With one long, flickering lick, Malik lifted his head from between her thighs. She took in big gulps of air as she tried to find her balance. But the act didn’t seem worth the effort, especially since Bailey had yet to release her breast. She started to sigh in relief when her nipple met cool air. Her groan cut through the pungent, sex-scented atmosphere when he moved farther to the right and captured her other nipple.
“We’re not done with you yet, Karisma.”
Slumberous eyes lifted to find Malik looming over them. She held his gaze for a moment and bit her lips. He looked very much the panther intent on claiming his prize.
Intent on claiming her.
“Any protests?”
Bailey freed her nipple with a soft pop. Both men stared at her with a mixture of anticipation and anxiousness on their faces. Karisma found she could not disappoint them. She could not disappoint herself.
“No. I meant what I said. I want you both.”
“Thank the gods,” Malik said with a groan and placed the plum-shaped head of his cock against her sheath. He stared into her eyes as he slowly pressed his way forward. She gasped when he was fully embedded deep inside of her and closed her eyes to savor the feeling of completeness. For a moment the constant ache that had surfaced when Karisma first met Aleka disappeared. Until the phoenix appeared she had not realized she was missing something in her life. But then, as Malik filled her to the brim, she felt like she’d found that missing element.
She lifted her hips and elicited a groan from Malik. “Make love to me,” she whispered to Malik even as she turned to Bailey. The werewolf knelt beside her head, heavy cock bobbing in the air. She wrapped her fingers around his length and placed a hard kiss to his cockhead. He jerked in her grasp just as Malik withdrew from her sheath. Karisma looked up and stared into Bailey’s eyes as she wrapped her lips around him. Malik thrust into her full of power and passion. She moaned her pleasure. The sound seemed to echo through her womb as it vibrated around Bailey’s pulsing cock.
Karisma opened her mouth wider and took him deeper down her throat as she marveled at the feeling of Malik plunging deep into her pussy.
Oh… fuck… She closed her eyes, focused on Bailey’s cock and breathing through her mouth as pleasure pounded through her cunt. She was coming and she was coming hard.
Yes. Yes. Oh, fuck yes! She pulled Bailey from her lips, looked down her torso and held Malik’s gaze as he plundered her pussy.
“That’s it, Kitty. Come for me. Keep… coming… for… me.”
She rocked her hips back and forth, meeting Malik thrust for thrust. The wicked sound of sex and desire filled the air as they rocked back and forth, desperately trying to reach that point of ultimate physical satisfaction.
Realizing she was ignoring one of her lovers, Karisma began vigorously palming Bailey from root to tip. He reached down and plucked her nipple. She groaned and further constricted her fingers around the werewolf. Hearing the implicit plea in her actions, Bailey started tweaking her nipple more earnestly. Every touch of his fingers around her nipple sent red-hot coals of desire through her sheath. Never before had she had a lover pay so much attention to her breasts. Karisma quickly discovered she loved the attention.
Her nipples were almost painfully sensitive. Her cunt was tender. Together they meant she was seconds from reaching her release. And then just when she had started to despair that it was too elusive, Karisma’s orgasm tore through her. The sound of a woman’s scream sliced through the pungent air as her body bowed. Instinctively, she tightened her hand round Bailey’s cock as her cunt broke out in spasms around Malik.
“Oh, Hades,” Karisma groaned when she caught her breath. Talk about explosive.
Another curse drifted from her swollen lips when Malik slipped from her. She immediately felt bereft.
She started to lean up on her elbows when she felt Bailey moving behind her. He came to kneel beside Malik. The panther leaned forward and placed a soft kiss against Bailey’s lips. It was a lover’s tender kiss of comfort. She smiled, enjoying the glimpse into their private world.
