Dark Awakening (9 page)

He growled at the sight of her. Her breasts were
round, supple
and her nipples several shades darker than her pale skin. He palmed a pale mound and lifted the hard tip to his mouth. He lavished her nipple
with
flat-tongued
kisses
before sucking the tip into the hot heat of his mouth.

She melted in his arms,
turned
into a primal animal that craved only one thing. He switched to the other breast
just
as two long fingers curved around her wet pussy, then pushed inside.

"Oh,
G
od!" she cried out,
and clamped him
to her breast as if to keep him there. His fingers began driving in and
out.
S
ensations ricocheted through her, blinding her with pleasure
.
Too fast, too soon.
Shuddering hard, s
he e
rupted over his thrusting fingers in a hot
, creamy flood
.

"God damn, baby," he groaned over her breast, his own breath coming in heavy pants. Her
pussy clamped on his wiggling fingers, capturing them. He raised himself over her body and took in her flushed cheeks and chest, her nipples
red
from his sucking.

He pulled his fingers from her body and petted her wet pussy in gentle, light strokes. With each
caress,
he grazed her clitoris,
causing
her hips
to
ris
e
like waves. She looked at him from between hooded lashes and felt bewitched.

Her glasses were still perched on her nose, though in her orgasm they had twisted a little and now sat crooked. He'd never seen anything hotter. He
swallowed
hard and curled his fingers back into her pussy, pushing and retreating, teasing himself with the knowledge that he'd be fucking her soon.

"You know you look like a naughty librarian. Like you just fucked a customer in the back of the some book aisle." He licked his lips thinking that taking her in such an interesting location wouldn't be such a bad idea, and judging from the flare of heat he saw in her eyes, she was thinking the same thing.

Her eyes flicked down his body, tracing the path of chest hair. Where the hair on his head was the color of wheat, the hair on his chest that trailed to a delicious thin line at his belly button was the color of cedar. His cock stood proudly from his hips, shiny
liquid
covering the tip.

His hands cupped her breasts, tugged her nipples, before
sliding warmly down her stomach,
and
over
rounded hips to squeeze her thighs and press them wide.

"I love your thighs, baby. Round, soft, and perfect." He held her inner thigh in his big hands and squeeze
d
said flesh. "God I want you so bad,
lumara
."

"Then take me."
He didn’t need to be told twice.

He pulled her to the edge of the table and pushed her legs open, step
ping
between them. "Stay just like that." He watched her pussy with dark, blazing eyes as he pushed his jeans down
to his ankles. He bent down
to her pussy and gave one slow
sweep of his tongue over her
soft pussy lips
.

"Rome!"
Just as she shouted, h
e
stood,
positioned himself
,
and
shoved
into her
. Her pussy was slick
with
creamy
passion.
Her wet channel was so tight he had to work
to push
his cock through it.

Finally filling her all the way
, h
e thrust into her with the hard, urgent thrusts of a man seeking
release
. Alison cried out at the fullness inside her, loving the way he seemed to reach all of her. He stayed above her, pinning her down by her
thighs,
holding her still for his hammering thrusts.

Rome closed his eyes and let his head fall back
, husky groans
emanating
from him
.
A steady tremor
built inside
Alison with each thrust. She hissed in a breath and held
it
as her pussy clenched down hard on his moving cock and pleasure shot through her body like
an explosion
. She screamed her orgasm
and he
shouted with her, slamming in one last time and coming hard and deep inside her.
She felt his semen jetting hot and long inside her.

Alison struggled to breath, struggled to recall why this was wrong. He pulled out of her and leaned over her, cuddling over her. She felt the unmistakable feeling of
semen
dripping
down her thighs.

"You came inside me!"

Rome pulled himself up to his arms and took in her furrowed brow, glowing eyes, and clamped lips. "Baby, don't be angry. I don't think when I'm with you, when I'm touching you.
I love coming
inside you.
And you love it, too
.
"

“And when I’m pregnant will you be so cool about it?”

His expression turned dark and serious.

“Yeah, I didn’t think so.”

Chapter
10

With Rome's words still ringing in her ears,
Alison
finished
making arrangements
with her landlord
. She also
called her
sous
chef,
Cassie, to let her know the café
would be closed for
the
few days. She had enough bankroll to pay
Cassie
for her missed work, but her own personal finances weren't quite so nice.

After her last encounter with Rome, her breeding cycle had completed
its
course. It was by far the shortest she'd ever had. She'd heard that stress and other traumatic events
could
alter the female's breeding cycle. Maybe that's what happened to her.

She dressed from her shower feeling hollow inside.
S
he couldn't get Rome out of her mind. He wasn't what she thought he'd be--not that she'd spent a lot of time thinking about him in the past two months. No, not at all.

