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A/N: This chapter has some F/F action.
Chapter 5
He couldn’t believe it.
Alexander blinked. Not only was he standing behind one of the women who had been haunting his mind day and night, but he was sustaining a mixture of emotions swirling in his chest. His demon continued to scratch his thick claws at Alexander’s insides, the nails leaving long streaks of crimson blood that oozed desperate need and desire. His insides churned, and for the first time in his life, he was both anxious and nervous.
Licking his dry lips, he heightened the heat of his gaze as he looked over the delicious woman standing before him. Although he couldn’t see her face, her backside gave him a view he would never forget.
She wore black, glimmering pumps that radiated thin rays of light off of their dark surface. The skin on her legs was a milky, cream color, a shade darker than the room’s walls. Despite being in a haze, he could see the red haired woman ruffling her shoes against maroon carpet, swaying back and forth slowly.
His orbs traveled up her set of legs slowly, leaving a blazing trail of fire as they explored the length of her soft skin. His orbs narrowed when they met the end of his travel, only to be lit with hunger as his head tilted to the side at his new discovery.
A thin, scarlet colored skirt. It wasn’t the mere cloth, or rather skirt, but it was what the cloth was covering – a round, tight bottom that his howling demon itched to grab. The short, stretched skirt hugged her waist perfectly – a small waist at that, one that narrowed from the edges of her voluptuous, flaring bottom. Alexander tilted his head to the side, his orbs leaving a heated trail as they traveled up her white blouse, past her mane of crimson red curls, and finally reaching the top of her head.
It was when he let out an audible groan that the woman froze amidst her mindless swaying. She had been humming a soft tune, stirring a spoon in a mug filled with some black liquid that appeared to be coffee; the spoon now held frozen midair. He almost let out another groan when he saw that the cheeks of her delicious bottom, supported by the thin fabric, clenched as she dropped the spoon back into the mug. Her limbs grew stiff, and Alexander could hear short, apprehensive pants coming out of her full lips as the silence increased.
What he wouldn’t give to have her pant for him, only in a different, much more erotic scenario.
He finally cleared his throat, the desire to grab onto her firm bottom and pull her against him much too overwhelming to not say anything. His demon nearly howled with delight as she slowly turned around, her mass of curls bouncing slightly over her shoulder. A plump, red set of pouty lips came into his view, along with a sharp, distinct nose. His eyes traveled over her small body once more; watching the way her small, yet perky breasts moved as she breathed in short pants, the slight curves of her waist, her protruding chin as she held her head up high. He only drew his gaze back to her round, hazel eyes when he heard a noise erupt from the back of her throat – one he couldn’t discern if it was whether a moan or a gasp.
Even her eyes were lit with fire. Although they were bleak, filled with a soft hazel color, he couldn’t help but smile internally at the fiery determination placed there for him to see. Especially him.
“May I help you, Sir?” The woman shifted uncomfortably, crossing her arms over her chest, which, of course, caused an emphasis on her breasts. Alexander’s demon nearly knocked him over with the excitement built in his chest at the sight, an excitement that nearly took all of his energy to suppress. He could see she had a brave streak in her, yet he could also smell her arousal and apprehension in the air as well.
She knew exactly who he was.
Alexander narrowed his eyes and zeroed in on hers, which were slowly starting to glint with an undeniable hunger. He could see her running her eyes over his form, chewing on her lip softly as her orbs caressed every inch of his figure. He shifted his stance, making his way over to the woman who was still watching him; the way his muscles rippled as he flexed unconsciously; the way his fists and jaw clenched simultaneously. She was still chewing on her lower lip, hands gripped onto the edges of the countertop behind her.
He stopped a few inches away from her, watching her oblivious face as she continued to caress his body with her eyes. Lowering his head down until the tip of his nose nearly touched hers, until her sweet, vanilla breath blew across his chin, until his crawling hands covered her stiff ones attached hers clenched around the countertop – he watched her.
It was only when he tilted his head to the side and brushed his lips over her beautiful locks, whispering a few words in her ear, did she jerk out of her haze.
“Your name?”
The woman attempted to stifle a gasp, pushing her lush bottom back into the barrier behind her. He watched, again, as she slowly licked her bottom lip. He could see her nipples harden when she finally evaluated their proximity, her round buds poking through her, what he assumed, thin bra and flimsy blouse.
Damn.