She was moving toward them before she knew it. Her arms wrapped around both men’s broad shoulders, bringing them closer to her. They turned as one to her. They glanced at one another and then Bailey pressed his lips against hers. The passion that had just been satisfied came back to life, maybe even hungrier than before. She closed her eyes as his mouth moved over hers, teasing, tempting, and pleasing her with every thrust. But before she could truly delve into the kiss, Bailey broke it off. Karisma opened her eyes and found Malik watching her with heated green eyes. “Gods, you’re gorgeous,” he growled before lowered his head and capturing her lips. His tongue stroked into her mouth with intent and conquered whatever resistance she might have felt. She moaned and leaned into Malik’s demanding kiss as his tongue plundered her mouth.
Her hands lifted and her fingers tightened in the silky strands of his dreaded hair. The unique feel of his hair running through her fingers made his kiss feel all the more intimate, made it all the more devastating. Somewhere along the way the kiss began to affect Malik as deeply as it touched her. His incisors descended and her tongue stroked over the sharp points. Unable to keep her curiosity and need at bay, Karisma teased and tongued them. One pricked her and their kiss was colored by the distinctive coppery flavor of blood. More than anything, this elicited renewed passion for Malik. His fingers drifted down her back, torturing the nerve endings of her spine before they reached her ass. He lifted her and rubbed the already hardened length of his cock against her slick folds. “I’m coming back for seconds,” he groaned against her lips before placing her back onto the table.
Karisma blinked at his actions. She was swimming in a vast pool of liquid desire and he’d left her to tread the water alone. But not for long. She smiled when Bailey stepped between her thighs, taking up the space Malik had vacated. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited for this moment,” he groaned before moving his lips across hers.
She understood the feeling. Bailey was the first of the Kanakis men she’d started dating. They’d met over a year ago, but hadn’t crossed that friendship line for several months. And when they had, the sensual connection had been immediate. But they’d decided to take things slow. It had made sense at the time because she was fresh out of a bad relationship. And then she’d met Jae. She hadn’t wanted to sleep with Bailey when she was starting to feel things for Jae.
She knew now that the months she’d spent falling for each and all of the Kanakis men only made her hunger burn more brightly, more deeply. “I feel like I’ve been waiting forever too.”
Bailey broke off their wicked kiss to flash Karisma a slow, heated smile. “Then I suggest we make it worth the wait. Right, Kitty?”
She nodded her head even as she opened her thighs wider. Bailey held his cock in his hand for a moment, palming it as he stared at her pussy. “Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he growled before placing his cock at the entrance to her sheath. She wiggled her hips and gasped his name when he thrust deep into her.
“By Hera,” Karisma moaned.
For a moment neither of them did a thing but breathe in the other’s presence. And then he withdrew. Bailey surged forward. Her moans turned to a dark cry and her nails raked down his back. She was hot, sticky, and full of heat. Her skin felt too tight and her body felt as though it was all nerves. And every nerve ending was focused on Bailey.
“Fuck me.”
He grinned. “Sweetheart, I plan to.”
She turned her head and caught Malik’s gaze. He stood beside Bailey. He slowly lowered his dark head and captured her lips. Karisma groaned into Malik’s kiss as Bailey slid out of her. Her every gasp, her every scream was captured by Malik’s lips as Bailey thrust in and out of her cunt in a steady rhythm that left her needing more.
“That’s it, Kitty. Come on… come for me.”
Her nails dug into the tense, slick skin of Bailey’s shoulders and broke through. Her le
gs started to jerk as her cunt began to spasm around Bailey’s cock.
She tore her lips away from Malik’s. She was coming and she was coming hard.
“By the gods… by the gods… By… The… GODS!” she screamed as her body exploded. Karisma stared into Bailey’s bright eyes as pleasure like she’d never experienced tore through her body. She was gasping for breath, trying to find some kind of grounding but all she felt was endless satisfaction. After what felt like an eternity of aftershocks, her pleasure ebbed and her contractions stopped.
“Oh, yeah!” Bailey said before plunging back into her. She turned to look into Malik’s eyes but he was staring at Bailey. Almost in slow motion Bailey turned to Malik. She watched, wide-eyed, chest heaving from exertion, as they slowly moved toward one another. Full lips met a lush mouth. Tongues tangled and Bailey slammed into her. Her right thigh slid between both men as Bailey plunged into her repeatedly.
