by Jayha Leigh
He knew that Aloha wouldn’t give in, regardless of how bad she wanted to. Although he wanted her, he had to be careful of her feelings. She wasn’t prideful, but she was a woman who despite her quirkiness, quick temper, and atrocious sense of color, had a great deal of dignity about her. As much as he wanted her, he wouldn’t do anything that made her feel less than the beautiful woman she was, or cause her to question what he thought of her. He didn’t plan on letting her deny him; he simply had to make her want him as much as he wanted her.
Taking up a position behind her, he sat quietly and allowed her to play her game. He spoke softly to her asking about her game knowing that his voice got to her.
“You know we have to talk about this, angel.”
“I have to finish this level first,” she answered without looking at him.
Dropping his voice an octave, he responded. “I understand. I’ll wait a little longer.”
“’Kay,” she answered without even looking at him.
Patience may have been a virtue but it was also kicking his ass right now. It only took an hour for him to realize that Aloha had no intentions of abandoning her game anytime soon. God created the entire world and everything in it in six days, yet Aloha was still on the same level of her game. Every time he asked if she was almost done he was gifted with another increment of time. He noticed that she had a thing for patterns. She went through all of the prime numbers. ‘Give me one minute, give me two minutes, give me three minutes, and give me five minutes.’ It took him a few moments, but he soon realized that she now worked through increments of time that were multiples of three. After being told to wait for fifteen more minutes, Ianikut kicked his game up another notch, before she had a chance to delay him yet again. He gently nipped her neck. When she merely moved her head aside to accommodate his lips, he reached around her and palmed her breasts. He smiled when she arched into him, giving him better access to what was his.
“Eighteen more minutes?” He asked knowing by her breathing that she wasn’t thinking about her game or the plasma.
“What?”
“How long until you’re finished?” he whispered into her ear.
“I’m almost done,” she breathed.
“Are you sure?”
“Yessssssss. Why?”
“Because in a moment you’re not going to be able to concentrate on the game,” he answered smoothly.
“Why not?” she asked, hitting Pause.
“Because I’m going to do this,” he replied while smoothly pulling her from the sofa and spreading her out on the floor.
“Oh, yes.”
“I need to take you to our bedroom, for only silk should touch that glorious body,” he rasped, even though he doubted his ability to wait that long to have her. He had an overwhelming need to dominate her, to witness her surrender and her subsequent acknowledgment of him as her man.
“Ianikut,” she half-moaned and half-protested.
Her semi-protest brought out the beast in him. She belonged to him. He was the Ianikut Maksim Aleksandrovich, and she was his angel ‑‑ his and no other man’s…and there was no way in hell that he was going to let her escape him. His angel had a temper, but as fiery as it was it could not stand against his need to have her.
“So, when will you be marrying me, angel moya?” he asked, nibbling her ear. ‘If’ was not an option he was willing to entertain.
“Ianikut, leave me alone,” she moaned as he pleasured her.
“That ceased being an option long ago, angel,” he said as he took a nipple in his mouth.
“I’m mad at you.”
“I understand, but I’d like a yes to my question if you please.” He stopped kissing her long enough to breathe.
“That’s the thing about questions. One can answer it in the affirmative or the negative,” she paused to arch into his talented mouth, “and at their leisure.”
“That may be true under most circumstances…but not this time. Any answer other than yes is unacceptable. In fact, I will be displeased with anything other than an emphatic ‘yes.’”
“You’re just selfish and used to having your own damn way,” Aloha moaned.
“From our numerous conversations you must know that the only time that I’m selfish is when it comes to you, angel,” he said as he inserted two fingers into her cunt.
“If you’re referring to your grunts of appreciation, your sighs of longing, or your roars of completion as conversation, something is really wrong in your head,” she panted.
“Think harder, angel. What did I ask you as I made love to you?”
“The same thing that I asked you as I fucked your brains out, which is why you must be acting as if you don’t have any sense right now,” she threw back.
