Chapter Two – Angela #2
I heard Mark inhale. I could hardly blame him.
The way she moved—she was utterly magnetic.
Her hands found the pole between her thighs, pulled herself back up, and then she released her legs, one at a time, in a feat of strength that would’ve been impossible for me, if I didn’t have a wolf inside me.
She spread her legs in midair, into a V that pointed towards us and away as she spun, her eyes closed, still whispering the words, her head tossed back—and I realized she wasn’t concentrating, she was enjoying this, the pure physicality of her own body.
I…was enjoying it too. Maybe more than I ought to be. I tried to look away—and found I couldn’t.
As she wound down the pole, she landed in a gentle seat directly in front of us, the stage putting her legs at a perfect viewing angle—and she knew it, she folded them in and then crawled over them toward us, green eyes beaming.
“Hey,” she said. “I’m Maya.”
“I’m Mark,” Mark answered—and I found myself able to spare him a glance. His arm was still around me, but his eyes were on her, and between his breathing and the way he leaned forward, I knew he liked what he saw.
So did I. There was something about her—something cat-like—almost alien—and I then realized that she wasn’t human.
“Mark!” I said sharply, trying to warn him. But just like I couldn’t wake my wolf—I couldn’t find the words. I put my hands to my mouth like I could claw out Jack’s spell.
“All eyes on me, me, me,” Maya whispered, again in time with the song, then she smiled curiously at me and said, “Shhh,” putting finger to her lips—and now I was doubly sealed.
Reaching the end of the stage, she swung herself off of it, one long leg at a time before coming over, her hips rolling like a ship in a storm.
Her head tilted so all her hair spilled over one shoulder and she stood near, performing a perfect imitation of coquettish innocence, despite the fact that she wore almost no clothing and she was breathing far harder now than she’d been on stage.
“We’re all alone in here for a while,” she said like that news troubled her, and her lips folded into a tiny pout. “What do you think we should do until they let us out?”
I tried with all my power to say, Run!, but nothing came out, even as my terror grew. Where the fuck was Jack? This couldn’t have been a set up—
“I have ideas,” Mark rumbled from beside me.
“Yeah?” she asked, and stepped closer. “Tell me.”
He managed to look between us first. “I want to fuck the both of you.”
“The loyal type, eh?” she teased, reaching out a hand. Mark took it, and she drew him up, displacing me.
“Kiss me,” she demanded, and he did so. I always knew I could be jealous, in an abstract fashion, but Mark had never given me a reason.
But now, seeing him kissing her, watching her lean into him, the way his arms wrapped around her.
I mean—I knew he didn’t really want her—she’d just told him to want her—right?
Then he pulled back and saw me and what must’ve been my stricken face, and his eyes widened in horror. “Angie,” he whispered.
“It’s all right,” she told him, taking his chin in her hand. “She doesn’t mind, does she?”
Mark looked over at me for confirmation. If I told him I did—what would that change here? She could go tell me to stand in a corner and look at a wall, and then I would be blind and I still wouldn’t be able to do anything.
What—if anything—was the right thing to do? I didn’t know. I shook my head, still mute by her command.
“Good,” Maya purred, abandoning Mark and coming over to me. “I wouldn’t want you to be lonely.”
My lips parted as I struggled to speak, again, with nothing coming out—and her lips sank to meet mine.
I could’ve—I could’ve bitten her or something, I suppose—but she was soft and she smelled good and her tongue pushed in gently, as if asking permission, entirely opposite of everything else about her and I kissed her back, leaning in, wondering if my tongue would feel fangs.
“Mmm,” she said, when she broke off before me. “You both are delectable.” Her heavily lidded eyes took me in. “I want to do such things to you. To both of you,” she said, looking over me to Mark. “Unholster your gun.”
I immediately looked over to Mark—and found him undoing the buckle to a hidden gun-holster I hadn’t realized he’d been wearing—I’d been on the other side of him in here and in the car. He placed it on a table behind him, and then looked back to Maya for further instructions.
“Now unholster your other one,” she said, giving his crotch a meaningful look, and his hands went for his belt buckle.
Her attention returned to me before I could hide my emotions: shock, horror, jealousy, fear. “Don’t worry—I’ll make sure he enjoys it. And if you play your cards right, you will too.”
At the thought of that, with her, with him, my mind went to unbidden places and heat inside me rose. Goddammit—there was something—just being in her presence. Could Jack do this when he wanted to? Thank God he’d never done it to me—
And then she was kissing me again, and somehow nothing’d ever felt more right. She pulled back before I was ready to release her, leaving me swooning.
“Every time I touch you, it shocks me.” She tapped my lips with her finger as if to prove her point. “It’s mystifying.”
I had no idea what she was talking about, only vague memories of other people saying the same thing—and then her hand wound around my head and into my hair and pulled me forward again.
Then we were kissing and I wanted to put my hands on her.
Sensing my hesitation she pulled back and whispered, “Yes. Do.”
