Unleashed: Declan & Kara (Unleashed #1-4; Beg for It #1)

by Callie Harper

  Declan wrapped his large, strong hands around my waist. “You’re beautiful.”

  “Wasn’t Gigi pretty?” She had light strawberry blond hair and a petite figure. I had to have a good 20 pounds on her, easy. But that was true of a lot of women in New York City.

  Declan grunted. “I guess.”

  “It’s so crazy, she’s your sister! Half-sister, I mean.” I had to watch my words with Declan.

  But then he started kissing my neck. “Mmm.” I leaned into him, loving his touch. I’d craved it for so many years, longed for it, and now I had him whenever I wanted. I wasn’t used to it yet. I still marveled over the ability to reach out, touch him, tell him exactly how much I loved him. And then get all the same right back from him.

  “How are you feeling?” He rubbed my stomach and I smiled.

  “Great, honestly.” No sign of sickness at all. Of course, I wasn’t even a full eight weeks along yet. It might be right around the corner.

  “Let me bring you some water.” Declan headed off into the bathroom and I had to smile again. He was so solicitous, so concerned about my health even though you couldn’t even tell I was pregnant yet.

  I did wish I had my mother still alive to talk about it all. She’d died in childbirth with me. You’d think that might make me more nervous about going through labor, but I didn’t worry that history would repeat itself. My mother had been out on our ranch, far from a hospital when she’d gone into labor. She’d lost too much blood by the time EMTs arrived. I knew Declan would ensure I had the finest round-the-clock care, and as I drew near to full term we’d both make sure that I stayed within a quick drive to a full team of doctors.

  But it would have been fun to talk to my mother about what her pregnancy had been like. Maybe she hadn’t been sick at all, not a single day? But now my father had passed along with her, so I couldn’t ask him, either. It made me sad that he never got to see me properly settled. He’d cared so much about me marrying well. Funny, he’d chased off the one man I truly loved—a man who it turned out loved me back. And that was worth all the money in the world.

  It just so happened Declan also was worth a lot of the green stuff, too. A ton he’d made on his own, and now a bundle from his crazy wealthy biological family.

  The baroness. Thinking of her perked me up. I bet I could talk to her about pregnancy. Maybe not about all the details of physical changes, but about the feelings and the process. I bet she’d be great at offering guidance. And maybe support, too.

  And maybe arrange playdates with Princess Charlotte!!!

  “Here you go.” Declan handed me a glass of water. I took a sip even though I wasn’t particularly thirsty. Drinking for two and all that. And it was so nice of him to think of me. I’d always known a kind man lurked underneath all that glowering. Turned out I’d been right.

  He started to make a fire in the fireplace, and had it crackling in no time.

  “Come here.” He beckoned me over in front of it. Enveloping me in his huge arms, he kissed me. “Are you cold?”

  “A little,” I admitted. For a girl born-and-bred in Montana, it seemed a silly thing to admit. But in New York today it was in the 20s, and I wasn’t dressed for it like I would be at home on the ranch. In place of wool socks and work boots, I had on pretty little shoes with high heels. They looked great with my slim-cut black pants and soft black cashmere sweater, but they didn’t exactly provide warmth.

  I was proud of myself, though. I remembered the first time I’d visited New York I felt like such a country bumpkin. This time around I thought I did a slightly better job of blending in, though I doubted I’d ever master that sophisticated fast-paced hustle of native New Yorkers. First, I smiled way too much. Second, I liked having random, friendly conversations with strangers. And finally, I enjoyed crafting. Those facts alone seemed as if they’d to keep me forever separate from the true heartbeat of the city. But it was a fun place to visit, especially with Declan.

  “Let me warm you up.” With his arms around me, I was already feeling pretty toasty. Next to the crackling fire, he eased off my jacket and kissed my throat. I sighed into him, loving his nearness. As much as I liked visiting with and meeting his family, nothing beat time just the two of us. We’d spent all those years apart. Now, I never wanted to let him out of my sight.