Ianikut smiled at her sass, but plowed on determinedly. “What did I say when you mentioned going home?” He asked as he pulled her tighter to him and rubbed his throbbing cock against her.
“You said that I was already home.”
“And I meant it, angel.”
“Whatever, Ianikut. Now, put your finger back in my pussy,” she replied as she moaned in pleasure at the friction of Ianikut’s cock against her ass.
Ianikut would settle for nothing less than an unequivocal yes and a date that was within a few weeks at the latest. “How about if I put my big cock in your cunt? Hmm?”
“You know what? The percentage of me consenting to marry you is steadily dropping.”
The beast was now completely out. “Angel, I’ve tried to be patient. I’ve tried to be a gentleman. I’ve tried to give you a choice, but you push me too far. You will marry me and that is that! Know this: you will be my wife even if I have to pull every dirty trick in the book. That means if I have to impregnate you, hold your Ferrari hostage, buy out the company that makes your favorite video game and put production on hold indefinitely, I will do it!” he roared as he positioned her under him and plunged into her in one motion.
Catching her breath, she asked, “Did you just threaten me into marrying you?”
“No, angel, I did not threaten you into marrying me, although that can be arranged if that’s what it takes. I demanded that you marry me ‑‑ there’s a difference. You will be my wife,” he panted as he rammed into her.
* * * * *
“Oh, goodness!” Aloha screamed out in pleasure and shock. She had been so mad that she had missed him undressing her and himself. Damn vampire and his powers. His powers were the only reason she didn’t get up and kick his ass. Well, that and the fact that his cock was lodged so firmly within her she bet an E-N-T doctor could see the head of his cock via her throat. She couldn’t say anything but moan and sigh between pants. If someone didn’t know better, they’d think that she was in labor, had a stuttering problem, and that she was arguing with the father-to-be who was part animal.
“Ianikut,” she panted in time with his growls.
“Ianikut,” she moaned backup to his roars. “Ianikut! Ohhhh,” she whispered in time with his roars before they both lapsed into silence.
Aloha was stunned silly. Ianikut had just fucked her so completely she wasn’t even interested in the plasma. She could only stare at the man crouched above her. Hair in disarray, fangs fully extended, eyes daring her to deny him. He was the most masculine, beautiful, exciting thing she had ever witnessed…and it was all for her. All of it. All six feet seven inches and two hundred and fifty pounds of alpha vampire and oh my goodness Duke (gag) fan. She was going to have a mixed-marriage…one Carolina fan and one Duke fan. What would the good people of the great state of North Carolina say about that? She’d never be able to trek along Highway 15-501 again. Who the hell cares? Fucking Ianikut will more than make up for that, her heart threw in.
* * * * *
Ianikut balanced his weight on his elbows careful of his petite angel. He hadn’t meant to lose control like he did, but he found that he had precious little control around her. Looking at her, he wondered what she thought. One could never tell what
her brilliant, lunatic mind would come up with. Was she contemplating his death? Did she fear him? When was she going to marry him willingly? He was about to ask her when she spoke.
“If I have a carpet burn on my back, I’m not giving you any pussy for a month!”
“Zhenites' na mne! Marry me,” he demanded. Tell her that you love her you idiot, his heart reminded him. “Ti nuzhnA mne (I need you). Ya tebyA lyublyU (I love you). Ja ne mogu zhit' bez vas (I can’t live without you). Ya bUdu vsegdA lyubIt' tebyA (I will always love you). Dajte mne vashu vljublennost' (Give me your love),” he pleaded.
“You know damn well that I’m going to marry you. Now, leave me the hell alone because I’m still mad at you. And our kids are going to Carolina, and that’s that.”
And that was how the Ianikut Maksim Aleksandrovich proposed to Aloha and that was how the Aloha Carrington answered. He couldn’t wait to one day tell their children the tale.
