In Heat
Angel slowly slipped the strap of Max’s blue dress from her shoulder, peppering little kisses along the trail. Max moaned quietly, enjoying his teasing caress. They were seated on her bed, the lights low, the comforter pulled back in invitation. Carefully, Angel reached around behind her and slid the zipper down and helped her remove the dress that was confining her. She stood, his knees parting to allow her to step between them as the dress pooled to the floor. His hands reached for her thighs, slowly dragging upwards, his fingers nimbly avoiding her sensitive spots until they were at her back once again. He lifted his face to hers and she tenderly cupped his jaw with her small hands and touched her lips to his as his hands deftly removed her strapless bra. Her breasts, heavy and aching were loosed and Angel broke the kiss to turn his attention to them. Max let her head fall back as one large hand came around her to cup her left breast as his mouth sought out the other. He gently teased her nipples, with teeth and fingers until they were standing at attention. Max’s hands snaked up to hold his head at her breast, enjoying the attention he was giving her.
Angel kissed the tip of her breast and reluctantly stood. Max stared up at the darkly handsome man in front of her as he swept his shirt up, over his head. A little smile played at her lips as she took in the broad expanse of his gleaming chest. Before she could touch and explore though, he caught her hands and guided them towards his belt. Max turned her face up for another drugging kiss as her hands swiftly divested him of his belt, and then gently undid the button and zipper of his pants. He moaned into her mouth as her small hand dipped into his silk boxers and gently grasped his member. She stroked it lightly, up and down as she let his tongue invade her mouth. Angel’s hands slid to her hips and caught the band of her skimpy underwear with his fingers. Max purred as he slowly peeled them down and she felt the scrap of lace fall away to the ground. She casually kicked them away, glad that the last barrier was removed. Her hands mimicked his movements and soon his pants and boxers were pooled at his feet. He obediently stepped out of them and Max stared unabashedly at his large member.
Angel was staring at her under hooded eyes. Max smiled sexily and with her hands on his chest, lifted one shoe-clad foot to the bed. "My heels," she murmured throatily. Angel didn’t even look, though he did catch her under her knee and pulled her flush to him.
"Keep them on," he replied, whispering as his head descended to her breasts once more. Max groaned as he nipped at her breast, then began to suck softly on the protruding nipple. Max felt the strength draining from her body. She was weightless, floating in a haze of lust and desire. She felt herself falling and realized that Angel had swung her onto the bed. She felt the cool sheets beneath her, doing nothing to relieve the burning flame she felt licking at the center of her being. Max let her legs fall apart naturally, cradling her dark Vampire in the apex of her thighs. Angel continued to kiss, moving ever so lower. Tantalizing her with feather light kisses over her dampening skin. When he finally reached her thatch of curls he glanced up at her and she could see the desire in his eyes as well. She nodded imperceptibly and he pressed a kiss to her nub. A thrill shot through her and she jerked on the bed. Angel’s hands held her legs apart gently as he dove into her feminine folds, laving roughly against her. Max gasped as his tongue invaded her and panted as he teased her with quick thrusts in and out.
"Angel," she moaned. He ignored her and kept up his torment. "Oh, please…"
He lifted his head, grinning as her hips tried to thrust beneath his strong grip. "Please what, Max?" he teased.
"Angel," she whined softly. "I want you in me… now!" He grinned at her impatience and pulled himself up.
"Always happy to oblige," he whispered, bracing himself on his knees and forearms. Max reached down between them and caught his member and guided it to her opening as Angel hissed at the exquisite torture of her fingers wrapped around him. He let out a low groan as he slowly pressed his length into her. Max lifted one leg and wrapped it around his thigh and gripped him, forcing him to slam into her. "Yes!" he hissed as Max moaned again. He slowly withdrew, until only the tip of his penis was in her, then slammed back into her again, her hips thrusting up to meet him. Angel grit his teeth as he tried to retain control of himself. He varied his thrusts, some slow, some fast, but he never stopped moving.
Max could feel her orgasm building. She matched Angel’s thrust, her legs clenched around his thighs. Her hands clasped around his strong arms. She gasped as Angel sped up again, pounding her into the soft bed. It seemed an eternity since she’d felt so desired. She opened her eyes and was shocked to see that he’d slipped into his game face. "Angel! What’s going on?" she demanded, her surprise breaking her rhythm. Angel grinned at her, his sharp teeth very much in evidence.
"You tell me," he growled. "It’s your dream."
Gasping, Max shot straight up in her bed. Shaking the haze of her dream away, she glanced around the room just to assure herself that there was no one there. She pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her head on them. ‘Damn’ she swore to herself. She knew what the dream meant. She had them two to three times a year. She was in heat again. It was the one thing that bothered her most from her time at Manticore. The feline DNA that they’d given her sent her into estrus cycles, pushing her to mate and produce children. Of course, with birth control pills, the children part had never happened. But she’d never prevented the mating part, no matter how hard she tried. It was so bad that she’d even willingly trade the cycles for the seizures she used to suffer. At least with the seizures, a couple of pills would fix the problem. Max groaned as she got out of bed. She had no idea how she was going to make it through the next couple of days.
It was as she dressed that a brilliant idea came to her. She’d been meaning to check on the Manticore situation. Now was the best time. She needed to get away from temptation and nothing soothed her like the thrill she got riding a motorcycle. Of course, her naughty little mind conjured up the thought of riding Angel, but she was still enough in control to push that thought away while she still could. Now, she just needed an excuse.
Max pulled out an old duffel bag and threw some basic necessities as she thought. She could take the new motorcycle she’d gotten herself. Of course, she hadn’t told Cordelia about it yet. Her late night excursions to the wealthier homes hadn’t stopped. And she knew that the other girl would be suspicious of it when Max proclaimed that she only had enough for food, rent, utilities and a couple nights out from her salary. So she could always tell the other girl that she was taking the bus. But to where? She didn’t want to give away her plans on the off chance that something was in Wyoming. Then she recalled the story she’d told the girl and her friends. Simple enough to concoct a story about her parents, one or the other, being ill. So she worked it out fully as she dressed and found some breakfast.
While she put in a phone call to her boss, who readily accepted her family emergency excuse, Cordy emerged from her bedroom. The other woman waited for Max to get off the phone. "What’s going on?" she asked softly.
Max smiled sadly, doing her best to be convincing. "My mom is sick. I decided to go back and make sure she’s okay."
"Oh," Cordy nodded. "I hope it’s not serious."
"I don’t think it is," Max improvised. "But still, after everything, I mean. She is my mom."
"Of course," Cordy agreed as she poured herself some of the coffee Max had made. Max smiled at her friend, then stood. She picked up her bag and headed to the door. "Be safe. And call me when you can." Cordy moved forward to give her friend a swift hug and then the dark haired girl disappeared out the door.
A few hours later, Cordy was finally ready to head to work. She was surprised to find that Angel was up and about. He usually wasn’t up until later in the afternoon. He greeted Cordy when she came in and she made some noncommittal noise.
Angel realized right away that something was bothering her. "Hey Cordy," he called. Once she looked up at him with her full attention, he asked, "what’s the matter?"
"Oh, it’s nothing really," she waved her hand. "Max’s mom is sick, so she headed back to Seattle for a visit." Angel’s brow furrowed. He didn’t really admit to himself, but after the previous evening, he’d been looking forward to seeing her again soon.
"That’s too bad," he murmured, then walked away. Cordy watched him go, contemplating his words for a moment. Then a slow grin worked its way onto her face.
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