Pleasure Cruise Trilogy (Box Set)

by Michelle M. Pillow

  “Forget it,” he said, trying to backpedal. “I didn’t mean it to come out so bad.”

  “No, no, you’re right. I do talk down to people. It’s just been a long time since anyone called me out on it. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to treat you as if you were stupid. It’s just I’ve been looked at as a bit of a genius my whole life—I sometimes don’t think how that comes across. It’s tough being smart.”

  “Christian wouldn’t let me watch that game show you were on because the gods ordered him to torture me or some such nonsense but he did tell me you couldn’t even get the simple questions right.” Andre grinned. Why exactly was he provoking her? Maybe because it was too damned much fun.

  “Ah, that question wasn’t fair!” Anna protested. “Who cares what 1971 movie featured a character named Charlie Bucket?”

  “Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory,” Andre answered.

  “Or who sang ‘Pour Some Sugar on Me’?”

  “Def Leppard.”

  “Who had an album called Dirk Wears White Sox?”

  “Adam Ant.”

  “How can you know all that useless stuff?”

  “How can you not?”

  Anna sighed. “Man, did you get the wrong room. You should’ve hooked up with Winter. She knows all that pop culture rubbish. At least you’d have had something in common with her.” Then, pausing, she frowned. “Wait, did you say the gods wouldn’t let you watch me on the game show? What do you mean by that?”

  “To answer your first comment, we are not switching staterooms or sexual partners.” Andre stood up from the bed. He instantly pulled off his shirt. “And, for the second, who but the Powers That Be could make sure you got into my room on this trip? You are mine, Anna. There is no way I’m sharing you with my brother.”

  “Um, thanks?” she said dryly. She eyed him, seeming aware that he skirted around her question about the gods. How exactly did one tell one’s mate that they were preordained to be together, at least in a way that didn’t send her running from the room instead of sleeping with him again?

  Andre pushed the pants from his hips, easily stripping down to nothing. Her breath caught audibly and she stared at his cock like a woman starved.

  “Come here,” he ordered.

  There was no hesitation as she obeyed. Anna stood directly before him.

  “That’s a good little human. Now take off the skirt.” Andre made a show of licking his lips. Anna again obeyed, pushing her skirt and panties off her hips at the same time. “Damn, you smell so sweet, princesse.”

  Anna was surprised to see Andre’s body was already on the way to recovery. He touched her hips, pulling her with him toward the bed. The lids fell lazily over his dark eyes. He stopped and slowly walked around her, lightly running his hands over her flesh. She began to turn but he stopped her.

  “Don’t move. I want to look at you.” Andre’s breath fluttered along her neck. His fingers danced down her spine, massaging her. She moaned as he paid particular attention to her ass. Moisture gathered in her slit and he worked his way down her legs. After some time of exploration, he said, “Lie down on the bed.”

  Anna rested on her back, watching the predatory grace with which Andre crawled next to her. He picked up the universal remote that seemed to control many things in the room and hit several buttons. The TV shut off, replaced by music. The overhead lights dimmed to a seductive glow and strange, disco-like lights floated around the room like tiny fairies. Then the bed started to move, slowly rotating in a circle underneath her. It was a strange feeling, as if they were trapped on a private island no one else could get to.

  He came over her, working his legs between hers. With rapt attention he explored her breasts, licking and biting them as he covered every inch with his mouth. She spread her thighs eagerly, pulling his hips down as he settled his hard cock against her. Andre bit her nipple before soothing it with his tongue. Her pussy was wet and achy. Soft, animalistic sounds escaped them as they kissed. Rubbing her slit along his shaft, she tried to get him to thrust inside her as she wet him with her cream.

  The teasing pressure felt so good, she moaned for more. “I want you inside me. I want it now.”

  He grinned, a completely dominant look of pleasure. “Do you know what’s happening between us, Anna?”

  Anna nodded. Of course she knew. How could she not? His hard cock was pressed against her clit and she rocked her hips in frantic search of release. “Yes, now fuck me.”

  Andre looked like he wanted to tease her some more but couldn’t. His muscles flexed as he angled his hips to hers, pushing up on his strong arms. Everything about him was so damn graceful and sexy. Slowly, he thrust his cock inside her, prying her apart with his heavy length. Anna gasped as he filled her up. She rocked her hips, working him in shallow strokes.

