Pleasure Cruise Trilogy (Box Set)

by Michelle M. Pillow

  “No. You don’t. You want to be here. Why do you lie to yourself? To me?”

  “Yes, I really do want to go home. I don’t want to do this.” Her bare feet hit an ice cube and she shivered, doing her best not to slip and fall. “Please, I don’t want to be here. It’s a mistake. I’m not this sort of woman. I’m scared.”

  “Let me touch you, pleasure you. If at any time you don’t like it, tell me to stop and I will.” He took another step for her, walking her back toward the bed.

  “Can you stop?” Clare didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She trembled, unable to take her eyes from him.

  Her words caused him to laugh, a low, animalistic sound that bordered on mocking. “I tried to be gentle with you, Clare. I tried to temper my excitement for you as not to scare you with my beastly nature, but I see that was the wrong approach to take with you. Do you know how much effort it takes a lycan to hold back from his primal instincts? Even now I can smell your body growing drenched with excitement. You want me to make the decision for you, don’t you, Clare? You want me to force you to my will. I hear the thoughts in your head, swimming around. They’re muddled, but I hear them. I don’t want to force you, can’t you see that?”

  Her mouth opened, ready to deny him.

  “There is no use,” he continued before she could speak. “Your desire grows stronger with each of my words, with each shift of my body. I can detect your longing, your needs. I know you want me as much as I want you. I saw it in your eyes as you stood naked and wet before me, staring at me, water clinging ever so softly to your ripe nipples, caught up in the hairs guarding your tight pussy. You wanted me to take you then, there in the shower. Only you were too afraid to ask for it. And you most definitely want me to take you here and now.”

  Clare knew what he said was true. She did want him and it terrified her. He was a stranger, a lycan. She didn’t have sex with either. She didn’t do casual.

  But if he was a stranger, then why did she feel like she knew him, had always known him? He touched her and it was familiar. He spoke and it was like she’d heard his voice every day for a thousand years.

  “I tried to be gentle, Clare.” His words stayed close to a growl, as if he was just on the edge of his sanity. She could practically feel the passion and anger radiating from his chest, pouring out over her from his very expression. “I can smell that you are frightened by me, even more so since you discovered what I am. That fear excites you, does it not? Even now your heart pounds like never before. Admit it, ZAychik mov.”

  Clare’s legs bumped into the bed and she stopped moving. Her feet were cold, and she felt an ice cube slide down her leg from the mattress to the floor. Dominik came close, towering over her, his broad shoulders blocking everything else from view. He lifted his fingers, drawing a lazy trail over her collarbone. Her chest rose and fell in hard pants.

  “Admit that I frighten you.” His gaze was steady, commanding. “At least admit that much. It will be a start.”

  Slowly, Clare nodded. “Yes.”

  “Admit that I excite you.”

  Again, she agreed. How could she not? All his words were true. “Yes, but I’m a rational person. With my career, I have to be. I don’t do this. I don’t act rash. This isn’t rational, Dominik. We just met.”

  “Use your body’s natural instincts, not your head or your fears. What does your body tell you?” Dominik’s hand snaked around her waist, pulling her tightly against his body. He pressed his erection hard into her stomach until she felt every inflexible inch of his cock imprinted into her tender flesh. “Admit that you want me to fuck you hard, that your pussy is drenched and ready for me.”

  “I, ah?” Clare was unable to meet his eyes. How could she even say such a thing to him? She could barely say the words when she was alone. His body stiffened and she hastened, “Dominik, please, I don’t have one-night stands. I’m not that kind of girl. Even if I did want something like that, I don’t just act on impulse.”

  “Who said anything about only one night? You will not be rid of me so easily.”

  Clare shivered. His body pressed into hers, making her nipples peak in instant response against his chest. She held her hands nervously at her sides, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer.

  Dominik grinned and pushed her lightly so she fell back on the bed. The ripped gown parted, revealing the long length of her athletic legs. “I can see you would like more convincing.”

