Rookery Cove: Kidnapping Karisma

by Tuesday Morrigan

  Malik shrugged, a deceptive movement that accentuated the broadness of his shoulders. “Most days, but lately… since you took off…” Karisma tried to take a step back, but Malik wouldn’t let her out of his arms. “But that’s not what I want to talk about. I specifically came here to find out how you feel about us, about me?”

  She chewed her lip as she stared up into Malik’s eyes. The inquiry was a question he honestly deserved the answer to. It was also an unfair one. “Do you want the truth?” His eyes lightened to a smoky, but sexy green color. “Yes.” “I’m not sure. I know that separately I feel something strong for you guys, but together… I get confused.” His smile widened. “Then we’ll just have to give you every reason to accept us as individuals and as a group.”

  Karisma turned and found Bailey standing less than five feet away from her and Malik. She parted her lips to speak. He shook his head. She closed her mouth, her words forgotten. He stepped forward and closed the space between them. With each foot he crossed she could feel the temperature in the room rise.

  Or maybe it was just the heat inside of her blood increasing. “Don’t do this to me.” The whispered words drifted from her lips. Bailey’s eyes widened in surprise. “Don’t do what, Kitty?” “Don’t make me fall in love with you… with both of you.” “Would that be so bad?” She gave him a tremulous smile. “Yes, especially if there’s any chance that I’ll be the only one falling in love.”

  “That’s not possible. We’ve already fallen in love with you, Karisma. That’s the reason we’re fighting so hard for you.” Bailey growled the words as his head descended. His soft mouth brushed against hers in a teasing, tempting manner that coaxed Karisma into parting her lips for his thrusting tongue. She moaned Bailey’s name as he deepened the kiss, plunging his tongue deeper into her mouth, tasting and consuming her with every single stroke. His fingers threaded through the dark strands of her hair as Bailey pulled Karisma harder against his sculpted frame.

  She shivered as long, strong fingers caressed her bottom. The full cheeks of her ass seemed to tingle as Malik’s hands coasted up her backside to tease the small of her back. The calloused pads of his digits danced upon the sensitive flesh of her lower back before skirting up her spine to tantalize her nape.

  “Oh gods.” She broke off Bailey’s kiss and turned to press her lips against Malik’s full mouth. Malik’s tongue plunged deep into her mouth as his hands moved to cup her ass. She shuddered when Bailey snaked his hands between their intertwined bodies to cup her breasts. Even though her clothes provided a barrier between their flesh, Karisma felt Bailey’s touch deeply. His fingers toyed with the swollen tips and elicited a moan from the depth of her soul. Fire seemed to snake from her breasts to pool in her abdomen. It was like Bailey had a chain that connected her breasts to her pussy. The muscles of her vaginal passage fluttered with every tug on her nipples.

  And the way Malik tangled his tongue with hers made the butterflies in her belly soar and attempt aerial tricks.

  Karisma broke off Malik’s kiss and took a step back. Her back collided with Bailey’s hard chest. Malik looked down at her, surprise in his eyes. The shock turned to pleasure when Karisma reached out and grasped the edges of his open dress shirt. She pulled the fabric off of his mountainous shoulders.

  “Worried, were you?” she murmured before she lowered her head and pressed her lips against one pec. She felt, rather than heard, Bailey take a step back. She followed him, rolling her hips against the other man’s thighs in a sensual movement that told of the heat thickening between the folds of her sex.

  Karisma was itchy. Needy. She wanted any and all contact she could get with the two men.

  She turned to the left and flicked her tongue against the swollen tip of one flat, brown nipple. Malik reached out and thrust his fingers into the mass of her hair. He held her to his chest and groaned deeply as she continued to tongue him. “Gods, I can’t believe how good that feels.”

  Karisma bit the slick metal nipple ring and tugged it lightly. Malik’s fingers dug so harshly into her hair she winced. He immediately let go. “Damn, I’m sorry.”

  She shook her head as she pulled at the waist of his denims. He almost reluctantly took a step forward, moving closer to her. “I kind of like the pain,” she murmured softly as she worked on the fastenings on his bottoms.

  “You do?” Malik’s voice was gruff, dark, and painfully intoxicating.