“Fuck me,” she grunted as the new contractions tightened her sheath.
“Yes… yes… yes,” Bailey whispered against Malik’s lips as he jerked against her.
“By Zeus,” she moaned as she threw her head back. Her sex tightened at the feel of Bailey’s release.
After she’d caught her breath, Karisma opened her eyes to find both men watching her with lust-darkened eyes. Bailey leaned forward and smiled. “We always knew you were special, Karisma,” he whispered before brushing his lips across hers, in a soft, tender kiss. He pulled back as Malik moved forward. He kissed her slowly, tangling his tongue with hers for a breathless moment. “Thank you, Kitty… for loving us.”
Chapter Seven
Roses
“What are you doing here?”
Aleka felt his lips turn down in a frown at the hard tone to Karisma’s voice. He had been expecting a warmer greeting. He mentally growled. He should have known better than to predict Karisma’s actions. The female faerie reminded him all too well of Las Vegas. Not only was she unpredictable, but everything always ended up in her favor. Where Karisma was concerned, the house definitely always won.
He highly suspected it was because she held all the cards in their relationship. He and his three pack mates were dependent upon her for their happiness. If she told them to take a hike, they were doomed. The knowledge did not put him in a good mood. “For some reason I thought you would be pleased to see me. Imagine that.”
She chewed her luscious full bottom lip. “I’m… sorry. I shouldn’t be taking my frustration out on you,” she groaned before flopping down at her large drawing desk. “I’ve been at these designs all day long.” She pointed to a crumpled pile of brightly streaked sheets of paper.
“Uh huh. I take it the designs are not coming out the way you imagined them in your mind.”
She ran her fingers through her hair. “It’s like my mind and hands are not connected. I can’t seem to get the picture here out there.” She pointed to her forehead before slumping back on the table.
“Maybe you just need to… talk things through. Sometimes when Malik and I are designing we talk out our frustrations and suddenly figure out what was off and correct it.”
She slowly lifted her hair and looked at him from the mass of curls. “You want me to talk through my designs with you?”
“I want to be part of every inch of your life, Karisma. I’d be willing to settle for talking about your designs.”
Her eyes widened and Aleka got the distinct impression that he’d just shocked the hell out of her. “I don’t get you.”
He smiled. “I don’t understand why. I’m not a difficult man.”
She snorted and stood up. He watched her long legs as she walked down the length of the table to the small stack of discarded drawings. He couldn’t help imagining them wrapped around his waist as he thrust into her tight sheath.
“Let me get this straight. You don’t want your mate to work, but you want to talk me through my designs for my latest collection.”
His gaze snapped up at the cold tone to her words. Whereas Karisma had been irritated when she’d walked in to find Aleka standing in her work room, now she was livid. Every man knew that tone of voice and he didn’t know what he’d done to garner that response.
“What is wrong with you?”
She unwrinkled one sheet. “You are what’s wrong with me. You keep sending me mixed messages and then wonder why I’m confused.”
He peered at her curiously. “Are you feeling… well?”
She dropped the sheet and placed her hands on her hips. “Oh, so I have to be sick to question you?”
Shit! What had he said to get the-hands-on-the-hips move? “That’s not what I was saying.” He’d really been trying to figure out if Karisma was on her period. She was acting…
“Well…?”
“Forget about it.”
“Oh no! Now, I want to talk about this.”
“Well, I don’t want to talk about this.”
“Why? Because it matters to me?” “Kitty…” “It’s Karisma. Don’t call me that.” She glared at him. “If we were to get mated, and that’s a big assumption, what would you expect from me?”
He stilled. She’d never actually talked about them mating. Once Karisma had found out about his pack mates, she’d simply denied the presence of any attraction on her part.
