Death's Servant(17)

Unsure what to do, I slink forward on my belly, creeping quietly through the well-tended beds to get a view of what’s going on. A small stone table bracketed by two curved benches appears. A woman sits on the table, her long flowing skirt rucked up to her hips, the edges of the fabric trailing toward the ground. The human man I scented earlier kneels between her thighs.
The pungent aroma of aroused female saturates the humid air, the musky scent laced with the subtle undertones of vampire. The woman must be the creature I’ve been tracking.
She’s a slight woman with ample curves, full breasts exposed over her bra cups. One arm supports her on the table’s surface while her free hand fondles one pert nipple. Two long strands of thin chain hang between her breasts, some type of large bead on each end. The teardrop-shaped beads sway with each moan of pleasure and gasp of breath.
The vampire’s fingers tweak and tease one engorged peak while the man works between her legs. Her head lolls back, her long hair drifting past the edge of the stone surface. “I’m going to come, baby.” The woman’s pleasure rips through her body, igniting tiny convulsions as she swallows her groans behind closed lips.
“So controlled, Dria,” the man says as he stands and shoves down his pants with both hands. “I like to hear you scream.”
These two are not new lovers, nor is this a passing man the vampire has picked up to seduce and abuse. I should stealthily back away and leave them to their privacy. But I’m drawn to the two lovers, excited by their chemistry.
The vampire angles her torso up, a look for pure desire on her face. “Then you’ll have to try harder, won’t you, dear?”
A slow chuckle bubbles from his throat, squashed the moment he plunges into her. “I’m always up for a challenge.”
Her companion proceeds to fuck her thoroughly, drawing out her build up and playing her body like a fine instrument. Within minutes she’s squirming and biting her lip to hold in her responses.
The vampire’s lover leans over her reclined body and nuzzles her neck. His mouth latches onto her skin and she bucks, a loud moan escaping. He slides one hand down her supporting arm and lifts it from the table, easing her slowly to lie down. The added leverage allows him to drive deeper into her waiting body and she can’t hold back her pleasure any longer.
Soft moans and groans pepper the night, interspersed with the couple’s jagged breathing. I’ve never seen anything so hot in my life, but then again, I don’t normally watch live couples doing it, either. The occasional porn, yes, but spying on real people? Nope, that’s a new low even for me.
She may be the all-powerful vampire, but there’s no doubt their powers over each other during this sizzling encounter are equal.
A stab of jealousy pricks my heart. What they have is what I wanted with Lori—what I’d hoped to build with Raine. Both situations are hopeless now.
The man rises to resume his original standing position between her thighs, driving himself into her depths, a look of ecstasy twisting his features.
“Again, Dria. Bite me again. I want you to come a second time.”
The pale skin of the vampire glows faintly in the dark, almost luminescent in contrast to the couple’s dark clothing and her lover’s tanned skin. Long unbound hair cascades down her slender back as she leans in, reaching toward her partner’s neck. In a delicate kiss full of tenderness, she places her lips on his sweaty skin.
Pleasure spills across the man’s visage, and his steadily pumping hips lose their rhythm, amping up to a frantic speed devoid of finesse.
“Yes!” the man shouts, his release upon him. Shudders ripple over his body as he continues to thrust. “Damn, that’s fucking incredible.”
The figure of the vampire convulses in pleasure and the two wrap their arms around each other, holding on to one another as their passion subsides.
“We have company, dear,” the vampire says as she turns and looks directly at my hiding place. “Come on out, wolfy.”
Panic seizes me and I run, bolting from the bushes into the night. The tinkling laughter of the vampire chases me, like a burn of shame down my spine.
What possessed me to stay and watch when their acts were obviously consensual and the man was not being harmed? Well, how was I to know she wasn’t going to kill him, unless I stayed?
I run the three miles back to my jeep at East Potomac Park, never once stopping, worried I might be seen. As first contact goes, I could have done better. She knows someone is trailing her now and might worry I mean to harm her.
Damn. Running was pretty stupid.
No matter how embarrassed I am over being turned on while watching the two of them, the hard fact doesn’t change that I need her. I need a vampire’s help if I’m going to save Raine’s pack. Recognizing her scent, I should be able to find where they are staying during the day and approach them like a normal person, rather than a pervert who watches them having smoking hot sex in a public park.