The humans on the other side of the wall were growing louder, despite their obvious efforts to muffle themselves. The headboard of their bed slammed thunderously into the wall three times before silencing, but the universal language of coupling continued. The female sounded half-crazed by whatever the male was doing to her. Kane’s imagination unfolded a number of possibilities and his cock began to throb.
Kane pulled free of Raven’s hungry mouth and traced his claws down over her undulating body to the equally-hungry parts of her below. Her pussy clamped and sucked at him as eagerly as her mouth; he pumped his hand against her, matching the rhythm of the humans next door, and she cried out and coated him with her pleasure. Behind him, as though spurred on by Raven’s release, the male uttered a single, strained groan, and then there was silence.
Kane stroked his Raven’s thigh, soothing her back into the depths of sleep. Then he turned, stripping out of his clothing, and pulled the sheets away from Sue-Eye. She roused a little, muttering as she groped to cover herself again, and he caught her leg and flung her open. “Not a sound,” he hissed, flicking his eyes warningly at Raven, sleeping Raven. He straddled the bed, his thighs wide apart and his cock jutting greedily, and closed his fist around himself, rubbing Raven’s oils up and down his length. Then he seized her hips and yanked her up to impale him.
She had been blinking, struggling to waken and to sit up. Now she uttered a coughing gasp and dropped back onto the bed, all her body tensing. Kane fucked her hard, his thrusting hips chopping her breath into pants, and watched her fight for silence. He was hurting her, he knew he was.
“Do you want me?” he whispered, unable to resist goading her.
She nodded, her jaw clenched. Her legs came up and locked around his waist; she began to add to his movements, imitating his body’s lust with thrusting of her own.
This was not Heat. When it was done, it was done, and Kane was in the mood to play. He glanced at Raven, found her still sleeping in the glow of her release, and then withdrew from his grimly-willing partner and climbed from the bed. He gestured for her to follow and went into the bathroom, where he could put another door between them.
No sooner had Sue-Eye joined him on the tiled floor than he had shut her in and pushed her facedown against the sink. He slapped her thighs apart, his claws sinking into her shoulder, and shoved his aching cock into her ass.
She wasn’t expecting it and she came alive like a wire, kicking and hammering at him in a panic, but never making more than a single gagging cry. He fucked her ferociously, beating compliance into her constricted passage and forcing her to admit him. The pleasure was exquisite, hot and wild, and he did not give a damn if it killed her.
Ah gods, she was humping back at him, her face in the mirror set with determination. There were tears in her eyes, and her knuckles were white where they gripped the countertop, but she was showing him her best all the same. “Tell me,” he hissed, thrusting brutally hard.
“I want you,” she said, the words ripped from her in gusts. “I love your cock. Let me suck it. Let me fuck it. Give me your cock, Kane. Give it to me as hard as you can.”
He did, amused, and she keeled over with a gasping scream and bit her hand. She was a tough little bitch, he’d give her that. And if she proved resilient as well, he might just keep her.
His end was coming. Kane backed up, grabbed her by the hair and shoved her down on her knees. He aimed his cock at her eyes and came, shooting cum in a flood over her face and hair. She opened her mouth for it, humiliation and hate still shining in her eyes.
Panting, grinning, Kane hunkered down and put his gaze level with hers. “Did you cum?” he asked.
Her expression became uncertain. She nodded.
“Let me feel.” He extended his hand.
Sue-Eye tensed and slowly parted her thighs. Kane pushed two fingers roughly inside her, invading her, watching her closely as her face fought not to contort. It was a little wet. Just a little.
“You’re a liar,” he said cheerfully, withdrawing his hand. “I quit too soon. And here you are, unfulfilled.”
She waited, her eyes narrow and unsure.
“I’m in a good mood,” he said. “I’ll let you cum. Go on.”
She only sat there, her body taut with expectation of pain, with the gaze she thought was guarded showing all her hostility and doubt.
“Go on,” he said again, and then tipped his head to one side, pretending to consider her. “Or don’t I excite you anymore?”
Her hand rose and slipped between her thighs, lightly rubbing.
“Wider,” he said. “I want to see. I want to smell it.”
She tensed again but obeyed, splaying herself for him so that he could see her folds as she parted them, see the little nub at the high cleft of her as she rolled it beneath her thumb. She stroked slow, then fast, then slow again, her movements playing out without passion, but he could smell her musk growing. Kane smiled as her breath began to coarsen. Her eyes lost their fire and her face began to twist. Her hips made two brittle half-thrusts and she locked up tight, cumming in silence.
Kane pulled her hand away from her cunt and tested her for himself. She was damp, but still not much. He pushed suddenly up to the soft place just beyond her pubic bone and rubbed hard, shocking orgasm out of her in a cry and a clenching rush.
“There,” he said, pulling free of her again. “That’s better.” He held up his hand.
She stared a it for a second, and then leaned forward and licked at his fingers, cleaning him of her oils. Her face was buckled with shame.
“Do you want to come with me when I leave this world?”
She froze, his fingers sunk deep in her mouth. He saw hope in her eyes, but of a despairing kind. She knew his nature. She did not believe him.
He smiled, showing all his teeth. “Yes or no?” he asked. “I won’t even tell you whether or not I’m serious. You tell me. Do you want to come with me when I leave Earth?”
She nodded.
He pulled his fingers from her with a wet pop and wiped them dry on her arm. “Good to know,” he said, and got up and left her there on the bathroom floor with his cum drying in her hair.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Raven was awakened by Kane’s hand on her thigh, shaking her with rough humor. She was only half-covered in a sheet, but she still managed to get bound up in it in her efforts to get out of bed. She struggled, expecting a slap at any moment for taking too long, but Kane was moving away to wake Sue-Eye.
“Are we leaving?” Sue-Eye asked sleepily.
“First, we eat. Then we drive. I want a new car and more money. And no Heat today. Today, I am for Raven.” He half-turned, grinning at her as she finally got her ankle free. “Are you excited?”
She was, actually. And more importantly, it was plain to see that he was excited. She smiled and stood up. “I could take you right now,” she said. “I’ll wait, but I’m not happy about it.”
“I’ll make you plenty happy,” Kane growled, his grin widening. The smile was not entirely pleasant, but there was nothing cruel about it, either. “And you, ichuta’a, ” he said, turning that cheerful eye on Raven’s rival. “Your usefulness to me is ended.”
Sue-eye’s face turned to stone, the very picture of hardened unconcern cloaking her while the slightest uprise of one eyebrow indicated a polite interest. Anyone looking at that face might think the blonde was genuinely oblivious to what could damn well be a very bad thing about to happen. But there was more than just Sue-Eye’s face on display. Raven could see the fine hairs along Sue-Eye’s arms spiking out, could see color sapping itself visibly from her skin. Her nipples stiffened and stood out in bluish peaks; Kane’s eye wandered to watch this, and the smile that Raven could glimpse from this angle broadened.