“Of course,” he murmured softly.
She bit her bottom lip.
He appeared beside her. He leaned over her so that his face was above hers. “You’re the one thing in this world worth worrying about.” She stared up into his face, surprised by the things he was saying, the emotion he was showing. She’d known he and his pack mates cared for her, but she’d never even guessed it was to this degree.
“Yes, Kitty, you’re the only one,” he whispered.
A fire literally flamed in his green eyes. It was the only warning she got before he lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers. Karisma was expecting domination, but Aleka’s lush mouth caressed hers in a soft tender manner that was more devastating. It was just the slightest brush of flesh against flesh. But it was more than enough to fire her libido and send heat flashing through her sex. Karisma gasped as she felt her pussy tighten with desire.
It felt like it had been an eon since she kissed him. And even longer since she’d made love.
“We shouldn’t,” she groaned when he pulled away.
“Why? I love you and you love me.”
She shook her head no as she desperately tried to ignore the pulse of pleasure thrumming deep in her veins. “We need more than that.”
“We have more than that,” he groaned before recapturing her lips. This kiss was just as sweet, just as alluring. With irresistible tenderness, Aleka seduced her to surrender to him. A combination of eagerness and anxiety filled her as she opened her lips for his questing tongue. She wanted him. Wanted him with a desperation that bordered on reckless. And she knew she was entering treacherous territory.
The combination created a heady feeling of dangerous desire.
For a moment, almost a second too long, she allowed herself to float under the thick emotion. For a moment she allowed herself to be seduced by her own need. And then reality intruded. She broke off the kiss and turned her head when he tried to reestablish the connection.
Long, calloused fingers grasped her chin and forced her to look into Aleka’s eyes. “I want you and I’m tired of waiting.”
She searched his bright gaze for several heartbeats. Although her tongue felt heavy in her mouth, she forced herself to speak. To say the words she knew she needed to say, but didn’t want to hear. “And what if I said you couldn’t have me?”
“I’d let you in on a widely known fact. You’re already mine, Kitty,” he growled before he settled his lips upon hers. She groaned his name and then the hard line of his mouth softened against hers, curving to embrace the plump swell of her lips. Then his tongue, warm and wet, entered her mouth and leisurely explored the slick recesses of her mouth. Karisma opened for his kiss, a kiss that ravished and plundered.
A kiss that left her breathless and hungering for more.
“Aleka,” she sighed.
“Gods, how I want you, Kitty.”
“Do you really?” she murmured softly as she stared into his smoldering gaze.
He gave her a soft, sexy as sin smile that did dangerous things to her pussy. “Yes, I want you. I want every inch of you, and I don’t want you to change. I love you just the way you are.”
She watched him cautiously, unable and unwilling to start imagining she was hearing the words she desperately needed. “Aleka?”
His smile slipped. “First, let me apologize for being such an asshole.” He sighed and sat on his haunches. “I let the past get the best of me. Let my memories control me.” He ran his fingers through his overgrown locks and looked away. “There was a woman, a young woman in my flock. The gods gifted her with three mates. One was a king of one of Greece’s provinces. Once they were mated, he discovered that she was a brilliant political strategist. Every one of his men came to her for advice. And then there were the times her mates came to her for… comfort. It got to be too much for her. She took her own life less than a year after her mating.”
Karisma stared at Aleka in horror. She knew his tale was a true one. There was so much tortured pain on his face. She knew the woman had been more than a flock member. “Who was she?”
He looked back at her. “Alekandra, my older sister.”
She closed her eyes briefly as a shaft of the pain Aleka must have felt seared her soul. “By the gods!” She opened them to find him watching her.
He gave her a weak smile. “I know now that it was not the fact that she had three mates that led to her death. She was a brilliant woman, but she was not… strong. She was not like you in that regard. And now, as a grown male, I understand that her mates did not love her, not as we love you. They took what she gave and never replenished her, never gave her time to be herself. Everyone needs that, and I -- we -- fully intend to give that to you.”
