Pleasure Cruise Trilogy (Box Set)

by Michelle M. Pillow

  “Mm, we’re not done yet.” He groaned, pushing up from her embrace. Kira shivered as he stumbled to the bathroom. Water started in the shower. Coming back to the bed, he lifted her up.

  Her arms wrapped around him as he carried her to the shower. He set her down, letting water pelt their skin. Taking soap, he lathered it up and began to heat her anew. She couldn’t believe how fast she’d fallen in love with him. It was as if she’d loved him, or the idea of him, her entire life and now he had finally found her.

  Braden smiled and she knew he didn’t need to hear her words. She could feel his emotions as if they were her own. Quietly, he said, “Yes, darling, I know. I love you, too. We are forever. You are my wife and I shall never let you go.”

  * * *

  “You don’t have to carry me. I’m all right to walk.” Clare held onto Dominik’s neck as he brought her to the cabin door.

  “No. I’m not letting you out of my sight ever again.” Dominik’s growl was possessive. Her shopping bags were in his hand, bouncing along his leg. One of his hands left her only long enough to turn the knob.

  A scream sounded from Kira’s room and Clare felt her cheeks heating with a blush. She giggled, but said seriously, “I think you mean this week. After the cruise, we’ll be going our separate ways.”

  Dominik frowned. “Why would I leave you? I told you, ZAychik mov, you belong only to me now. You are mine.”

  Clare shivered, looking deep into his dark eyes. “When you say it like that, it sounds like forever.”

  Dominik’s brows rose in question. “Of course I mean forever. You are my wife, we are mated. And, as soon as you bear my child, you will become like me. The Elders have chosen it. You are my fate and I yours.”

  “Are you saying that I will be a lycan?” Clare studied him carefully. His arms didn’t let her go.

  Again Kira’s cries of pleasure sounded from the other room. Clare shivered, growing excited by the sound. A slow grin came to Dominik’s lips, as if he could smell her longing.

  “Yes, you will be lycan. Does this news upset you?”

  Clare thought about it. It didn’t upset her at all. It felt right. It felt like her destiny. “No. And you say we’re married and that we’ll have a family together?”

  “Yes,” he answered, swooping down to kiss her lightly. He kicked off his shoes as he walked. “Even now my child grows in you.”

  “But I thought you said you’d had your immunization shots? How can I be pregnant?” Clare felt pleasure trying to curl inside her. The lycan way of just going for what you wanted was going to take some getting used to.

  “I said we have no need to worry. When you accepted me into your heart, we connected completely. I felt the moment you let me in. We are one, ZAychik mov.”

  “ZAychik mov?”

  “My little bunny.” Dominik smiled.

  “Don’t wolves eat bunnies?” she giggled, liking the pet name.

  “Ah, that we do,” he growled. His eyes lit with meaning. “And I will enjoy feasting on you every night for the rest of forever. We are forever.”

  “Yes,” she said softly, giving him a light kiss. There was no point in denying it. Her head was slowly catching up to what her body had known all along. Their lips joined and her heart felt as if it would explode from the sudden fullness inside her. She was overwhelmed with emotions, emotions she couldn’t even begin to fight. Her body hummed. She didn’t want to fight her feelings. Dominik was everything she’d ever wanted, everything she dreamt about but was too afraid to ask for. She felt him as she felt her own soul. He was a part of her. In a whisper, she said to his lips, “I love you.”

  “I know. And I have loved you since the moment I saw you in the park. It was so hard not to go to you then. But I knew I had to wait, as did Braden. For only on this ship could the Elders grant you eternity.”

  “Then Kira…”

  “Yes, when her baby is born she will become like Braden. She will be a vampire.”

  “Then she’ll never be able to have any more children?” It was funny how the very thought of Kira being a mother had seemed absurd to her, but now she was concerned that her friend would only be able to have one child.

  “No,” Dominik said softly. “They will be able to have as many children as they choose to have. It is just that the conversion process could harm the child that already grows within her womb. Once the conversion is complete, she will still be able to bear many children, as will you.”

  Clare continued to kiss him, loving his taste, his feel. He was the other half of her soul. “Where are we going?”

  Dominik grinned. Sheepishly, he said, “The shower. I can’t get your little show out of my head. Only this time, I’m going to join you.”

  Clare didn’t even blush at the bold admission. Dominik set her down and moved to turn on the water. When he looked back at her, she was completely naked. She stood proudly before him. She pressed him back into the stall, wetting his clothes against his body.

  “I believe you said I could suck on this later,” she growled assertively. She felt a change inside her, an aggressive need, and wondered if already the lycan she would become was starting to show within her emotions. She felt empowered, bold. She grabbed his long, hard cock and massaged it through the wet leather of his pants. “It’s later.”

