Dark Awakening (7 page)

Suddenly she froze. "Wait, wait. Stop!" He did so immediately, his mouth flattening into a hard line. "A condom. We need a condom. We didn't use one before. I was too...well, you know. We can't do this without a condom."

Rome's brow furrowed and Alison watched him frown. "No. It is against the lykaen way and you know it. I will not have that
unnatural
substance inside your body. Only you and me." He
punctuated
his point by sliding in heavily. She moaned but shook her head.

"No, I used to make John wear one. I don't want to get pregnant, Rome. Don't you get that? It would be awful for me. For so many reasons."

"Baby, I'm already inside you. I've already come inside you before. Now relax honey and let me ease you.
Don’t worry about it.
" He retreated and advanced, loving the feel of her walls clamping down on him.

Her hands latched onto his back, her hips arched toward his in a rocking motion. He hit a particularly good spot and she moaned. "Then, uh, promise,
ohh
right there
, to pull out." He growled what sounded like a curse and stacked her ankles up on his shoulders, his cock never
leaving her body.

From this position everything was tighter, all the pleasure inside her coiled like a rope ready to break loose. He didn't
hold  back
, he leaned forward on one arm and held her breast with the other as his hips hammered into her with brutal, unrelenting strokes that pushed her closer and closer to the edge. She cried out his name, begged him for more,
not to stop, uncaring
of how emotional she was being.

He seemed to like it. Sweat pooled along his brow and dropped to his temples before splashing onto her breasts. To see him so worked up over her pushed her just a mere step away from falling.

As her orgasm exploded through her, shaking her, she still had no idea if he'd pull out. Her legs shook until one of them fell off his sweaty shoulder. He groaned and threw his head back, the tendons in his neck tightening.

Rome
shoved
through her quivering pussy feeling each ripple of her orgasm tickle his own from him. As the last ripple
faded,
he slammed in two, three more times into her tight, wet heat. He barely managed to withdraw in time. He grabbed his cock and pumped the hard wet flesh until jets of his cum sprayed her breasts and stomach.

Alison moaned at his essence. She wanted to touch the creamy wetness and rub it around her breasts. She watched him collapse next to her, his face stuffed into a pillow and smiled in pride. Y
e
ah, I did that! She wanted to stand up and dance a jig, but felt that might retract her appeal, so instead she went to the bathroom to clean her stomach.

She heard a floorboard creak behind her and turned to see Rome coming up behind her. She had only a moment to see him standing, tall, strong, and naked before he cornered her in his heat. He wrapped his arms around her and grabbed a washcloth from the sink. Alison closed her eyes
and leaned back into his strong body. She heard water running and then felt the soft brush of wet cloth against her stomach.

"If you would have let me finish inside you then we could still be laying in bed right now." His words hoarse from his orgasm. God, he was so warm. How could anyone produce that much heat? She could easily wrap her body around his and lay in the snow and the
snow would melt
around them.

She wanted to be mad at him for what he said. Acting
like
he'd have a child with her, as if it wasn't a big deal. But she couldn't summon the energy, especially not when he was carefully cleaning her stomach causing all sorts of sensations spinning through her.

"You've already come inside me
once,
you know what can become of it. And I'm sure you know why I can't let that happen." She watched his eyes in the mirror. His hand stilled over her stomach and his eyes turned blank before looking away. He shrugged and dropped the washcloth, it landed
with
a wet splash.

"Wait," she said when he turned to leave. He looked back at her, his face passive and blank. She hated that she'd put that look there. She yearned to fix it, but didn't know what she'd said. Did he want to finish inside her to actually risk getting her pregnant? The idea was more than a little startling.

For one, Rome didn't seem like the type ready to settle down for fatherhood and
a
bonding ceremony. Whether out of guilt or something else, she decided to be honest with him. "If it makes any difference, I loved it when you came inside me...before." Her face flushed hot and turned to make herself busy with folding the wet washcloth into a square.

Fingers curled over her cheek, turning her face towards his. He smiled and that motion alone made her feel
infinitesimally
better. "I loved it, too. I also like you a lot. I want to know you
better. I want to know everything about you."

Alison closed her gaping mouth and swallowed, hard. "I can't like you."
She closed her eyes, but when she opened them, he was still there.
God, did the man ever not look so kind and, well, roguish?

"And that, Alison, is why I want to know you better."

He turned and left the room, leaving Alison to ponder
what the hell
she'd gotten herself into.

Chapter
8

Some animal was growling in the room.
Sleep faded at the sound of danger.
Alison popped her eyes open and darted a glance around the room. She heard the noise again and looked down to see it was her stomach.

The other side of the bed was empty and cold
. She told herself that it wasn't the empty, cold
bedside
that left her stomach feeling
like
it just fell through the floor. She was just hungry, that's all. It took her several minutes of searching to find her red satin nightgown.
             

