Read The Kyriakis Curse Online
Authors: Eve Vaughn
Sarah moaned and wrapped her arms behind his neck. Constantine felt as if he’d burst into flames with lust for this woman. He’d shared many kisses over his lifetime, but none quite as intense as it always seemed to be with Sarah. With her, he never wanted the embrace to end. His fingers dug through her soft hair as he held her head still, deepening the kiss.
Sarah slowly moved her tongue forward to meet his, tentatively, then retreated. When she slipped it toward his mouth again, Constantine caught it with his lips and sucked deeply.
She groaned, her fingers gliding up and down his back. He lifted his head after several moments, his breathing ragged.
“You’re so lovely,” he whispered. Kissing wasn’t enough; Constantine wanted more.
Needed more. Pulling back slightly, he undid the top two buttons of her pajamas, but Sarah caught his hands in hers. Her lovely eyes were filled with apprehension.
“I... I can’t do this.”
“Why not?” he growled, too aroused to stop even if he wanted to. He slipped his hand beneath the elastic of her pajama bottoms, rubbing his fingers against the crotch of her panties. “You’re wet. I could smell the fragrant scent of your pussy from the moment our bodies touched. How can you deny us?”
Sarah gasped, wriggling against his intimate caress, trying to twist away, but he
wouldn’t let her. “Please. I’ve never... I--”
Constantine frowned. “You’ve never lain with a man before?”
Her eyes darted away as if she were ashamed. Constantine hadn’t known what to
expect, but it certainly hadn’t been this, despite Aries’s earlier words about her probably being untouched. He let the revelation saturate his mind before a new feeling filled him.
He was pleased no one else had had her. The very idea of another man touching Sarah
gnawed at his gut. When Constantine took her, she’d be well and truly his. And he would have her.
Cupping her face in his hands, he turned her head until their eyes met. “Sarah,” he
whispered, brushing his lips against her. “It’s all right. You have nothing to be ashamed of.
Remember when I told you I’d never hurt you?”
She nodded.
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“I meant it.”
When she didn’t speak, he traced the outline of her lips with his tongue. “Tell me you want this.”
“Yes.”
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Sarah was probably making the biggest mistake in her life, but the blood pounding in her ears and tingling in her pussy made it impossible for her to think straight. All that really registered was how wonderfully he kissed and how heady it felt to have his powerful body pressing hers against the mattress.
“Oh, that feels wonderful,” she sighed, as Constantine grazed her neck with his lips, nibbling and licking her flesh.
“And I’ll make you feel even better.” Unbuttoning the remainder of her pajama top, he pushed the cloth aside, revealing her highly sensitized breasts. No other male had ever seen her in this state of undress before, and the intensity of his gaze sent smoldering waves of desire through her.
His eyes were full of lust and possessiveness. “Gorgeous,” he whispered, drinking in the sight of her as if he couldn’t get enough. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
“Whatever you want.”
Constantine chuckled. “That’s what I was hoping you’d say, because I’ve been dying to do this.” Lowering his head, he captured one hard nub of her breast into his mouth. Sarah was set ablaze with passion, debilitated by it. She raised her pelvis, grinding against him, sure she was on fire. His mouth toyed with her nipple, tugging, licking, and nuzzling it, making her body throb from his thorough ministrations.
She twined her fingers through the thick locks of his dark mane as he transferred his attention to her other peak. Her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow. There had been so many nights when she’d lain in bed at night with an unfulfilled need that she could barely handle. Touching herself had given her temporary relief, but her own clumsy motions were nothing like what he was doing to her.
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Constantine scorched her skin with his questing lips, making it impossible for her to do anything other than to surrender to the burning flames he ignited. He slid lower down her body, using his tongue to blaze a path. Sarah wanted to feel his bare skin against hers.
“Let me touch you,” she pleaded.
“No. I can’t let you do that.”
She frowned. Sarah realized she was inexperienced, but did her touch revolt him?
“Why not?”
“Because if you put your hands on me, I’m not going to be able to control myself.”
