Tainted Love

Welcome to the Jungle

His keys jangled sharp in the echoing quiet of the hall, most the Firm’s human employees having left hours ago. Still not secure in his position, he was a familiar sight there after hours, wanting needing to be the best. Hell, just the expression on Lilah’s face each time he smoothly one-upped her made the long hours more than worth it.

That and the rush of matching his wits with older, more seasoned lawyers and coming out on top, the stomach rolling, dipping feel not unlike buckling yourself into a rollercoaster car. Cocky enough to pit your flesh and blood body against gravity and tons of metal and wood, feeling invincible each time you made it out without a scratch.

That rush was a deciding factor in him having chosen law school, now more finely honed from not only doing battle in the courtroom but walking a fine line between life or death. Losers weren’t tolerated, not here, and if you weren’t the best of the best, you were nothing more than space wasted.

And if you were lucky, it was a bullet between the eyes that showed you how little they tolerated a waste of time and space.

Feeling a tingle whisper up his spine, reminiscent of that very feeling of icey danger, as he walked through the door to his office, Lindsey purposely didn’t glance around. Savored the fluttering low in his belly as his dropped his keys on a small table and jerked at his tie, shrugging out of his suit jacket as he calmly walked towards his desk.

It wouldn’t have surprised him to find Angel there, after their brief meeting earlier in the day, but the challenging smirk that met his arched brow was wholly feminine. She wasn’t a surprise, either, her presence having done nothing if not send chills down his spine ever since Lilah had escorted her into his office.

“Miss Lehane. Did I forget an appointment?” Voice cool, controlled, not showing the upward hitch in his pulse at the threat she presented, knowing she could kill him with one finger and not show an ounce of remorse. Practice makes perfect and fuck knows he had been in plenty of those situations.

The smile on her red painted lips didn’t falter even a moment, though she rolled her eyes towards the ceiling as she said, “You know you didn’t. Just thought I’d.. drop by. Felt a little restless.” He was unable to stop his eyes from following her hand as she slid her fingertips along the hollow of her neck, sliding it down over the tight, thin red shirt, between her full breasts. The word ‘restless’ heavy on her tongue and richly laden with an innuendo that he couldn’t shake.

Swallowing, even as he kept his cool façade, he jerked his head and motioned her up from his chair, feeling a small bit of the tension ease as he dropped down into it and back into the pretense of the position of power. They both knew who really held it.

Faith propped her hip on the corner of his desk as she watched him through slightly narrowed eyes, feeling the buzz of energy sliding up and down her spine, making her drum her nails edgily on the lacquered surface. Anticipation and adrenaline thrumming through her veins, she didn’t have the patience to coax him out of his cold shell, but she’d give it one last shot before resorting to more.. drastic measures.

She needed this, before she went up against Angel again. Needed to feel alive and in charge, instead of lost and alone, scared.

Needed to recharge, so to speak.

Wriggling up onto the edge of his desk, she slightly spread her thighs, trailing the toe of her boot up the backside of his calf, watching him twitch before tilting his head to regard her, cool blue eyes measuring. He wanted her, which was no shocker in her mind; her body was one of her greatest tools, after all. But he was fighting it, which was unusual and made her estimation of the hot little lawyer go up a few notches.

Most didn’t fight what they considered they could have, deserved. Most couldn’t stay clearheaded long enough to consider the cost.

But this was a man who knew for damn sure that nothing came free. She’d just have to convince him that this was all she wanted, was what she needed from him.

“Come on, lawyer boy, I’m a client sorta, aren’t I? Aren’t you supposed to.. anticipate my needs?” she murmured, sliding her nails down past the loosened tie, skimming over the buttons on his shirt.

Quickly snagging her hand and holding it imprisoned to his chest, he narrowed his eyes and searched her face. Seeing the manic gleam in her eyes, he felt a slight prick in his chest, knowing that they had helped to add to it. But she’d wandered into their territory on her own and she was a big girl.

“More like an employee,” he bit out finally, as she let him hold her wrist immobile, even as they both knew she could snap his own with a twist of hers.

Instead of pulling back, she simply followed with the rest of her body, sliding down off of his desk and into his lap in one smooth movement. His breath caught a moment, grip easing on her wrist and she took advantage of the hesitation to twine both arms behind his head, murmuring huskily against his lips, “Think of it as a perk, then. I don’t usually fuck men prettier than I am.. but for you?”

Lips hot and tongue slick, sliding rough between his own as she pressed closer, hips squirming and nestling into his, her thighs gripping tight on the outside of his own. Unable to push down the burn, sparking in the soles of his feet and flickering hot up his body, settling low in his groin with a throbbing pulse that echoed out in the raw groan that escaped his throat and vibrated against her lips.

Her tongue stroked and teased over his, her sharp teeth biting at his lips as she rolled her hips slowly, a scalding, aching rub over the front of his slacks, hardening flesh against soft heat that he could feel even through their clothes. Press and rub, slow twist, driving him mad even as he hissed against her mouth from the sharp pain of her nails suddenly digging into the back of his neck.

Growl coming from his chest at the challenging sparkle in her eyes as she pulled back slightly, his hands coming down to grip at her hips, palms shifting to slide around and cup her ass. The growl that came from her throat to match his own carried a soft purr, skittering along his nerve endings and causing his fingers to clench on the soft flesh, dragging her closer as his hips rose to meet her, twin moans melting together into the air between their lips.