She blushed remembering his
order for
her up on the bed, then licking her sex as if he
liked
it. No, like was didn't begin to describe it, he acted as though he had to lick her sex or he'd die. No man had ever touched her like that, made her feel such an intense orgasm. Her sex pulsed with heat, warning her that her thoughts were turning her on.

Wishing she had a baggy
hoodie
and jeans
now
, she went in search of Rome. It didn't take long. She heard the distinct clicking of typing down the hall and followed the sound until she reached
an
office. He sat at a
long
wooden desk that held stacks of paper, a large computer monitor, phone, and coffee cup. He still hadn't noticed her so she took a moment to study the room.

His desk chair was brown leather and looked worn with years of use. Only one window provided any natural light, but the blind
s
and curtains
were closed
so the only light was the dimmer overhead one.
Two bookshelves nearly as high as the ceiling lined the opposite wall by his computer desk. They were packed full, some even double stacked with books blocking the others out.

Innate curiosity had her wandering to the bookcase and reading the titles. She heard the
clicking stop, but didn't turn around. She heard his chair roll as he got up, but she pretended to ignore him and studied the books.
It was like trying to ignore a panther in the same room as you.

Encyclopedias
, dictionaries, thesauruses, contemporary science, mathematics,
computer-programming
books. Alison shudd
ered at the amount of texts before her, especially non-fiction. She hated to read, although seldom did she
admit that. It was like
committing
a
blaspheme
.
             
People frowned at her and looked at her as if she was some malformed alien insect. So she usually lied and said she liked to read fiction. She wasn't proud of herself, but it was better than seeing the shocked scorn on people's faces
. Plus it keeps from
having to hear about which authors she just needs to try
.
             

She felt heat behind her. "I'm afraid I don't have much of an interesting collection. Do you like to read?" Alison pretended to study the author of the dictionary for a moment before straightening.

"No, actually I don't." She
didn't mean to tell the truth, and she really hadn’t meant to say it with such vehemence.
She looked behind her to see his lips fighting a grin.

"Me too."

She gave him a look that said
yeah right
and rolled her eyes.
"Then why do you have so many books. I mean this isn't just one bookshelf full, this is two,
and
they are stacked in front of each other so you have twice as many,
and
you have even more stacked sideways on top of those."

H
e
laughed again and reached over her should to grab one off the shelf. "I'm a computer scientist. I kept
many
of my books from college,
though
many are outdated by today's programming standards. However as new editions come out of let's say, Java or C++,
then
I need to be alert of the changes. It's what I get paid to do."

"What's see plus
plus
?"

He flipped through the book, turned to a page, and showed it to her.
"That looks like a bunch of random letters and numbers to me
,
"
she said.

"Of course,
however,
what I see is a basic program for creating
word
processing software. See, each program you use on a computer has to be created using different kinds of code. C++ is just one of them, one of the oldest too."

"So is that what you do? Make computer programs?"

He shrugged. "Among other things."

"Who do you work for?"

"Right now I have a contract with the
Department of Defense
. I have a deadline coming up, that's why I left the bed earlier." He grabbed her hips and suddenly she found herself crowded against the bookshelf, his mouth hot on hers. He broke the kiss and dove down to bury his face in her neck, breathing deep. "It was one of the hardest things I ever had to do."

Alison tried to ignore his words, but was afraid they were forever etched in her memory. Her stomach saved her from
acknowledging
his words when it growled.

He laughed and pressed a kiss to her neck. "That sounded like a bear about to kill a man."

She bit her lip to keep from laughing. "Do you like to eat?" He raised his head slowly and stared at her.

"Yes, I find food quite e
njoyable”—he looked like he was fighting not to laugh—“
Why don't you let me make something for you?"

"
That’s not what I meant
! I mean, I cook. It's what I do.
Want some breakfast
?" He arched a brow and nodded. She moved to pass him, but he stopped her by cupping
a
breast through her nightgown. She stifled a moan as her nipple instantly responded to his touch, hardening in his hot
palm. He watched her expression as he pinched and tugged the peak. Only
after she gasped and flushed with arousal did he let her
go.

"I'm not done with you Alison, and don't forget that I have questions for y
ou. And I expect honest answers
or else." She left the room and his threatening words on quick feet.

* * *

Rome watched Alison moved around his kitchen as if she'd been his cook for years. She found all the utensils, pots, pans, and food
like
she’d put them there herself
. She even managed to find a
cheese
grater he didn't even know he had.

Watching her move around his kitchen made him feel something he'd never felt before, it was
like
he had another purpose now. To do what though, he had no idea. But he was betting it wasn't just to eat whatever it was she was making.

Damn it smelled good in here.
The skillet sizzled as she dropped a dollop of butter in it
. She added chopped onion and vegetables and soon the kitchen blazed with delicious scents. She opened his fridge and bent down to grab the milk, revealing her round cheeks to perfect
ion
. He groaned and ran a hand over his hard cock.