who can possibly change into
any predator on Earth.”
“We?” Noire asked.
“I just think you’re letting your thirst for vengeance blind
you to your own safety.”
“I’m not.”
“Can you promise me that? You won’t go off half-cocked on some
revenge quest? You’ll help me find Page, but you’ll let me take him down?”
It was better than Noire had hoped for. “I promise,” she said.
Her own breaths were coming faster now. She wanted him more than she knew how to
handle.
“Then you can come with me.”
“So that’s settled. Let me uncuff you so we can finish our previous,
mmm, discussion.” She reached down to do just that, when suddenly the Earth spun
and she found herself with her back pressed flat against the wall. Campbell stood
in front of her, one hand free and holding her shoulder to the wall, the other still
cuffed to the stair railing. His free wrist had the remaining cuff wrapped around
it, with the chain in between broken. It had happened faster than her ears could
register the sound of metal snapping.
Noire knew she should be afraid, and her body did shiver—but
it was arousal more than fear. Men didn’t normally intimidate her. She could haul
a large buck back from a hunt as well as any man; she was not a small woman. But
it seemed Cam had a strength that completely outmatched hers.
Unfortunately he didn’t look as turned on as she felt. His nostrils
flared and his lips were drawn back. He spoke from between bared teeth, “This creature
is dangerous. He’s not human. Do you
it,” she said. “You can’t find the den on your own.” The sweater was nearly open
now. She pulled the rest over her head, sliding her hands down her own nearly naked
torso, across her flat stomach. His breathing was shallow and fast, and his eyes
flickered from one piece of skin to the next, taking her all in. Noire let her muscles
flex as she removed the sweater, showing him her strength. She was not a victim—she
was not Fawn. She would survive, and he needed her.
Her bra was purple, a touch of femininity that Fawn had talked
her into. Plain cotton, as she’d regretted earlier, but at least the panties
matched. She undid the top button of her jeans, moaning slightly in anticipation,
letting herself get into the act. She unzipped as slowly as she could, watching
his eyes follow her movements, and she let her own gaze drift down to his crotch.
His cock pressed against his black uniform pants, straining to escape. She felt
powerful and strong, knowing it was her body turning him on. She let the jeans drop
to the ground, then stood there for a moment in her bra and panties.
“Now,” Noire said, letting a hand rise to her breast, dipping
inside her bra cup and playing with her own nipple. It was hard; she was just as
turned on as he. Her other hand slid inside her lavender panties, slipping against
the soft fabric. She parted her legs and felt the wetness between them. “If you’d
like to see more of me, it’s very simple.”
“Is it?” he choked out. “I think I’d like that.”
“Sure,” she said. She slid her middle finger inside her cunt,
groaning with pleasure. From the way Cam was straining at the handcuffs, and the
way his glorious cock was straining at his pants, she thought they might be running
out of time. “Just agree to let me be your guide.”
“My guide to pleasure?”
“That too. But you know what I mean.” She removed her hand from
between her legs and walked forward. She held her fingers up to his mouth. He sucked
her middle finger between his lips, licking her pussy juices from her hand. His
tongue was warm and rough, like his voice. “All you have to do,” she said, “is tell
me I can go with you to find Steven Page.” She pulled her finger out of his mouth.
“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” he muttered. “This isn’t
going to be fun. We’re going up against a known killer who can possibly change into
any predator on Earth.”
“We?” Noire asked.
“I just think you’re letting your thirst for vengeance blind
you to your own safety.”
“I’m not.”
“Can you promise me that? You won’t go off half-cocked on some
revenge quest? You’ll help me find Page, but you’ll let me take him down?”
It was better than Noire had hoped for. “I promise,” she said.
Her own breaths were coming faster now. She wanted him more than she knew how to
handle.
“Then you can come with me.”
“So that’s settled. Let me uncuff you so we can finish our previous,
mmm, discussion.” She reached down to do just that, when suddenly the Earth spun
and she found herself with her back pressed flat against the wall. Campbell stood
in front of her, one hand free and holding her shoulder to the wall, the other still
cuffed to the stair railing. His free wrist had the remaining cuff wrapped around
it, with the chain in between broken. It had happened faster than her ears could
register the sound of metal snapping.
Noire knew she should be afraid, and her body did shiver—but
it was arousal more than fear. Men didn’t normally intimidate her. She could haul
a large buck back from a hunt as well as any man; she was not a small woman. But
it seemed Cam had a strength that completely outmatched hers.
Unfortunately he didn’t look as turned on as she felt. His nostrils
flared and his lips were drawn back. He spoke from between bared teeth, “This creature
is dangerous. He’s not human. Do you
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