  She glanced over her shoulder and caught Bailey’s swirling blue gaze as she knelt to worked Malik’s jeans down his slim hips. “Oh, yeah. Sometimes a little pain can be a good thing.”

  Malik gave her a slow smile that made her belly muscles do back flips and handstands before lifting his head and looking at Bailey. “I told you she was perfect.”

  Karisma stilled at his words and the ardent tone in his voice. “You think so?” she said as she reached out and wrapped her fingers around the stalk of Malik’s long, thick cock. She gave it a tentative squeeze and wrung out a groan that sounded as though it had come from the deepest recesses of the panther’s chest.

  Malik knelt beside her and brushed his soft lips against hers. She immediately opened her mouth for his questing tongue. She could feel Bailey undressing as he stood beside them. After several pleasure-filled moments, Malik broke off the wicked kiss. “I know so, Karisma.” He lifted her hand and placed it around Bailey’s turgid cock. She stared in Malik’s glittering gaze as she curled her fingers around Bailey’s length.

  She inched her way toward the ruddy head of the werewolf’s cock. One drop of pre-cum leaked from the single slit in the plum-sized hood. She hardened her tongue and swiped it over the unseeing eye in his cockhead.

  “That’s it, Kitty girl,” Malik murmured as his hand moved over her torso, teasing the sensitive mounds of her breasts, skimming over the softly rounded curve of her belly before sliding underneath her dress to dip into her panties. His long, blunt fingers rested just above the part in her sex. If he moved just a little lower…

  “You want it deeper, don’t you, Kitty?”

  Karisma lifted her gaze to find Bailey watching her with half-lidded passion-glazed eyes. He’d groaned the words in a tone that spoke volumes. She nodded her head slightly in agreement before taking him deeper into her mouth. Almost immediately Malik gave her what she needed, stroking his fingers past the parted, fleshy lips of her cunt to tease the entrance to her sheath.

  She gasped around Bailey’s length as Malik’s touch made her shiver in pleasure. Although the panther’s fingers had brought her sensual bliss, his touch was not nearly enough. She dipped her head forward and fluttered her tongue against the underside of Bailey’s swollen length as she swallowed more of his cock.

  She felt the slick hardness of Malik’s teeth against her right ear as he delved his fingers deeper into her pussy. He nipped the fleshy lobe and growled into her ear, “You’re learning, Kitty girl.”

  Karisma wasn’t sure whether it was Malik’s more intimate penetration or the erotic implications of his words, but she felt her body rushing toward completion.

  She groaned around Bailey’s cock.

  By the gods, she needed him to touch her clit. Play with it. Tease it. Give her that final push that would allow her to fly.

  Karisma pulled back and wrapped both of her hands around Bailey. She tightened her hold, giving him just enough of the friction needed for his utmost pleasure. Then she flicked her tongue against the slit in his cock in a staccato rhythm that made the werewolf’s breath catch. When the turgid length in her hands started to pulse to the beat of her heart, Karisma switched her tactics, alternating between suckling the head and fluttering her tongue against the sensitive area just beneath the rounded bottom edge of his cockhead.

  Yes! The single word thundered through Karisma’s mind when she felt Malik plunge two fingers deep into her sheath. The downward slope of his fingers forced his hand to brush against her clitoris, teasing the turgid bud into an explosive reaction that seemed to echo
throughout her cunt. It wasn’t an orgasm but the quake had been pretty close.

  She doubled her efforts to bring Bailey pleasure, knowing Malik would do the same for her.

  Karisma felt the rasp of Malik’s teeth on her earlobe again and then he was suckling the flesh as he plunged his fingers in and out of her cunt, making sure to caress her clitoris with every stroke.

  By the gods… by the gods, I’m coming!

  “Harder, Malik. I want to feel her scream around my cock.”

  If anything, Bailey’s words, growled in his distinctive Irish brogue, seemed to spur her orgasm on, forcing it to increase in power until Karisma had no choice but to scream in pleasure around the engorged length of his thick cock as a tsunami of satisfaction washed through her.