  He took my hand and we sat down on the soft rug in front of the fire. He pulled me into his lap and I leaned back against his broad chest.

  “This sweater’s soft,” he murmured into my ear, grazing his palms along my sides, my stomach, around my breasts. “But not as soft as your skin.” With a swift motion, he pulled my sweater up and over my head, discarding it onto a chair behind us.

  I’d noticed just in the past week or so that my breasts were starting to get bigger. That must be the first response my body was having to pregnancy, and my regular bra felt somewhat tight. I spilled out of the cups, my breasts practically tumbling out, begging to be freed from the restraints.

  Declan growled with satisfaction and I felt it rumble in his chest as he pressed me into him. He cupped my breasts in his large hands.

  “So beautiful,” he murmured in appreciation, massaging me, swiping his thumbs across my nipples. He always made me so aware of my sensuality, his touch and his words creating the sense that I was the ultimate seductress. I’d never felt particularly confident in my sexual appeal. In fact, for years after Declan left I’d turned off that whole side of myself. I’d functioned on autopilot for a long time.

  But that time was over. Back with Declan now, he’d opened the floodgates and passion flowed through me, never far from the surface. I arched my back, pressing my breasts into his hands, loving the way he touched me, the rough possessive feel of his masculine hands, the sure and steady way he held me against his strong body.

  Against my rear, I could feel him growing hard and I pressed against him, wanting more. He hissed between his teeth and brought a hand to my hips, pushing me where he wanted me.

  “You see what you do to me?” he asked, grinding against me, and I moaned in response. He was such a master at building my arousal, guiding my anticipation until I panted and begged for him. Right now with just the pressure of his shaft against me, I could imagine how good it would feel if he sank into me. How fully I’d take him in, how deeply he’d plunge into me.

  His fingers wound lower and unfastened my pants, then slid them down my legs. I kicked them off, happily giving him access, and he whispered his way back up my inner thighs.

  “I’ve wanted to take you here in front of a fire from the minute we walked into this room.”

  I tipped my head back, luxuriating in his kisses along my throat, up to my ear. He slipped a finger along the seam of my panties and I shivered at his touch.

  “But I want to make sure, are you feeling up to it?” As he asked me, he pressed his thumb against my clit. I still wore my panties, but he knew exactly how to touch me.

  “Yes, Declan,” I panted, bucking my hips up to his hand. Why didn’t he slip his fingers under my panties already? He liked to keep me waiting but I didn’t want to wait.

  “You have to tell me if you’re not,” he warned me, stroking slowly along the silk. “Over the next few months you may have days when you’re not feeling your best.”

  Oh, no, was he talking about cooling things off during my pregnancy? That was not happening. “Listen,” I turned my face toward his. “You’d better not be thinking of not touching me when I’m pregnant.”

  He chuckled low in his throat. “Easy, now.” He brought me back again, pressing me against his long, hard cock. I sighed in pleasure at the feel of him. “No one’s talking about not touching.” As he spoke, he drew his fingers along my skin. The reverent way he touched me, it almost made me feel as if he were worshipping at my altar.

  “I just want you to know, I obviously can’t keep my hands off of you. So if you need me to cool it—”

  “Declan! Don’t talk like that!”

  He laughed
again, clearly enjoying my desperate response. I liked that he was being sensitive and all, but there was a time and a place. Maybe when I was big as a whale in my ninth month I’d be feeling differently. But we hadn’t reached either that time or that place yet.

  “So what you’re telling me…” he drawled lazily, sweeping his hands along my body. “What I’m hearing from you…” he teased me as I started to pant under his hands, wondering if I was going to need to rip my bra and panties off of my body myself. Because I’d do it, see if I wouldn’t.