  Dominik growled as she sank to her knees. The shower pounded her skin, flowing over her budding nipples, hitting her back and hair. She tugged the wet leather from his hips, freeing his large cock. Clare gasped, growing moist by just looking at his wet length. Dominik threw the shirt from his shoulders before kicking out of the pants. Clare picked his pants up and tossed them out of the stall. She reached behind her and pulled the door closed.

  She rubbed her hands over his thighs. Her mouth opened. Gripping him, she took his hard length aggressively into her mouth. She hungered for the feel of him inside her. She sucked him, hard and strong, drinking the water from his rigid shaft as she played with his heavy balls. Dominik grabbed her hair, thrusting against her throat as he fucked her mouth. She tried to relax against him but his size was too much to take in.

  His body tensed beneath her fingers. She relished his strength and her control over his very being. He gripped her shoulders and, with a growl, he pulled her off him.

  Dominik’s eyes glittered with golden promise as he forced her against the stall wall. His hair lay flat against his head. Water rolled over his face. Hungrily, he leaned in to kiss her. His dipped his finger to rub along her swollen, aching clit. Clare moaned, parting her legs to urge him inside.

  There was no need for words. A deeper understanding passed between them until they knew what the other wanted, needed. Dominik lifted her up. She held onto him as he thrust his cock hard inside her wet pussy. She gasped as he filled her, stretching her body around his.

  When she relaxed from the initial penetration of his fullness, he began to move, stroking within her hard and deep. Their heavy breaths mingled. He found her breasts with his lips, biting lightly at the nipples until she screamed his name. He pumped his hips, rocking them hard against her, burying himself to the hilt. As he felt her tight passage gripping him, he thrust faster, making her ride the brink of her hard, jerking orgasm.

  Her muscles racked and clenched his shaft. It was too much. He exploded inside her, rocking back and forth in the flowing cream of her body as he met with full release. His seed washed inside her, marking her forever as his. And when the trembling stopped, he still held her to him, keeping himself deep inside her.

  “I love you,” Clare said softly, weak and so in love.

  “And I you, ZAychik mov,” Dominik answered, kissing her deeply. “And now we truly are forever. We owe the powers that be much for our happiness, for bringing us to this ship. Let us pray that others find their way together as we have.”

  The End

  Date With Destiny (Pleasure Cruise)

  Michelle M. Pillow & Mandy M. Roth

  Date With Destiny (Pleasure Crui
se)

  © Copyright 2007 - 2013, Mandy M. Roth & Michelle M. Pillow

  Cover art by Natalie Winters, © Copyright 2011 - 2012

  Box Set Electronic Printing November 2013

  Revised Second Electronic Printing, April 2012 The Raven Books

  First Electronic Printing May 2007

  Box Set ISBN-10:1625010745

  Box Set ISBN-13: 978-1-62501-074-2

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  Date With Destiny (Pleasure Cruise)

  Michelle M. Pillow & Mandy M. Roth

  Date With Destiny

  Pleasure Cruise Book Two

  Paranormal Erotic Romance

  Academically-minded, uptight Anna only agreed to go on Date with Destiny, a campy game show, because she wanted to win an SUV. She never dreamed that accidentally selecting the wrong prize would land her on a cruise ship full of supernaturals. At least she’s bringing someone along for the ride—her best friend Winter, a kooky free spirit with a penchant for mischief.

  Andre and Christian, were-panthers and twin brothers, are polar opposites as far as personalities go. One views life as a party, the other is entirely too serious. But once they meet their intended mates, this night-and-day duo can finally agree on one thing—Anna and Winter will be theirs and theirs alone before they get back to shore.

  The Powers That Be have ensured none of them will get off the ship until the two couples are mated. But as the brothers quickly realize, these human females mean to challenge them every erotically-charged step of the way.

  Rating: Contains graphic sexual content, adult language, and violence

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

  Jet Ski: Kawasaki Heavy Industries, LTD

  Dedication

  To the wonderful Carnival Cruise and NCL staff and crewmen who took the time to answer our endless research questions, incessant and overly detailed as they might have been at times. To Charlotte and her shoes, and her advice on what the life of a staff member is like. To Raul, who provided endless laughter and answered any questions we had in regard to dining on a cruise ship. To Alfredo, thank you for answering our questions and we hope your newest addition to your family is blessed. To the staff member who kept our margaritas coming during the tasting—you are the man! And to the many others who made our research trip a huge success. Your time and information were invaluable. Thank you.

  Interoffice Memo

  From: The Powers That Be

  Re: Pleasure Cruise, Cruise Line Corporation, Pilot Program Success

  TOP SECRET

  Due to the overwhelming success of our pilot program we are hereby announcing that plans for our next couples are underway. I know I, for one, am pleased to see no one was mauled or drained of their blood with our test couples. Always a real concern when dealing with sex-starved, temperamental, supernatural alpha males.