  Malik didn’t slow down his pace as Karisma’s release pounded through her. No, instead he increased it and deepened his thrusts, just as Bailey had demanded. Her already intense orgasm doubled in power until Karisma was forced to release Bailey’s cock and sob out her satisfaction. “Goddess… please, no more.”

  The slick sound of flesh moving through flesh cut through the air just as the last waves of Karisma’s orgasm ebbed. She groaned slowly when Malik fully pulled his fingers from her sheath.

  Damp fingers curled around her rounded waist and lifted her from her knees. Reluctantly she stood.

  “You don’t really want us to stop, do you?” Bailey’s words drifted to her a moment before his soft lips pressed against her collarbone.

  Karisma shook her head. “No. No, I don’t want you two to stop.”

  The truth was she never wanted the pleasure to end.

  “Look at me, Kitty.” It took Karisma every ounce of her strength to open her eyes and gaze at Bailey. “I want you to tell me you want this… want us, because once Malik and I start we won’t stop until all three of us are satisfied.”

  Heat rose within her at his scorching words. At the thoughts his statement birthed. She nodded her head jerkily as her previously satisfied body was filled with lust.

  “Say it, Karisma. I need to hear you say the words.”

  Her tongue dragged across the fuller flesh of her bottom lip as she looked into Bailey’s eyes. Everything he was feeling showed in his eyes. He wanted her with a desperation that threatened to tear apart his control. Yet he needed to make sure that Karisma was entirely aware of what she was agreeing to.

  She lifted her gaze slightly and caught sight of Malik standing a few feet behind Bailey. Karisma could feel promising pulses of desire emanating off of his tall, strong form. He wanted her just as badly as Bailey did.

  They were two of the most beautiful men she’d ever stumbled across. And they wanted her, treated her as though she was Aphrodite herself.

  “I want you, Bailey. I want you and Malik.”

  Scooping her into his arms, Bailey flashed her a smile that brought to mind wicked nights between satin sheets. Karisma glanced over her shoulder as he strode through the room. Bailey altered his path just as she spotted the large table she’d specifically ordered for her new job at Rookery. It was wide and long, large enough to accommodate an abundant array of fabric bolts, pattern books, and sewing utilities. It was cleared at the moment.

  The perfect place for a threesome as far as she was concerned.

  Bailey lightly placed her upon the table. She reached for him immediately. He lowered his head and brushed his lips against hers in a slow, almost comforting back and forth rhythm.

  “Now that you got me, don’t play with me,” she whispered before capturing his lips in a hard kiss. Her tongue thrust into his mouth. Bailey met her halfway there. His tongue moved forward to slide over hers. As she kissed him deeply, Karisma ran her hands over the firm muscles of his upper body.

  Down his shoulders.

  Up his arms.

  Across his back.

  She cupped the taut muscles of his perfect ass. He groaned into her mouth. She heard his plea and dug her nails lightly into the sculpted flesh. Bailey jerked and pressed the hard length of his cock against her sheath.

  Karisma shuddered as the mass of her hair was lifted to expose her back. She was suddenly sensually aware of the cool air circulating through the room. “Feeling neglected over here,” Malik whispered against her nape before pressing a kiss to the top of her spine.

  Bailey pulled back, breaking off their kiss. She turned and caught Malik’s gaze. His smile was both mischievous and sexy before he lowered his head and pressed his mouth to hers.

  She turned into his kiss until she was kneeling before him, feasting on the sweet taste of his mouth as though she had never tasted sugar before.

  And the truth was she hadn’t. At least nothing as sweet as the Kanakis men’s kisses. Each male was different, but they had one thing in common: they knew how to drive her right to the edge of pleasure with their kisses.

  Deft hands moved to untie the belt on her button down khaki dress. Bailey quickly undid her buttons. Malik helped her shrug out of the suddenly constrictive material.

  She sighed when the dress fell to the tabletop. Malik tore his lips from Karisma’s with a groan. He leaned his forehead against hers for two seconds. Eyes closed, Karisma smiled to herself as the giant panther tried to gather himself. “You go straight to my head, sweetheart,” he said gruffly. It was as though he knew what she was thinking.

