cataclysmic appetite
-FOUR-

Little lady has no fucking clue. She's fierce for a mortal woman, I'll give her that.

"You live here?" I entertain her, taking off my coat and draping it over one of the acrylic chairs that each have their own fake sheepskin rug.

"I rent this office," she starts. "I'd never want to live in this dump." She rolls her dark eyes dramatically as she inspects the walls. She's right. It's a dump. Hidden moisture in the walls and cracks in the ceiling show poor upkeep, but Bo's lavish decorum makes you almost ignore it. Humans wouldn't notice.

"Strip," I order her suddenly.

There's a gleam in her eyes that all whores have when it comes to business. Scratch that. Not all whores have it. Only the ones who enjoy their work. The ones who love the sex, revel in the dirty.

"Oh, you want your money's worth. Don't you, handsome?" She toys with the straps of the silk bra she wears. I hear the material glide over her hard nipples, taunt me.

"I told you to strip, not talk back."

Bo seems to like my approach, her scent a thousandfold more here, my senses alert. She'll excuse herself to use the restroom anytime now. To hide more from me. Little does she know that what she hides is what I'm here for.

"Mhmm," she muses, walking around me with her gaze boring through me, trying to figure me out. "Bossy. I like it." She winks before her hands reach for the thick mane of mahogany hair, getting it out of the way, her pulse point making my mouth water as her heart beats a little faster and faster. Bo's fingertips tug the ribbon that's tied at the nape of her neck before the silk triangles fall down. She's blessed with perky tits and rosy nipples that beg to be ripped open and sucked until I'm satisfied.

When she reaches for the second ribbon at the middle of her back, her back arches more and her bouncy tits are the sole thing I'm focusing on.

She holds up her top like it's a trophy before it hits the ground. Bo is all pale-skinned glory and rosy undertones that show me the map of her blood, guide my eyes to her major arteries that sing to me.

I let out a grunt when she moves and her thighs brush together, her action spreading more of her scent into the room.

"Go shower," I tell her. My order is met with an arched brow and a cocky smile as Bo stands before me in nothing but silk, ruffled panties and heels. "I want you stripped bare of everything that covers you up," I continue. Chocolate eyes narrow and she turns, tossing dark silk over her shoulder.

When I hear the shower turn on, I wait another minute or three before I make my move. I'm glad that I've done this when I stand in front of her doorway a millisecond later.

She's left the door open slightly, steam billowing through the slit, fortifying the way her body smells and lures me in. This part is what I love most about immortality, the fact that everything is more than skin deep. It's deep and dark and guides you to exactly where you need to be. Just like I need to be here, ready for my dessert —the meal I really deserved earlier. The one ruined by the pathetic teenagers in their hotel room. Time for better things. I feel myself smiling before my shoe meets the flimsy door that's been patched up by layers of white paint.

I blink a couple times to make my eyes adjust faster to the steam and hot air in the tiny bathroom, rewarded by the view of a glistening, tight body under a stream of warm water.

She moans so softly human ears wouldn't even bother to pick up, but I hear her loud and clear as her elegant fingertips massage the back of her neck through a curtain of dark hair that mats to her sculpted, lean back. Her action leads my eyes down her curved spine, to the slope of her ass. I want to fucking bite her right there, soft and warm flesh that's always soft to the touch, always hot and perfect to drink from.

"Remove it." My voice breaks the silence mixed with running water and her pretty, little sighs. Bo's head whips around, big deep eyes looking straight at me as I feel mine darken with pure lust as a growl builds deep in my throat.

"What?" She cocks her head, a little V etched in between groomed brows that have a natural high arch to them, marring her perfect alabaster skin. The lack of makeup makes her look younger, eyes brighter and bigger and even more innocent.

"I told you to get rid of every fucking thing that covers you up." I resist pinching the bridge of my nose out of pure frustration.

Bo turns around, gorgeous body on display as drops of water caress her tits, down her belly button and down her bare pussy that's calling out for me. I'm so hard I can probably break her glass shower wall with my cock with the tiniest of movement.

"I'm fucking naked, dude… What more do you want?" She grabs her tits to emphasize, one of her little hands trailing down a taut stomach as her nipples harden underneath the stream of water until she cups herself—breathy noise falling from her lips.