Desires Unleashed (10 page)

“No, as a matter of fact the only scent I caught was the scent of the body itself. And that's the thing that bothers me, I couldn’t identify any other scent on the body except for blood. There wasn’t even another scent on the man’s clothes! It was like whoever committed this murder, did this before and they are skilled enough to not leave easy clues. I have no idea of knowing if that scent I caught was from the murderer or just a wolf that was in the area.” Warren seemed bewildered. He was getting a bad feeling about this case, call it intuition. The last thing he wanted was a supernatural serial killer. It was bad enough when a human decided to become the next Fred Bundy. It’s even worse when you have a supernatural psycho on the prowl.

“Take me to the scene of the crime, I want to get a whiff of this scent. I may pick up something you did not,” Xander said as he rose from his chair. Warren rose also and both men headed for the door. Warren opened the door only to find Adrian on the other side, hand poised to knock. Adrian smiled, catching Warren in his embrace kissing him lustfully. Xander smiled, rolled his eyes then walked past the two men. Warren pushed Adrian away, glaring at him. They were breathing heavily. Both of them were remembering the sensation of each other's bodies merging together all too clearly.

“We’re not together anymore, Adrian. Remember?” Warren insisted, as he tried to leave the room. Adrian’s arm blocked his exit, keeping him from leaving.

“No, what I remember is going off to college to teach for a semester and to get my degree. Then coming home to find out that you had joined that fucking government police squad. What the fuck for, I don’t know, but that’s what I remember. As far as I’m concerned, you’re still my lover. Besides, who knows you better than I do?” Adrian smiled his wolfish grin. Then he pushed warren back into the room, closing the door behind him. He pounced on top of Warren, knocking him down and holding his hands down against the carpeted floor. Pressing his hips into the other man's, he slowly started grinding their crotches together.

Warren pressed up and moaned, he could feel himself growing harder under the other man's erection. He closed his eyes and savored the sensation of Adrian's body against his. Adrian's soft lips locked with his in another passionate kiss. He opened his eyes and gazed into Adrian's silver eyes. It was one of the better features he shared with his father. Staring into those eyes always made Warren want to get kinky, fast. Although, getting kinky fast was not what he wanted to do, not now, not with Adrian. He came back to his senses, bucking and pumping under Adrian, trying to throw the other man off.

“Adrian, get off of me now! Don't do this, I broke up with you months ago!” he said, becoming angrier the longer the other man held him down. “Face it, we just can't make it work!”

“I like when you play hard to get. Keep fighting me, I'm almost there,” Adrian panted breathlessly through clenched teeth. Warren stopped fighting long enough to see the pleasure spread across Adrian's face. He realized the other man was enjoying his struggles a little too much. This angered him even more. He wanted Adrian off of him and fast. He continued to struggle, feeling Adrian's hardness grinding against his own. He saw Adrian's mouth open wide, his breath coming faster and faster until it stuck in his throat. He saw Adrian's eyes close, a look of sheer ecstasy wash over his face as his body tensed and jerked several times.

After what seemed like forever, Adrian collapsed on top of Warren, breathless, spent. His grip lessened on Warren's wrists. Warren sat up pushing Adrian off of him onto his side. A huge wet spot stained the front of Adrian's pants. Warren punched him hard in the left arm forcing him to cry out.

“Ow, man, what was that for?!” Adrian asked, laughing as he rubbed the pained spot on his upper biceps. He rose to his knees in front of Warren.

“What was it for?! What was it for?! Do you even have to ask?!” Warren asked, annoyed. “You know what Adrian, sometimes you can be a complete asshole. And you wonder why I broke it off with you,” he said as he looked down to see the wet stain on the front of his own jeans. “Look what you did, you asshole,” he said as he smacked Adrian on the side of his temple.

“OW!” Adrian yelped as he fell back onto his side, laughing. It tickled him to see Warren again. He knew Warren was happy to see him, even if he didn't want to show it. “Oh, don't be this way, Warren. You know you're happy to see me. We belong together. We were meant to be together since day one. Come on, let's go back into my room and fuck for real,” Adrian said as he managed to crawl onto all fours in front of Warren, who just shook his head and rose to leave the study.

“Where are you going?” Adrian asked.

“I'd love to beat the shit out of you right this moment, but your father and I have something important to do. And I know you can't possibly figure out what could be more important than your immediate desires but I have business to take care of,” Warren said as he closed the door to the study. He was relieved to be out of the same room with Adrian. If he had been in that room one minute longer, he may have done a thing or two he would regret in the morning. He was more than happy to drive Xander to the scene of the crime after that little evil trick Adrian just pulled. He met Xander by his car, noticing it was a brand new automobile, one of those two-hundred thousand dollar numbers. He hoped Xander didn't want to drive that to the scene of the crime.

“Please tell me this isn't the car we're taking. We won't get past the city limits!” he said, chuckling to himself. He pictured Xander and himself getting car-jacked. He stopped chuckling when his vision played the reality that Xander would probably kill the would be car-jacker, without the slightest hesitation. He shook his head to clear the thought, smiling at Xander.

“Well, it happens to be my favorite car at the moment. The drive is always smooth, even on some bumpy streets. But, if you insist on us taking a less luxurious form of transportation, then I guess I'll have to settle for the BWMX,” Xander said as he walked toward a silver two door BWMX E52 Z8 Roadster.

Warren laughed outright. “You call this toning down?” He had tears coming from his eyes.

