Insatiable Hunger, page 2
Our heavy breathing echoed one another as he slowly raised his head, our eyes meeting. My bodily hunger grew, starving. I impatiently waited for his response, the intense sound of my racing heartbeat filling my ears. He raised his chin, grinning as he nodded his head. “If you say so.” The empty statement was enough for me. The electric pull between us was strong, overcoming the boundaries of me being in a relationship with someone else—a complicated relationship.
I gripped the collar of his tight t-shirt, pulling him back to me as our mouths crashed together. He gripped my backside, lifting my body as I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, my heavy boots smacking together as our bodies once again slammed against the cold stone statue. He lifted my black leather skirt, his fingers pulling at my fishnets. My skin burned as he fiercely ripped the tight netted material with his hands, grunting, his strength and determination only fueling the fire between my legs. My fingers clawed at his studded belt, impatiently unbuckling it and unzipping his jeans. I had tasted my forbidden fruit and, no matter how many bites I took, I always hungered for more.
He brushed my hands away, bracing himself before fiercely pushing his length inside me without warning. A painful gasp filled my mouth, crisp, cold air pouring into my lungs. My body struggled at the sudden intrusion, tightly wrapped around his hardened self. The sensation of feeling him inside caused a fire to burn within my veins, growing with each forceful thrust. He increased his speed, my breathing choking on the cold night air while soft moans formed within my throat.
My arms stretched high, gripping the neck of the statue for stability as it leered down at us. Dirty tears stained the angel’s cold stone face as she stared down, silently judging our sin. It’s just sex. My eyes locked with hers as he fed my craving, driving himself deeper, my spine rubbing against the hard granite. The pain only enhanced the fiery moment as it washed over all thoughts of worry and guilt dancing in my mind. All I could think about was him.
Despite the cold autumn night, my body was on fire, sweating and burning with sinful desire. He was my weakness, and I had fully surrendered myself to the moment, unable to fight back my pleasure. “Please,” I begged, my wetness soaking him. “Don’t stop.”
“Yes, ma’am.” It was as if I could hear him smiling. His speed and vigor immediately increased, my lust growing as I fought back my release. Not yet.
My nails clawed at the statue’s stone neck, my fingertips glowing a faint pale blue as the built-up euphoria began to boil over. I desperately fought against the overwhelming urge to scream, my back arching as I struggled. My body ached, moving in rhythm with him, an unbearable hunger growing as I inched closer to the edge. No, not yet.
“Don’t be shy, darling.” He lifted my cropped hoodie, exposing my bare breasts as his mouth surrounded my nipple, his tongue flicking the silver piercing. He moved his mouth, his tongue circling me as his hot breath traveled along my sensitive skin. “Let's make the dead envy the living.”
His words pushed me over the edge, my moans increasing into a faint scream as I came, my hands glowing fiercely. My back arched further as my head hit the hard stone, my legs squeezing tight around his waist, pushing him deeper inside as I throbbed. A wave of euphoria washed over me, my body now soaking his cock.
“That’s right,” he groaned, pushing harder and faster with no sign of letting up. “Let every soul here know just how good it feels to be bad.” His hands moved back to my legs as he gripped me tightly, enhancing the sensitive moment. My thighs felt as though they were bruising, the pain mixing with my pleasure creating an unnatural euphoria as his moans quickly shadowed mine as he came. He pushed hard inside me, slowly repeating the motions as his loud moans filled my ears. I couldn’t help but smile, completely overcome with ecstasy, satisfied with how he made me feel.
Our breathing loudly echoed the rapid pace of our beating hearts as we stared into each other’s eyes. “Next time,” he huffed, “don’t stand me up and make me wait so long in between our secret little rendezvous.” He kissed me. “I need more of you.” My body clenched around him, causing him to moan as he bit my lower lip, slowly releasing me from his teeth.
“Yes, sir.” I teased, swallowing hard.
He smiled, shoving deep one last time, my mouth gaping wide as I instantly inhaled. “Good girl.” His whispered words shocked my core. “See?” He nodded, motioning to my glowing hands. “We both know your boyfriend can’t make you do that.”
