Rookery Cove: Kidnapping Karisma

by Tuesday Morrigan

  “So you’re trying to guarantee good sales for your line, huh?” “Yes.” “Have you always used dust or…” “Am I just trying to prove something to Aleka? No, I’ve always used the dust. It’s part of my signature,” Karisma said, finishing the train of words Malik didn’t dare speak. “I’m sorry I even asked.” “Don’t be. I’m sure Aleka told you what I said. I meant every word. I’m not giving up the career and company I’ve worked so hard to create just to be your mate.” “That’s what I came here to talk to you about.” Karisma groaned and dropped her head to the desk. She was having a bad day and the last thing she needed was a deep discussion about their relationship. “I don’t want to talk about it. Aleka gave me a choice and I made it. There’s nothing more to discuss.”

  “Wrong!” She lifted her head. Stars swam before her eyes and Karisma knew she’d moved a little too quickly. “Whether you like it or not, Karisma, we’re going to have this conversation.” She turned to Malik. She’d actually forgotten that he was there. She squinted, trying to focus on the beautiful man before her. For a moment there, he’d actually been blurry. Then her vision cleared and Karisma realized just how handsome and sexually attractive Malik was. She couldn’t help remembering the feel of his hands on her skin, the satisfaction he’d given her at that very table mere days ago.

  She stood and reached for him. Halfway to him, Karisma stilled. Why was she acting like she had no damned self-control? Holy Hades! She’d sniffed Venus, the aphrodisiac faerie dust. When applied to the skin, the dust gave the wearer sensual confidence and increased the libido. When consumed…

  Dear goddess, she could already feel the beginning effects of the dust and Malik was expecting her to be able to have a deep conversation about their mating when all she wanted to do was strip him naked and have her wicked way with him? She had to get him out of her studio immediately.

  If she didn’t… She shuddered at the thought. Malik had to go. “Look, I promise we’ll talk about this later, but right now I’m not up to it.”

  He stilled for a moment before rushing over to her. “Are you all right? Are you sure you don’t need to go to the clinic?”

  “I’m fine. I just need to lie down.” She stood and made her way to the sofa bed she’d ordered. “Just make sure to lock the door on your way out.”

  She took a deep breath when she reached the bed. She could hear Malik’s footsteps as he followed her to the sofa bed. She closed her eyes and prayed for patience. It was the last thing she wanted. All she could think about was stripping Malik of every inch of leather the tall, handsome masculine beauty wore. Especially now that she knew just how good making love with Malik felt.

  PleaseleavePleaseleavePleaseleave.

  “What the hell is wrong with her?”

  Karisma lifted her eyes to the sky in hopes of salvation at the sound of Jae’s voice. She was doomed. The moment his husky cultured voice cut through the air, passion blossomed deep between her thighs. Malik made her pussy wet. Malik and Jae made her soak her panties. She couldn’t help imagining just how great the sex would be between the three of them.

  “Great Zeus, she looks hot as hell. Maybe we should take her temperature.” Bailey barked.

  Someone placed a cool hand to her forehead.

  Karisma was burning up, but not in the way they meant. Her pussy was on fire. She kept shifting her legs, trying to ease the ache, but no amount of moving could relieve her. She wanted them. No, she desperately needed them. All of them. All at once.

  “Sweetheart, please open your eyes and look at me.”

  She gritted her teeth and shook her head. The last thing she wanted to do was open her eyes and see all three men’s handsome faces looking down at her. That would be the straw that broke the freaky camel’s back. She was keeping a tight leash on her need. Their presence made it difficult to control her desire. She could feel them, smell the saltiness of their skin, hear the erratic beats of their hearts, taste their scent on her tongue with her every breath. Karisma’s senses were working against her, determined to force her to free the fiery need.

  She hadn’t lost it yet, because she wasn’t looking into Malik’s smoldering green eyes, Jae’s warm midnight gaze, or Bailey’s mischievous blue eyes.

  “Damn it, Karisma. Say something.”

  “Fuck it,” she growled as she leaned on her elbows and looked at the three men bending over her. They stared at her with a mixture of fear and anxiousness on their faces.