His response set her mind at ease, but it still left her unsatisfied. “But I want to touch you. I want you to feel like I do.” When she attempted to lift his t-shirt, Constantine grabbed her wrists and kissed each palm. “No, mana mou. Tonight, I want this to be just about you.
Relax. Let me take care of you.” When she began to squirm, he placed a hand against her belly to hold her still.
Sarah stiffened as he began to slide her pajama bottoms down. “Constantine...” she said tentatively.
He pressed a kiss on her stomach. “It’s okay, mana mou. Let me love you.”
She should have told him no, but Sarah was so damn excited, the word would not leave her mouth. Constantine suddenly raised himself to his knees, his gray eyes instantly changing to an eerie shade of yellow; then they began to glow. His canine teeth lengthened before her eyes.
It was like a bucket of ice cold water thrown on her.
Sarah pushed at his shoulders, but he didn’t budge. “Get off!” Trying to squeeze out of his grasp was just as futile. What was happening? Why was he changing into his beast before her?
“I’m sorry; sometimes when one of my kind is in deep lust, the shift can be uncontrollable.”
She shook her head, not caring for his explanation, even if it was legitimate. All she could see was a monster. “I don’t like it. I don’t want to do this anymore.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Sarah. You belong to me now.” With one sinewy hand, he
ripped her panties off in one clean swipe. When Sarah would have screamed, he covered her mouth with hers, swallowing the attempt.
She pounded against his hard chest, but he remained unfazed. His tongue plunged into her mouth, claiming and devouring her. She didn’t want to, but Sarah could feel herself responding to his blatant demand.
Something within her almost rejoiced in his forcefulness, that he needed her so much, but she still couldn’t shake the image of those glowing eyes. She tensed when the sharpness of his teeth nipped her tongue. He raised his head.
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“I don’t want to hurt you, but I can’t stop, Sarah. Dear God, I can’t.” Then he buried his head against her neck, laving and sucking her flesh. Even though her skin was dark, she knew there’d be marks later.
She should have fought him still, told him this wasn’t right, that she didn’t want him, but her body was no longer her own. Where had this wanton abandon come from?
She cried out when he parted her thighs. “Oh, God!”
His glowing eyes twinkled with triumph. “You thought you could deny me, but you
want this just as badly as I do. Your pussy is so wet and ready for me, it’s going to be easy for me to claim you right here and now, isn’t it?”
Sarah gasped. The words wouldn’t come.
“Isn’t it?” he roared.
“Yes!” Her voice cracked with a tinge of fear, but the fear wasn’t as strong as the fiery lust tearing through her.
He smirked. “That’s what I thought.” Constantine lowered himself until she could feel his warm breath against her hot sex.
“Please,” she whispered, unsure of what she was pleading for. No one had ever touched her this way; she’d never allowed anyone to get this close to her.
“Oh, I intend to please you.” A long tongue slid along her damp folds. “Mmm, so flavorful and tangy.”
Sarah placed her hands on his shoulders with the intention of pushing him away, but
the second her fingers connected with his heated flesh, she held on tight instead.
Two long fingers separated her labia. “You have a beautiful pussy. Chocolate on the
outside, pink on the inside. I’ll enjoy thoroughly tasting it -- as much as you’ll enjoy me doing it.” Constantine pressed a deep and passionate kiss against her clit, making Sarah buck her hips. “So responsive,” he murmured, before circling her blood-engorged bud with his lips. Sensations she’d never thought existed flowed through her.
He took his time licking and kissing the swollen little nubbin until Sarah could do
nothing but babble incoherently. Her head continued to move back and forth on her pillow, her nails digging into his shoulders, breaking the skin. The intense need within her grew stronger with each second he stayed between her legs. Constantine’s fingers gripped her thighs before he slipped his velvet tongue into her channel.
Dear Lord, his tongue was heavenly; it glided deeper than she thought was possible. He pulled it out slightly, then pushed back into her.
“Oh, God,” she moaned again. Sarah knew she shouldn’t like this so much, especially
with what he’d almost become, but rational thinking had long since fled.
