Family Harmony

by J. J. Massa

  “The next place we stop, you will have your own dressing room,” he told her.

  “Why?” she asked. He grinned at her.

  “Why? Don’t you want a dressing room?” he arched a brow at her.

  “I can get dressed in the loo,” she reasoned, sitting at the table. Lakon laughed out loud.

  “All right, Baby, we’ll work that out later. I want to talk about how growly I am.”

  She shot to her feet again. Her face took on an uncomfortable look. He looped an arm around her waist and scooped her into his arms. He took three strides to the couch and dropped with her in his lap.

  She began to struggle and he lowered his mouth to hers. His lips claimed hers. His tongue glided between her parted lips as he deepened his possession of her mouth.

  Her struggling lessened as the kiss deepened. Reluctantly, he lifted his mouth from hers and licked at her lips. He nuzzled her cheek and licked her temple.

  “We have to talk about this, Baby,” he rumbled insistently.

  She softened against him and turned her face to his neck. He could feel her tremble.

  “Mya?” he asked, she nodded against him. “Do you know that I won’t hurt you?”

  For a long moment, she didn’t move. Finally, she shrugged one slender shoulder against him. He grinned. They had the honesty thing going for them, anyway.

  “I won’t hurt you, Baby. And I’ll do everything I can to make sure nobody else does either, okay?” he held her away from him so he could see her face. “Okay?”

  She nodded.

  “About this growly thing…” he gave her a half-smile. “It’s kind of a family trait. We’re very… primal.” He grinned at her. She blushed.

  “I really can’t help it too much. I’ll try harder to be rumbly instead of growly, okay?” he arched a brow at her.

  “Okay,” she said finally. He held her closer for a minute.

  “Mya, I want to make love with you pretty badly right now.” She stared at him, her eyes round. “I want to, Baby, but I’ll wait.”

  He kissed her gently, dipping his tongue between her lips and licking her left dimple.

  “Feel how badly I want you.” He shifted so that she could feel his thick, hard erection under her soft bottom. “Do you think you might want me too, Mya?” he asked her.

  “I think I do,” she whispered, “But…”

  “You’re scared, Baby?” he finished for her. She nodded.

  “Let’s go tease each other for a while. We’ll sing to each other, hmmm? Pretty soon we’ll want each other too much to be scared or cautious, you think?”

  She blushed prettily and slid off his lap. He stood, taking her hand and together, they returned to the rehearsal stage.

  * * * *

  Wachovia Center, Philadelphia, Pa

  Concert performance

  “How’d you like that pretty lady?” Lakon asked the auditorium full of screaming fans after Mya left the stage. She’d just performed her solo. He gave them a few minutes to settle down. Mya had been a big hit.

  His voice dropped an octave. “Can I tell you guys something? Just between us?” he waited until the crowd began responding.

  “Tell us!” and “We won’t tell! We promise!”

  “I’m kinda sweet on that girl, ya know?” The crowd broke into screams, cheering and catcalls. “How ‘bout if I get her back out here to sing a song with me?” The room exploded with more wild cheers and screaming. He grinned broadly.

  “Why don’t we just call her?” he asked. He turned. “Hey Mya! Will you come out and sing with me?”

  The room exploded again and the fans began to chant, “Mya! Hey, Mya!”

  A few minutes later, a very red-faced Mya came back out on stage. The spotlight shrunk to follow her as she joined him. When she reached him, it seemed to hold them intimately. Lakon ran one finger down her cheek.

  “Sing a song with me, Baby?” he rumbled as if it were only the two of them.

  “Okay, Lakon.” She looked up at him.

  He looked into her eyes and she looked into his. The song they sang to each other was one of intense longing and emotion. As the singers became lost in the moment, the auditorium became still and quiet. The audience was riveted as the man and woman singing begged each other to give their love a chance.

  When the last notes ebbed away, the hall stayed quiet as seconds ticked by. Still lost in the moment, Lakon leaned down and gently kissed Mya’s parted lips. As he straightened, she leaned her head forward to rest on his chest. He slipped his arms around her waist.