  “Mm, you’re so fucking tight. I love how your pussy squeezes me.” Andre pulled out only to push back in deep and fast. His thumb pressed along her clit, rolling it in slow circles. He pumped his hips hard and sure, pausing in between each push to pleasure her.

  Anna squirmed against him, anchoring her feet on the bed as she met his thrusts. He worked her body like an expert, bringing her to the brink of climax, letting her fall only to build her up again. It was astonishing torture.

  Anna pushed at his chest, forcing her body up as he sat back on his knees. She took over the pace, moving to sit on him. He growled low in his throat, parting his lips to show her his fangs. She wanted him to bite her again, to drink her blood until she was lightheaded and weak. The idea of it brought her to a swift climax. Tremors racked her, jarring her body with pleasure. She waited for him to come but to her surprise, he held back.

  When her body was spent, she was about to pull off when he commanded, “Get on your hands and knees. I’ll show you how animals really fuck.”

  Her body still trembling from her release, she obeyed. Andre took her by her hips and without warning confidently thrust his hard cock inside her. Anna’s cream had begun to dry and it was a rougher ride, creating sweet friction in her pussy. His cock pulsed, secreting lubricant. It didn’t take long before she was wet again and his dick glided easily. He groaned, breathing heavily as he brought her desires back to the point of boiling.

  “That’s it, princesse. Give me another one,” he urged, his French accent becoming thick in his passion. Sharp claws scratched her sides, not breaking the surface.

  She came again, panting his name as she met release. Her whole body went rigid, tensing until she couldn’t move. Andre kept going, riding her with a supernatural stamina. Suddenly, he jerked to a halt, keeping his cock buried deep. His hands gripped her sides. A soft moan left her lips and she mumbled incoherently, not even sure what it was she was trying to say to him. All she knew was that it felt good—really good.

  “You like that, don’t you?” he said, his hot breath fanning her back. She mumbled weakly. “Mm, good, you’re too sated to move.”

  He pulled out and got off the moving bed. Anna tried to watch him as the lights danced along his body. As the bed spun her past, she caught a glimpse of his naked ass and heard him opening a dresser drawer. Anna tried to remember all he’d had in there but could only recall the lotion and handcuffs. Her stomach tensed. What did he have in mind? What toy would he bring back? At the idea, her body heated anew, cream building inside her to welcome him.

  How is this possible? Anna had never been this insatiable. It was like she couldn’t get enough. Each release made her want to fuck him again. Lips met her neck and shoulder and she hadn’t realized he’d gotten back on the bed. The stealth of his movement was probably due to his cat-shifting abilities. He lay along her back, his legs straddling her thighs as his erection pushed into the tender cheeks of her ass.

  His cock was moist and warm as if he’d rubbed it with heating lotion. It glided against her, wetting her cleft. He pulled back and she glanced over her shoulder to see what he was doing. She watched as he tied a strap-on harness around his hips, pullin
g the leather belt tight between his thighs. It squeezed his balls and he moaned as he did it. Then, inserting a dildo into the harness, he secured it in place. A light buzzing sounded as he came toward her. The size of the vibrator rivaled the size of the cock it was bobbing directly on top of. Two cocks came at her, one of flesh for her pussy and another of vibrating rubber for her ass.

  Anna tensed. She’d never been double-stuffed before. Andre pulled her hips, urging her back onto her hands and knees. The wet, vibrating tip touched the cleft of her ass first, the rounded, smooth tip probing her as Andre moved it up and down until narrowing in on her anus. Anna moaned as he pushed forward, spreading her. When the dildo was in position, he brought his cock to her pussy. Tiny vibrations worked up her spine from the toy.

  “I’m going to ride you,” he said. “Oh yeah, just like this.”

  He thrust forward, filling both holes at once. Anna gasped, clawing the mattress as the room spun around them. She felt so full, so complete. Andre rocked back and forth, fucking her slowly. It was too much. Her pussy and ass clenched in unison, tightening. She gripped the bedding, holding on tight as she climaxed. His cock jerked, answering her body’s cry of pleasure as it spurted hot seed into her.

  That was it. She was completely spent. Anna fell on the bed, her eyes closed, knowing it was quite possible she’d never move again.

  Chapter Five

  The soothing sounds of violins played over the dimly lit Sea Breeze Restaurant. The large windows surrounded them, giving an endless view of blue ocean at sunset. For a split second she was sure she spotted a small dolphin leaping in and out of the water as if playing with the cruise ship. Winter and Andre looked bored and Anna knew it was most likely not their scene. She and Christian however were right at home in the classy place. Still, as she looked across the linen tablecloth, Andre was the twin who drew her attention.

