It's Getting Hot In Here
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1 through F › Dark Angel
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
5,836
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Dark Angel, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Four
Chapter 4
Eyes filled with confusion and anger focused on the slender brunette in front of them. Jake had heard her question,heard the way her words seemed to caress him as if they were an entity all their
own. He refused to acknowledge her in the least, however, not wanting to give her any indication that he was interested.
I have my mate. One woman is enough.
"Come on Jakey, whaddaya say? Obviously you can see the fun you've been missin' out on," she grinned, gesturing with a fluid movement to the aroused and enraged men lining the walls.
"Doesn't look like my kind of fun, Max," he ground out, glaring at her. "What the hell do you think you're
doing, huh? You can't just kidnap- " Jake was cut off by Max's hand covering his mouth.
"I think I can and did, Jake." Max trailed a finger over his lips, across his chin, and down his neck. "You can't honestly tell me that you don't want me right now. At least some part of you?"
His mouth now free, Jake bit out a reply while catching Max's seductive gaze with a fierce one of his one. "I. Don't. Want. You," he
said forcefully, with equally strong emphasis on each word. "Never have, and never will. Tia is
mine and I don't want anyone else."
Max snorted, crossing her arms over her chest. "Right," she huffed, moving closer, her nose almost touching his. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging for me to just touch you," she whispered threateningly.
I'll show him, she thought as without another word, she whirled away from him to find a new, more willing playmate.
Her lustful search yielded broad shoulders and a half-open, button down shirt that revealed
a largely bruised chest peppered with scrapes and cuts. My handiwork, she
mused. Maybe I should kiss it all better.She approached with the focus of a
jungle cat intent on her prey. He was immobile, unconscious and vulnerable. Not
much challenge there, but she was sure she could fix that in no time at all.
Max ran her hand through Quinn's hair, sighing as the soft strands flowed
through her fingers. His hair smelled familiar. Like Alec's, she though
contentedly. Alec. From the corner of her eye
she could see that he was still straining against his chains, rattling vainly
every so often in a feeble attempt to gain her attention. She harbored a strange
fascination for his anger and inwardly delighted in his frustration. She knew
she was affecting him, affecting all of them, and it made her giddy with power
and the desire for more.Returning her full attention to the man
before her, Max unfastened the remaining buttons on Quinn's shirt, quickly
stripping him of the garment. She inhaled sharply, taking in the strong contours
of his torso; the sculpted muscles and broad shoulders. Purring, she ran her
right index finger down his chest to his belly button, watching in fascination
as the muscles of his stomach contracted under her touch. She smiled.Even unconscious you react to me,
she thought with glee. Let's see what else I can do to you in this state. Leaning closer, she pressed her nose
against his neck. The clean scent of soap and something purely masculine
assaulted her senses in a most inviting way. She reached down to the buckle of
his belt, loosening it and pulling it from the loops of his pants. She then
unbuttoned his fly and lowered the zipper. Lowering her gaze, she noted happily
that he was as well proportioned below as he was above. And we're not even
half-mast yet. She grinned, imagining how his flesh would feel expanding in
her hand, hardening under her ministrations. Enough fantasizing. Time for
action.She let the belt drop to the floor, forgotten for the moment. Hooking her fingers in the belt loops of his pants, she tugged until they reached his knees. She cocked her head to the side and smiled wickedly at the sight before her. Quinn hung before her, almost totally exposed in all his glory. Stepping closer until her body was pressed parallel against his, she again returned her attention to his neck. She placed teasing licks, kisses, and nibbles from his jaw line to his collarbone, loving the way in his unconscious state he still leaned into her as much as he could. Her hand traveled slowly down his chest, over his stomach, until she reached her destination. Never ceasing in her torture of his neck, she began massaging the tender flesh of his growing erection. He let out a soft moan and Max looked up with a grin, sure he was awake after all she was putting his body through. But still his eyes stayed shut and he
showed no further sign that he had regained consciousness. Instead of discouraging her, this only made Max intensify her attempts at teasing him awake. She increased the pressure of her hand around his shaft, pumping him in a steady rhythm, bringing his hot flesh to life. Her actions elicited a few small moans, but nothing more.