  An incredible roar ripped through the building. Lakon and Mya had been so lost in each other that they’d forgotten the audience. Both of them began to grin.

  Even with all the noise, the auditorium full of spectators heard Mya’s sheepish comment to Lakon as the microphone amplified her voice above the crowd.

  “I forgot everybody was still here,” she said, her face stained red.

  The fans loved it. Lakon loved it too, for different reasons. He was glad he wasn’t the only one who’d been sucked into this new alternate universe.

  The newspaper articles and fan interviews raving about the couple and the concert went on and on.

  * * * *

  High Security Wing, Livingston Care Facility

  Johnson City, TN

  August Livingston threw his plastic cup full of tepid coffee at the television bolted to the wall. He was in the recreation room purportedly enjoying the two hours of stimulation he was allowed every day. He knew his little outburst would earn him a reprimand—possibly even cost him a privilege.

  The very idea of it enraged him. His pretty-boy cousins were free to prance around the country as Alpha and Beta of the combined Livingston/Montgomery pack while he was locked up. It was that Riker Montgomery’s fault that he was in this facility to begin with.

  Now, he was forced to watch Riker’s brother, Lakon Montgomery, singing and kissing that little human every time the TV came on. Lakon would mate with that lovely human and water down the family bloodline even more.

  August couldn’t stand it. He was a full-blood werewolf—both his parents were full bloods. Mik Montgomery was half timber wolf or something. Now it looked like both Riker and Lakon would both be mating with humans.

  Auggie remembered Bethany Montgomery. What a sweet little bite she’d been—the little he’d had of her. One thing he could say for those mongrels, they knew how to pick a hot-looking, sweet-smelling woman. They’re twins, this girl probably smells beautiful, too.

  He remembered touching, holding, licking Bethany Black Montgomery as her half-breed whelp looked on. Now that was good fun! He’d been sure that Riker would kill him. Any Alpha worth the name would have killed him for kidnapping his mate and pup.

  He’d been so sure he’d take over the pack when Riker had gotten a human woman pregnant and hadn’t told her he was Were. Now the other brother was mating with a human.

  “Auggie, you bad boy!” Two large orderlies came up on either side of him. As he struggled and screamed in anger, the two men slipped a straightjacket around him and hauled him away.

  “I don’t deserve this!” he roared. “I’m a full-blood! Lakon Montgomery shouldn’t be allowed to mate with a human woman! He shouldn’t be Beta!”

  “I know man. My woman thinks he’s hot, too. She goes nuts whenever she sees him. Now look, he’s got that sweet little angel singing with him.” That was a third orderly who stopped in the hall.

  Now Auggie had to listen to three men commiserate about Lakon Montgomery while he cooled his heels in a straight jacket. If it kills me, I’ll make those Montgomery mutts pay!

  Chapter 5

  Suite of Lakon Montgomery

  Aspic Inn, Boston ,Ma

  Chattering and banging could be heard as Lakon, Yancey, Mya, and Myles finished their morning coffee and discussed their plans for the day.

  Mya reflected on the week since that concert with Lakon. She’d acquired a new wardrobe just for starte
rs. She was a little worried about the publicity machine and put her foot down when it came to changing her hairstyle. Lakon had declared the look very sexy and had seconded her refusal.

  The two singers had even been on a local morning show and had interviewed with the largest radio show in the area. Mya had tried hard not to seem like a country bumpkin, marveling at Lakon’s smooth charm as he helped her relax and talk to the interviewer.

  A photo-shoot was being prepared in the living room of his suite this morning, her first one. There was to be a newspaper interview done at the same time. She didn’t know if her nerves could stand it. She decided the smartest thing to do would be to follow his lead now.

  Yancey had gleefully turned everything over to Lakon’s publicity manager in favor of driving Myles to the hospital for his treatment.

  Mya struggled not to laugh when Lakon said, in passing, “My cousin Gene’s going to handle your treatment.”