His eyes pried away from the hardened little nipples, wandering up her flushed neck and towards her beautifully surprised face. Her hazel orbs were watching him; lips parted slightly and cheeks rosy red.
His mouth watered at the thought of pressing his hungry lips against her delicious wet ones, slipping his rough tongue inside her small mouth and exploring her enticing taste. Or, even strip her naked, there in that room anyone could walk into, and caress every inch of her creamy skin.
Alexander did not even realize the woman trapped in front of him had uttered a word until she shoved him lightly, all the while keeping her back pressed against the edge of the countertop. He frowned, looking down at her glazed orbs and fiery red curls as they bounced slightly.
“Azalea Fischer.” She gave an indignant little huff, trying to shifting herself further away from him, yet fortunately getting nowhere.
“Well then, Ms. Fischer,” he drawled, his eyes taking notice of her hungry ones when he called her by her last name, “I believe you have been one of the women bothering me since the time I came here, am I correct?”
Azalea snapped her head up, a gasp leaving her lips at his accusation. “You—“
“Do not lie to me.” Alexander commanded; his eyes hard and voice firm, leaving no room for resistance and instantly causing Azalea’s bottom to clench deliciously. He could see her body trying to fight his command, her eyes lit with even more fire as they watched his.
This one’s feisty.
Alexander reached a hand up to her round face, brushing past her smooth cheeks and grasping onto a crimson curl. Tucking the glossy hair behind her ear, he leaned down and brushed his nose ever so slightly against hers.
“I’m not here to punish you nor question you,” he murmured, trying to memorize every feature of her beautiful face -- even her widened eyes when she heard his words. “But next time, don’t you dare leave me hanging.”
And with that, he left.
“You didn’t!”
Azalea stifled a giggle as she tried to dodge the pillow, her curls bouncing around freely as she sprinted towards the bed. Her outstretched hand knocked over the small lamp resting on the desk adjacent to the bed as she landed face first onto the plush mattress. She squealed when she heard soft footsteps running towards the room, immediately pushing herself up and turning her body around to face the doorway.
Her devilish mind worked overtime to come up with a plan to distract the person, her hands immediately grabbed onto the ends of her flimsy nightgown and pulled it off of her taught body. Throwing the sheer fabric across the room, she sat back down on the bed, her red curls flowing down her back like a waterfall. Spreading her legs wide open so that the person could see her dripping wet cave, Azalea waited.
She couldn’t help but moan appreciatively as her mate stepped into the room, a large aroma of cinnamon accompanying her presence. A dark cape of hair framed her mate’s delicate face, those eyes immediately zeroing in on Azalea’s naked form resting on the bed. A soft smile graced her face as she watched Azalea, who, in return, whistled suggestively at the woman as butterflies erupted in her stomach.
“You are such a child.” The woman whispered, shaking her head slightly. She walked over to Azalea, her hands itching to caress her. As she neared the bed, Azalea’s hands gripped her and pulled her closer and closer, until their foreheads rested against each other.
Soft fingers trailed up and down the skin underneath the skirt the woman wore, caressing her bare legs as well. Azalea inched up the shirt slowly, earning a soft sigh from the beauty.
“Come on Mira; please don’t be mad at me.” Azalea whispered against her ruby red lips. She pulled the beauty even closer, pressing her pert nipples against Mira’s covered breasts – breasts that she longed to free by pulling the shirt over her head.
“Lea, I’m not mad. Whatever happened to not letting him see us yet though, hmm?” Mira replied, giving her a knowing look.
“Bu-but you know I couldn’t resist anymore! God, he is so delicious.” Azalea moaned, freeing herself from her mate’s embrace and flopping down onto the mattress. She closed her eyes, her mind drifting to the beast the two of them had been teasing for weeks. The way he clenched his fists, his groans, his length – everything.
Mira tilted her head to the side, a slight blush adorning her cheeks. Oh, she knew exactly how delicious he was – more so, how he delicious he tasted around her mouth. She had been the one to suck his length in her mouth, to timidly caress every inch of his dick. Azalea had been the one to encourage her, whispering words in her mind through their link on how to do so, her words slowly dying out as Mira had begun to take him in her mouth on her own. Even though, she had no experience with any man.
This, of course, was something Azalea had always found incredibly sexy.
The mere fact that he was their boss had made them both incredibly aroused and needy. Mira was the first one to see him, new bursts of emotions overcoming her at the sight of his tall, bulky form. She had heard of the new boss that had nearly every woman in the building fanning themselves in approval, but she never expected for him to be their mate – or for her to need another pair of panties when she recognized who he was.
