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Title: Prey
Author: jake17
Rating: Adult
Coupling: L/Z
Disclaimer: I own nothing Roswell
Summary: Zan sees something that he wants and will stop at nothing to get it.
Chapter 1.
”Damn Larry you could’ve at least called me a cab.”
Thunder clashed loudly above her as lightening flashed across the horizon, just then the sky opened up and it began to pour.
“No, not tonight!”
Holding her purse over her head Liz ran down the street cursing at her boss for keeping her late again.
The light blazer she wore did little to protect her from the sheets of rain that covered her light camisole underneath.
Out of breath she opened the large brass door handle to the restaurant and shook the water off her bag while she searched for her boyfriend in the crowd.
Dark eyes rose from his drink as he watched her from the back of the bar.
Under his breath he hissed as she stood shivering and wet.
She had no idea how sexy she looked.
She had no idea how badly he wanted to take her in the back and fuck her senseless.
But he had to be patient
He knew something so ripe and sweet had to be tasted slowly, savored.
He wanted to relish every inch of her.
No, this could not be rushed.
His fingers gripped his glass as he followed the droplets of water drip seductively from the tips of her black hair onto the silk material that clung to her moist curves.
He swallowed hard as the lace from her bra gradually appeared through her transparent top.
He tried hard to steady his pounding heart as leaned back into the shadows.
He breathed out slowly with the understanding that she in a way was already his.
She had been since the moment he laid eyes on her a month ago.
It was just a look as they passed each other on the street, but it was enough for him.
A momentary connection that made him want to play.
Maybe it was the way her eyes widened and immediately looked down to the ground as if she were nervous or flustered.
Maybe it was her innocence, of how just a look could affect her so much.
This spoke volumes of her experience to him.
Whatever it was that night she became his prey.
The only difference was prey is defined as weak and helpless, and that’s not what he was after.
He wanted her willing, almost begging to be taken.
This was something that was going to take time, patience.
First he had to learn his target.
Lucky for him she was an easy study.
Almost see-through at times, her emotions always lay right on the surface for anyone to see…anyone who was paying attention of course.
She was insecure, clumsy and sweet.
She was also curious and bored.
This he knew for sure.
Beneath that doe eyed naïve expression was a woman waiting to emerge.
But she was too afraid.
Too scared to cross that line.
Maybe she was afraid of who she would become or maybe she was frightened to find out who she already was.
She felt safe inside her little world of nine to five and attentive boyfriends.
But her eyes told a different story. He watched night after night as she gazed out the window, longing for something she couldn’t quite understand.
He noticed how she’d be off in her own little world oblivious to everything around her.
Yes she needed more, craved it in fact.
Make no mistake she would be his prey, but she was no victim.
“Honey, you’re here! I was getting worried.”
The side of his mouth curved upwards as he bit back a sarcastic smile when her boyfriend appeared.
Brad was the manager of the Blue Moon bar and restaurant and clearly a safe choice.
Someone she could bring home to mom and dad.
Brad was someone that would always bring her flowers on the appropriate occasion and open the car door for her.
He had a strong suspicion that Brad was also someone that had never made her come so hard she’d scream either…something Zan was more than capable of doing.
Brad wore his hair slicked back with a stripped button up shirt topped off with suspenders every night.
He wondered if he had a secret obsession with Michael Douglas in the movie Wall Street or if he just liked looking like an ass.
“I’m so sorry I’m late, Larry kept me and I had no choice-
Sighing Brad cut her off and grabbed a towel from the bar.
“There is no need to apologize sweetie, just take this towel and get presentable, my parents are going to love you.”
Taking a sip of his drink Zan whispered “thanks Brad” and threw a twenty on the bar.
He took his time as he walked into the back. His eyes shut briefly as he breathed in her perfume that was still lingering in the air.
Standing against the door that led to the alley outside he could hear her panicking.
“Damn! I look like a drown rat! They are going to hate me!”
Suddenly the door opened and she found herself standing face to face with him.
He could tell she was desperately attempting to stay cool and failing miserably.
They turned sideways together as she tried to get by him causing their bodies to brush against each other in the narrow hall.
In an effort to keep from touching she raised her hands placing them against his chest thinking she could push him away.
Zan smiled inside watching her reaction as he stood motionless.
He cocked his head sideways enjoying how she kept her hands on him longer then necessary.
She was clearly fascinated by his muscular frame that was partly concealed by his black tee shirt.
Yes she like what she felt.
His eyes were fixed on her staring unapologetically.
She was speechless as she looked at his sultry expression. She knew immediately what he wanted, and she knew it was wrong.
So why couldn’t she move.
His eyes fell to her bottom lip that was quivering.
This was more fun than he anticipated.
He wanted to see just how far he could push her.
Flashing his gaze back up to her eyes he brought his thumb up and ran it across her bottom lip.
Her shaky breath almost did him in.
With a deep husky tone that only she could hear he grazed his calloused hands inside the lapel of her blazer.
His touch was like fire burning her skin; startled she stepped backwards and hit the wall.
“Poor little lamb …no where to run.”
“W-What –
“Do you want me to stop?”
Without an answer he assumed he had her permission as he continued to slide his hands down the edges of her jacket barely grazing her breasts.
Moving closer he feathered his lips against her neck till he came to the shell of her ear.
”You need to button this, you would want his parents to see that pretty lace bra you’ve got hidden under your shirt now would you?”
Again she opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out.
“Shh little lamb, we wouldn’t want Brad to see you in this condition…would we?”
Her eyes slid closed as he flicked his thumbs across her nipples stroking them into hard achy points.
As a quiet moan left her lips something snapped inside her.
What the hell was she doing?
Reality hit her hard as her eyes flashed open just in time to see the door to the alley slam shut.
He was gone.
“Liz?”
Shocked by her boyfriend’s voice she reached down and closed her blazer holding it tight against her body.
“Are you alright honey?”
“Dazed Liz nodded as she nervously followed Brad to the table.”
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Turning the corner onto the street outside Zan lit a cigarette and smiled impressed with his restraint.
He went easy on her this time, but his control was weakening.
He needed more.
And he guessed right about now… so did she.
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