A Different Type of Prey

Different Type of Prey

A Different Type of Prey

The storm wasn't the only thing causing electricity in the air. Flashes of lightning cast light into the darkness of the warehouse. Rain hammered the roof, covering the sound of her footsteps as she slowly crept around the perimeter. Gun in hand, Rhea Kingston could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins. Going against the orders of her captain once again was going to land her in more than hot water. Eight victims had lost their lives at the hands of the serial killer known as the black rose ripper, known for leaving black roses on his victims bodies. Captain Thurso had brought her on the case because she had a talent for getting into the minds of killers and figuring out their next moves. However this one had been doing a good job of keeping her guessing. So far all they had to go on was a partial DNA profile that if brought up in court, could be easily discarded.

The wind kicked up outside as she completed her check of the perimeter. Another warehouse she could cross off the list she had put together. She had visited four tonight and each one had given up absolutely nothing. Turning towards the door, she placed her hand on her handle against the metal when a thump sounded from a few feet behind her. Gun still in hand, she turned and headed over to where she guessed the sound had come from. It could be animals, she had seen her fair share of rats and mice tonight, scurrying across her path on their nightly hunts for food. As her heart rate began kicking down, she turned to go back to the door when a strong arm wrapped around her throat, their other hand moving down to her gun.

'Drop it.' A low voice whispered, their breath hot against her ear.

'I have back up on route.' She lied and the reply was a low rough laugh, his chest vibrating softly.

'Nice try. I've been on your tail all night detective, you're on this little hunt on your own, you didn't even tell that partner who bumbles along after you.'

He'd been watching her? For how long? How had she missed that she was being followed? Every possible scenario for the outcome of this situation went through her mind and she did not fair well in any of them.

She felt the cold blade of the knife against her cheek, a stark contrast to the heat of his breath as he continued whispering in her ear.

'You were so close. But you made one crucial mistake.' He growled.

'And that was?'

'You didn't realise you were being hunted.' She felt the blade tip go through the layers of her skin before the warm sensation of blood slowly running down her neck. It was a small cut, but a cut nonetheless. She was about to ram an elbow into him when she felt his mouth move from her ear down to her neck. A shiver shot through her body, the fluttering feeling in her stomach going completely against her mind which was screaming to run. Despite her best effort, she couldn't stop her body from shaking lightly.

Something changed, his grip loosened around her throat and she felt his tongue against her skin, gently licking up the trail of blood.

'I'm not going to hurt you.' His hand slid round to her front, pulling her back against him.

Tilting her head to the side, she closed her eyes as his lips traced soft kisses up her neck to her ear and back down again. A moan escaped her lips and she wished she could have taken it back, his grip around her tightened and she could feel his erection pushing against her back. A growl rumbled from him, his lips vibrating against her throat.

Her body betrayed her, moving back so there could be little space between them. Her hand came up to his hand was on her stomach and she dug her nails in lightly.

'Easy kitten. Enjoy it.' He chuckled as he began walking backwards, taking her with him. He led her to the other side of the warehouse, several crates and pieces of furniture had been discarded.

He positioned her in front of a wooden crate then slowly turned her to face him. Rhea looked up and was met by a pair of sapphire eyes gazing down at her. His hair dark and coming down over his eyes, stubble covered his chin. He smiled at her, bringing his hand to cup her chin.

'I've had my eye on you for a while, detective. Always so near yet so far. I like it.' He leaned down and captured her mouth in a passionate kiss. Rhea lifted her arms around his neck and tip toed to deepen the kiss. Why the hell did this feel so good? It shouldn't feel this good.

Another growl rumbled from his throat, his rough hand coming up to caress her cheek. His stubble scratched against her as their tongues fought for control. His other hand slid down her side and moved to cup between her legs. She gasped into his mouth and he pulled back smirking at her.

'Like that kitten?' As his hand pressed against her pussy, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.

She couldn't reply because his mouth was on hers again, a small whimper sounded as his hand moved from between her legs up and under her shirt. He pulled down her bra and teasingly pinched her nipples, one, then the other. Her head leaned back as she moaned, feeling the warmth between her legs.