But now… “You’d pledge your allegiance and affection to us and we would do the same to you. We’d be, for lack of a better word, soul mates for life.” “And in your world do soul mates have jobs?” “What do you mean? All four of us work.” “Funny, and here I thought there would be five people in this new mated pack.” “You don’t need to work, Karisma. We’d be able to support you.” Her glare hardened. And he knew he’d said the wrong thing, but for the life of him, Aleka couldn’t figure out what he’d said that angered her. “I don’t need you to support me. I’m a grown-ass faerie. I can take care of myself.” “Karisma?” he said cautiously. Aleka could feel a storm brewing and he had no idea how to stave it off. “Oh, shut up. I know a relationship isn’t all roses, but you’re taking this too far, Aleka.” She gathered up the pile of papers and held them against her chest. “What… are… you… talking… about?” “With you I feel there is no compromise. You need to have your way and I can’t live that way. My career means a lot to me.” “More than us?” She gave him a tight smile. “You just don’t get it. I shouldn’t have to choose. Just because I have a business, a career, doesn’t mean I can’t be your mate, can’t be your wife.”
“There are four of us in the pack. Four males. A relationship with us is going to take a lot of time and energy…”
“So much energy that my company is going to have to not only take a backseat, but cease to exist? Are you and Malik going to stop designing furniture? Is Bailey going to stop designing websites and will Jae stop being an architect if we get together?”
“Damn it! Kitty, you’re not being reasonable.”
“Aren’t I? There are plenty of women who are mated with jobs.”
“How many of them come home to four men, four different Alphas with the sexual appetites to match?”
If anything her glare got darker at his words, but he couldn’t help remembering the last woman who’d thought she could handle a pack and maintain her independence. The personal obligations she refused to let go of and the pack’s lust had left her broken and beaten down inside. He refused to let Karisma become that person.
He refused to let that dark light enter her beautiful eyes. “Trust me when I say you can’t have both, Karisma.”
She stilled. “Are you giving me an ultimatum?”
“You don’t understand --”
“It’s a simple question, Aleka. Are you giving me an ultimatum, yes or no?”
He glared at her. She was making this harder than it had to be, making it seem as though what he was asking for was beyond unreasonable. “Is it too much to ask for a mate who will be there when we need her, one who isn’t overworked?”
She gave him
a cold smile. “No, it’s not too much to ask for. Too bad that mate won’t be me, Aleka.”
Chapter Eight
Dangerous Wicked Things
“Kitty?”
She jumped at the soft, but gruff sound of Malik’s voice. She forgot about what she was holding and dropped the small container. It fell to the floor with a distinctive metal clatter. A cloud of pale pink followed in its wake as the powder in the container burst into the air. Karisma automatically gasped and sucked in air full of it. Eyes wide, lungs burning, she stepped back from the potent powder.
“Are you okay?”
She shook her head as Malik’s arms wrapped around her. Her chest was on fire and her limbs felt leaden. To make matters worse, her head started pounding immediately.
Oh goddess, she mentally yelled. She couldn’t get the words out past the rough coughing that ensued.
“Here, sit down.”
She allowed Malik to lead her back to her drawing table and took a seat. He turned away the moment her bottom touched the chair, only to return seconds later with a glass of water in his hand.
Karisma felt like she was holding onto a lifeline when she took that first sip of cool, comforting water. The burn in her chest subsided and the heaviness of her body seemed to lighten. After a few more gulps she felt the water clear her throat. She placed the empty glass on the table and sighed. She could breathe easily again.
“Don’t!” she yelled when she saw Malik turn toward the almost sugary mess on the floor. “Don’t touch it.”
He looked over one broad shoulder and lifted a dark eyebrow. “Why not?”
“Just stay away from it.” He straightened. “Is it dangerous? Are you okay? Should we be rushing to the emergency room?” She smiled at his obvious concern. “No, it’s nothing dangerous. It’s a faerie dust potion.”
Both eyebrows lifted at her confession. Faerie dust potions were notoriously potent. One needed just a little to get the job done. Saying she was playing with fire was an understatement.
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