19 Ivy Lane
Episode 6 by Caroline Lee
When Ecko—her servant, her master—suddenly stiffened against her and sucked in a surprised breath, the creature calling herself Eloisa Sinclair pushed him away to see what had caught his attention. There, half-reclined on the floor where she’d left him rubbing the back of his head ruefully, was the mail carrier, Mr. Burnham. She’d quite forgotten about him, despite being more than satisfied to fill herself with him before Ecko had finally arrived.
Oh, she’d watched him, watching her. Knew what it was that he wanted. Considered giving it to him, time and again, in the months she’d lived at 19 Ivy Lane. She’d even visited him in his dreams, giving him what he wanted and taking what she’d needed… and it had satisfied her, for a while.
But it was like watered wine to an addict, and she needed so much more. She needed a real feeding and had known it since the euphoria from her binge in California had worn off ,and she’d found herself renting a quaint little cottage here in the middle of nowhere. She needed to feed, to drain a man of everything that could be considered him and fill this empty hollow inside herself. That’s when she started to send for Ecko, because she hadn’t wanted to do that to Victor. From that first moment they’d met there at her mailbox, and she’d seen the kindness and genuine caring in his warm brown eyes, she’d been fighting the hunger that demanded she take all of him.
He didn’t deserve it. And she’d had other options. Those ‘gentlemen’ from earlier had been a few of them; degenerate lechers who’d happily submitted to her for a chance just to sit at her table and eat her baking. She’d been making do with them for months now, but they left her feeling empty and unfulfilled. She needed a real man, and Ecko Bane was the only one who could fill her again and again.
For centuries, he’d been the only one who could give her everything that she needed.
But again, Ecko wasn’t there when she needed him most. Victor slowly sat up, still wincing at the fall he’d taken earlier and the images she’d showed him after. He was staring at her, legs spread on the counter, spilling out of the dress Ecko had managed to pull halfway off of her before he disappeared. She was panting with the desire he’d awoken in her, and she watched Victor’s eyes darken in response. Oh yes, she was an expert at arousing men, and Victor, for all of his politeness, wanted her badly.
And Ecko had disappeared. Sometimes he just didn’t want to be seen, the same way she could make sure Victor hadn’t seen those other men. And while she suspected Ecko was still in the room—could feel his longing and frustrated eyes on her—he just didn’t want to be seen right now.
Well, to Hell with him.
To Hell with them both.
She needed a man right now, and Ecko wasn’t here to fulfill his end of the bargain.
Victor would have to be sacrificed, after all.
She slipped off the counter, feeling her warmth and wetness and knowing that she was ready for him. Ecko had made her ready, and her sin was his as well.
She straightened and slowly finished removing the prim blue dress she’d thrown on earlier, reveling in the way Victor’s hungry eyes followed her every move. By the time she stood there proudly in just the ridiculous little black lace concoction, his eyes had glazed and his breathing had quickened, and she knew that he was hers. Would be hers forever.
“Ms… Ms. Sinclair? What are you…?” She smiled, enjoying that perfect moment just before the hunt ended. If he were strong enough to still form coherent thoughts, he’d be a prize to savor. Victor would fill the void Ecko had opened, and she was past feeling guilty.
She slithered across the kitchen towards the delicious man, and exulting at the way his eyes followed her tongue, flicking across her full lips. He struggled to stand, but she pushed him down again, lowering herself to straddle him, running her hands across the thick shoulders normally hidden by his uniform and feeling his firmness under her thighs.
Oh yes, he was a prize.
“Shhhhh.” She halted his questions with a kiss and when he responded, she broke away. It was vital that he need her just as much as she needed him. “You’ve been dreaming of this.”
“How… how did you know?” He took a deep breath, fighting her lure, and she squeezed herself tighter around him. He groaned, and his head fell back, baring the long column of his throat to her lips. She smiled, knowing Ecko was watching, as he’d watched so many times before.
“Victor Burnham, I’m about to make all of your dreams come true.”
And for a while, at least, she did.