"Dammit!" she hissed in frustration, smacking the wall on either side of his head with open palms. "Wake up, sleepy head," she cooed, caressing his cheek
with her own in an attempt to rouse him gently. When he made no movement, she slapped him lightly. Still nothing. "Wake up, Quinn!" she commanded, thoroughly
annoyed at his unresponsiveness. Gripping his balls tightly, she squeezed and with her free hand slapped him again. The combined pressure and pain stung and Quinn's eyes snapped open, a muffled gasp breaking free from
his throat."About damn time," she muttered before returning to her previous, more enticing mannerisms. "Hey baby," she purred into his ear. "Nice of you to finally join the living." Quinn tried to speak, but through the gag in his
mouth he could only get out incoherent grunts. "Shhh." Max put a finger over the material on his mouth, tugging it down with one finger. "Max, what the fuck - ?" Max stepped back, letting her hands go to the hem of her black tank. She quickly divested herself of the fabric, letting it drop next to Quinn's discarded belt. This left her in only a lacy, barely-there bra. Quinn closed his mouth, forgetting whatever words he'd been about to say. Not fully awake yet and already in an overwhelming state of arousal, he couldn't help but stare at the luscious curves of her olive
toned body, the sheer scrap of lace that barely covered her breasts and that left little to the imagination. Max wasted no time in going to him while he wasn't completely aware of his surroundings. She pushed her nearly naked torso against his, attacking his mouth with hers. To him, it seemed like her hands were everywhere at once, and before he could think, he was returning the kiss with equal fervor. When Max finally pulled away, both of
them were breathless. Quinn's mind was clouded by lust; all five senses
completely overtaken by the wild siren before him. Her lips were swollen and her
cheeks tinged rosy with the blush of heat their frantic kisses had created. He
thought he had never seen anyone so beautiful before. Quinn raised his eyes to
meet Alec's angry glare, and his lips twisted in a wicked smile."Something the matter, Alec?"
he sneered, his tongue winning the war against his brain. The inner voice warned
him he was playing with fire; that Alec would not hesitate to inflict harm
should he be so fortunate as to escape his bonds. But his tongue had a mind of
it's own and he found he was unable to restrain himself from taunting his
friend. Across the room Alec struggled yet again, harder now; pulling at his
restrains with a blinding rage. Yet the shackles held tight.Max looked on with interest. It was hot
- watching yet another man vying for her attentions. She knew Alec was aroused;
she could smell it. So strong she could almost taste it. She wanted to go to
him, to play with him, to feel his skin beneath her fingers. But she was saving
the best for last. All seven males in her living room may have been Alphas, but
Alec was the cream of the crop.Max licked her lips at the thought. Oh
baby, cream of the crop. The things I want to do to you... Images of his
hands all over her body made Max yearn to touch him, tease him, taste him. When
she failed to return her attentions to him, Quinn voiced his disapproval. "Come on, Max. You know you want
it. Come back here, baby. Let me make you purr like the cat you are." While
his husky voice sent shivers down her spine, she held back. Alec was staring
hard, his eyes boring into hers with an intensity she fell prey to. He was
calling her soundlessly and she obeyed. Wanting no distractions, she replaced
Quinn's gag, silencing his protests quickly, and slunk across the room, coming
to stand before Alec. The irate transgenic's state of arousal seemed painful and
she knew he couldn't relieve the pressure on his own."Poor baby," she purred,
reaching down to cup the bulge in his pants, grinning like the Cheshire cat as
she heard his sharp intake of breath. He pulled hard with his captive wrists,
the chains in the wall jangling and loosening slightly. "That's right,
Alec. Fight for me," she crooned, still grinning widely. She flashed him a
sultry look, biting her lower lip and dragging her teeth back slowly.Alec yelped as he felt her hand
unbuttoning his pants. The cool pads of her fingers danced over his heated
flesh, causing him to jump."Mmmxx. Stp. Llmmmgo," he
growled against his gag. The look in his eyes belied his words and Max giggled."I don't think so, stud. I promise
the wait will be worth it, but I'm not quite done with your friends yet,"
she offered in a tone of regret but with playful, twinkling eyes. "Not by a
long shot."Alec's eyes glazed over with anger and lust as he glared at the vixen before him. Max raised a hand to trace a
finger down the side of his sweat-slicked face. Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips as she watched a drop of perspiration trickle down his chiseled jaw. She placed a hand on his shoulder to steady herself as she gave into her urges; she licked his jaw, skipping over the gag and up to his cheek bone, catching the drop of sweat on her tongue. Pulling back only slightly, she licked her lips once more, the masculine taste of him making her heady.