Her own hands slid under his shirt, feeling his hard abs, moving up to his chest. He pulled his t-shirt over his head letting it fall to the floor.

'Worship me.' He demanded.

Kissing up his chest, she swirled her tongue around his nipples gently biting one and then the other.

'Bite.' His voice guttural.

She obeyed, biting into his flesh and hearing him moan as her teeth sunk into his chest.

'I need you, right now.' His hands came down to cup her ass and lifted her onto the crate. He unbuttoned her pants then hooked his fingers around the waistband of her pants and panties pulling them all the way down as she kicked off her boots. He knelt down, bringing her legs over his shoulders.

'Your scent is driving me insane.' He brought his head down and she felt his tongue lick up the slit of her pussy.

'Oh God...' she moaned, his fingers digging into her hips before his tongue flicked against her clit. The heat was building up, the sound of the storm barely masking her moans which were growing louder as his tongue continued working in and out of her pussy.

'Have you ever let your partner do this to you?' He looked up at her as she shook her head, panting,

'No.'

'Good. He wants to. The way his eyes keep track of you at a scene, when he gently touches your shoulder, I hate that.' He buried his mouth back inside and licked up and down, feeling her body building up to orgasm, he flicked his tongue against her clit.

'Cum for me.' He growled before going back to work her pussy.

Crying out, her body shook, breaths becoming short and sharp. Her hands gripped his head, fingers digging into his hair as the wave of pleasure crashed over, leaving her body quivering.

'Mmmm good kitten.' He slowly stood, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them down over his hips.

'Lie back.' He stated firmly.

Rhea did as she was told, lying back on the crate she felt his position himself between her legs.

'Tell me what you want.' He growled.

'Y-You...' she panted.

'What do you want me to do to you?'

'Fuck me, please fuck me.'

'Mmmmmmm.' He lined up his cock and in one thrust he slid inside her all the way, stretching her pussy, her cry of pleasure overtaking the sound of the thunder.

'Sit up.' He said as he leaned over and pulled her into a sitting position on the crate. Quickly discarding her shirt and bra, his hands cupped her breasts, gently kneading them, fingers pinching her nipples as he slid in and out of her. His mouth crashed down onto hers, tongue sliding into her mouth and working against hers.

Her pants of pleasure as he slid into her were music to his ears. The feeling of her wet pussy around his cock was something he'd fantasised about since seeing her at the first crime scene. What started off as a need to kill slowly evolved into him killing so he could see her. Now she was his and he knew he wouldn't be able to give her up. He needed more.

Lifting her off the crate, he walked over to the wall and slammed her back against it, her legs wrapping around his waist. Holding her up, he moved his hips back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of her.

Her breathing began increasing and he knew she was going to cum again, he slowed down, making sure to go deep inside with each thrust. As he took her over the edge, her pussy clenched tightly around his cock bringing a low groan from his throat.

'Where do you want it kitten?' He asked, moving his mouth to her neck and biting.

'Oh fuck! Inside me...please, cum inside me.' She cried out.

'Music to my damn ears.' He bit down on her neck again as he thrust in, out, in, out, then his orgasm hit. He continued thrusting through it, his mouth vibrating against her neck with his moans.

Sweat glistened on her face, her cheeks red, her hair sticking to her forehead in places. She looked beautiful. His stunning goddess that only he could worship and adore.

Her body was shaking as he gently let her feet down onto the ground, he kept his arms around her to make sure she didn't fall. Pulling his pants up, he buttoned them and looked down at her. Her eyes looked up at him sleepily. Leaning down, he hooked his arm under her knees and the other around her shoulder, lifting her with the greatest of care.

She felt right in his arms, like she was made only for him. Her head leaning on his shoulder. He'd get her settled in her car then come back for her clothes, right now, she needed care and gentle handling.

'Good kitten.' He whispered in her ear as he walked towards the door of the warehouse, his mind under no illusion that they would be doing this again and that she was unequivocally and completely his.