  The next candidates for mating have been selected. The seers tell us the couples are perfectly matched, though we will be honest and state we have our reservations. We’re asking several of you to please book early for the next Pleasure Cruise if you want a firsthand viewing of the mating process. Humans are such strange creatures and since they seem to favor putting animals in controlled settings for all to see—zoos—we feel it entirely appropriate to gift a select number of you front row seats to their potential courting. As always, do not feed them, do not touch them and do not tap on the glass. Their males will attack and I grow tired of filling out incident reports on matters that could be easily prevented. Space is limited so get your Date with Destiny ticket quickly.

  Prologue

  “Welcome back to your favorite game show, Date with Destiny,” the loud voice boomed over the studio audience and the last remaining contestant. “Got a problem with pesky supernatural creatures harassing you after work? Check out our sponsor—Supernatural Pepper Spray 3000, guaranteed to blind something with up to a hundred eyeballs or your money back! Side effects may include involuntary urination in were-creatures due to their need to mark territory. Gentroll Corporation and its subsidiaries are not responsible for property loss or damages due to said urination. And now for your favorite host,” the announcer’s voice dipped as he rumbled, “Jock Stevens!”

  The studio audience was filled with women varying from early twenties to middle age, and very few men. They went wild as Jock sauntered onstage with the standard game-show-host jog. His smile was plastered onto his overly tanned face as he waved like a beauty pageant contestant, blowing kisses at the crowd and winking. His teeth were as blindingly white as his hair.

  Anna swallowed hard to keep from being ill as she got a mental image of the game show host in a beauty pageant winning first place. How on earth did she get roped into doing this stupid show? A harsh light passed over her eyes and she blinked hard.

  “Thank you, thank you.” Jock gripped his handheld microphone as though a mugger would approach at any moment and strip him of it. He gave a low, fake laugh the women in the audience seemed to love before glancing in Anna’s direction. His short white hair was plastered perfectly into place and his face was obviously caked with makeup. “Welcome back to the final round. With us today is one of our highest-scoring participants ever, Polly Anna Fontaine, with the second-highest score in Date with Destiny history.”

  “My name is Anna,” she said flatly, for at least the fifth time.

  “Right you are!” Jock answered, his voice sounding like an infomercial. He barely paid her any attention as he moved to interact with the crowd.

  Anna tried to smile, hating how he insisted on using her full name. Only her grandmother called her Polly Anna. It sounded so… cute. She hated it.

  The game show had only been on the air for two years, so being the second-highest scoring contestant wasn’t a remarkable feat. In fact, she could have answered their questions in the seventh grade. Almost everyone knew at least the first five digits of pi, didn’t they? And did they honestly think stating Kepler’s first law was a super-stumper? Anyone who’d ever taken even a mild interest in astronomy knew Kepler had discovered the true shape of the planets’ orbits was elliptical.

  Uncomfortable with the camera in her face, Anna swallowed uneasily. Did the cameraman need to focus in on her nose, close enough to see up her nostril—or was that just a perk of being forced onto national television by your tree-hugging roommate? Winter, her best friend since their first year in college—for reasons even a genius like Anna couldn’t understand—had set up the game show spot for her birthday. Anna should have been suspicious when Winter asked her to take the “fun fact” test two weeks ago. The only reason she’d agreed to be a contestant was because Winter told her she could win a brand-new SUV if she did. And since she’d sort of wrapped her last one around a tree, a tree that Winter did in fact hug afterward, Anna was in need of a new vehicle.

  “All right, Polly Anna, question one,” Jock said, showing his unnaturally white smile.

  She wondered if his face felt as plastic as it looked. Patting her dark red hair back into her perfect bun, Anna adjusted her glasses and took a deep breath. Only three questions to go before she won herself a new SUV, complete with a sunroof, digital package, and a six-disc CD player for her classical mu
sic.

  “What is an embrasure?” Jock asked.

  Anna didn’t have to put any thought into it. “It’s the open space on the battlements of a castle between a pair of merlons.”

  Jock blinked and she could see a moment’s confusion pass over his face as he turned to the people in the back. They signaled and he grinned. “Right you are!”

  The audience cheered and Anna once again grew nauseated. The cameraman shoved the lens close to her face as Jock made an inane comment about how she should be nervous because there were only two questions left.

  “Polly Anna,” Jock said, dipping his voice and looking so serious she nearly laughed. “What is…”

  He paused, looking dramatically at the audience. A few of the women gasped. Another wave of sickness washed over Anna. He really needed to get on with it. She’d had about as much of national television as she could stand.

  “Substantive law?”

  “It is the portion of law that creates and defines the legal rights of the people. It is distinct from the law that defin—”

  “Right you are!” Jock announced, rudely cutting her off. Anna blinked in annoyance. He’d been doing that to her a lot. “And now for your final question. Polly Anna, are you ready?”

  Anna nodded. Jock’s face fell in mild irritation when she didn’t cheerfully answer back. His microphone lowered some and then came once more to his face.