At first, the two of them wanted to tell them he was their soul mate – or rather, Azalea did, for Mira was too shy and wary. Their needs overflowing, they found him at a strip club – one they had often come across in their past. The sight of him, sitting carefree as three women caressed him had made Azalea’s hair to burn a fiery red. Mira, on the other hand, had noticed his boredom, his nonchalant attitude, yet still felt slight twinges of arousal and mistrust erupt in her secluded heart.
They knew he had no idea of their existence, that he was used to women looking at him with hunger – what better way of distracting their man and punishing him for causing them to fret than by teasing his inner demon?
They would have continued their plan too, if Azalea hadn’t revealed her identity to him that morning on purpose.
Mira’s thoughts were dispersed when Azalea shot up, hugging her around the waist and kissing her vibrant lips. She pulled away after a mere few seconds, circling her arms around Mira’s narrow hips.
Framing her hands around Mira’s face, Azalea noticed a veil of worry in her mate’s eyes. She had always been untrusting and timid of the people surrounding her, while Azalea was the complete opposite: loud and too curious. Yet, they never fought, even with their immense differences.
The only thing Azalea did question every once in a while was Mira’s past, something that the beautiful woman always shut down on whenever the curious red-head asked her. She wanted to know what had caused her mate to become so shy, when Azalea knew for a fact that she had a wild streak in her – which was evident whenever they played around in their bedroom. From the times Mira had given her a strip tease or lathered her body in something creamy and edible to lick up, Azalea wanted her to show that more often. She had tried countless number of times to encourage her sexy nature to display, immediately getting shut down by Mira herself.
Her shyness was something Azalea hoped their mate could help disperse. That was exactly why Azalea hadn’t said anything to her when she found out that Mira and their mate were going to work on a merger together. She wanted for Mira to see how their mate could turn her into a sex crazed nymph with his mere presence, just as he had done to her in that conference room that morning.
“You know, Mira,” Azalea drawled, diffusing her thoughts on the delectable man she couldn’t for them to tie up. She leaned even closer to Mira’s face, which looked back at her with narrowed eyes. “I’m really tired from being stuck in an office all day…”
Mira sighed knowingly, backing away from her mate. She turned around, making her way over to the dresser and ignoring Azalea’s squeal of happiness as she swayed her hips sensuously. Slowly, she placed a few candles on the dresser and lit them, the fluorescent lights behind her dimming out as she did so. Soon, the room turned into a dark essence of vanilla and cinnamon, lit with the dancing shadows that were thrown across the room by the candles. Walking towards the edge of the bed, she let out a soft flutter of breath, one that did not go by Azalea.
“You’re beautiful, baby.” Azalea whispered, the same words of encouragement always escaping her mouth whenever they pleased each other.
Closing her eyes, Mira started to sway her hips back and forth to a beat only she could hear. Still turned away from the bed, and away from Azalea’s hungry gaze, she rolled her hands in a circular motion, bringing them together behind her head as she grabbed onto the pin. Slipping the pin free from her hair, she dipped her waist forward. Millions of dark, luscious locks tumbled down her back, stopping just below her curved ass.
Azalea let out a breathy sigh, bringing her hands up to cup her breasts, the sight of those pin straight locks and swinging hips causing her to curl with both envy and arousal.
Laying her cascade of hair over her left shoulder and gyrating her movements, she trailed her fingers down the length of her body. Her hands disappeared towards the front of her thin corset, a corset that the both of them loved to wear. A soft sigh of content floated of the beauty’s mouth when she untied the lace and pulled down the cups a bit, enough to reveal her heavy breasts confined in her strapless bra.
A soft whimper could be heard behind her, along with the slight crinkle of the bed sheets. Licking her wet lips, the beauty pulled the corset down until the cloth pooled around her naval. Shadows whirled on her skin as she grabbed onto the zipper of her skirt, pulling it down slowly. Hot air blew onto her hands as she clutched onto the ends of her skirt and dipped, the black fabric swiftly falling off her rear end to reveal her white panties that accentuated her tight ass. She clenched her ass in need, hot air immediately blowing across her skin, as if trying to cool her bursts of arousal.
“No touching yet, Lea.” She all but moaned, the air quickly being filled with a heavy, aroused scent.
She was in her own little world now, oblivious to Azalea trying to please herself on the bed.