Hearing that one word was enough to kill the moment. Reality quickly settled in, replacing desire with guilt. My smile dropped as I peeled my eyes from his, my cheeks burning with shame as the cerulean glow of my hands faded away. Reading the emotion plastered across my face, he slowly pulled out from inside me, a soft gasp escaping my lips as he gently lowered my legs. I quietly fixed my skirt, my fishnets now shredded as small, newly-formed bruises began to take shape around my thighs. He zipped his jeans, adjusting his belt, his eyes remaining heavily on me as I shied away from his caring gaze.
Alastair huffed, stepping from behind the statue, his heavy breath fogging the air. He gracefully approached my side, his head nudging me as I smiled softly, petting his thick black fur. The wolf never left my side, even on nights like this when I would sneak away in search of sinful exchanges such as this. He was always nearby, keeping watch.
The three of us sat in silence, the haze of lust clearing as the sad, unfortunate truth of the situation settled around us.
“Alaska—”
“I can’t keep doing this, Lazarus,” I cut him off, my eyes remaining low. My body twisted away from him as I turned to walk away. His hand quickly gripped my arm, holding tightly as he refused to let me leave. Alastair growled softly in warning. Their eyes met as he nodded, loosening his grip, the wolf calming in reaction.
The sound of the surrounding woods faded back to life, breaking the silence that hung heavily between us. I glanced up at Lazarus, eyes wide with longing as I studied his body, admiring the sight of him. I wanted him, but I couldn’t have him. He didn’t deserve to be dragged along as a plaything.
His hot breath muddled the air between us as he stared down at me. “Don’t do that.” He stepped in my direction as his tattooed hand gently grabbed my neck, yanking me close. I gasped, electricity shooting through my body, my breath fogging my view as my fingers collapsed around his.
“You know this can’t be more than what it already is. You should be with someone who can make you happy, someone you can have more than just sex with. We can’t—”
“I don’t mind being your secret, darling, but don’t put an expiration date on this.” His thumb rubbed along my lower lip, lifting my chin as my eyes remained fixated on him. “Sex or not, we both know this isn’t ending anytime soon.” He slowly removed his hand, my chin dropping as he broke his gaze, petting Alastair. The two were fond of one another, and he understood and respected the bond between me and my wolf.
Lazarus pulled a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his jeans, offering one to me. I studied the small pack in his hand, silently accepting the complicated truth of our situation. Even if I wanted this to be more, we couldn’t. Not while I was still with Cain.
“Just sex,” I whispered as I snatched a cigarette, placing it between my lips. I snapped my fingers, a faint blue flame flickering as I ignited the tip. I inhaled the thick smoke, watching as he pulled my hand close, lighting his own, the reflection of my blue flame flickering in his dark irises.
His warm hand continued to hold mine, exhaling a cloud of smoke into the night, grinning as he leaned against a large gravestone. I could repeat the phrase a million times but, deep down, we both knew the truth. Whatever this was between us, it was more than sex.
Lazarus shook his head, blowing a second trail of smoke into my face with a smile. “Whatever you say, Alaska.”
Chapter
Two
ALASKA
“Hey, dreamer,” Lazarus called me from behind the checkout counter on the opposite side of the small convenience store. The nickname was one he had chosen for me after hearing about my dreams of leaving this place behind—dreams I knew I could never fulfill. We had worked together at the small business for some time, our friendship slowly spiraling out of control, morphing into what it was now. This was our place, the only place where we could be together alone, aside from our sinful, late night graveyard adventures.
My body was crouched as I adjusted colored bottles of cheap wine across the bottom row of the shelving. His voice threw me into the vivid memory of our night together, distracting my mind. As I removed my hand from the back bottle, the metallic wrapping of a cork sliced along my skin, slightly cutting the inside of my palm. Shit. Small beads of fresh blood began to protrude from beneath the cut. I raised my palm to my lips, licking the blood from my skin, the taste both metallic and bitter.
“Coming.” My words stuttered, my open palm pressed against my mouth.
“Everything okay?” he called from across the store.
I wiped my hand across my faded, torn jeans as the ends of my fringe fell across my eyes, kissing my lashes. I tucked the short, grown out blonde and pastel strands of hair behind my pierced ears and casually strolled to him.