Giving in, one of his hands slid around, fingertips stroking over the strip of hot silken skin between the hem of her shirt and the waist of her tight pants, edging them up under the tight fabric to drag his palm up to a soft breast. A husky laugh coming from her throat, back arching to press into his hand as she slid the tip of her tongue along the sensitive inner flesh of his bottom lip, gasping softly, “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”

Kneading rough until he felt the hard pebbling of her nipple against his palm, stretching the already too tight fabric of her shirt as he moved his hand back so he could slide his fingers under the rough lace of her bra. Fingers rasping over the peaked nub until her hips rocked restless against his, then pinching and rolling it between them, meeting every subsequent buck of her body with his own. His cock ached and throbbed under her, every slow grinding motion drawing more blood from the rest of his body, leaving him gasping and light-headed.

He gave her nipple one last pinch before dropping his hand down, tugging roughly at the front of her pants as she tortured him further by skimming her teeth and tongue along the edge of his jaw, nipping and laving down to the point where his pulse throbbed heavy in his neck and sucking hard. Moaning low and tilting his head back, he finally got her pants unzipped and wriggled his hand down between them, slipping questing fingertips under a thin shield of silk already hotly damp, through soft curls to even hotter flesh.

She bucked up against his hand and the rough, needy sounds she made reverberated through him, making him curse and yank his hand back, ignoring her broken whine to grip her hard by the hips and lift her off him and back onto the desk. Swaying uncertainly, a scowl formed between her dark brows as she parted her lips to speak, but he stood quickly, dipping his head to recapture them and delve his tongue deep, groaning at the dark, spiced taste of her.

Pulling back again, he panted against her lips, “I don’t have anything in here,” and she grinned, nipping at his mouth. “How did I know you weren’t a Boy Scout?” as she slid a hand into one of her pockets and flashed the foil packet at him with a smug look.

The dark look he aimed at her certainty that he would do as she wished did nothing to ease the smirk on her face and he rolled his eyes, holding out his hand for it. Dropping it onto the desk beside her, he stepped back and quickly flipped her around, pressing against her back and pushing her taut belly into the edge as he fisted a hand into her hair, moving it off her nape as his lips and teeth attacked the soft, smooth skin there. Faith writhed under him, feral and wild, under the illusion of his control.

Free hand skimming down her pants, tugging and leaving her half bare underneath his body as they tangled around her ankles, Faith spreading her thighs and rubbing back against him as he fought hard for breath. “Fuck, you’re eager for it, aren’t you?” growled out against her neck, hand sliding around to drag the pad of his thumb hard over her clit, making her twist and shudder even as she cursed him and told him to get the hell on with it.

Keeping up the firm, tight circles with his thumb as he released her hair to work at the fly of his slacks, hand shaking slightly at the harsh whimpering sounds coming from her as she writhed against his hand. Ripping open the condom with his teeth and sliding it down over his throbbing flesh, hissing low as it stokes the fire even higher.

Dipping his hips to rub the head of his cock against her, a slight push pull that she tries to follow, moaning in heated frustration until he couldn’t stand the teasing any longer and drove forward, grinning slightly through clenched teeth as he watched her head jerk forward, glancing sharp on the surface of the desk. His eyes almost rolled back when she retaliated with a sharp squeezing of inner muscles, hips grinding fiercely back against him and then the battle was on.

Harsh, rough sounds filled the room, growls and curses, gasps and moans, a snarl as he dug his teeth into the back of her neck when she wrapped an arm awkwardly around his side and raked her nails down it, burning even through his shirt. One of his hands holding her hip to keep her pinned face down on the desk as his other was still snaked around under the edge, fingers stroking and twisting, pinching mercilessly at her clit and riding out her bucks and twists.

Hips driving forward, snapping against her ass as the muscles in his thighs flexed, climbing higher as the burn flared and ached through his body, teeth leaving dark, raw imprints up and down her nape that would be hidden later under the dark fall of her sleek hair, secret messages she would feel with every movement of her head until slayer strength kicked in and would heal the bruises over. Even though he knew the thought would madden him later, making him want to haul her to him and bend her over whatever was handy simply to do it all over again.

Her hand ripping and clawing as his hips pounded harder, faster, feeling the seams on his shirt rip and blood well as one of her nails caught on his skin, her other clenched tightly on the side of the desk, wordless cries and heavy moans muffled against it. His own ragged moans becoming harsher, catching in his throat as he could feel the hot prickle starting in his feet, toes curling hard in expensive shoes, racing up his spine and tingling in his balls, drawing them up tight as his movements become frantic, out of rythym. Thumbing rough between her legs, feeling her clit throb and pulse and feeling the shivers wracking her body with every drag over it, rough whispers coaxing against her sweat salted neck until they’re both twisting and gasping in air, breath hitching loud in the otherwise silent room.

He released her hip to drive his hand back into her hair, yanking her head back and twisting it around so he could snarl out his pleasure into her mouth, catching her own escalating cries of completion as their bodies shuddered with it, red haze in his vision and white noise buzzing in his ears. Still drawing in panting gasps as he eased out of her and knotted the condom, tossing it into his trash and slumping back into his chair. He admired the arch of her spine and the marks along her back for the second before she twisted and faced him, blowing him a kiss and sliding her pants and panties back up before walking towards the door on enviously steady legs.

Cocking an eyebrow, he tried to calm his breathing as he rasped out, “Leaving so soon?” but from the smug look reappearing on her entirely too pretty face as she turned back, he didn’t do too well of a job.

She winked at him before sauntering out, calling back, “Got a watcher to kipnap and a vampire to piss off. That’s what you’re paying me for, right?”

The slam of the door echoed long after she was gone, his voice quiet and thoughtful in the silent room.

“Yeah. Right.”