Lust
LUST
THE ALLURE CHRONICLES
ALYSSA ROSE IVY
CONTENTS
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
8.
9.
10.
Daisy
11.
Daisy
12.
Owen
13.
Daisy
14.
Owen
15.
Daisy
16.
Owen
17.
Daisy
18.
Owen
19.
Daisy
20.
Daisy
21.
Owen
22.
Daisy
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PREFACE
Ihad no real choice. Only one
answer was acceptable¸ yet giving
it meant losing everything and
anything I cared about. It meant
losing Owen, and it meant losing
myself.
"Daisy?" Owen looked deep into
my eyes.
"I love you." I didn't think, I
didn't question. I crushed my lips
against his, needing to soak up his
taste and feel. He responded
immediately, deepening the kiss as
he wrapped me up in his arms.
Always and forever. Our
promised words swirled through my
head. Promised words that couldn't
possibly be true. But in that
moment it didn't matter. The truth
couldn't hurt us. Only time could.
1
DAISY
Ihalf expected him to walk away.
People are good at promising
things. The promise is the easy
part. Keeping the promise takes
more work. Yet there he was,
driving us from Arizona to New
Orleans in a borrowed car that had
seen better days. Owen had talked
to a friend of a friend he knew in
the area. I didn’t have any other
ideas, and at least he wasn’t
manipulating anyone to get it. I’d
had the urge. A small one I was
able to dampen by walking away,
but it was there, and that reality
scared me. It was another reminder
that I was no longer completely
human.
“You okay?” Owen put a hand
on my leg. I was already used to his
touch. I wasn’t sure how I’d
managed so many years without it.
I also wasn’t sure how I could ever
manage without it in the future.
I wanted to pretend nothing had
changed, that I wasn’t going to lose
my ability to feel, but that crazy
thought seemed more and more
possible. My emotions were going
haywire, and more often than not, I
didn’t feel like myself.
“Okay enough.” I kept my voice
level even though I felt anything
but calm. If I didn’t know about the
Allure essence I’d have assumed I
was having a hormonal imbalance.
These mood swings made my PMS
complaints seem like a joke.
“That’s not good enough.” He
took his eyes off the road long
enough to give me a worried once
over.
“Would you prefer I lied?” I
didn’t want to be rude to him. I
wanted to be all sugar and light,
but I couldn’t be. Not now.
“No, I want you to relax.”
“Relax? I just found out my life
as I know it is over.”
“It’s been over for years.” His
voice was flat, but I knew it wasn’t
indifference. He was trying to reign
in his true feelings as much as I
was.
“True.” A smile slipped out
despite my sour mood. Owen was
good at making that happen.
“We’re going to fix this. We’re
going to fix everything. And after
that we’re going to work on us.” He
squeezed my thigh lightly. There
was nothing overtly sexual about
the action, but that’s exactly where
my thoughts begged to go. I’d only
had a small taste of him. I wanted
more. I wanted more of everything,
in bed and out.
“Work on us?” I raised an
eyebrow. “I wasn’t aware there was
anything to fix.” Everything causing
our problems was external, or in my
case internal, but having nothing to
do with my true thoughts or
feelings about him. We were solid.
“That came out wrong.” A
panicked look crossed his face.
“There is nothing about us to fix. I
mean focus on us.”
“Gotcha.” I smiled again. His
concern over upsetting me was
cute.
“We deserve some quality time.”
“I still can’t believe I’m sitting
next to you.” I relaxed against the
seat. Dingy or not, the car was
taking us toward help. We needed
any of it we could get.
“That makes two of us.” He took
my hand in his. “The thing is
though; there is nowhere else I’d
want to be.”
“You’d rather be flying.” I wasn’t
sure why I kept trying to sabotage
things, but my emotions didn’t give
me a choice. They changed and
pushed me to say things I didn’t
want to mean. But I did mean
them, even if another voice inside
of me was screaming that I
shouldn’t.
“Ok. I’d rather be flying—with
you. Or in bed with you for that
matter.”
My body warmed thinking about
all the things I wanted to do in bed
with him. “I’m with you there.”
“Maybe that’s what you need,
huh?” He winked.
“You think you can cure my
stress with sex?” As wonderful and
enticing of a thought as it was, my
luck wasn’t that good.
“I know I can. If we weren’t in a
rush…”
“If we were in a rush we could
have flown.” I closed my eyes and
imagined the sensation of flying.
The wind all around us. The feel of
his body pressed against mine.
“We needed some time before
we got there.”
“We did.” I squeezed his hand.
“I’m sorry. This isn’t me. I’m not
obnoxious and mean.”
“I know. I know who you are.”
There wasn’t a hint of wavering in
his voice. He still saw the real me,
even if it was getting more and
more buried by the minute.
“Or who I was… ugh.”
“You are still you. We’ll get rid
of the other stuff.” He changed
lanes to pass a slow moving car.
“Are you always this optimistic?”
He laughed. “No. I’m usually
considered the opposite. My friends
give me a hard time about my
unrelenting realism.”
“Then how can you be so
confident right now?” I envied his
confidence. I wondered where I’d
have been without him. Probably in
a ditch waiting out the last days of
my humanity.
He slowed down and moved into
the exit lane.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to remind you of
where my confidence comes from.”
“Owen…” Needing time together
or not, we had to move. Who knew
when the Allure part of me would
fully take over? I shivered. I
couldn’t stomach the thought of
losing the ability to feel, especially
since it meant losing my feelings for
Owen. I refused to accept that.
“Yes, Daisy?” He pulled off at
the next exit.
“What are you doing?” I looked
out at the dark night sky.
“You already asked that
question, and I answered.”
I thought over his answer.
Maybe the stop would be one I
wanted. One I needed.
He parked the car in a gas
station parking lot. “Come on. Grab
your purse, we’re leaving the car.”
“Okay.” I didn’t question him.
Despite everything, I trusted Owen
completely. I assumed he would
take care of making sure the owner
got the car back. He wasn’t like
Violet and the guys. He wasn’t an
Allure. Not like me.
By the time he met me on my
side of the car he already had his
shirt off. I’d been right. We were
going for a flight. I waited anxiously
as he moved behind me. His arms
wrapped around my waist, and my
stomach lurched the way it always
did when he took off, but soon it
settled down. I knew I was in good
hands.
I kept my eyes open as we
soared through the night sky. The
wind was cold and a stark contrast
to Owen’s warm body pressed
against mine. His body was hard,
but it gave me comfort like nothing
else could ever give.
After a few minutes, we landed
in a dense forest, and I stumbled
away from him. I took in his
muscular chest, his large black
wings, and I couldn’t wait any
longer. I reached out for him.
Before my hands could make
contact he had me in his arms
again. His lips pressed against
mine, and he quickly demanded
access to my mouth. I gladly let
him in, reveling in his taste as he
continued to deepen the kiss. His
hand slipped underneath the front
of my shirt, and I ran my hand up
and down the muscular planes of
his chest. With my other hand I
touched his back, disappointed to
find his wings gone, but his roving