Rookery Cove: Kidnapping Karisma
Tuesday Morrigan
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Rookery Cove: Kidnapping Karisma
Tuesday Morrigan
Karisma “Kitty” Knowles is the best at what she does, making people feel sexy in their delicates. Still, she’s a little surprised when Rookery Cove Aphrodisiacs offers her a job at their company designing erotic lingerie. It’s the perfect excuse to avoid the four men that make up the Kanakis Pack. The four very different, gorgeous men are convinced she is the final element required to complete their family.
Karisma is surprised and angry to find that the Kanakis Pack has followed her to Rookery Cove. One by one, the men seduce her mind, body, and soul. Things get really crazy when Karisma gets an overdose of the secret aphrodisiac called “Venus” that makes her lingerie oh, so alluring.
Watch Kitty go wild with four very hungry men willing to appease her every wicked desire.
Chapter One
Too Good to Resist
Karisma Knowles stared at the endless array of fabric, yarn, and thread in front of her with unseeing eyes. She was supposed to be whipping up designs for her upcoming fall collection, but all she could think about was the four determined males who wanted to claim her.
As if she would allow four men to… She snorted and grabbed the pile of incredibly soft black corduroy. She eyed it critically and sighed. It would be perfect for one of her trademark corsets that could go from the bedroom to the club.
Karisma paused. Honestly, could she… Karisma shook her head, trying to dispel some of the scalding images of her and the men. Sure, Aleka and his vagabond pack mates were gorgeous, but she had more self-respect than that. Didn’t she?
And what in hell would her grandmother say if she decided to become the fifth member in a previously all male pack? A pack that didn’t include a single faerie? Her grandmother, a faerie queen with a lineage that dated back to the beginning of time, had not been happy when her only son had fallen in love with a human. And then she’d found out that the human was African.
Saying the shit had hit the fan had been an understatement.
But the moment Nana had seen her mother’s swollen belly she’d forgotten all about the differences between her son and his wife. Her only concern had been for her steadily growing family.
And now that Karisma was thirty, her grandmother was hell bent on finding her the man who was going to help her breed the next generation of Knowles.
She stretched and rolled her shoulders. She had been doing that a lot lately. If she didn’t know better she’d think she was coming into her wings. According to her grandmother, half breed faeries came into their wings when they fell deeply in love. Karisma suspected Nana was full of shit and feeding her the human equivalent of a fairytale.
Karisma had never been more stressed in her life. Alekanekelo and his band of mismatched pack mates had given her an ultimatum. She could join the pack on her own or she could find out the hard way that Alphas don’t walk away from their mate.
She paused as she reached for some thread. As if one woman could be the mate for four very different males. And each one of them an Alpha. She snorted as she compared the corduroy to the thread. She needed a perfect match.
Just like Aleka did.
When he’d pushed her against the wall and brushed that hard, unforgiving chiseled body of his across hers and told Karisma that she was the one woman in the world who perfectly matched him, a phoenix, Bailey, a werewolf, Malik, a panther, and Jae, a dragon, she had started to giggle in disbelief. And then she looked over his shoulder and saw the other three men waiting. Waiting for her.
She shook her head. As if.
Joining Aleka’s pack would mean spending the rest of her life on her back. Judging by the sexual magnetism of the men, she’d be dead within a week.
But what a way to go!
She pushed away Naughty Karisma. Trust her to put in her two cents when good Karisma was starting to take hold. The real problem was even normal Karisma wanted Aleka and his pack brothers.
She groaned and dropped her head onto the table. By the gods, she needed therapy.
Or a new toy.
Or a new man.
Or four, Bad Karisma whispered. And what a group. Each of the men of the Kanakis pack on his own was devastating, but together… There was Bailey, an Irish werewolf with the sexiest brogue known to womankind, and then there was Malik, the most luscious African-American man she had had the pleasure of running into. And as if that wasn’t enough she had to contend with Jae, six feet of pure butterscotch who had the ability to turn into the most beautiful golden dragon. Finally, there was Aleka, blond, beautiful, and bold, the ancient Greek phoenix who did not understand the meaning of the word no.
“Oh my gods,” she moaned when the last train of thought brought to the surface her last conversation with Aleka.
Sexy, lecherous bastard. She’d just finished telling him where to shove his “proposal.” She was not about to give up her career to become the fifth member of the Kanakis pack. And according to the big, golden Alpha, she could not have both. Aleka hadn’t taken her rejection well. He’d cornered Karisma, placed one arm beside her head, and leaned low until his lush lips were an inch away from hers. “The day will come, Kitty, when you will beg me and my brothers to please you, when you will ask us to touch you, when you will beg us to kiss your lips, suckle your breasts, lick your cunt, and fuck your tight, wet pussy.”