  They deeply cared about her.

  She sat up and reached for Malik. Her fingers wrapped around several strands of his honey brown hair and tugged. He leaned forward, eyes wide in surprise. Karisma felt her lips spread into a devilish smile at the look on his face.

  “How do you feel?”

  “Hot. I’m feeling hot.” She pressed her lips to Malik’s, her mouth brushing against his slowly. For a moment time seemed to stop as the blood in her veins thickened and pulsed. And then he pulled away.

  “You’re sick. We shouldn’t be doing this.”

  She flashed him a smug grin. “I’m not sick. I’m horny.”

  His gaze flickered over her face. Karisma felt the other two men still as the depth of her confession sank in. His eyes settled on her mouth. “We came here to talk to you about what Aleka said… to explain things.”

  She shook her head. Heat was climbing up her neck, filling her face. She wanted satisfaction and she knew three men who could give it to her. “I don’t want to talk. I want to do… other things.” She lifted her face and moved her lips across Malik’s. This time he took what she offered and flicked his tongue against the seam of her lips. She opened for his questing tongue and groaned deeply when it forayed inside.

  The heat deep inside her sheath seemed to flare up at the feel of Malik’s tongue moving over hers. Her fingers threaded through his hair, moving up the strands until her nails scraped over his scalp. Malik growled darkly. His tongue moved over her teeth, danced over her tongue, and teased the inner recesses of her mouth. Karisma moaned as she broke off the kiss and took a deep, lung-filling breath.

  She licked her lips and tasted Malik’s sweet distinct flavor. Her gaze lifted and caught Jae’s. His deep, midnight eyes bore into hers. Malik moved to the left so she was free to peruse Jae’s long-limbed frame. Her gaze roamed over every inch of him before returning to his face. She lifted her hand and beckoned Jae. A fire literally flamed in his dark eyes and he stepped forward.

  He was all dragon now. Although he hadn’t physically shifted, Karisma knew there was little left of the man.

  Jae leaned forward and captured her lips. She moaned his name into the kiss as his hands roamed over her flesh, caressing her shoulders and her lower back before cupping her bottom. His fingers dug into her flesh almost painfully. If anything the slight sting spurred her on.

  Karisma sifted her fingers into his hair and held Jae to her as they kissed deeply. He kneaded her flesh as his tongue plunged in and out of her mouth. Every touch, every wet stroke, spurred her on.

  He was making her already burning desire blaze hotter.

  She broke off the kiss and reached between them. Before her fingers could brush against his shirt, he grabbed her hands and pulled them behind her back. He transferred both of her wrists to one hand. Chest heaving, Karisma watched as Jae’s free hand returned to the area between their sweltering bodies. He lifted his gaze and held hers as he tore her shirt down the middle.

  She grinned at his blatant domineering behavior. “Now what?” she said with a smirk.

  “Mine,” he growled, releasing her wrists and pushing her back. She gasped in shock when she hit the mattress. Before she could take in another breath, Jae was above her.

  His lips were so close to hers, his chest pressed against her breast, and his cock teased the aching flesh between her thighs. “Mine,” he repeated.

  Karisma started to deny his ownership when he dipped his head and staved off any argument by kissing her hard. Potent desire flared inside of her
and she found herself lifting her hips and rubbing herself against the steadily growing bulge between Jae’s thighs.

  When he broke off the kiss they were both breathing hard, demanding gulps of air into their starved lungs. Eyes half-lidded, lips parted, Karisma watched Jae move down her body. He parted the torn fabric that had been her shirt to reveal her lace-cupped breasts. Long, golden fingers held her breasts, molded the mounds, and teased her nipples.

  “By the gods,” she groaned when he grasped both nipples and tugged. A lightning bolt of pleasure shot from the firm buds to her sex before exploding through her body.

  His fingers feel good!

  “Hmmm,” she moaned. Karisma was just beginning to sink into the pleasurable feeling of having Jae’s hands on her breasts when they departed. She parted her lips to tell him of her dissatisfaction when two new sets of hands joined them. She opened her eyes to find Malik teasing her left nipple and Bailey torturing her right. “Fuck!”