He leaned forward and brushed his fingers against her face. It was then that Karisma realized she was crying. “I want you to keep Karismatic Venus, keep designing, and keep working.” He smiled, an honest smile that lit up the handsome planes of his face. “I want you to continue being the woman we love.”
“Do you know how much I love you?”
Aleka smiled. “How about you show me?” He lowered his head and took dominant possession of her mouth. This kiss was unlike all the others. It was wicked and highly erotic. The hungry pressure of his mouth was dark and devastating. Aleka thrust his tongue past her parted lips and stroked deep. His mouth moved on hers, relentless in its demands. As they kissed, his mouth grew hungrier, the pressure all the more alluring.
When he broke off the kiss, they were both breathing hard. Once she recaptured her breath, Karisma spoke. “I love you, Aleka.”
He stilled above her. For long, trying moments it was the only indication that he’d heard her. And then the fire she’d glimpsed earlier flamed in his gaze, but this time it didn’t disappear after a moment. “I love you, too,” he whispered, his rich baritone pitched just above a growl.
Desire blossomed inside her at his response. “Then love me,” she moaned as she rolled her hips.
“Shit,” Aleka growled as her pussy caressed the bulge between his splayed thighs. “You’re dangerous.” He uttered the words before stepping from the bed and removing his jeans in one swift move.
Apparently, he too preferred to go commando.
She bit her bottom lip when he swung one thigh over hers and straddled her hips. Aleka leaned low and wrapped his lips around one blackberry nipple and suckled it. Karisma groaned as tendrils of heat drifted from her breast to her pussy before they echoed throughout her body. If she didn’t know any better she’d think she was the phoenix. Her body was most definitely on fire.
And all he’d done was suckle her breasts.
“Now!” she screamed as desire blossomed in her veins.
“Yes,” he murmured before moving back and sliding between her thighs. She watched as his gaze lowered to her sex. He seemed to stare at her for some time before pressing his cock to her sheath. She closed her eyes and savored the slow glide of Aleka’s thick cock into her pussy. When he was fully seated inside of her, she opened her eyes. His gaze lifted and caught hers. “Perfect.”
Karisma moaned as her back bowed with the pleasure of his commanding stroke. Her fingers gripped the bars of the headboard as Aleka fucked her hard and deep, pushing past the tight walls of her sex, sending pleasure tingling through every one of her nerves. Her body stilled and a keening sound cut through the air. Belatedly, Karisma realized it had come from her.
Aleka pulled out of her until only the last inch of his long cock was sheathed in her heat. And then he began to move with deep, powerful surging strokes. This time she felt the orgasm coming. She closed her eyes and moaned his name over and over again as she savored the feelings rushing through her, feelings too delicious to resist.
“Oh… by… the… gods!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Her body shuddered in release as her cunt tightened with almost painful spasms. She felt her hips lift off the bed as she came.
“Look at me.” She opene
d her eyes to stare into Aleka’s as the final throes of her release washed through her. “Aleka,” she gasped. “Karisma,” he groaned before releasing his seed within her and slumping atop her.
Karisma wasn’t sure how long they lay there. She only knew it was filled with that comfortable silence only lovers knew. Unfortunately she was finding it difficult to breathe. “Aleka? You’re kind of heavy.”
“Shit. Sorry.” He almost jumped off of her. She couldn’t help but smile. He reached for her bindings. “Leave them.” He glanced down at her in surprise. “Where are the boys?” He licked his fuller bottom lip. “Waiting.” “Tell them to stop waiting.” He smiled. “I love you so much,” he murmured before lowering his head to press a kiss to her lips. They’d call the boys… later.
Tuesday Morrigan
Tuesday Morrigan began her love affair with romance at an early age. As a child she was always infatuated with the romance novels she snuck from her mother. Later, in high school, the public library became her sanctuary with an endless array of romance novels. Tuesday is still an avid reader of books. Thanks to shows like Buffy, Angel, and her latest infatuation, Supernatural, Tuesday prefers her stories to have a little more grit. Her favorite genres have always been fantasy, mystery, romance and erotica, so as a writer, she tries to blend the genres to create her own personal niche.
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