Consumed (2 page)

“Oh, god, Alex. Yes. Yes.
Yes!
” I cry out.

My knees finally give out completely and I feel her grip my waist tightly to keep me steady. Pulling me back against her, I notice that the arms wrapped around me are gleaming brilliantly. She sways with me from side to side, to a melody I cannot hear, when I'm suddenly picked up and carried to the bed. She throws me on top playfully. My heart is aching as Alex dazzles me with her beautiful smile. I scoot back along the slippery satiny smooth sheets and the feel of them against my skin is positively decadent. I spread my legs wide so she can see the result of the release she has just given me. Her nostrils flare once more and her skin illuminates even brighter. Climbing the bed on her hands and knees, she crawls toward me with an animal-like grace and a predator’s glint in her hypnotic eyes she is nibbling and licking her way from my ankle to my thigh and then she is spreading kisses all over my abdomen. She reaches for my breasts, massaging and rolling the taught nipples between her fingers. Alex moves to straddle my pelvis and I can feel her damp core against my throbbing clit. She grinds in a steady pace against me. I am so ready to come again, screaming her name to the heavens.

“Oh, Alex, yes… please. Don't stop. You feel so…ugh…” I notice that my voice has an intensity that I don't remember ever hearing before.

“That's right, my pretty Felicity - let me hear you. Feed me. Come on, baby…
More…
give me more.” She is purring my name over and over, making my inner muscles clench hard. Increasing her speed against my body, my blood starts to pump harder and a sheen of sweat starts to cover me as I get closer to my orgasm. She bends down to take one of my beaded nipples in her mouth and bites it teasingly.

“
Oh, Fuck!
”

I start to come in rolling waves and I watch as Alex stills and inhales deeply while she crawls down my body. She dives face-first into my soaking pussy and she grips me tight to hold my bucking hips down. I'm so sensitive that I can't keep still and her iron-like grip won't let me get away. I hear her growl but she continues on until I slam my eyes closed and tears begin to fall from my eyes.

Pulling away from me with one last long lick of my sensitive clit, I shudder and try to recover from the last release which she just forced on me. Opening my eyes, I see that her gaze is blazing. Alex’s skin has become a golden radiance, shining like a diamond. A fiery kaleidoscope of colors, I can't help but think. She is fully fed and I am utterly exhausted; I feel my eyelids slowly start to droop as she moves up beside me.