Ianikut made love to her all day long and elicited her promise to marry him before delivering each cataclysmic climax. Even sleep didn’t deter Ianikut from his mission. He woke her several times and made the same request although she had answered yes every time: “Zhenites' na mne. Marry me.”
“Ianikut, what?” she began before his tongue engaged hers so that the only thing that could slip out was the chorus of her moans. He wasn’t sure when it had gone demand or if it had ever been anything but a demand. Ianikut wasn’t satisfied with a simple yes to his request-demand; he wanted her to answer in the affirmative, without hesitation, in her sleep, until it became an automatic response. It had become a chorus: “Marry me. Who do you belong to?” He would only accept two responses: “Yes, Ianikut. You, Ianikut.”
* * * * *
Aloha was pretty much a hostage ‑‑ a willing one, but a hostage, nonetheless ‑‑ to Ianikut’s ravenous sexual appetite. She’d fall asleep in his arms and wake up wrapped in his strength. Ianikut wasn’t a passive lover. He was fully committed to giving her pleasure upon pleasure. Every. Single. Time. Though she loved the intensity of his lovemaking, it’d be hard to get anything done if she constantly had 250 pounds of domineering Russian between her thighs. And as good as his loving was and as much as she hungered for him, craved him, and loved him, she needed to be more than just Ianikut’s woman. She was an accomplished woman and had many interests, which is why she decided to call Atlanta and have her come get her. She needed a dose of her craziness and needed to check that Evil Twins still stood.
Atlanta had her laughing as soon as she climbed into her truck. Only Atlanta would have a half gallon of iced-tea, a box of glazed doughnuts and two containers of grits in the center console. Despite her misgivings about her driving and mixing a sweet drink with glaze, she was glad she decided to go out. If she’d stayed in, she would’ve missed a glorious day, an unexpected appearance by Zuri…and the big motherfucker that Zuri dragged into Evil Twins.
Hannes Sighelm was built like a freaking armored vehicle and had piercing golden eyes. He seemed to be a decent fellow, but until he received the Posse seal of approval, he was an ass-whipping waiting to happen. Though she wanted some more of Ianikut’s attention, she knew that Silana was going to call for the lunch and that she was going to go. Chuckling, she couldn’t wait to hear what Zuri had to say for herself. It was nice to have someone else under the microscope of the Posse.
Though she may’ve anticipated the Posse’s response to the intriguing Austrian, she had no idea that Ianikut would have such an intense response. By four p.m. she was exhausted. It wasn’t that she was soft; it was the fact that she wasn’t a morning person. It was also the fact that Ianikut had spoiled her with his pampering. Her body didn’t appreciate getting up so damn early unless it involved Ianikut loving her right back to sleep. Sighing, she called herself all kinds of stupid for leaving his bed and putting her nose back to the grindstone. Her job was more mentally-taxing than physically-taxing, however she must’ve looked like shit warmed over because Atlanta directed her to the office with instructions to nap.
“I can’t believe that you’ve allowed a Duke alum to make you go all soft on me,” Atlanta tsk-tsked before throwing a blanket on top of her and dimming the lights.
“Viking whore,” Aloha threw back.
“Just Steele’s. Now go to sleep so I don’t have to keep explaining to people why you’re hobbling around like you’ve been on horseback for weeks on end.”
“When I get up, I’m kicking your ass.”
“By the time you get up, Imax will be here and have you on your back again.”
“You are evil.”
“Nope,” Atlanta denied, pointing to her imaginary halo.
*****
When Aloha awoke, Ianikut was indeed there. Taking a moment, she simply watched him watch her. She liked the way he looked at her.
“Why are you here?”
“I was summoned by your evil twin.”
Making a noise of disgust, she replied. “I’m fine, Ianikut.”
“Angel, you’re exhausted. Why didn’t you tell me that you weren’t feeling well.”
“I’m fine, Ianikut.”
“No, angel. You’re beautiful,” he said as he approached her. Dragging her into his embrace, he sniffed and everything within him stilled.
Aloha felt him tense beneath her. “Ianikut? What’s wrong?”