  “What you need…” Finally, his hand slid underneath my panties, his fingers finally against my slick slit. With his other, he palmed one of my breasts, pulling down the cup to let me spill out for his pleasure. “You need to be fucked.” As he spoke, he plunged two fingers up into my wet, quivering sex.

  “Ah!” I cried out, my eyes closing at the sensation. He knew how to make me feel so taken with just his fingers.

  “You need to be fucked hard and rough.” He took my nipple between his fingers and rolled it, then pinched it with his thick, calloused thumb and forefinger.

  “Yes!” I cried out, pleasure shooting directly to my clit.

  Without another word, he rolled me onto my back and tore off my panties. He ripped my bra to the side, yanked his own pants off and bore down on me. The rug felt soft against my back but he pressed down on me, hard, and then draped my legs up and over his shoulders one after the other. He tilted my pelvis up, his massive hands clutching my ass, his fingers biting into my cheeks in rough possession. I could feel the head of his huge cock right at my wet entrance and wanted nothing more than to sheath him in my heat.

  “You want it?” he teased, looking down at me already panting and writhing beneath him.

  “Yes!” I begged, knowing at this angle it would feel intense.

  He sank into me, full to the hilt, filling me up and my eyes rolled back into my head at the intensity of it. I clawed at him, screaming with pleasure as he started fucking me, pounding into me, relentless.

  “Declan!” I cried as he worked me, grinding my pussy against him. I felt so completely possessed, so dominated as he thrust into me again and again.

  He reached out one of his large, strong hands and grabbed onto my breast, holding it as he pounded into me. “So. Fucking. Hot,” he groaned out, watching my breasts, watching his cock pound into my wet heat, feasting on my reactions.

  In our frenzy, we moved along the rug and I felt the edge of the couch now grazing the top of my head. I brought the palms of my hands up to it and pushed against it so I could get more purchase, grind into him harder. I needed him so fiercely, I needed him to consume me, take me right up over the edge.

  “Yes,” he grunted, liking that I pushed into him, aroused that I wanted still more from him. “You like it like this.”

  “Yes,” I moaned, loving that he knew everything about me. I had nothing to hide from him, nor him me. We were the perfect fit to each other’s puzzle.

  “I want you to come for me, baby.” He thrust into me, his cock impossibly huge. His words sent me over the edge.

  “Ah!” I screamed, the waves of orgasm crashing over me, engulfing me whole. My mind went blank as pure pleasure, white hot, raced through my entire body.

  “Take it!” he roared as he exploded in me, his come rocketing out deep inside. I could feel the force of him, the fierceness with which he possessed me.

  “Declan,” I cried out, pulling him nearer, needing him even closer though he was already deep up inside of me. He unwrapped my legs from his shoulders, easing then down on the floor, and brought his chest down to mine, still supporting the majority of his weight on his elbows.

  “I love you, Kara.”

  No matter how many times he said it, it still thrilled me to my soul. I’d been so convinced for years that I’d never hear him speak those words. It still seemed impossible to me sometimes, but there he was, with me, my husband.

  “I love you, Declan.”

  I didn’t even realize it until he brought a finger to my cheek.

  “Don’t cry, Kara.” He kissed my cheeks, stroking my face.

  “Oh, you know I’m just happy,” I reassured him. This was part of the whole floodgates thing. He’d opened them up and now I had some strong feelings flowing unrestrained through me.

  “I’m so happy, too,” he murmured to me, nuzzling into my hair. “Happier than I ever imagined.”

  We lay like that in front of the fire, sharing bits of thoughts, both of us wrapped in the joy we had together, and would soon share with our baby.

  “It keeps getting better, Declan.” I smiled at him and played with his thick hair. I wondered if he’d know what I meant.

  “It does,” he smiled in agreement.

  He knew. What we had between us. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, it did. What a future we’d have together. Starting now.

  THE END

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  UNDONE, VOLUME 1

  (THE BEG FOR IT SERIES)

  Take one bad boy rock god. Mix slowly with one wholesome librarian. Add a dash of paparazzi, a twist of scandal, and you won’t believe how good this dish tastes.