  “Yes,” she breathed, wondering where the word came from. Clare watched as he unhurriedly drew his shirt off over his shoulders. His sculpted chest was tanned and smooth. The muscles worked beneath his flesh, flexing, as he breathed deep, slow breaths. Her gaze was drawn to his waist, to the trail of hair she saw beneath his navel. The trail led down into the low riding leather pants. Her mouth began to water, as she thought of kissing him where the unbuttoned leather parted enticingly.

  “Don’t worry.” He chuckled at her rapt attention and hungry look. “Your sweet lips will suck on me soon enough.”

  “Ah!” She tried to sound shocked.

  Dominik threw back his head and laughed. It was a dominatingly masculine sound. He grinned at her, a truly handsome smile. His brown eyes softened and he winked. “I give up, Clare. I have tried to be what you needed me to be, but I cannot bring myself to force you when you’re not ready. I will wait until you know your feelings as I know them. If you truly wish it, I will sleep on the floor tonight and leave you in peace. I cannot guarantee we won’t have a fight on our hands tomorrow when you are detected as unclaimed. But I can easily fight for you, if that is what you want. But make no mistake, you are mine. Can’t you feel it? Our connection? I will have you—all of you.”

  Clare shivered. He was serious.

  “Is that what you want, ZAychik mov? Do you need me to prove my worth to you?” Dominik’s smile remained soft. “I will gladly fight a thousand lycans. You are worth waiting for, if that is your wish. Just command me how you will.”

  Her fingers shook as she lifted her hand to touch his face. Losing her nerve, she let it drop. Who was this man? She wished she could have an ounce of his certainty. “No, I don’t want anyone hurt. I don’t want anyone fighting over me. I just want to go home now. I’m so confused. I don’t understand all this.”

  “What’s to understand? I want you. You want me.”

  “Please… Humans aren’t as certain. We…”

  “Do you truly want me to leave you alone? I will if you ask it of me. I’ll leave this room and sleep before your door if that is what you wish. I want you, Clare, badly. But I won’t force myself on you. I promised not to hurt you and I’m a man of my word.“

  To her shame, Clare knew she didn’t want him to stop what he was doing. His smile faded into a knowing look. Closing her eyes briefly, she said, “Sleep outside.”

  It was a test, to see if he would. Without pause, Dominik stood, nodding his head. “As you wish it.”

  She watched him walk to the door and open it. As he stepped out, she said, “Wait.”

  Dominik turned, watching her.

  “I don’t want you to go.” Her face became hot and she knew she had to be red with a blush. Unable to meet his eyes, she said softly, “I want you to keep doing what you were doing before.”

  He shut the door and came back to the bed. “You’re sure?”

  “Yes,” she answered, looking up at him. She was sure. Pulling her dress over her head, she tossed it to the floor. Her body was bare except for the red crotchless panties. His eyes devoured her body, traveling everywhere. Slowly, she sat back on the bed. “I’m sure. I want you to continue.”

  He leaned forward to crawl on his hands and knees, very much the stalking beast after his prey. She watched him come over her and fell back on the bed. He worked his legs naturally between hers.

  Dominik stopped, pressing a tender kiss along her calf. His lips continued their delicate torture along her leg to her thigh, dragging his tongue steadily over her smooth
skin. He nudged his head against her, parting her so he could explore, and fitted his hands along her thighs, pushing her open when she refused to move. A light groan escaped him as he drew higher.

  “Mm, you smell delicious,” his low voice rumbled, vibrating along her body. He flicked his tongue out, hitting lightly onto her clit, moving back and forth in her moist crease.

  Hot desire washed over Clare and she cried out, whimpering for more. She felt her body heating, growing agreeably moist in anticipation. Her limbs became restless, searching. She gripped the silk sheets, holding on.

  “Mm, you taste better than you smell.” Dominik licked her again, more fully this time as he delved his tongue between the soaked lips of her body, lapping upward in a single deft stroke to taste her.

  When he sat up, he licked the residual cream from his lips. His eyes swirled with amber promise and his chest heaved as if he fought to control himself.