For one heart pounding moment she had wanted them to do exactly that. She wanted Aleka, Malik, Bailey, and Jae to fuck her like she had never been fucked. Karisma wanted the kind of pleasure only the Kanakis men could give her. Before she’d gotten a word out, her sister had stepped into the room and reality had intruded.
Thank the gods!
She’d worked too hard to get her perfect life, well… perfect. She had a growing lingerie label, a secure bank account, and she had just purchased the loveliest beach house. She wasn’t about to give that up to join the Kanakis pack.
“Kitty?”
She looked up at the sound of her nickname and grimaced. “Damn it, Karla. I’m almost thirty. Could you stop calling me that?”
Karisma’s sister flashed her a smile. “Probably not. I just came to tell you, there’s a handsome man here to see you.”
For just one moment Karisma lost control of her body and froze. Her eyes slammed shut in frustration. “I thought I told you to tell them I’m not here the next time they came.”
“Yes, you did. I have a pretty good memory.” Karisma could hear the laughter in Karla’s voice.
She opened her eyes and
glared at the woman she was supposed to love with all her heart and considered murder. Better yet… “What if I told Nana that you were encouraging four men, none of whom are human or fey?”
It was Karla’s turn to freeze. “You wouldn’t dare!”
“And remind her just how old you’re getting. You’re only three years younger than me, and you’re the wild one. I could let her know that she’s going to have to work harder to find you a mate.”
“Well, Ms. Bitch, I just came here to tell you that there’s a man from Rookery Cove Aphrodisiacs here for you.” With those parting words she turned on her heel and strode out of the back room.
Great! Now I’m going to have to buy my own sister flowers to apologize, she thought as she stood and headed to the front of her boutique. She stopped short when she saw who was waiting for her. Karla hadn’t been lying when she said the guy was handsome.
Dark mahogany skin, large almond eyes, and the most kissable lips she had ever seen. Oh, mama! The fine men were just coming out of the woodwork.
“Hi.” She coughed to clear her suddenly high voice. “How can I help you?”
“My name is Jamie Anderson, from Rookery Cove Aphrodisiacs. I’m in charge of their acquisitions department.”
Karisma found herself thanking the gods for melanin as she felt her face heat up with embarrassment. Her brain had short-circuited the moment she’d set eyes on him. She had totally forgotten what Karla had said.
“Maybe we should talk in here.” She turned and strode back to the sewing room she had just vacated. She could feel his warm molasses brown eyes on her back with every step. Her skin itched and tightened with the knowledge. Or maybe every inch of her body was irritated because she knew exactly why he was there. And Karisma wasn’t sure she could keep pretending she wasn’t interested.
She grinned at him as he took a seat in front of her. “I assume you’re here to convince me to work for Rookery Cove.” He wasn’t the first person from Rookery Cove to try and hire her.
His smile widened. “We’re very interested in your work and very dedicated to getting you to join our team.”
“Okay, Mr. Anderson, what have you got to offer?”
Chapter Two
Special Delivery
Karisma stared at the large room that was her new bedroom. Rookery had provided her with housing as part of their very generous offer. For the next few months she would be living in one of the suites in a hotel the company owned. She dropped her bags by the door and sprinted across the room. Karisma plopped down on the California king size bed, too exhausted to do more than smile.
The last two months had been draining to say the least. Finalizing all her obligations had taken plenty out of her. And then there was all the energy she’d spent trying to avoid the Kanakis men. Thankfully, Karla had stopped trying to “get her laid,” and had started telling her when the men were there.
She had, of course, taken the coward’s way out and hidden when the men got within sniffing distance. Karisma wasn’t foolish enough to think that she’d managed to avoid the men because of her extraordinary abilities. No, she was wise enough to understand that the men were giving her space. It had been three months since she had seen Aleka and his mates. She pushed aside the mournful emotion that rose at that realization. Instead she focused on stripping for her shower.
She groaned at the feel of the hot water on her skin. The journey into Rookery Cove had been hard on both her mind and body. Karisma was more than excited to be there. She’d never been given such an opportunity to spread her wings and grow her business. She smiled to herself as the loofah moved over the full mound of one breast. If only her personal life was going so well.
Last year she’d turned thirty. The great hall that housed her party had been filled to the brim by family and friends. But no man. No significant other. No one to keep her warm from the cold, damning existence of self-imposed spinsterhood. It wasn’t until she looked around and saw that all her friends were in couples that it had hit her.
Karisma was lonely as hell. She’d gone home that night and cried herself to sleep, wishing for a man.
“And you got four,” she choked out in a harsh laugh as her fingers tightened on her nipple. The simple thought of the Kanakis men caused heat to spiral in her gut.