Xander looked at the car, then looked back at his Ashley Martin and smiled. “Yes, I do. Now are you going to stand there laughing like an idiot, or are we going to investigate this crime?” he asked as he opened the car door, climbing inside. Warren nodded and climbed into the passenger seat. He did have to admit, it was lovely to be rich. He knew Xander would provide him with just about anything. But he wanted to earn his own living. He gave directions to Xander as he played with the state-of-the-art sound system. He fished through Xander's CD collection of opera and classical music, frowning.

“Don't you ever listen to anything where the composer's still alive and it's not in French or Italian?” he asked as he placed a CD in the six count CD changer.

Xander smiled. “I'm sorry, I left the Wu Lang CD at home,” he said, cutting the curves in the road as if the car was on rails.

Warren laughed. “Who's Wu Lang?”

“Some rap group that Kevin listens to constantly. He loves this song called
'Big Baby Balls'. “
He held up his right hand to stop Warren from speaking, “Don't ask me. It's by someone from the group called-and get this, Old Fat Bastard. Kids these days, no taste.” Chuckling, they headed toward the city limits.

“Okay, just make a right at the light right here and pull into the alley. Can't miss it. Look for the police tape,” Warren said as he directed Xander toward the crime scene. Xander pulled the car behind a parked black Cobra. A sleek black sports car that Warren had wanted. Getting out of the car, they walked toward the yellow and black police tape plastered between the wall of a bakery and the wall of the travel agency. They walked under the tape and immediately, Xander caught the scent that Warren had smelled earlier. He also smelled the scent of the body that was there earlier as well.

“I smell it also, but this scent,” he inhaled deeply through his nose to get a better whiff, “this scent, I do not recognize.” He walked down the alley to see if the scent left a trail, but it stopped at the end of the liquor store. Xander stopped walking, retracing his steps to Warren. “I don't smell any blood with the scent. It's likely that it might just be a stray wolf. You know, this might be the work of some deranged humanist group.”

“How could a human do all this? You saw the pictures, how could a human do that?” Warren asked. He wasn't so sure about Xander's new take on things, but wasn't quite willing to cast it aside either.

“Simple, but first let's get out of this rancid alley. My senses are picking up scents I'd rather not smell,” Xander said. Warren nodded in agreement, and they headed for the car. They climbed inside and Xander began explaining his theory.

“Think about it. People would love to prove just how dangerous the supernatural race is to them. This could be an elaborate set up. One of these radical groups that consist of morbid humans who have nothing better to do than kill our kind. Well, thanks to the new law, they can't do that so easily anymore. However, that doesn't mean it won't stop them from trying. The government is still in debate over how many bills to add or take away concerning our coexisting with the humans. A murder like this one, done in a such a brutal fashion would not look good for us.” Xander merged the car with traffic on 1-90 heading northbound.

Warren pondered the whole scenario. He had never thought that a radical humanist group would do such a ghastly thing just to make supernaturals look bad. But then the longer he thought about it, the more sense it made.

“Understand, humans have always believed that life has a price. For them, life is expendable. If they thought that doing this sick crime would push vote 287 in their favor, what's one more dead man sacrificed for the cause?” Xander enlightened. Warren nodded. His Alpha may be right.

“It makes perfect sense. Unfortunately, it's going to be a bitch to prove and even harder to convince the government to see that it's possible that a humanist group did this,” Warren said as he settled into the car, wondering how he was going to present this new theory to his partner.

“People always want to think the worst of everything and everyone, Warren. That's what humans do. It makes all their evil seem less evil if there's someone out there they believe is worse than they are. So that they can say 'at least I don't do that.' I've seen it time and time again. All I'm saying is, don't rule out humans and what they'll do for what they believe in,” Xander said as he entered the I-55 expressway heading toward the western suburbs, going back home. He glanced over at Warren and smiled, deciding to lighten the mood.

“I noticed earlier that you and my son got reacquainted, rather...personally. I take it you'll be staying the night...no, no I insist that you stay the night. Go back to work in the morning, but spend the night with us, your family, for a change,” Xander said. Warren had blushed when he realized what the other man meant when he said 'reacquainted'. He had forgotten about the wet spot on his jeans, thanks to Adrian's spent passions. He frowned when he thought about it.

“I'll stay tonight, but not for Adrian,” Warren said. They discussed other topics as they drove on.

CHAPTER
7

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atasha woke up, her eyelids heavy as sleep slipped away from her body. She sat up in bed, holding the sheets close to her chest. She wiped her eyes and looked at the little digital clock on the nightstand beside the bed. The little red numbers were glowing 11:35 P.M.

“Shit!” she exclaimed. As she climbed out of the bed, her foot caught in the sheets, causing her to fall, banging her knee on the floor. All the air left her body and her knee ached. She sat up on the floor to inspect the damage. A small red mark was already appearing on her knee.

“Shit! Great! Just great! This will not interrupt my dancing. Our celebration is on tonight!” she said, pumping herself up for the celebration she wanted to share with her friend. She had to get ready right away or she'd be late. She hated being late.
Especially
since she loathed waiting on anyone else. She took a quick shower, using her favorite body products from
Anisi Bath and Beauty.
Her body felt soft and smooth as she ran her hands over the finished product of her grooming. She smiled, getting more excited about the night's future events as the minutes passed.

She went to her closet to retrieve the outfit she'd bought earlier. She removed the tags, slipped on the white denim halter top and tied the bow behind her neck. She slipped on the matching denim mini that had the audacity to have two splits up the sides. The halter top had been the most daring article of clothing she had worn since her weight loss. She felt a little more confident in wearing the top with the peek-a-boo belly cut. She went to her shoe rack and found her knee length white go-go boots with the three inch heels.

Normally two inches was more than enough height for her taste, but tonight, she was pulling out all the stops.