Tales of the Shareem, Volume 2
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Justin watched her quietly, making no move to start undressing her or bring out toys. He simply let her dance around, enjoying herself.
“Remember when I talked to you about watching?” he asked. “How stimulating I said it could be?”
Deanna came to rest against the bed. “Yes?” She still wasn’t sure she would like that.
“I thought, to give you a taste of what it’s like, you could watch . . . us.”
He clicked a handheld she hadn’t noticed him picking up, and the walls blossomed screens. They were blank, black windows to nothing.
“Calder has cameras in amazing places. He can focus them anywhere.” Justin came to her. “He and I spent a week figuring out the right angles. You can watch anything we do, while we do it. Such as . . .”
He cupped her face with one hand and at the same time, clicked the handheld. One of the large screens came up with an image of the two of them, her face and his, close together.
Justin licked her lips, and she saw it all behind him, his tongue tracing her mouth, then his eyes half-closing as he moved his hand to the nape of her neck and kissed her.
Another screen came on to show the back of her, and Justin undoing her coverall. The coverall crumpled to the floor, Justin’s large hand moving down to cover her silk-clad buttocks.
The next screen glowed to life as he continued undressing her. Deanna watched him kiss his way down her torso as he slid her sheath and leggings from her. He leaned in to lick her bared clit, and a screen blossomed to show Deanna’s pussy, his mouth closing on it, her fingers curling, Justin’s tongue flickering on her clit.
When Justin undressed, she got to see close-ups of his body, especially his tight, fine ass. When he laid her on the bed, the remaining screens came on, showing that he’d rigged one to display where they joined. She watched in fascination as his dark and rigid cock slid into her, penetrating her.
She got to watch his ass move as he worked into her, saw his mouth find her breast, his eyes closing in concentration. Another screen showed Deanna’s fingers thread his dark hair, her legs coming up to wrap around him.
Then she forgot about the cameras, and lay back to enjoy the feeling of Justin’s weight on her body, his heat on her skin, the power of him inside her. This love was hot, raw, sensual.
She whimpered when Justin withdrew, but her excitement sped again when he turned her over, pulling her back on her hands and knees.
Screens at Deanna’s eye level lit with images of Justin’s large cock, shining with lube and her come, poised to drive back inside her. She saw her own face, relaxed in pleasure, half-smiling at the anticipation of what was to come.
They showed Justin, his big hands on her hips, face intent with need, and his cock, slick, hard, and impossibly large, sliding smoothly into her.
When she felt him move all the way in, she closed her eyes, not caring about anything but the feeling of Justin ramrod hard inside her, the gentle slap of his balls on her ass, the contrast of his hot, hard body with the cool satin beneath her hands and knees.
The feelings took her over the top just as Justin groaned with them. She felt the rapid pulses of his coming, his seed scalding into her.
Perhaps that seed would give them both another joy. Deanna hoped it with all her heart.
They fell together onto the bed, Justin still inside her, Deanna laughing. The screens showed her smiling, Justin naked, his bronzed body beautiful as it covered hers.
The room started to dim, and Deanna realized that the screens were flicking off, one by one, as their excitement spun down. Finally, only one remained, showing Deanna and Justin twined together, he spooned behind her, her small body fitting into the curve of his much larger one.
“Wow,” Deanna said.
His breath was warm in her ear. “You liked that?”
“Maybe we should redo your place with cameras.”
Justin chuckled. “Maybe we should.”
More silence as they wound into the comfort of the bed. Deanna was perfectly warm, the room’s temperature exactly regulated for a spent woman with a Shareem curled around her.
“You’re going to leave Bor Narga, aren’t you?” Deanna asked after a time.
She felt his little start, but he only said, “Hmm?”
“You can’t want to stay here, and now, you don’t need to. You’ve done what you came here to do.”
“That’s true.” Justin drew his thumbnail beneath one of her nipples. “But when I go, you’re coming with me. We’re lifemates now.”