“Bitchin’.” I smiled, my thoughts still lingering. “What’s up?”
His eyes looked me up and down, his expression shifting from his usual warm self to something colder. His dark brown eyes moved, signaling me to look past the large exterior window of the store. Leaning forward, my hands gently rested atop the checkout counter as I looked outside, inches from him as I noted the cause of his mood. On the other side of the exterior was not something—but someone. Leaning against his pristine muscle car, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke, was Cain… my boyfriend.
I turned to Lazarus, his jaw clenched, obviously bothered by Cain’s unexpected presence. “I-I should go talk to him, see what he wants,” I stuttered, pointing back to the door.
His voice followed me as I turned and began to walk away. “He might be your boyfriend,” the heat of Lazarus’ gaze weighed heavily on my spine as I reached for the door, looking over my shoulder back at him, “but this is my time with you, darling. And I don’t like sharing.” He winked, flashing me a flirtatious smirk that made my cheeks burn.
The bell of the small convenience store rang as I pushed the door open, the smell of smoke instantly filling my lungs. Alastair, who had been patiently waiting for me outside, rose from the concrete sidewalk of the store entrance. He greeted me as I brushed his large head, aiming for Cain. Animals may not have been allowed inside the store, but there was no rule against him hanging around out front. And so he did. Always.
Cain was smoking, casually leaning back against the vibrant electric blue hood of his car, his arms and legs crossed. His disheveled black hair lay tucked behind his pierced ears, wild strands laying freely across his apricot face. I couldn’t see his eyes hidden behind thickly tinted sunglasses, but I could feel them watching me.
I stopped about a foot away from him, Alastair close to my side, his large body reaching just above my waist. A cool autumn breeze carried through the air, causing me to shiver despite the bright sunlight beaming down on us. I gripped my arms, instantly regretting my outfit choice of a simple cropped t-shirt and shredded jeans.
“What’re you doing here, Cain? I’m not off work for another hour.” It wasn’t that I was unhappy to see him but, like Lazarus had mentioned, this was our time together. And despite knowing it was wrong, I didn’t want to waste it.
Cain lifted the lit cigarette to his mouth, inhaling as the tip burned, the warm reflection glowing in his shades. He ignored Alastair’s presence, as usual. “You look cold, Bambi.” Unlike the name Lazarus used, I despised the pet name Cain had chosen for me. It sounded as if I was just some innocent doe, stumbling around, waiting to fall prey to some beast. I’d asked him to stop using it, but truthfully I think he preferred the nickname more knowing I didn’t like it.
I rolled my eyes, scoffing as he pushed from the car, the cigarette firmly between his lips. He removed his leather jacket, exposing his sleeveless black shirt tucked around his muscular body. Multiple silver chain necklaces lay around his tattooed neck and hung along the collar of his shirt, which was tucked into his snug, washed out jeans. Alastair remained still, carefully watching Cain’s every move, his distrust of him on full display.
Cain’s partially tattooed arms flexed as he placed his leather jacket around me. The smell of him, mixed with cigarette smoke, soaked into my skin. It was a small but sweet, comforting gesture, and I couldn’t help but smile in return. Cain removed the cigarette, blowing the smoke straight towards Alastair’s face, smiling as the wolf bit the air between them. “Anything for my baby girl.” Cain turned his head looking into the convenience store. “Let’s go inside.”
Before I could even speak, Cain placed his hand against my lower back, guiding me to the door, leering back at Alastair. The wolf’s golden irises followed us as he remained outside watching through the large glass windows.
The bell jingled, Lazarus’ gaze landing on Cain’s arm now wrapped tightly around my waist. I could see his face tighten in reaction as he fought back anger.
Cain and I approached the counter. “Well, isn’t this a nice surprise?” Lazarus crossed his arms, his inked skin flexing as he leaned against the counter. “Is there something I can get you, Cain?” My eyes widened in concern at the tone of his voice.