  Jae snaked down her body, placing kisses against her chest and stomach. She sucked in a deep breath when he reached her sheath. She was so sensitive and he was so talented when it came to oral loving, Karisma could feel her already soaked sex start leaking the creamy evidence of her desire.

  “Jae?”

  “Waited so long… no rush,” he rumbled in a voice so dark and deep it brushed over her skin.

  She looked down her torso and bit her bottom lip as Jae removed both her skirt and panties. He parted her legs and stared down at her. For a moment she feared he was going to change his mind about loving her. She was so far gone she didn’t think she could survive the rejection.

  And then with deft speed, Jae undid his pants and pulled them down his hips. The long, tanned honey gold length of his thick cock sprang forth.

  She licked her lips slowly and rolled her hips. Jae grasped his cock and pressed it to her sheath. Karisma rolled her hips downward, bathing the turgid length in her slick desire.

  “Gods,” Jae growled before surging into her with one deep, penetrating stroke.

  “Jae,” Karisma gasped as he filled her to the brim. She’d never felt anything like it. Her body was unusually sensitive, and every slick tissue seemed to pulse at his presence. She was shockingly aware of how deep, hard, and thick Jae’s cock was.

  “Oh gods, yes!”

  Malik and Bailey lowered their heads, capturing a nipple in each of their mouths. A keening scream was torn from her lips when Jae withdrew only to plunge back in with determined force. Surprised, Karisma opened her eyes to stare at Jae as her body tightened around his length. Her orgasm tore through her, stole her very breath and left her spent.

  Jae stilled inside of her and waited out her orgasm. She knew by the look on his face and the degree of sweat coming from his pores that it was a trying task. “Dear goddess,” she groaned after a moment.

  “Jae,” he growled before initiating a steady charge and retreat rhythm.

  Lights sparked behind Karisma’s eyelids. Sweat beaded her forehead and upper lip as pleasure pounded through her veins. Pleasure had her in its tight grip. She was coming again.

  And this orgasm was stronger, darker, more demanding. It left her chest burning and her lungs struggling for breath as heat poured through her body. Almost distantly, she heard Jae groan her name as he pumped into her. When the last tendrils of her powerful release swam through her, Karisma blinked up at her ceiling, too drained to do anything more.

  Malik and Bailey released her nipples. Her belly muscles clenched in protest. Their suckling mouths had felt so good she hated to end the pleasure.

  She started to sit up when Jae pulled from her slick flesh. He leaned forward and kissed her sweetly before moving to the side. She opened her eyes when their kiss ended and found Bailey watching her with heat in his cerulean gaze. He gave her a slow, wicked smile.

  “Round two?” she asked softly.

  His eyes twinkled. “How can I help but love you,” he said with a laugh before kneeling between her thighs.

  She instinctively lifted her head and brushed her lips against Malik’s in a slow caress. His teeth grazed her bottom lip, teasing and seducing. She parted her lips and groaned his name. His tongue swept into her mouth to tempt the sensitive inner flesh of her mouth.

  When they broke off the kiss, she opened her eyes and caught his swirling gaze. His eyes had darkened to a passionate emerald color.

  She lifted one hand and speared her fingers through his dreads. “And round three?”

  Karisma waited until he nodded his head in agreement before turning back to Bailey. “Now, make love to me, werewolf.”

  Bailey responded to her statement with gusto, thrusting deep into her with one stroke. “Again,” she groaned as scalding heat filled her. He began a steady charge and retreat pace that left them both breathless. Her nails clawed his back as he surged in and out of her wet heat. Bailey’s name was a shattering scream as, all too soon, she found her release. The constriction in her belly moved south and exploded deep in her channel. Her orgasm left her gasping for breath as she stared into Bailey’s gorgeous eyes.

  Maybe it was the sound of her screaming his name or the feel of her pussy tightening around his cock, but something Karisma did set Bailey off. His pace increased, his strokes became shallower and faster. And then he jerked into Karisma as he growled her name.

  She closed her eyes and lowered her head to the couch as Bailey moved from between her thighs. For several moments silence greeted her. She cracked one eye open. “Malik?”

