DISCLAIMER: all characters belong to LKH. I’m only having a bit of fun J
“Anita.” Cherry’s voice was calm and soothing. The nurse in her was always like that. “What’s wrong?” She and Zane moved slowly into view. Edward didn’t know who to focus on. Neither did I.
It took me two tries to get my voice working. “It’s the ardeur, Cherry. I haven’t…fed it today. Richard, he…I…” I just couldn’t find words. Forget talking, I needed to fuck something.
Edward broke in. “I insulted Richard and she ended up like this. She said something about the vampire marks. What is going on, the truth?”
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Zane moving closer to me. I watched him, forgetting about Edward. Cherry continued speaking to me. “What do you need to get rid of it, Anita? Do you want me to call Micah?”
I shook my head. “Doesn’t matter who it is as long as something happens soon. The ardeur is satisfied only by sexual release. I’d hump a couch if it’d work, but I need a living, breathing body.” I was getting impatient; I turned back to Edward. He wasn’t there. I understood. Zane had distracted me so Edward could move out of range. “Where’d he go?”
“Bedroom,” Edward called. That left me with two targets, neither of which were at the top of my ‘to do’ list.
“Help me, Cherry,” I asked softly. “Just don’t let me get Edward.”
She walked toward me and I watched every move. Jean-Claude was going to enjoy this. I could feel here energy swirling around her like an aura. Shifters tended to leak power when they were nervous, which I’m betting Cherry was. God knows I was feeling a bit apprehensive. I got to my knees and waited for her to come to me. I was the only one in the room who’d never been with a woman before. Here’s to new experiences.
That first skin-to-skin contact as our hands met brought a warm rush of power. Now it was Cherry I was thinking naughty thoughts about. She was my only focus, besides quieting the damn ardeur. I grasped her outstretched fingers, catching her off guard. If we were going to do this, it was going to get done now. I didn’t want to drag it out any longer than necessary for the sake of the others in the house. Especially Edward. Didn’t want him thinking that this was a normal part of pard life. Who cared what the hell Zane thought at this point. He’d seen me at my worst.
I concentrated on the power. My beast rolled through me into Cherry. She closed her eyes, head thrown back. At least one of us was enjoying this. I pulled her forward and down. Our lips met awkwardly. It was enough. That hunger flowed through me painfully, and I tensed all over. Her hands wrapped around my waist to steady us both. The press of bodies excited me. The kiss was no longer awkward but passionate, longing, hungry.
“Take over,” I pulled back enough to whisper. As kinky as things got for me at times, I just wasn’t sure what to do. She took the initiative and eased me onto my back. I lay beneath her, submissive for once. Bending over to kiss again, she gently pushed my arms above my head to slide my shirt off. We were about even for clothes now; me in my black lace bra and jeans, Cherry in a leather miniskirt and tank top. Though admittedly the skirt didn’t really count because it had ridden up her legs when she straddled me. She wasn’t wearing panties. It was probably a good thing.
My eyes had closed sometime between losing my shirt and realizing how not dressed Cherry was. Her skin was so soft, much smoother than any of the men I knew. I breathed in her scent with the undertone of perfume. I’d have to ask later what it was. Most important, her smell said home like Nathaniel’s did. The ardeur was impatient. I moved my hands to cup her breasts. A sigh escaped her and I took that as an okay to work her tank top over her stomach. With my tongue I went over every inch of exposed skin until she shuddered above me. I still needed more. I fumbled with the clasp of my jeans until she took over the job. With that one move I almost lost my control completely. If Zane hadn’t made a noise I don’t know what I would have done. I glanced over at him and came back to myself. He clutched his arms to his chest, breathing rapidly. Our eyes locked; he took a step forward.
“No,” I growled. “This is not an orgy. You can have her when I’m done, but for now she is MINE!” As if to prove my point, I pressed my mouth to Cherry’s like I would eat her alive. I had two hungers fighting within me now. Her nails scratched lightly over my sides. I arched my back with pleasure. This was better. I fought the urge to draw blood and concentrated on finishing what I’d gotten us into. Cherry held my face with one hand.
“Anita, is it you or Raina talking?” I had to think. “Anita,” she pressed. I nodded. She sighed. “Let’s finish this, alright?” I nodded again. More kissing, then she traced her fingers around the underwire of my bra. I made little whimpering noises. My body was one big nerve ending pulsing with need. Cherry slid one hand beneath the lace to tease my nipple. The other hand wandered to the top of my panties, hesitating before going any further.
“Yes.” My voice was breathy. I was close; the ardeur was helping that. I gasped when her fingers found that spot between my legs. She knew what she was doing, and I spasmed without meaning to. The orgasm was drawn out, pushing my breathing dangerously close to hyperventilation. With a great sigh, it was over. I lay still while Cherry collapsed on top of me. When she raised up her face was flushed, eyes big. “That’s it, Cherry,” I said. “The ardeur is gone. Thank you.” I turned my head to look at Zane. There was a hunger there, and his beast lurked close to the surface. The tip of his tongue ran over his lips. Carefully, Cherry picked herself up and walked over to him. They looked at me questioningly. “I’m okay.”
Zane cleared his throat. “Is it okay if we use the guest bedroom downstairs?” he asked. His voice was low, almost a growl, but it was a pure masculine sound. I nodded and waved them off. Hey, it was the least I could do for them. They made a hasty retreat to the basement while I gathered my thoughts.
“Is it safe to come out?”
I’d forgotten about Edward. “Just a minute.” I quickly redressed. Time to face the music.