Pulling down her corset until it dropped at her feet, Mira stood there with her eyes closed. Turning around slowly to face her mate on the bed, she rotated her wrists around her body, swaying her hips slowly and sensuously. Long dark hair framed her face as she moved, her full lips wet and shimmering in the candlelight. Her cheeks were tinted rosy pink, her shyness slowly seeping back into her movements. As she danced, the tips of her fingers traveled towards the back of her bra to flick it open.
Wiggling slightly, her eyes still closed, she let the bra slide down her body, revealing her heavy set of breasts. Standing there, amidst the dancing shadows and flickering light, with just a pair of tiny panties and miles of wild hair running down her back, she looked stunning.
That was when she imagined his hands.
Coming around from her back, they circled her small waist and pressed her against a warm, hard chest. Her ass, still adorned in her panties, pressed against his naked front. Her blush darkened, a gasp escaping her lips at the feeling of this man pressing her against his hard length. It was something she had never experienced in her life.
His hands caressed her softly. They stroked her ass, her stomach, her thighs, her breasts – yet skimming over her aching core. His rough lips pressed fluttery kisses down her back, moving her cape of hair as he did so. A soft ache built in the pit of her stomach at the sizzling, erotic sensation. She thought she was done for when his large hand ran over her bottom, gripping onto her drenched panties and pulling them down her legs. The same hand traveled back up towards her waist, circling around its circumference. He pressed his erection between her exposed cheeks and she nearly cried in pleasure when he started pushi—
“Mira…” Her mind cleared quickly as she heard her mate’s moan, her eyes snapping open. She was met with Azalea’s confused, yet excited gaze, her body sprawled out onto the silk sheets. Drips of essence ran down her legs, Azalea’s cave nearly overflowing with the desire to fuck her.
Mira blushed when she realized she had imagined his hands, his chest, his everything. Her cheeks burned even more when she realized she had taken off her panties herself, her body now dipped towards the bed with her hands propping her up, bottom perked up.
Realizing that Azalea was looking at her with excitement because of her new position, she quickly crawled over to Azalea’s needy body. Both of their faces were flushed with heat. As she laid herself on top of her, Azalea’s hands gripped her waist and pulled her down for a kiss. Their hands now roamed; the urge to make love to each other so large that they started to push their hips together. Their lips moist and wet, capturing each other’s moans of pleasure.
Their hands traveled down each other’s bodies, simultaneously reaching their destination: each other’s dripping wet cave. Mira’s lips moved away from Azalea’s with a pop, her head thrown back as she rode her mate’s fingers, while Azalea moaned for more. The silk sheets moved over them, tangling between their lust-filled states.
Azalea turned her mate over so that she lay on her stomach, shifting herself on top of her bottom. She smacked them lightly when Mira wiggled and panted softly, bending over her back so that she could whisper words of sin into her mate’s ear. Reaching over to the small table adjacent to their bed, Azalea opened the drawer. Her hands rummaged its contents, her heart beating rapidly when she found her item: their favorite dildo.
With Mira’s eyes shut, Azalea pulled the straps over her smooth legs and pushed one end into herself. She cried out in pleasure at the filling sensation, her head tilting back and her slender fingers grasping onto Mira’s arms. She pulled back a bit, centering herself at her mate’s entrance.
“You ready, baby?” She shook, her need too overbearing.
“Please, Lea.” Mira sighed, her hands curling around the silk sheets to form a curled fist.
Azalea pushed in, her lips moist and face flushed. Her red hair fell over her shoulders as she bent her body at an angle, immediately pulling back out of the slick entrance and then pushing back in. Her mate withered beneath her, cream gushing out of her entrance. It had always taken so little time to make her Mira come.
Her pace started out slowly, teasing Mira. As she started to ram into her mate at a rapid pace, her shimmering breasts bounced. Their moans filled the erotic room, Azalea’s cream now flowing down the dildo as her pace increased.
“Mira…oh god, I love you.” She gasped, taking in the scent of cinnamon surrounding her body.
It was when Mira screamed her response and the both of them came at the same time did she stop. Taking the dildo out of them and placing it on top of the small table, Azalea fell down onto the bed in a heap of gasps. Mira crawled over to her, whimpering in content as she wrapped her arms around the tired red-head. They kissed each other one more time, a kiss that they always shared after a night of pleasure. Pressing their warm, naked bodies against each other, they fell asleep amidst the silk sheets.
And they slept, dreaming of their man.