Therian Prize(11)
A muffled laugh and a metallic clatter drew her attention to an alley off Larimer Street. She descended slowly, searching the shadows for the source of the disruption. Two young men, one blond, one dark-haired, both wobbly, staggered about in the alley.
“Way to go, asshole.” The blond tried to guide his friend away from the cluster of trash cans but the dark-haired man waved him away. “Wake up the whole neighborhood.”
“Everyone’s gone back to the suburbs where they belong.” He appeared to be looking for something on the ground. “They should check addresses at the door. I know that jerk was a spoiled suburban brat.”
“Losing your wallet sucks, man, but we’ve been at this for hours. If it were here, we’d have found it by now.”
“He ran down this alley. We both saw him.”
“But I didn’t see him toss the damn thing.” The blond was starting to sound seriously impatient.
“I did. Now keep looking or take off. I never asked you to stay anyway.”
The blond crossed his arms and shook his head. “And how are you gonna get home without money or a credit card?”
The dark-haired one just glared.
“Give it up, Matt. It’s gone.”
Zophiel landed at the far end of the alley. She folded her wings and conjured an appropriate costume before dissolving her invisibility shield. “Well, what do we have here?” She sauntered forward, hips swaying, silver hair bouncing around her bare shoulders.
The blond turned around and Matt, the dark-haired one, paused in his searching. She walked up to the blond, smiling as his gaze drifted from her face to her scantily clad body. Her outfit was meant to leave no doubt about her profession—cropped tank top without a bra underneath and a minuscule spandex skirt.
“It’s been really slow tonight.” She walked her fingers up the blond’s chest and smiled. “You two wanna party?”
“You’re out of luck, sweetheart.” He moved her hand away. “I’m broke and he lost his wallet.”
“Now that’s just unacceptable.” She cocked her head and licked her cherry-red lips. “You two are exactly what I was hoping for and I’m not taking no for an answer.”
“We’d be happy to oblige you in any way you want, as long as you know up front that neither of us can pay.” Matt moved closer, wallet forgotten as he boldly eyed her curves.
“Well, handsome, you’re in luck.” She pulled her top up, exposing her breasts. “I’m so sick of sucking off fat old men, I’m gonna do you both for free.”
“We’ve got a car.” The blond motioned toward the other end of the alley. “Or we can—”
“Right here. Hard and fast against the wall.”
They were on her in an instant, squeezing her breasts and ripping off her thong. Their lust thrilled her, made her feel powerful, and she reveled in the rush. Matt tried to kiss her but she turned her face away. This wasn’t about intimacy. She needed primal emotions, savage desires, to enrich their energy.
“What happened?” Matt traced one of her burn marks with his fingertips. “Slow down, Sean.” Then to her, “Does this still hurt?”
“Not at all,” she assured him. “Just ignore it.”
“I can do that.” Sean grinned then leaned down and sucked hard on her right nipple.
Sex wasn’t necessary for her to feed. She could sit in a crowded room and siphon energy off so subtly that no one realized what she was doing. But this was much more fun.
They pressed her against the grimy wall and sucked on her nipples together. Matt had his hand between her thighs, and Sean moved her leg up and out so his friend could finger her more rapidly.
“You can go first,” Sean told Matt. “Maybe it will make your shitty night a little better.”
“I have a better idea.” Zophiel grinned. She pushed them both aside and moved away from the wall then knelt on the filthy pavement. The stench and depravity of the act sent excitement spiraling through her body. They didn’t care where they were or who might see them. They were both desperate to get inside her. She raised her skirt to her waist and wiggled her bare ass. “I’ll suck one while the other takes me from behind.”
A wave of lust so strong it made her tingle blasted from the friends. Sean let Matt choose and Matt moved in front of her. Indifferent to the grunge, Sean knelt behind her and squeezed her exposed cheeks. “You are way too fine to be walking the streets. Want me to set you up a website? With the right clothes and a classy hotel room, you could charge whatever you want.”
“Hard and fast, remember. I want to be taken with enough force it makes me forget everything.”