Natural Consequences(229)
“Okay, fair enough,” Kevin grumbled.
The pair then cringed and looked out the window at the sound of a terrified, strangled cry. “Jesus, he’s got some pipes on him,” Tyrone blinked.
“I know, right?” asked Kevin. “I mean, all this distance and through two windows? Wow.”
“Hey, you ever tell anyone about the kinda freaks there are in this town?” Tyrone asked.
Kevin gave a little snort. “Seriously? Who am I gonna tell?”
“I don’t know. Your niece, maybe?”
“I’m not worried about her,” Kevin shrugged. “Molly and that girlfriend of hers have their act together. They’re not gonna fall into anything crazy.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Mostly, I just wish more of the department knew. Or other agencies. I mean, it’d be nice if we could get FBI support with these assholes or something once in a while, y’know? But they’d just think we’re nuts.”
A second scream drifted across the counter as the first rays of the dawn came through the entrance of the donut shop. Kevin and Tyrone looked out the window involuntarily, but their attention was tugged back to their surroundings once more as Orion slapped their plates down on the counter.
“Okay, guys, I put up with a lot because I want to be supportive,” Orion said, frustration boiling to the surface. “But could you quit bringing every stupid vampire you catch to my parking lot for their suntans?”
Over his shoulder, smoke and flames drifted out of the windows of the patrol car. “Aw, shit,” Kevin blinked, “he actually caught fire! How are we gonna explain that?”
* * *
“I like the rose petals,” Alex said as he discovered the red trail leading to their bedroom. He walked barefoot through their home, his shoes and socks discarded in the foyer with his jacket.
“They were for Rachel,” explained Lorelei with a smile.
“Yeah, her torn dress by the balcony kinda gave that away,” he grinned back. He came to a halt as he stepped into the bedroom. Ripped sheets, broken glasses and knocked-over bedroom furnishings decorated the room. “Wow. You two had a good time, didn’t you?”
Lorelei looked upon the disheveled chamber with a cool, pleased smile and not a shred of shame or embarrassment. “Passion occasionally brings a material cost along with its blessings. I don’t believe apologies will be forthcoming.”
“It must’ve been spectacular to see.”
“I doubt we would have allowed you to stand aside and watch, had you been present,” she mused. “Still, it is good to devote time solely to each other. We are as committed to one another as we are to you.”
His smile deepened, but he couldn’t hold back the yawn. “I’m exhausted,” he confessed, “but Rachel had a request.”
“She did,” agreed Lorelei. She stepped in close, hooking one hand around his neck to entice him with her fingers on his skin. “My needs may even run deeper than hers.” Her face came close, favoring him with a kiss and a long, tender caress of her cheek against his. “I feel your desire for me, love. It is flavored by your fatigue, by your doubt… by your longing. You are still unsettled that I have strayed. Yet you know we will work this out. You love me and want me now in spite of this change. You feel the pull of the inevitable.” She paused and confessed into his ear, “Forgive me, love, but it is delicious.”
His arms slipped around her waist. “Desire comes in flavors?”
“Yes,” she nodded, lips trailing along his neck. “Context is everything. I draw power from the desire and the pleasures of my victims. The feeling is different with each individual, but even beyond that, my own pleasure differs with circumstance. It depends as much on the situation as the partner.”
Caressing fingers turned to unfastening buttons and buckles. Their breath grew heavy. “Tell me about it,” Alex murmured into her ear.
He felt her smile against his neck. “I am a wicked woman.” She paused. “That concerns you, and it excites you at the same time.”
“Yeah,” he said. He pulled the open shirt from her shoulders, revealing her black, lacy bra and the beauty it shaped. He felt Lorelei tremble with appreciation as his touch roamed her sides and her chest. “This is nice.”
“This is for you. I am for you, Alex,” she told him. “I put it on for you yesterday after you sent that video. I had plans. I needed you badly.” She pulled his boxer briefs down to free his erect need. Her fingers went to work, gently caressing and teasing his flesh as she spoke.
“Instead, I eventually satisfied myself with another man. I seduced him against his better judgment while bound and while Rachel watched. He put his career at great risk to sate his desire for me. He felt guilt and worry, but his desires overran all that. He had to have me. And I thought, with every passing second and with every pleasant touch, that I would have to answer to you for what I did… and even that felt good. All those details, that unique blend of conditions… I enjoyed it greatly.”