Releasing one of her thighs, Constantine caught her clit between his thumb and index finger. The way he rolled and squeezed the highly sensitized bundle of nerves had Sarah 68 Eve Vaughn
thrashing wildly on the bed. His tongue slid out of her soaking box and moved to the crevice of her ass.
She shrieked. “What are you doing?”
“Loving you,” he growled resolutely. She tried to scoot away from his seeking mouth, but he held her firm, his strength undiminished. The rough side of his tongue circled her tight ring forcefully. Sarah wasn’t sure how she felt about this new experience.
“Relax,” he whispered, as he caressed the taut hole with his breath, sending electric jolts racing up her spine. This was wrong; she liked this too much. What in the world had this man done to her?
“Please don’t do this,” she said, but in her head she was screaming, Please don’t make me feel this way. A burst of heat suddenly exploded within her. Sarah’s body began to shake uncontrollably.
“That’s it, don’t hold back,” he whispered.
“I... what...?” Of course she’d pleasured herself before, but self-gratification had never resulted in a feeling this tumultuous. Her orgasm was fast and hard. Constantine buried his face between her thighs again and sucked the flowing juices from her moist channel. Sarah bucked her hips against his face until she no longer had the strength to do anything other than lie on the bed, hazily mulling over what she had just experienced.
He slid next to her and placed a kiss on her cheek. “Sarah, you don’t have to worry
again. You’re not alone.”
That was exactly what she was afraid of.
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Craven? Useless bastards.
“Wouldn’t you think I’d know better than to send someone else to do the job when I
can do it myself, right, my beauty?”
Pet whimpered through her muzzle. He laughed softly, loving the look of fear in her
eyes. “Ah, my pretty. I see that makes you unhappy.”
She whimpered again.
“Had you not been a bad girl, I wouldn’t have to go to such lengths to keep you in line, but I must. You need to be taught a lesson. The time is drawing near when I shall make my move, and then you’ll be honored to serve me.”
Pet turned away, her dark fur standing on end. With the heel of his boot, Gage kicked her in the side. “Be gone with you, then. Why I put up with you, I don’t know.”
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before she quickly looked away. That brief look of defiance told him he hadn’t broken her yet, but when he finally did... ah, it would be sweet.
Gage uncurled himself from the large chair in his sitting room and paced the floor.
Where the hell were those two, he wondered yet again. Was Neyo having problems
handling the shifter? He was pretty sure Craven’s will had completely snapped, but he’d made the mistake of believing such of another once before.
No. That time had been his only slip.
Footsteps pounded in the hallway, creating an echo. Lifting his head with a frown,
Gage saw one of his hunters. “Jackal, I believe you were instructed that I was not to be disturbed.”
The small man nodded his head reverently. “Yes, Master, but I thought the visitor at the door might be of some interest to you.”
“Visitor? I’m expecting no visitors. Did it state its business?”
“No, but--”
“Then why would you think I might wish to see it?!” he roared. He wasn’t known for
his patience, and he was fast losing what little he had. How dare this minion make decisions about whom he would or would not want to see? He’d deal with Jackal later -- after this unwelcome guest was taken care of.
“It’s a shifter.”
That got his attention. “A shifter? Here to see me?” Gage and his group were the most feared Hunters in the land. Why would a lone shifter venture here when it’d meet certain doom? “Send the shifter in, and make sure the door is guarded so that escape is not possible.”
Jackal bowed slightly before hurrying out of the room.
The only shifters within the walls of his manor were those he’d tamed; Gage
considered all others renegades. He waited, electricity flowing through his fingers.
Pet groaned, as if sensing the tension in the room. “Hush, you silly bitch, or the muzzle will remain on for the next meal as well.” That shut her up.
Jackal returned, pushing the shifter forward.
“Tell your man to take his damn hand off me before he loses it.”
Gage chuckled when he saw who his guest was. “You’re welcome to try, but I’d like to point out to you that, small and wiry as he may be, Jackal is much stronger than he looks.”