“What male has been so close to you?”
“What?”
“Some male has been close to you. Who is he and why is he encroaching on my territory?”
“Ianikut, you’re out of line. And I’m working in a public establishment, so of course, males are going to be near me.”
“This male smells different.”
“Ianikut, you’re being a dick. Leave me alone.”
“I shall never leave you alone, angel. You’re mine. I’m not accusing you of anything. I merely want to know who this male is.”
“Well, you can find out on your fucking own because I’m through with this conversation,” she said.
Ianikut gently grabbed her arm as she walked past him. “Are you coming home?”
Aloha stopped. She wondered if he realized what he said. He’d asked if she was coming home. Looking into his eyes, she glimpsed his ever-present arrogance, but she also saw uncertainty.
“Oh, yes, because we’re about to have our first fight, and you’re about to learn how to lose graciously.”
“I never lose, angel.”
“That’s because you’ve never had me as an opponent.”
Chapter Seventeen
They did indeed have their argument. And she did indeed win simply because her argument was dead-on accurate and because she didn’t give Ianikut a chance to talk, which he pointed out.
“Are you going to give me an opportunity to speak?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’ll only say something stupid, which I will have to respond to, which in turn will lengthen this discussion.”
“But I may have something to say that you’d like to hear.”
“Is it the words ‘Aloha, I apologize for being a complete ass, and I will endeavor not to anger you again, and as penance I shall be your love slave and do whatever you wish’?”
“I’m always your love slave and I will always endeavor to please you.”
“Not exactly what I wanted to hear, but that’s a start.”
“It has come to my attention that you really enjoy having your way.”
“Are we playing ‘let’s state the obvious’ because if we are, then, let me add that it has come to my attention that you’re tall.”
“And good-looking.”
“And arrogant.”
“And in love with you.”
“Obviously, you have fan-freaking-tastic taste.”
“Yes, angel. I do,” he said as he kissed her.
* * * * *
Aloha enjoyed Ianikut’s tender lovemaking and his thorough pampering. When she finally drifted off
to sleep, she had a smile on her face…and so did Ianikut. She woke a few hours later, feeling nauseous. She tried to be quiet, but Ianikut and his supersonic hearing heard her moan.
“Angel, where are you hurt?”
“Leave me alone, Ianikut.”
Of course he ignored her and said, “No.”
Blowing out a sigh, she turned to him. “Ianikut, leave me alone and let me sleep.”
“You can sleep, after I’ve tended to you. Now, tell me what’s wrong.”
“Fine, whatever. I feel sick. My stomach feels as if an alien is trying to claw out of my body.”
“How much candy did you eat?”
“Ianikut, can you be helpful and either get me some antacids or give me peace.”
“I don’t carry antacids, but I’ll procure some. Do not move from that bed,” he ordered.
Flipping him the bird, she buried her head under the covers and concentrated on not throwing up the three bags of tootsie rolls she’d consumed when Ianikut wasn’t looking. So focused on breathing, she didn’t realize that Ianikut had entered the room until he set the meds and a glass of water next to her. He only wore a towel and though he was looking all kinds of hot she hoped that he didn’t go to the store like that.
“Please tell me that you didn’t go to the store dressed like that.”
“Of course, I didn’t, angel. Now take these,” he said as he shoved the antacids at her.
“Um, then, how did you get this?” she asked, tossing back the pills and chasing them with water.
“I called Zhenechka.”
“The store’s not even fifteen minutes away.”
“Leaving you alone when you’re not well is out of the question.”
Aloha knew that it was pointless to argue the point. “Is Zhenechka mad at me?”
“Has he ever been mad at you? He’s probably busy plotting my demise, so that he can have you for himself,” Ianikut mumbled in a disgruntled tone.
“Why are you crazy?” she asked in disbelief. “Did you consider that he might’ve been entertaining a young woman himself?”
“Like I care. It’s his duty to see to your needs in my absence or at my request.”