Hmmm. Hot, salty, and utterly Alec.
They were only inches apart, face to face, and Alec began trying to plead with her through his gag. After much struggle, he succeeded
in spitting the cotton cloth from his mouth and jerked forward, desperate to claim her mouth with his. She was a step ahead of him each time he lunged as far as the restraints allowed, staying just inches away, tempting and teasing him. "Dammit, Max!" he managed to bite out before Max replaced his gag, pulling his head
to her chest as she reached behind him to tighten it. When he was released from her grasp, he glared at
her again with lustful, angry eyes. She wore a smug smile, knowing she had him right where she wanted him. The rapid beat of his heart, clearly audible to her sensitive ears, confirmed it.
In a flourish of motion, Max bent at the waist and placed a chaste kiss right below Alec's navel. She sensed both relief and disappointment from him as she returned upright. She winked and then turned on her heel, stalking back to Quinn, hips swinging exaggeratedly to the tune of Alec's
stifled pleas.
Quinn's lips curved into a predatory smile as he watched her with lust-filled eyes.
They darkened as she leaned closer, taking the edge of his gag between her
teeth. He relaxed his muscles and the cloth fell away easily. "I knew you couldn't stay away long,
Max," he drawled sexily.Max was getting tired of the routine.
She needed more; needed to feel skin on skin. Raising lazy eyes to Quinn's face,
they locked gazes. She felt heat rush throughout her body, coming to pool
between her legs. She reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, enjoying
the cool air that breezed in from the window and caressed her newly exposed
skin. A collective gasp sounded all around her and her lips twisted into a sinful
smile.Quinn couldn't take his eyes off her
body. Her skin was shimmering with a faint sheen of sweat, her full breasts
glistening in the pale light. Her nipples were hard, rosy-pink, and he wanted
nothing more than to crush her to him. He watched, mesmerized, as her hands
fluttered softly over her neck and down to her stomach, tracing circles over her
heated and sensitive skin. She moaned at her own touch, and he met her gaze once
more, eyes glazed with passion and desire. Quinn imagined his own hands roving
over her flawless skin and he felt himself harder than ever before. Touch, he thought
wildly. Must touch."I want you, Max. I will have
you," he growled softly. She let out a deep throated purr, and continued to
tease him with her erotic show. She hooked her fingers through the belt loops of
her jeans and shimmied out of them, leaving her in a black lace thong. Quinn was
close to bursting as he took in the sight of her soaked panties. She was wet. Scratch
that - she's soaking wet! No longer willing to remain suspended and restricted,
Quinn wanted to dominate. I'm an X5 Alpha male, goddamit! It's time to take
charge.Quinn focused his mind and gathered his
weight in his wrists, fisting his hands tightly. He then yanked hard, pulling
his feet up with all the strength he could muster. The clasps on his ankles
snapped.Before Max could react, Quinn propelled
his lower body into a swing, catching Max's legs with his own. She looked down
in shock; she was trapped between his thighs.And I like it.
TBC