There was more to him than she'd expected and the more she learned about him...the more she liked. He was too dangerous. The whole situation was way out of her league. She wasn't ready for him, ready for a relationship or
whatever
it
was
he was offering.

"
Shit
," she muttered, pulling on her flat-soled shoes. Now she really was kidding herself. He wasn't offering her anything. He'd never made any signs of commitment or interest other than bedding her during her cycle. Hell, most lykaen males would offer up
his
services. He was just doing his duty.

A honk sounded outside. Alison grabb
ed her purse and left the cabin
eager to escape the short walls.
And t
he thoughts of Rome. Sarina waved happily from the driver's seat, and two very large men sat
looking unhappy in the backseat.

"Who
are these guys?" asked Alison, taking
the passenger seat.

"Oh, that's Gerome on the left and Teddy on the right. His real name's Jason, but he's big like a bear and sweet like candy so I call him Teddy. He hates," Sarina whispered loudly.

Alison looked back at Teddy
and saw
his lips fighting a
smile;
the other guard's shoulders were shaking with
suppressed laughter
.

"I see. Do they follow you everywhere you go now that you're Queen of the pack?"

Sarina shook her head. "Nope, they're here for you. Vane insisted. He wanted to send Bruno and Kevlar too, but I told him no way unless he buys a mini-van."

Alison relaxed into her seat and laughed.
"Tell me that isn't their real names either."

"Of course not, I've nicknamed the whole lot of sentry guards. I have that kind of time, you
know.
So what's on the agenda today? Are we going to the apartment first or do you want to check on the
café
?"

Alison thought about it for a moment. "Apartment first. I'm not going to live there anymore.
I can't, not
knowing...what he did, you
know?
I'll have to buy out of my lease and pack up my stuff."

"Rome already suggested to Vane that we hire some men to do that for you. Why don't we do that? It'll save you the hassle of boxing up everything."

Everything that isn't broken. "Y
e
ah, I guess that's fine, though I don't see why
Rome had to step in like that
."

Sarina turned onto the highway before arching a thin brow at Alison. "
You don’t, do
ya
? Well, a little
birdie
told me that your little friend John was sent packing the other night and you spent the night with Rome."

Alison couldn't stop the blush that flushed her cheeks. She turned away to stare at
the passing trees
like
she’d never see one before.

"Oh my G
od! You did! Holy
hell,
how was it?
Tell me everything
,
spare no details
. I mean, let's be honest, the man looks like a
Viking
gladiator or something. He seems
to like you
too."

Alison glared at her friend. "And how would you know that? And to set the record straight he doesn't 'like' me. He just helped me during my breeding cycle. Now that it's over everything will be fine."

Sarina snorted with laughter.
"Do you actually hear yourself?
He punched John in the face!
He just helped me during my breeding cycle'," Sarina mimicked in a high-pitched voice. "Y
e
ah, I'm sure he was just helping you to orgasm like
crazy
out of the kindness of his heart. I'm sure he was just
sexing
you
up
out of his sense of honor and duty. Alison, I saw the way he looked at you at my wedding and then the other day. The
man has
something going on for you. I haven't known him long enough to know
for certain
, but it's
something.
" She pulled into the Crossroads apartment complex and parked the car.

Alison bit off the corner of her pinky nail, and tore it into a jagged crescent. "How would you know he made me orgasm like that?" she asked grumpily.

Sarina turned to give her a
duh
look. "Honey, he's Vane's brother. Vane can make me squeal with just his fingertips. I'm sure Rome has at least some of the same traits."

The guards in the back muttered something like
Christ, not again
and escaped the vehicle
like
it was on fire.

Sarina held out her hands at the guard's reaction, her jaw open and shook her head
as if to say
can you believe these
guys
?

They left the car and walked down the narrow sidewalk to the Leasing and Office building. Alison
cringed at
the sight of
her balcony
and
what
waited for her
behind it
.

"How do you he looks at me a certain way? How do you know he doesn't look at all women
the same?" Alison glanced behind her quickly to see if the guard's were paying attention to their conversation. They both watched the
environment
like trained
predators,
if they heard her silly question then they pretended not to.

"I've
met his fling Sandra before. Or was it Sandy...Cindy,
hm
, I don't know.
I only met her a few days after the wedding, but I haven’t see
n
or heard about her since,
so I figured he'd tossed her to the side." Alison couldn't hide her grimace before Sarina caught it. Her eyes opened in alarm. "Oh no, listen, I'm sure he's not still seeing her. I don't think he's a scumbag. Besides, that's what I was talking
abo
ut
. The way he looked at her wasn’t anything special
. But the way he looks at you, it's like he's seeing something he wants,
bad.
"