Cain tossed his cigarette onto the tile floor, the toe of his combat boot squishing the leaf blend of tobacco into the dirty tile, a small stream of smoke escaping the pulverized cig. He removed his sunglasses, tucking them across the collar of his shirt, revealing his cold gray eyes as they locked on Lazarus. “Why don’t you fetch me a new pack of cigs for the road, babygirl,” he smacked my ass, grinning at Lazarus while he spoke to me.
The hard impact of his hand burned against my backside as I scuttled to the opposite side of the checkout counter. The heaviness of Cain’s attention tapped at my shoulders, keeping me on my toes as I reached for his usual brand, stacked high behind the counter. My fingertips brushed the red pack, my palm open and exposed, the fresh cut still bloody and visible. The smell of Lazarus filled my nostrils as he leaned against me, reaching for the same pack. He placed it in my palm, his fingers faintly touching mine as sparks ignited in my chest. His eyes observed my skin for a moment before they moved directly to my face.
“What happened to your hand?” His verbal concern in front of Cain made me uncomfortable. I quickly gripped the pack of cigarettes, pulling away from Lazarus, ignoring his question. He remained behind me, leaning against the shelves as I tossed the pack to Cain, his expression blank, causing an unsteady amount of fear and anxiety to churn in my stomach. I forced an uncomfortable smile, hoping to convince him that all was fine—normal.
Cain glanced down at the pack, breaking from my stare. The moment of reprieve gave me time to exhale, quietly observing Lazarus from the corner of my eye. He was still leaning against the shelves, arms crossed, as his dark brown hair fell across his face, shielding his expression from view. Cain lightly chuckled, stuffing the pack into the back pocket of his jeans as he pulled something from the other. He unfolded a grayscale colored paper, slapping it onto the sales counter.
“Check it out. This,” he tapped at what appeared to be a torn newspaper article with his finger, his metal rings clanking against the counter, “is the location of our next investigation.”
Confusion and curiosity took over as I leaned forward to see what he had displayed before us. Big, bold, printed letters were spread across the thin newspaper:; Thrill Seekers Missing After Visiting Infamously Haunted Cemetery. Ghosts, Witchcraft, or Something Worse?
What could be worse than witchcraft? I thought carelessly to myself. The sentence seemed ominous, the hairs on my neck standing as I studied the printed words.
“Is this what I think it is?” Lazarus’ lightened tone surprised me as he leaned against the counter next to me, his hands rotating the article so he could read the fine print.
“It’s exactly what you think it is.” Cain smiled with confidence as he mirrored our positions, leaning against the opposite side of the checkout counter with crossed arms. “We want to investigate the New Bedeville Cemetery,” he leaned closer, “this weekend. Can you imagine? Documenting proof of spirits in such an infamous location? It’s never been done before. Every time someone tries to investigate, they go missing. Imagine being the first to bring back proof of ghosts or whatever is haunting that cemetery!” I swallowed, slightly fearful of venturing somewhere people were said to never return from.
“We?” I raised an eyebrow as he looked at me.
“Ruby, Jinx, and me.” He shook his wild black hair from his cold eyes. “What do you say, Lazarus?” Cain’s sights shifted from me. “You in?”
Lazarus rose, his inked hands still holding the torn piece of newspaper. His face remained turned from me as his warm eyes moved in my direction. “I do love cemeteries.” He smirked, sliding the torn paper back to Cain. My eyes widened, knowing what he was referring to.
“Who doesn’t?” Cain’s gaze fell to me as I shied away, my cheeks obviously flushed. “Let’s go babygirl.” He moved his arm, motioning for me to join him. I gripped his jacket tight around my shoulders as I stepped around the checkout counter and into his grip. He grabbed my wrist, observing the small cut. “You should be more careful, Bambi.” He pressed his lips against my opened palm, gently kissing my wound. “Bad things happen to people who don’t pay attention.” His gaze felt as though it was pushing me to the floor.
“Her shift isn’t over yet.” Lazarus’ voice broke the tense moment.
“I won’t tell if you don’t.” Cain dropped my wrist, winking at Lazarus as he pulled his sunglasses from the collar of his shirt, placing them on his face. “I mean, you can keep a secret, right?” He winked. Lazarus and I exchanged a look before Cain forced me away. “See you soon.”