  Bailey’s ardent hands moved over the curve of her ass. She turned and stared at his handsome face. It was chiseled with desire as he stared at her bottom. He slowly lifted his head and looked at her face. Holding her gaze, he pulled her panties down her hips, inch by tantalizing inch until they pooled at her knees.

  “Stand up, sweetheart.”

  She chewed her lip as she did what he’d requested. He removed her panties so that she stood before them wearing only her bra. She started to reach behind her for the straps when Malik shook his head. Coffee brown dreads moved through the thick air. “No, that would be our pleasure.” He held out his hand. She took it and knelt back down on the tabletop.

  She watched the slow lift of his arm as he reached out for her bra strap. He peeled it down her left arm. When his warm fingers brushed against the curve of her full breast she shuddered. She closed her eyes when he slid the second strap down. Her lips parted on a gasp when he reached behind her and unsnapped her bra’s closing.

  “Oh goddess, yes,” Karisma moaned at the first feel of Malik’s hot, wet mouth on her breast. He wrapped his firm lips around the tip and alternated between suckling her nipple and sweeping his tongue back and forth across the turgid bud.

  The table shook slightly as Bailey joined her and Malik. She sighed his name when his body pressed intimately against hers. Karisma turned her head and caught Bailey’s gaze. “Can I have a taste?” he murmured softly. She nodded her head, unable to do anything more. Her eyes closed when Bailey placed a tender kiss to the puckered skin of her areola. Karisma threaded her fingers through both shifters’ hair and held them to her.

  The hot, wet feel of their mouths seemed to echo through the slick folds of her sheath. “Please,” she groaned when she felt she could take no more sensual torture.

  Her body was alive and on fire. Karisma desperately needed them to bank the flames. Almost in unison both removed their mouths from her breasts. Despite her request, she immediately felt bereft. There had been a level of intimacy in their touch that she had not known existed until it was gone. Before she could voice the objection on her tongue, Karisma found herself on her back, legs splayed open.

  She attempted to sit up, but only managed to get on her elbows. Strong determined golden hands pressed at her shoulders. At the same time Bailey lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers. She opened for his wet, agile tongue immediately. Her gasp of pleasure was caught in the cavern of their latched mouths when Malik ran the slightly rough pad of his unique tongue down her drenched slit.

  Malik’s intimate kiss made Karisma very aware of just how wet both men had made her.

 
; Bailey broke off their kiss and lowered his mouth to her throat just as Malik drifted south. She felt his tongue swipe around the entrance to her sex. Her legs jerked at the decadent wet feel of his mouth.

  Spasms seemed to start deep in her gut before snaking south to fill in her sex. She closed her eyes and clenched her fingers in Bailey’s hair. He grunted his appreciation and moved his head just a little lower. Karisma groaned his name at the wicked feel of his sweet, moist mouth over her nipple.

  Fingers tightened on her other nipple. Bailey plucked and tweaked the swollen, sensitive bud as he suckled her. Feral fire filled her limbs. What she’d felt earlier at their touch didn’t even begin to compare to the pleasurable emotions running through her at that moment.

  She felt like she’d been waiting for an honest release since Jae had touched her. She’d brought herself to several orgasms in that time, but none of them had done more than quiet her body for a few hours. No, she was craving the touch of a man, but not any man would do.

  She needed Bailey. She needed Malik.

  The day Karisma spent in Jae’s arms had not been that long ago, but her body felt every hour, every minute, and every second. Karisma felt as though she had been waiting years to come for the Kanakis men.

  “Fuck!” she grunted as her legs jerked against Malik. He was licking her ardently, like she was a lollipop he couldn’t get enough of. It was a heady experience that left Karisma no choice but to fall under the sensual spell he’d woven.

  “Oh, goddess. Yes!” she screamed as her vaginal muscles tightened in orgasmic pleasure. She shuddered beneath both men, feeling her orgasm grow in depth and intensity as Malik continued to lick her. Bailey’s suckling became more vigorous, as he pulled more of her heavy, aching orb into the wet, hot cavern of his mouth. And just when Karisma thought she couldn’t take any more she exploded. Her already intense orgasm went from building momentum to exploding like the Fourth of July fireworks.

  “No more. No more,” she sobbed as she shivered through Malik’s oral lovemaking.