  “Is there a city in the United States where you don’t have a cousin who’s a doctor?” Myles had asked Lakon archly.

  “NO!” Yancey and Lakon answered together. They laughed. “You know we’re cousins, don’t you?” Yancey asked him.

  “Cor! Really?” Myles responded, a look of surprise on his face. Yancey couldn’t tell if he was serious or not.

  “He’s having you on, Yance,” Mya told him. When he acted confused, she explained, “That means he’s teasing you. You and Lakon have a tad bit of a resemblance,” she told him.

  Lakon stood looking down at her speculatively causing heat to pool in the pit of her stomach.

  “I’m better looking though, right Baby?” he growled pulling her to her feet to face him.

  The looks he gave her sent her heart pounding. She placed both arms around his waist and leaned back to look at him. No question, he was the best-looking man she’d ever seen.

  “Of course, my darling,” she cooed. “Nobody’s better looking than you.”

  One of the photographers setting up in the background took a picture of her playful hug.

  Yancey and Myles left to go to the hospital while Lakon and Mya sat under the hot lamps and had their pictures taken.

  It seemed to go on forever and Mya thought her face would crack with all the powder caked on it. She quipped that the publicity manager was making a mold of her face. She knew there’d be a mud pie on her face if she got wet.

  Finally, it was over and the two were alone in the room. Lakon ordered lunch sent up and banished everyone, including the annoying publicity manager. All the cameras and equipment were finally gone.

  Mya was so uncomfortable that Lakon sent her down the hall for a shower. He took one as well.

  When she came out of her shower, wrapped in a bulky robe, Lakon was emerging from his.

  As she walked out of the bathroom, she glanced toward Lakon’s room. He turned at the same time and his robe fell open. He was naked beneath it. His erection jutted proudly from the opening in his robe.

  Mya didn’t move for a second. What a well-sculpted, handsome man. She stared at Lakon as he began to pull on his sweatpants. It’s now or never, she thought.

  “Wait!” she said. He pulled on his pants and froze. “Can I help you feel better, Lakon?” she asked.

  *

  What does she mean by that?

  “Can I touch you there?” she asked, her face flaming. She took a hesitant step toward him.

  “Mya,” he groaned. “Baby…” She can’t possibly mean what I think she means. He was aching at the thought of her fine and delicate fingers touching his cock.

  “I’d like to, Lakon,” she took another step closer. He saw that her robe was tightly cinched.

  “Maybe if I touched you there—because I care about you—and I touch you that way—and you don’t hurt me—ma-maybe it will help,” she stammered. “Sort of like making friends with a nice dog after a bad dog bites you?”

  Lakon couldn’t help it, he laughed out loud.

  He closed the distance between them. Her face was as red as his WolfPack sweatpants.

  “That’s one hell of an analogy, Baby.” His eyes twinkled down at her. Putting his arms around her, he leaned down and traced her lips and chin with his tongue.

  Carefully she placed her hand an inch below the elastic on his pants and pushed. She could feel his large, hard erection. It was longer than her hand. She thought it might be almost as wide. She didn’t take her eyes off of his face. He groaned and closed his eyes sitting down on the bed.

  “Are you sure you want to do this, Baby?”

  In answer, she pushed him backwards and he pulled some pillows under his head.

  Mya reached over with both hands and tugged at the waistband on his pants. He lifted his hips so that she could pull them down. He kicked them off and lay naked on the bed.

  She scooted over to inspect him. Reaching out with one finger, she touched his large and hard erection. It flexed. Her little dimple showed itself. He groaned loudly.

  Extending her fingers, she petted his shaft as if it were a preening cat. It felt so good. He wanted to come and didn’t want to come and she was just getting started. Oh, MAN!

  She wrapped her little fist around the length of him and pumped a couple of times, experimentally. He groaned again and dropped his forearm over his eyes. Then he sat up on his elbows to watch. He didn’t want to miss a thing.

  She seemed to be ignoring him above the waist. She was fascinated by his cock and he was fascinated by her.

  Uh, oh. She had noticed the tip. He was afraid he was going to come very soon.