  He appeared beside her.

  “What are you doing over there?”

  “Twice is a lot.”

  She smiled. “I’ll tell you when I’ve had too much.” She lifted her hand and wrapped her fingers around Malik’s corded neck. His head lowered and his lips brushed against hers. “Hmmm,” she moaned as his tongue stabbed into her open mouth.

  “I need you, Malik. I need you all,” she groaned when he broke off the kiss.

  “I need you too, Karisma.” He made the declaration as he stepped between her splayed thighs. “How do you want it, Kitty?”

  She smiled. For the first time in a long time she wasn’t pissed about her nickname. “Nice and slow,” she murmured as she lifted her hips. He smiled as he slid his full length into her. “I think I can do that, Kitty girl.”

  Chapter Nine

  Love is a Losing Game

  Karisma woke to find Aleka standing inside of her kitchen. For a moment she was too flabbergasted by the sight to do anything more than stare. It wasn’t every day that a girl woke after a night of mindless bliss to find a three-thousand-year-old phoenix cooking her breakfast.

  Karisma had more than a right to be at a loss for words. “How… how did you get in?”

  “A man as old as I learns a few things along the way.”

  She stared at him. “Huh,” she murmured after a moment.

  “I already made you chocolate chip pancakes. I’m working on the bacon.” He threw the words over his broad naked shoulder as he placed strips of bacon on the frying pan. Her eyes widened when she realized he was frying without a shirt on. She started to say something about an apron when he turned to her.

  The apron was instantly forgotten.

  Gods, he looked good shirtless. Karisma was immediately irritated with herself. Judging by her train of thought, one would think she hadn’t spent last night making love to three different, highly erotic men.

  She should have been too tired to think such things, but Naughty Karisma popped her head forward.

  “Good morning, sweetheart.”

  Aleka’s soft greeting snapped her out of her silent monologue. She watched him leave the pan on the front burner and move toward her. She watched every step he took to reach her.

  Gods be damned, she hated the morning after. She chewed her lip and tried to think about what she was going to say to him. More than that, she hated the awkward conversation she knew was coming.

  She could see it now: About l
ast night? Yes, it was great, but it only happened because I was totally high on my aphrodisiac faerie dust.

  Karisma didn’t think he or the rest of the pack would take that too well. She groaned as she rubbed her hands over her face. She could feel a migraine coming on. Last night had been a big mistake. She’d known at the time that she was going to regret her actions, but she hadn’t been able to stop herself. And she knew enough about the Kanakis men that Aleka’s presence did not bode well.

  He probably thought she had forgiven him and forgotten all about wanting to keep working after she was mated.

  “Aleka?”

  “Don’t worry. I didn’t make you any bacon. I haven’t forgotten that you don’t eat meat.”

  “That’s not --” She shook her head. “We need to talk… about last night.”

  He grinned at her. “I was truly worried when I left you two days ago… worried that I’d foolishly pushed you aside. I’m so glad that the other guys were able to convince you to change your mind.”

  Karisma’s jaw dropped. “I never said anything about changing my mind.”

  “What do you mean, you never changed your mind?”

  “Yesterday was just… sex.” She felt like a bitch saying the words, but she most definitely had not changed her mind about Karismatic Venus, her clothing line.

  “How can you say that? You made love to them and now you want to call it just sex?”

  “You weren’t there. You don’t know what happened, but I’m telling you we fucked. It was hot, sweaty, and nasty sex.”

  “When the hell did you become a bitch?”

  Karisma stepped back, feeling as though she had been sucker punched. She didn’t feel great about what she was saying, but it was the truth. She loved the Kanakis men, every single one of them, but she could not be the woman Aleka wanted her to be. She understood herself well enough to know that she could not be a stay-at-home wife. She needed Karismatic Venus. It was her therapy, her best friend, and the part of her soul that wasn’t consumed by her love for Aleka, Bailey, Malik, and Jae.

  She stared at Aleka in shock. “You conceited bastard. You think after a night spent in their arms I’m just going to give up my career? To what? Spend my life as your barefoot and pregnant mate?”