Deanna’s heart beat faster, happiness threatening to drown her. “Just try and stop me.”
“Mmm, that might be fun. I could tie you down and leave you here, then come back to lick you all over, then come back again to fuck you . . .”
Deanna laughed. “You are such a level two.”
His eyes narrowed. “How would you know?”
“Katarina and I talked a lot on our trip. She gave me details about all the levels—she’s learned much, being medic to the Shareem. And Brianne has some interesting tales about what it’s like with a level one versus a level three.”
“The ladies have naughty mouths.”
“About Shareem, yes.” Deanna touched her abdomen and lost her smile. “You had Sybellie. Do you think it’s possible for me too?”
“To have my child?” Justin slid his hand over hers where it rested on her belly. “I hope so. We’ll see, won’t we? I told Katarina to stop giving me the sterility inoculations.”
“Good.” Her heart warmed. Justin had given her enough of his seed today that something might come of it.
“We can always make sure,” Justin said.
She felt her smile return. “I’m exhausted. Can we rest a few more minutes?”
“Sure. What we did was recorded, if you want to watch it again.”
She jumped. “Recorded?” Her face heated. “I’m not sure I want to see that. I probably looked ridiculous.”
Justin’s eyes went soft. “You were beautiful.”
“Though it wouldn’t be bad to see you again. Especially that cock.”
“Not what I’ll be looking at.” Justin reached for the handheld on the bedside table and clicked a few buttons. “Here we go. Lie back and enjoy.”
The screens lit with images. She got to again watch Justin undress himself, the cameras showing every detail of his body, from strong fingers to wide chest, to tight backside, to long, thick cock.
He was right about watching—seeing Justin take her, Deanna looking up at him, her eyes heavy, made her warm and excited.
“See?” Justin tossed aside the handheld. “It can be a lot of fun. Now, let’s show those people on the screen how much better we can do it.”
He rolled Deanna into the mattress, hands pinning her wrists. Deanna rose to meet him, laughing as he laughed.
“I love you, Justin.”
He nuzzled her. “I love you too, sweet Deanna,” he said. “Thank you for setting me free.”
Her smile widened. “But I arrested you.”
“And as soon as you clicked those cuffs around me, you in that sexy coverall, I knew you were the woman for me.”
“Oh, bullshit.”
“Absolutely true. If you don’t believe me, you can put me in the cuffs again.”
Deanna laughed. “I love you.”
“I love you, sweetheart.” He closed his eyes as he slid inside her. “Deanna, my world.”
Deanna held him close, and then loving took over, and then, bliss.
End
Books by Allyson James
Tales of the Shareem series
Rees
Rio
Aiden & Ky
Calder
Braden
Justin
Kieran
Maia & Rylan (short story)
Collections
Tales of the Shareem: Volume 1
Contains Rees, Rio and Aiden & Ky
Tales of the Shareem: Volume 2
Cont
ains Calder, Braden and Justin
About the Author
Award-winning author Allyson James is a pen name of New York Times bestselling author Jennifer Ashley. Allyson has written more than 75 published novels and novellas in romance, urban fantasy, and mystery under the names Jennifer Ashley, Allyson James, and Ashley Gardner. Her books have been nominated for and won Romance Writers of America’s RITA (given for the best romance novels and novellas of the year), several RT BookReviews Reviewers Choice awards (including Best Urban Fantasy, Best Shapeshifter Romance, and Career Achievement in Historical Romance), Prism awards for her paranormal romances, and Passionate Plume and CAPA awards for her erotic romances.
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Calder
Tales of the Shareem, Book 4
Copyright © 2009; 2013 by Jennifer Ashley and Allyson James
Braden
Tales of the Shareem, Book 5
Copyright © 2011; 2013 by Jennifer Ashley and Allyson James
Justin
Tales of the Shareem, Book 6
Copyright © 2012 by Jennifer Ashley and Allyson James
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