  “Your scent has been driving me crazy all night,” he growled. Clare shivered, blushing at the erotic words. He grasped her hips and pulled her roughly down so she straddled his thighs with her own. He leaned over to kiss her, intent on marking her as his. Letting his hands roam over her shoulders and chest, he tweaked her nipples and rolled them between his forefingers and thumbs. “It’s been in my head, teasing me. It’s made my cock so hard I can barely see straight.”

  To prove his point, he maneuvered his body to rub his leather-clad shaft into her body’s fire and groaned loudly. Clare’s thighs gripped him. She lifted her hands quickly, unable to deny herself any longer. Logical or not, this was what she wanted. Dominik was what she wanted. She pulled him down to her. His lips devoured hers briefly before moving to suck along her breasts. He flicked his tongue over her nipples, alternating passionately between the two, hardening them.

  She drew her hands over his shoulders, gliding her fingers over his solid muscles, discovering the firm texture of his skin. She could feel the constrained power beneath his flesh. Her lids dipped lazily over her eyes. Knowing she blushed, she admitted, “I thought lycans were supposed to be, well, you know, hairy.”

  Dominik chuckled. He leaned to nuzzle her ear, rimming it with his hot tongue. “In due time, my sweet Clare, I will let you have me like that, if that is your wish. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

  Clare trembled at the promise in his beautiful voice and found she wasn’t as repulsed by the idea as she should have been. Dominik’s teeth nipped her lobe, and he once more began an exploration of her body with his mouth and hands. He slid his fingers over her skin until sweat began to bead on her flesh, and trailed teasing kisses over her collarbone, breasts and neck.

  “You make me so hungry,” he growled to her throat. “I want to drink from you. I want to taste your blood, but even more I want to taste your sweet cream. I want all of you.”

  He dipped his fingers between her thighs, stroking into her tight cavern. He leaned up, capturing her eyes as he drew his wet finger up to his mouth to suck gently. Clare gasped at the erotic sight of him licking her moisture from his finger.

  “So good, so addicting,” he groaned. His brown eyes swirled with amber. “I want more.”

  With graceful speed, he was back between her thighs, hooking her knee over his shoulder. Dominik’s mouth latched onto her slit, drinking deeply. He dug his fingers into her hips, keeping her from escaping his hot mouth. Clare screamed, bucking up off the bed. She watched their reflection in the ceiling mirror as he seemed to devour her. She watched his hands on her breasts and hips. His teeth grazed over her clit, lightly biting. He lapped at her several times with his tongue, soothing where he had bitten. Unable to resist, he shoved his tongue inside her heated silk.

  “Ah-ah,” Clare cried out, again and again. Mindlessly, she turned her head back and forth. She was no complete innocent and had tried a few things with men, but never had a man brought her so near climax as fast as Dominik did with his tongue. He licked deep inside her until she was sure his tongue was twice as long as any normal man’s. Her hips rocked up against his mouth, encouraging. Her tight pussy clenched his tongue. Small sounds of pleasure escaped his throat, vibrating her clit.

  Dominik stopped when the tremors started in her body. Clare whimpered weakly in protest, meeting his eyes over the length of her body. He circled his fingers over her swollen lips, keeping her on the brink of release, but never giving it. She moaned in protest.

  “Ah, not yet, but soon,” Dominik promised. “I’m not done playing with you just yet.”

  “Oh, please, no more,” she whimpered, still gasping for breath. Her thighs rubbed up to clutch at him, hoping to draw his mouth back down to complete her. “Dominik, no more, I beg you.”

  Dominik’s eyes closed briefly and she knew he was fighting for control. He was too strong for her to push around. Clare sat up, her hands moving quickly over him to his waistband. He let her explore, watching closely as she freed his erection. She gasped to find his heavy, pulsing length, straining so hard that veins showed along the sides. Dominik groaned. Cupping his hand over his cock, he stroked it hard a few times as she watched, taking in the mushroom-shaped head beneath his hand. To her amazement, he only grew bigger now that he was free from the tight leather.

  “I think you should sleep on the floor,” she said weakly, her mouth hanging wide open. Clare began to back up. There was no way he was fitting that giant piece of flesh inside her. He was bigger than the Super-Stimulator 9000 Kira had given her as a joke.