“Thank you, sweet Felicity,
thank you…”
she breathes out. I notice that her tone is different, almost sad but then she kisses me deeply and I taste myself on her lips. I fall into an exhausted dreamland while she continues to rhythmically stroke my hair.

~~~

I awake discombobulated, to the sound of my own alarm. I'm back in my apartment. The clothes I’d worn last night are folded and placed on a chair by my bed with my shoes set neatly underneath. I look around, praying that it wasn't a dream.
I mean, it would be crazy if I had this same dream every Thursday night!
I stretch luxuriously, noticing that my body so sore it feels like it was put through some sort of gymnast’s routine. I know that I'm probably going to walk a little funny for a day or so.

Well, back to reality,
I think. Getting up, I go through my daily motions - it seems like that is all I do these days. I go to my nine-to-five at the office; a twenty-eight year old college grad working as a secretary for one of the sleaziest lawyers in Chicago. I swear, he spends more time staring at me and my boobs than he actually spends doing case work.
Bastard.
Unfortunately, I need the job and, let’s face it, jobs are pretty hard to come by in this economy.

Instead of complaining as much as I'd like to, I get into the office and do every scrap of work as quickly as possible before coming back home to my little studio apartment. I read a book from one of the stacks that litter my small space and play around online, even chat with a couple of friends from back home on occasion. Anything to pass the time until the next day comes and I start the monotonous routine all over again. Nowadays, I'm just trying to make it to Thursday, wishing it would come much sooner.

This week has passed in a blur. The bastard that I work for took on four new clients and asked that I basically go on fact-finding missions to corroborate their claims. Such a pain in the ass, but today is Thursday and the only thing that could put a damper on my mood would have to be the death of a family member. Even then, I would probably ask you which one. My parents passed away in a horrendous car accident five years ago and being an only child, it has pretty much been me on my own since then.

This work day seems to drag on as I wait impatiently for night to fall. Sitting at my desk I'm humming -
humming!
For Pete's sake, I’m pathetic… Glancing at the clock, I see that I only have 5 minutes before I’m done for the day and then I can head home and get ready for tonight. Oh god, tonight… The feel of Alex's dainty but strong hands on my body, her lips and tongue bringing me over and over into non-stop orgasms. I shudder as I think of the pleasure I know that she will bring to me. In the shower, I shave every inch of my body. I'm so excited and aroused by thoughts of her that just grazing my fingertips over my clit can almost throw me over the edge. I'm practically panting my way through these mundane tasks when I hear an unexpected knock at the door. Grabbing my robe, I walk over to pick up the folded note that has been slid underneath the door and now sits a good foot inside the apartment. Alex’s scent lingers on the note and I breathe it in deeply, smiling as I open it to read its contents…

"Felicity, My Sweet,

I'm sorry.

Goodbye,

Alexandria"

At first, I'm struck by the beauty of her penmanship. The lettering is all gorgeous curves and precise movements, so much like the female herself. When the words in the note finally sink in, my heart plummets to my stomach. My whole body is tensing and my vision is wavering with unshed moisture that is gathering and ready to spill over. I walk over to the window, hoping to look out to catch a glimpse of her walking away, hoping that she changes her mind. I wait and I'm now staring aimlessly into the night. By the time I turn away from the window, two hours have passed. Consumed with utter disappointment, I slip into my bed and let the tears fall freely, soaking my pillow.

Why?
Why?
Why am I so upset? I know nothing about her really… all I know was one room and orgasms. Why does it hurt so badly? Fuck this! I won't let this damage me. I won't feel abandoned.

Bouncing out of bed with more enthusiasm than I feel, I begin to dress. I am not going to wallow. I am going to live. Rummaging through my closet, I find my go-to little black dress. Slipping the silky fabric over my head, I feel it slither down my body, landing around my upper thighs and I immediately feel sexy. I slip on my matching four-inch black stilettos which make my legs look a mile long. I add some finishing touches to my make-up and then I fluff my wavy brunette hair one last time before I head for the door of my tiny apartment, determined to enjoy the night.

I take the stairs down from my third floor apartment. It’s a task in these heels but I just can't seem to bring myself to care. As long as I don’t tumble down and break something, it’s all good. Making my way through the front door, I stand at the curb and flag down one of the hundreds of cabs that troll my Chicago neighborhood at night.

Jumping into the first one that stops, I throw out the name of a club that I recently heard one of the clients talking about, the other day. The surly looking taxi driver nods affirmatively and starts to drive me toward my destination. In the quiet of the car, I can't help but think back on the last couple of months. My somber mood turns into arousal as I relive visions of Alex’s lips and hands on me, our bodies grinding against one another while I "feed" her start to flood me.
God! I can’t go there right now.
Finally arriving in front of the place, I throw money into the tray and push it toward the driver before I jump out.

