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The streets hissed at me with rustling leaves and fluttering trash as I left the doorway--a warning to go back inside. I ignored the admonition and eased into the false tranquility of the night. The city appeared deserted, but I expected this past curfew. No human with a functioning brain would venture forth after sunset, but yet, here I am standing in the middle of the sidewalk. Nervous sweat soaked my sports bra, a rank dampness beneath my heaving breasts. I have to do this. My family needs the money and I know how to make a great deal of it, in one night.
To hell with the curfew.
The Elite live in the middle of town though they have spread their tentacles in every direction over the last fifteen years. I need not search long to find one of them interested in my wares as long as I venture forth at night. I still remember how vivacious things were before the Elite came to our city, our bustling metropolis so dependent on the oil companies for our livelihood. No more, our busy town reduced to the city of the dead after nightfall. I jogged toward the center of the city, watching the shadows with trepidation. If I got caught alone at night, the consequences could prove to be fatal ... or worse.
A patrol car! Frantic, I looked around for a place to hide, anything to crouch behind until he passed. Nothing. There, a few buildings down, I spied a deep doorway that would allow me to hide in the shadows. Breaking into a run, I put all my energy toward reaching that arch before the cop made it to this block. I hope he didn't see my wild dash for the small alcove. Crouched in the far back, I folded myself into the smallest size possible and ducked my head inside my shirt,holding my breath in fear.
Our laws are very strict as we as humans, the most numerous race, try to maintain control of our destiny. The Elite may have the bulk of the money, but our laws still stand firm. One of the lucky ones to have a real job, my last boyfriend worked on the police force. Alex told me that anyone caught violating curfew is dealt with severely and thought of as a traitor to their race.
The car rolled past, so very slow that I ran out of air and had to take another breath. My body pumped out sweat as if I stood in the noonday sun in the middle of the desert. The tangy odor filled the air, shimmering there to taunt the predators of the night.
The cruiser stopped.
Gears clunked as the Sheriff put his car into reverse and rolled back to park right outside my little safe zone, which of course, was not really safe at all. I watched him through the thin fabric of my shirt, still not certain that he could see anything in this darkness. The driver's side window down, he leaned his head out and sniffed the air.
"Come on out honey. I can see you there." His deep voice floated to me on a ribbon of authority that wrapped itself around my throat and pulled me to my feet.
He remained seated in the car instead of getting out with handcuffs dangling from his hands, so hope flared in my soul that he would send me home with a simple warning. As I stepped away from the meager cover of the arch, he reached to open his door. Adrenaline exploded in my chest, and I took off, desperation driving the larger muscles to explode into action. Maybe he wouldn't give chase since he would have to turn his car around to do so.
One house, two houses, three darkened homes ... the distance grew ... feet converted into wings, this pigeon had flown. I would get away!
His weight slammed into my back and flattened me on the damp ground. He said nothing as he laid there on me and I couldn't protest since he had knocked the air from my lungs. Arms and legs flailed for freedom, but his solid mass wouldn't budge. He held me as secure with his body as any restraints could manage. Huge powerful hands grasped my wrists and held them to the ground. The warmth of his breath tickled the back of my neck and the heat from his body covered every inch of me.
"So young lady, what're you doing out after curfew?"
His question shocked me. I expected to be arrested and tossed in the back seat of his car. I tried to squirm into a more comfortable position beneath the Sheriff's bulk. He had to know I couldn't answer him with my face pressed into the lawn. I squirmed some more, pressing my knees into the ground and lifting my hips. Something hard poked into the back of my thigh and then he did move, but only to grind that hardness into my flesh and push me back flat onto the ground.
"Stop squirming or I'll be forced to cuff you."
I groaned in response.
"What?" He rose from my back so that I could get my face out of the grass and speak to him.
"Please let me go. We need to stick together, you know."
"Do we?" He clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth and jumped up to flip me over on my back. I saw the handcuffs hanging from his thick belt and couldn't believe the wetness that sight caused between my legs. The extreme good looks of the Sheriff didn't hurt either.
Stunned into silence by my own wanton thoughts, I lay there as calm as possible, watching him as he, in turn, watched me. My eyes drifted to those gleaming handcuffs again. Alex and I had played with his handcuffs many times before he dumped me for a woman with a factory job. The bastard. Apparently love and a great kinky sex life mean nothing in this monetary society. This officer was not Alex though and he had caught me out after curfew.
My stomach twisted into a knot, and then crawled up my throat, choking me.
"You understand that there are rogues out at night, searching for feeders to add to their stables, right? Why do you think we enforce the curfew, Miss?"
I nodded to let him know I understood but my voice seemed to have vanished as I stared into his exquisite face. Dark glasses perched on a hawkish nose and his high cheekbones and powerful chin appeared to be chiseled from milky white marble. He cocked his head as he looked into my eyes and I could almost see him thinking.
"What are you doing out past curfew?" This time when he asked, his words dipped into my brain and pulled the answer out. I tried to push back, using all my mental strength, but too late. He'd already found his answer.
"You're looking for one of the Elite?" His eyebrows drew together like my mission angered him. The breath caught in my throat as he bowed his head, bringing his face mere inches from mine. Glaring at me, he wet his lips with the tip of his tongue and spoke to me in a raspy whisper.
"The Elite also take humans as feeders, foolish woman. Why the hell would you seek those that think of you as merely food?"
Foolish woman? Ha. He had no idea. I had no intention of giving away my secret to this officer, but I couldn't stop myself. "I have something that they want and they want it bad. What I have in my possession can't be found anywhere." My boast dried up in my throat when his lips spread into a smirk. My eyes dropped to his nameplate pinned above the pocket of his uniform. Mironescu.
My filthy mind wandered to my twisted sexual adventures with Alex. I traded Sheriff Mironescu's face for Alex's as he bent over me, snapping handcuffs on my wrists. That was long ago. Hmmm. Maybe this officer would like to play too. I would remember his strange name, his face, and his magnificent, hard body no matter what happened tonight.
He shook his head as I checked out his physical attributes.
"You are a danger to yourself." He reached for those glistening handcuffs.
"What? Hey. No."
Ignoring my exclamations, he slipped the cold metal rings on my wrists, snapping them shut. At least he allowed me to have my hands in front of my body instead of twisted painfully behind my back. His powerful grip on my bicep tightened and with one arm, he lifted me to my feet. The bottle fell from my pocket and hit the ground between us.
Sheriff Mironescu snatched up my liquid gold in a flash of movement that made me dizzy. "Sunscreen?"
He laughed at me. I stomped my foot and curled my lips into a sneer. "The Elite will pay good money for sunscreen and since it is illegal, it can't be found anywhere."
He laughed again and pointed to his badge, watching my face for my reaction. "Illegal you say?" He tapped his shield and reached for my arm, guiding me toward his patrol car.
"You don't understand how much we need the money." I dug in my heels but he scooped me up and carried me as if he had just picked up a docile little kitten. The heat from his body seared into me everywhere he touched. A strange throb in my gut spread like melted butter down to my sex.
"Is this your usual method for arresting a criminal?" Never before had I seen an officer of the law carry anyone in this manner, not even my Alex.
"You are my first." He swung my legs out of his arms and allowed me to stand but kept one hand on the short chain between my cuffed wrists. With an exaggerated sweep of his long fingers, he removed his dark glasses.
I gasped when I saw the glowing golden eyes belonging to a member of the Elite staring down at me with undisguised hunger.
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.
A sly smile lifted the corners of his sensuous mouth and he allowed the tiny fang teeth to rest on his lower lip.
"Yes, you are my first. My very first feeder."
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