And then it was an imperative. Her skin was so soft, and there was so much of it exposed for me. She made small noises each time my hand lifted and touched, like I was hurting her—and like she enjoyed it.
“Oh, yes.” She pulled back from me and then she cast a glance over her shoulder at Mark, who was watching the both of us with his pants half-down and an eager hard-on. “C’mere, loverboy,” she said, crooking her finger for him to follow as she pushed me back toward the stage.
We danced together until the stage was at my back, then she reached behind me to tap at it, making it clear that I ought to hop up.
I did, and then we were on a level where she wouldn’t have to reach down to kiss me again—and as she did so, I felt her move her hand behind her, to where Mark now was, and knew she was taking hold of him, feeling her sway as he thrusted into her hand near her back.
She stopped kissing me, twisted back to kiss him, and then looked between us. “Don’t be afraid. You both want to be with me. And I want to be with you,” she said, quenching any remaining fear. I could feel it pulling away to hide wherever my wolf was, down, down, down inside.
As she leaned back to kiss him again, I brought down the fabric of her bikini top to kiss her breast. Her free hand held me there, fingers curling against my scalp as I sucked on the ruddy pink of her nipple.
Mark’s hands circled her and found me and started pulling my shirt up, even as she made him moan and—
It was like being with Willa and Gray again, only not—things were tangled—hands, hair, tongues.
Watching him kiss her somehow felt right, and I reached behind her to stroke him myself as she reached her hands down to push my skirt up and pull my underwear down.
I rocked my hips back and forth to help her, as Mark leaned over her head to kiss me.
Without thinking I started to lay back. She purred and ran her hands up underneath my shirt, pushing it up to expose me, shoving my bra out of the way to take my breasts in her hands.
She felt so warm; everything she was doing inspired heat in me—my worries were a distant memory at best. Her touch, her scent, the sounds she made, the way she caught me with her eyes—between her kisses and the way her hands kept trailing all over my body—I wasn’t in control anymore. I didn’t even remember how to be.
Maya rose up and looked over her shoulder at Mark. “Your girl is lovely.”
“I know,” Mark murmured, from where he’d been trailing kisses against her back.
She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair. “So which of us do you want to fuck first?”
He answered without hesitation, “Angie.”
She looked momentarily peeved—her eyes flashed and her hand on my thigh tightened.
“So you’re a good boy, eh? Too bad—for this to work, I’m gonna need you to be dirty.
” She held onto my legs with both hands and arched herself back for him.
“I’m gonna need for you to fuck me good,” she said, giving him a helpless glance.
“It’s been so long,” she said, dramatically.
I, of course, knew she was lying—but Mark—he reached down and I could see him pushing her panties aside the way he’d so often pushed mine and—I watched his face as she bent over me to take his cock.
That look—I knew that look—eyes half-lidded, strong jaw slightly dropped. I felt her rock over me—rub over me more like—as his cock found itself deep inside her. It was like watching extraordinarily personalized porn on TV.
“Oh!” she protested—for real or show, I wasn’t sure—and then his hands grabbed her waist and his hips started pumping.
She held herself over me on her elbows—I could feel each of his thrusts ripple through her as her eyes closed.
“Yeah—just like that—that’s good—that’s so good,” she breathed, in time with his strokes.
Then her eyes opened, and she started kissing me.
I didn’t know what to think. Her breasts were against mine—I wrapped one arm around her back and when the other reached for her clit, her head rose up.
“You’ve done this before,” she said, and it wasn’t a question.
“Good.” Her hands found my thighs and with her greater strength she pushed me up the stage. “Keep your legs wide for me.”
Without being able to stop myself, my knees fell, one to each side.
“Making him come was always going to be easy,” she said, as Mark still rhythmically pulsed in and out of her. One of her arms folded in so that her hand could open my pussy wide. “But making you come,” she said, before leaning down to kiss my clit, “is going to be a treat.”
After that—her mouth fully found me and there was nothing I could do.
She somehow ate me out with both fervor and precision—she always seemed to know exactly what I needed next, when things were too much and she needed to back off, and when I needed more-more-more, while behind her, Mark fucked her like a machine, making her rock against me in his rhythm.
I didn’t know what to do—what I could do?
I couldn’t even move my hips against her—but there was no way to stop the orgasm building deep inside, no way to deny her what she so clearly wanted—I reached for her head with both hands and grabbed hold of her hair to keep her there, just as she arched further back for Mark and whispered, “Harder, harder,” for him and, “Sing for me,” to me.
Mark did as he was told, looking over her at me.
“Oh—Angie,” he said, like her pussy was mine, just as her tongue flicked back under my hood. My voice returned at last, so I could shout my orgasm out, vibrating with Mark’s final thrusts as he shoved himself into her and she translated that movement into me.
She rose up from me then, her lips covered in my juices, her hair in disarray from my hands, looking feral.
“Yes,” she said, taking the whole moment in with closed eyes.
Then her lips drew back and fangs emerged and I knew what she wanted and I couldn’t close my legs to run away.
I shrieked out my terror and called for the only person who I thought could save me.
“Jack!”