I walk through the entrance of the club and pass my ID to a bouncer so he can inspect it as I take a peek around, knowing some social lubrication is in order. The strobe lights pulse to the beat of the music and I put a little extra sway in my hips as I make my way to the bar. I call out to the nearest bartender and he approaches me in a graceful manner that makes me crazy jealous. I seem to be able to trip over my own shadow. I must have pulled the short straw in the grace department.

“What can I get you?” He asks, flashing me his panty dropping smile. Unfortunately, it does nothing for me. It’s a shame, because he’s gorgeous: beautifully stacked muscles on a frame that has to be at least six feet tall, dark hair, shortly cropped, and smoldering milk chocolate eyes. Urg…
Fuck!
I will make this work!

“I’ll have tequila. Make it a double, please.” A grin stretches across that handsome face, “Do you have a preference?”

I lick my lips and notice that it catches his gaze. “Surprise me.” I whisper seductively.

Pulling up a tall shot glass, he fills it with the poison of his choosing and I have a fleeting moment of anxiety.
What are you doing, Felicity?
Mr. Milk Chocolate Eyes pushes the shot to me, his eyes heated when they fall on me. I take it in my hand and raise it to my lips, the tequila fumes tickling my nose.

Taking a deep breath, I murmur, "Bottoms up."

I feel the liquid burn as it slithers down my throat before it settles warmly in my belly. I close my eyes, feeling the bass of the music as it reverberates throughout my body. It feels good and I start to sway to its pulsing beat.

Opening my eyes, I search out the bartender to ask for another shot but one is already waiting for me. The guy who is sitting a space down from me tips his drink toward me in invitation and I raise my shot to do the same. I shoot it back and the effects are immediate. My body is loose. Any inhibition I had left is now long gone and I want to dance. The shot man comes to stand behind me, his body so close that I can feel his warmth radiating against my back. Turning around, I see that he’s incredibly attractive with sexy green eyes and full, pillowed lips …
yum!
Unspeaking, he takes my hand and leads me to the crowded dance floor. He pulls me close and we begin to move. He is fluid in his movements and I can feel what our closeness is doing to him, the hardness pressing against my thigh. I close my eyes and lose myself to pure sensation as he repositions his body, rubbing against even more intimate parts of me. He starts to grind his hard shaft against my clit and I begin panting hard as he keeps at his maddeningly steady pace. Just a little more and I will probably come right here, without caring who may be watching.

He stills suddenly and I feel a scalding hot sensation against my body. I glance up to find his eyes wide and his mouth slowly opening and closing. Instinctively, I know if I turn around I will see that Alex is standing behind me. I almost want to turn, to fling my body into hers and have her whisk us away. I have to turn around though and I see that it wasn’t wishful thinking. She’s here and she is positively vibrating with otherworldly power. What really stands out is that her eyes have turned a color that I’ve never seen in that beautiful face before. They are
crimson
, glowing like embers in the dark of the club. Alex’s body trembles as she stalks closer to us.

“Hey, baby,” some guy says, while putting a hand on Alex’s waist.

I gasp as a wave of irrational jealousy rips through me but watch as she takes his hand in hers. A look of sheer agony shoots across his face, as she must be squeezing it really hard. Even from this distance, I can see that his hand is now misshapen and I’m pretty sure his bones are shattered. The man is howling in pain and he drops to his knees, bringing attention to our little reunion. Reaching a shaking hand toward me, her eyes remain focused on the man who had been grinding into me on the dance floor a few moments before. I realize that I do not care about what becomes of him. His eyes start to lose focus before glazing over as he looks into Alex's fiery, hypnotic eyes. Abruptly, he turns and walks back to his seat at the bar.

Her gaze lands on me and I begin to squirm under its scrutiny. Quickly taking a step back from her, I watch as her hand clenches, reaching toward me before it falls back to her side. "Felicity, what were you thinking?" She growls at me and the surrounding people begin to mill around, making the current situation even more of a disaster. I look into her face, once again struck silent by her beauty, but my pride saves me. Instead of falling over myself to please her, I resolutely gaze into those glowing red orbs and sternly let her know I am my own damned person.
No more meek and weak Felicity.

"Fuck you, Alex!" I whisper furiously. "You already said, 'Goodbye.' I don't need you to come to my rescue. I was doing just fine on my own, thank you!"

Her nostrils flare and I know that she can smell the arousal that the Shot-Guy induced in my body. Being near Alex does not help the throbbing in my lower body, but I sure as hell am not going to be the one who gives in.

Alex is suddenly in front of me and her arms are banded tightly around my body. "You are
mine
, Felicity," she hisses. I start to feel that familiar pull beginning on the inside of my body and just like that… We are gone. The music and heated atmosphere from the bar no longer surrounds us.

As the world starts to spin back into focus, she releases me and I stumble and then fall unceremoniously to the ground. Looking up from my new position on the floor, I see that Alex is turned away from me and I scuttle back to the wall, searching for an opening. In my panic to find a way out, I forget just how well-developed her senses are. When I feel her iron-like grip clutch my wrist, I know that there will be no escape from her.