  Smoothing her finger across the satiny hood, she touched a finger to the slit in the center. She carried that finger to her tongue and licked the clear fluid from it.

  Definitely, she was going to kill him.

  Rubbing her finger back and forth across the tip of his penis, she began to pump his shaft. With her other hand, she gently rubbed and massaged his balls.

  She continued to pump him in a rhythmic fashion and tried to touch his tip every so often. Soon, he couldn’t fight all the sensations and he felt himself beginning to come.

  “Oh Mya, oh my baby!” he moaned as his cream jetted out onto his stomach.

  She continued to massage his balls until he stopped. She reached a finger to his tip and gently touched a drop of come still there. She scooped it onto her finger and tasted it.

  “Baby, you’ll kill me. I just know you’re going to kill me,” he rumbled in a groan. “It’s only a matter of time.”

  Sliding off the bed, Mya went to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth, she wiped the white pool of thick cream from his tummy.

  “Are you okay, now? Did I… Did I do okay?” she asked hesitantly.

  He gathered her to his chest.

  “Baby, you did incredible.” He rested a palm on her thigh where the robe she wore parted. “I’d like to make you feel that good, too.”

  He began to nibble on her chin and made his way to her lower lip. His hand slowly made its way up her leg. He teased her skin behind the knee and up to her sex, but not yet touching it.

  He could smell her arousal. He knew she wanted him. He was wrestling his beast with both hands now. Down monster, down!

  “Let me touch you, Mya, let me taste you,” he growled.

  He lightly drew one finger over the dripping wet lips between her legs. She gasped. He took her mouth in a drugging kiss. When she moaned his name, he deepened the kiss with a growling groan.

  With one hand behind her head and the other under her bottom, he lifted her and gently laid her down in the middle of the bed. Stretching out beside her, he placed a hand on the tie to her robe.

  Leaning over to lick down her neck to the vee between her breasts, he asked her, “Will you make love to me, Mya? Will you mate with me?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  With a growl, he ripped open the ties to her robe and parted it. When she reached for him, he leaned over her and began to lick her breasts. He lathed them
, first one and then its twin, with his hot, wet tongue until she was mewling, moaning and shifting restlessly.

  His fingers slid through the dark curls between her legs parting her dripping folds. She was so wet for him. He slipped a finger into her and rubbed her clit with his thumb.

  She cried out and bucked underneath his hand, her cream coating his fingers, her tight little breasts taut and straining.

  “Taste!” he growl-groaned. “Need to taste!”

  He licked and kissed his way down her body spreading her robe and rubbing his face in the tight curls covering her sex.

  Using both hands, he spread her labia and tasted her with a long measured lap of his tongue, from her clit to the little opening where her sweet juices flowed.

  “MMM!” he growled. “So good.”

  The next deliberate lap began at that same little opening and ended at her clit, “More!” he rumbled.

  He plunged his tongue inside her creaming pussy and lapped in and out, sucking at the same time. He massaged her little nub while he sucked.

  Her climax slammed into her forcefully. Before her body stopped clenching, he was inside of her.

  “Oh my GAWD!” she screamed, clutching him to her. “Lakon! OH!” Tears were streaming down her face.

  “Mine!” he growled beginning to move inside of her.

  After a few thrusts, he pulled out of her.

  “Lakon!” she squeaked.

  “Mate with me?” he sounded very guttural.

  “Yes? Yes! Don’t stop!” she moaned.

  He turned her over and pulled his pillows under her tummy. He tugged her to the edge of the bed. Threading his fingers through hers, he covered her with his body. She could feel his large erection against her thigh. He licked her neck.

  Slowly, he entered her from behind. He lightly clamped his teeth on the muscle between her right shoulder and neck. His body covered hers and he began thrusting into her. He grasped a breast in one hand and rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he thrust.

  “Oh, Lakon, I like that so much. Ahhhh!” she moaned to him.

  “Mine, MINE!” he growled, pounding harder and clamping his teeth more firmly into her shoulder.