  Ash

  It’s pretty easy being a rock god. Party. Perform. P*ssy. Repeat. I’m 26 and it’s worked for me for years. Until I was caught ripping out the heart of America’s sweetheart in a video gone viral. Now #HatePlayerAsh is trending on Twitter, she’s writing a song about how much I suck and I’m in desperate need of image rehab, fast.

  Good thing paparazzi chased me into that library. Had I not ducked under that desk I never would have found myself next to the long, sexy legs and disapproving gaze of Anika Ivanov. In my world of use and get used, she’s a unicorn. A kind, 24-year-old, hard-working, family-oriented children’s librarian. My agent agrees, she’s the one to set everything right. All she needs to do is fake a month-long public romance, let the world see me fall hard for her, then dump me in a brutal, public display. It’s genius.

  Now I just have to convince her to agree. And convince myself that the only reason I want to spend the month with her is to improve my image. It’s not her full, luscious lips or her soft, seductive laugh or those fantasies I keep having of tying her down to my bed as I make her quiver and pant and call out my name.

  Ana

  Ash Black. In my library. Under my desk. It’s hard to believe it happened. I’ve listened to his voice enough times, my favorite soundtrack as I walk down the streets of New York. My secret bad boy crush, the smoldering, shirtless star of the tabloids, all muscles and tattoos. Then one day he shows up and kisses me in my break room.

  What’s even crazier is how he wants me to spend the next month. Backstage at his shows in L.A., San Francisco and Vegas, candlelight dinners in New York and Paris. He wants the world to believe he’s fallen in love. With me.

  I’ve got to say no. He’s a walking disaster with a dirty mouth and wicked hands that melt my panties right off of me. This month would take everything in my well-ordered, neat little life and shake it up like a snow globe.

  Then why am I so tempted to say yes?

  UNDONE, VOLUME 1

&nbs
p; Ana

  One Month From Now

  I pulled against my wrist restraints, panting as his tongue trailed a slow, teasing path down my stomach. A moan escaped my lips. I needed to touch him, fist my fingers in his thick, jet-black hair and dig my nails into his broad, muscular shoulders. But I couldn’t even see him. He’d blindfolded me. Twisting my head to the side, I could still picture him, tattoos licking along his biceps, down by his abs, right at the start of his V.

  “Please!” I couldn’t help but cry out. I needed more, needed his tongue lower, needed to be set free so I could at least touch myself if not him. He’d worked me up into such a frenzy. With a low, satisfied growl deep in his chest, he dipped his tongue in a lazy circle around my belly button. He insisted on having me his way, tormenting every inch of me until I begged for it.

  “Ash!” I strained against my ties, spread-eagle on the king-size bed, but he’d fastened them well. All I succeeded in doing was arching up my back, further offering my naked breasts up for his pleasure.

  He chuckled, deep and wicked, tracing my curves with his hand. “You like being tied up, don’t you, my Ana?” His fingers melted me as he stroked my limbs, up my side, along the swell of my breast. He paused and I held my breath, wondering what he might do next, feeling a throb deep in my pussy, drawing more slick, sweet juice from my core. The anticipation, the submission, it made me crazy.

  But he kept on going, up past my breast, along my collar-bone, up my arm to circle my restraints. He drew my attention to his control, how he had me tied up, exactly where he wanted me.

  “I knew you’d like it,” he murmured. “You’re so beautiful, laid out here for me.”

  I panted like an animal and swallowed hard. A sliver of my mind still reared up in shock at what I was doing, what I was letting him do to me. Willingly turning myself over to him in complete submission. I’d never done anything like it before, letting someone tie me up. I’d thought about it, even touched myself fantasizing about it late at night. But never in my bland, boring, good girl what-passed-for-a-sex-life had I ever done anything like it.