  Dominik slowly crawled up, forcing Clare to lie down as he came up over her. He reached past her head to the nightstand. A wicked grin came to his lips as he opened the drawer and he brought out her purple vibrator. Clare looked at it, suddenly thinking it pitifully small. “Are you sure?”

  “No. Stay,” she heard her hoarse voice answering.

  He drew it over her neck and down the valley of her breast, switching it on as he reached the flat of her stomach. A light buzzing sounded in the room. He drew the vibrator over her clit only to glide it down between the cheeks of her ass.

  Clare jolted with liquid excitement. Her body was more than ready for him. He reached her tight passage with his finger, wetting them inside her.

  “Ah, damn, you’re so tight.” He joined his finger with another. “I will enjoy breaking you open. First your hot pussy.” When his fingers were moist with her cream, he ran them down to where the vibrator worked between the cheeks of her ass, teasing the virgin rosette he found there. “And then, when you allow me, I will break open this sweet little ass of yours. I will enjoy fucking you there.”

  Clare tensed as he said the words, but the sound that escaped her was not one of protest as he probed the tight muscles with a finger, rimming her gently with the aid of her body’s cream. She watched his every move in the mirror above them, liking the way his strong back rippled with muscles.

  “Argh, I think you’re going to have to allow it soon—very soon.” He groaned, pulling his finger away as if he couldn’t take the torture.

  Dominik gripped the vibrator and drew it up to her hot pussy. He pushed the smooth plastic firmly into her body. Clare screamed, arching. He stroked her several times with it. The vibrations hit deep into her, sparking a fiery reaction in her womb. She’d never experienced toys at the hand of another, always playing with them alone. Her body jerked, begging for release. She pulled her hands quickly to her breasts, gripping the nipples, pinching them hard.

  “Ah, so sweet,” he crooned from between her thighs, murmuring to her in his native language as he stroked her. She couldn’t understand what he said, but the words only fueled her desire for him. He quickened the pace of the stroking vibrator. His hips drew lightly into the silk of the bed, as if eager to have their chance at her. Working the vibrator expertly inside her body, he demanded, “Come for me, ZAychik mov. I want to watch you.”

  The words were too much. Clare screamed as ecstasy took over her body. She trembled, violent and strong.

  A torrent of liquid flo
wed from her clenching pussy. Dominik grinned. Turning the toy off, he tossed it aside and stood only long enough to strip off the black leather. Within seconds, he was on top of her, completely naked. His large, heavy cock found her wet entrance, still hot and quivering with pleasure. “You know how good your toy feels. Now let me show you what a lycan can do.”

  “Wait,” Clare said softly, not sure she could take any more. She saw his body clearly in the mirror. Her eyes fixed on the reflection of his muscled hips and ass. His hand was on her breast, massaging deep, circling her tight nipples, sending shockwave after shockwave through her core. Her mind raced for an excuse to stop him. “I haven’t had my sex immunizations within the last year. We need to stop.”

  “Don’t worry about it,” he chuckled. “We’re fine.”

  She was glad to know one of them was up to date. Her hips flexed in offering to him. Why was she protesting again? She couldn’t remember. It felt too right, too good, too hot. “Mm, Dominik, talk to me. Keep talking to me. I like hearing your voice as you touch me.”

  She gasped for breath as he slowly worked himself in, filling her.

  “Ah,” he moaned. “That’s it, take me in. Oh, you feel so good, so damn tight.”

  Dominik’s stiff flesh slid in her natural juices as he worked his hips back and forth in shallow thrusts, pushing deeply into her, stretching her tight pussy to fit him. Clare cried out, feeling impaled before he had even worked himself halfway.

  “You’re too big.” She didn’t want him to stop but she was afraid to let him go on.

  Dominik slowed. His lips lowered to cover hers in a deep kiss. He moved his hands to the back of her knees, pushing them wider. Whispering into their kiss, he said, “Try to relax, ZAychik mov.”

  His kiss distracted her from the slight pain, as pleasure rippled from every nerve in her body. She was awash with sensations—the gentle massaging of his tongue, the brush of his strong chest against her straining breasts, the hard conquering length of his cock.