All four of the Kanakis men were lust inspiring. And more often than not she thought of one of them when she masturbated. Their images always brought her to a shattering climax. As always, Karisma let her mind choose the object of her desire without conscious thought.
She closed her eyes and smiled as Jae’s image exploded in her mind.
In her fantasy she wore the full makeup of a geisha and bowed low for the heavily armored man before her.
“I would like to bathe.”
“Yes, Master,” she murmured as she reached out and started to remove the first layer of armor. Long, endless minutes later, he stood nude before Karisma, beautiful body bare to her eyes. She barely stifled the urge to moan as she eyed the long, uncut cock thickening with desire.
Thickening for her.
His gaze flickered to her once before he stepped into the washtub and covered his long body with the lightly perfumed water.
She moved behind Jae and grabbed a small vial of liquid soap. Her fingernails moved across his scalp as she washed his hair. Every movement of her fingers across his skin was mirrored deep inside her sex. She felt every touch, every caress. Hell, she felt every groan.
Her hand moved down her torso to cup her sex as she held on to her wicked daydream. With her eyes tightly closed, Karisma’s fingers threaded through the midnight hairs covering her sheath to glide across the dark pink flesh shielded by the puffy lips of her cunt. The pad of her index finger moved over her clitoris.
Fingers digging deeply into her waist, he pulled her into the gigantic tub with him. Every inch of her was soaked. Her skirts floated around her as water streamed down her face.
She watched, shocked, as Jae reached down and grabbed the edge of one skirt and used it to slowly wipe off the white makeup she wore. Heart beating in her chest, she waited for him to slowly reveal her, leave her bare without any kind of protection.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Karisma slowly lifted her head until her gaze collided with his. Her heart pounded heavily in her ears as she tried to think of an intelligent response. “Thank you.” She lowered her lashes and watched as he reached out and undid the many folds of her dress.
Within moments she found herself totally naked before him. One calloused hand cupped her heavy breast. He plucked and toyed with her nipple, causing heat to streak through her veins, eliciting a groan from her lush mouth. It was always this way with him. The raging desire. The relentless need. A single touch from him brought every dark emotion to the surface and left her quivering for the satisfaction only he could provide.
“Touch me.” She whispered the words as she rocked her hips forward. He answered her almost immediately. It had been too long since their last coupling. Neither of them could wait to join their bodies together as one.
Deft fingers quickly threaded through the short hairs on her mound to caress the swollen bud of desire between her parted thighs. He strummed her clit, murmuring her name as he brushed his finger back and forth across the engorged nub. Heat filled her face with every movement. It spread down her body until every inch of her felt as though it was on fire.
She groaned as her body tightened. “I’m coming. Yes… oh gods, yes. I’m coming,” Karisma moaned as her orgasm tore through her. She pulled her fingers from her still quivering mound and grasped the showerhead. The water had started to grow cold. She quickly cleansed herself and stepped from the shower. Karisma had just wrapped her fluffy green towel around her when someone knocked at her door.
She frowned as she wrapped another towel around her long locks. She padded over to the door, her mind on what she needed to do the following day. “Who is it?”
“Room service.”
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nbsp; She opened the door and froze.
“And here I thought you’d be happy to see me.”
“What are you doing here, Jae?” Karisma sputtered as she took a step back. He flashed Karisma a smile that did dangerous things to her heart rate. “Chasing my mate,” he growled in a deceptively soft voice.
Before she found out about the Kanakis pack, Karisma had gone out with each of the four men on several dates. Separately. At the time she’d thought Venus herself was smiling down on her. Now… well, now she knew better. Apparently they wanted her to get to know them as individuals before she was introduced to the pack.
As a result she’d learned a little bit about each man. Jae was the quietest of the quad and he was slow to burn, but like all dragons, once lit, he had a dangerous temper. He’d never hurt her, physically or mentally. But that didn’t mean she wanted to get him angry.
Karisma shivered. She knew the male was a firm believer in erotic punishment. He’d promised once before to spank her until she begged him to make the burn go away. She couldn’t help wondering if he would make the same promise -- and follow through.
“I’m not your mate,” she spat out as she took another step back.
That devastating smile got wider, deeper, and darker. Something sensual and dangerous settled low in her abdomen.
“Yes. You. Are.” He enunciated every word and punctuated every syllable with a step forward until he was standing right in front of her. The door slammed behind him. Neither of them moved a muscle.
She glared at him. She desired him, had just masturbated to his image, but she wanted him on her terms. And those terms did not include marriage to four men.
“I’m no man’s woman.” She started to turn away when one long-fingered hand grasped her arm and pulled her hard against his chest.
“You’re my woman. You belong to me and my pack.” His cock brushed her belly in a subtle caress.
He was hard.
She was wet.
Damn it!
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