  Identical twins.

  At first, seeing a second Andre had been a shock but the two brothers’ similarities ended with their looks. Then why was it the carefree, bedroom-eyed Andre and not the proper Christian that kept drawing her eyes? Remembering their intimate moments in the bedroom, she tried to hide a blush.

  The soft light shone from a large dome in the ceiling. Thick, transparent columns hugged the sides of a long stairway leading out of the restaurant to the deck above. Tiny dots of light gave the impression of stars along the walls and, except for the low hum of conversation from other tables, Anna felt as if they were all alone. Christian, the perfect gentleman, ordered for the table. Andre, laughing, changed that order from escargots to steaks, baked potatoes and garlic bread. Anna was glad. After her performance in the bedroom, she was starving and suddenly craving meat. Winter had quickly changed her order to steamed vegetables and pasta, apologizing to Christian for being a vegetarian.

  Anna watched Christian carefully, waiting to see if he showed any sign of being annoyed with her best friend. When he lifted Winter’s hand and planted a kiss on the back of it, nodding as he took the time to sprinkle kisses over each finger, Anna covered her smile.

  Winter looked at her and grinned from ear to ear. She’d been doing that ever since they discovered they were “shacked up”, as Winter so delicately put it, with twins.

  Setting her glass of water down, Anna frowned. “Okay, that’s it. What is going on? Why do you keep looking at me and laughing?”

  Anna reached for her hair, knowing she’d checked it before they left and not a strand was out of place. The same could be said for her immaculate A-line skirt and white blouse. Andre, on the other hand, hadn’t given his reflection a second glance—as was evident by his wrinkled T-shirt beneath a cleanly pressed sports jacket Christian had automatically thrust at him when he came to their door with Winter. Even Andre’s hair was tousled from their time romping in the bed. Winter was in a tight white tank top and lightweight tie-dyed skirt, an odd comparison to the pressed slacks and linen button-down shirt Christian wore.

  “You’re married,” Winter said, pointing directly at Anna.

  Anna suddenly burst into a fit of loud laughter, not caring who heard her.

  Winter pointed at Andre. “To him. They call it being mated. Guess the term ‘married’ is too human for them.”

  Anna blinked, her rounded eyes turning to Andre. He met her gaze steadily, probing her eyes in an uncharacteristically serious way.

  “What?” she gasped, wondering why the idea of being married to the handsome were-panther wasn’t at all disagreeable to her.

  “You’re married,” Winter repeated, slapping her hand on the table a few times. “Before we left our room, Christian let it slip that we’d be joining his brother and his brother’s mate for dinner. And we met you two!”

  “What?” Anna asked again, clutching her wineglass. She looked over at Andre at her side. A hand slid over her upper thigh and he gave her a small smile.

  Winter laughed harder, falling into Christian.

  “That’s a delicate way to break the news to her, mon sucré,” Christian said to Winter. “You should have let Andre tell her in his own time and way.”

  “You don’t understand,” Winter said. “Anna would never impulse-marry. It’s too funny. I love it. She’s into flowcharts. I highly doubt this was on there. And the best thing is, she doesn’t believe in divorce.”

  Anna stared wide-eyed at Andre, waiting to see what he’d say. Would he deny it? Her heart squeezed, hoping he wouldn’t. It was insane but she wanted to be married to him. Suddenly, no other plan for her life seemed right. Andre was what she wanted. She felt it deep inside herself. Sure, there would be days she wanted to metaphorically kill him—just as she did Winter—but those little differences didn’t make her want to run from him. It made her want to hold on tight and never let him go.

  “Andre?” she whispered.

  “Mated,” he said. “We’re mated, princesse. The Powers That Be fated that we should meet and come together on this trip. You’re my wife.”

  Anna hesitantly put her hand over Andre’s. “You mated yourself to me?”

  He nodded.

  “Winter is right,” Anna said, hope in her heart. “I don’t believe in divorce.”

  Andre leaned forward, smiling as the playful light again entered his eyes. Whispering, he said right before capturing her lips, “Good thing, ‘cause I don’t plan on ever letting you slip through my fingers. Not to mention, I couldn’t get my dick hard for another woman even if I wanted to.” He put his hands up quickly. “Not that I do!”

  His gentle kiss curled its way through her body, heating her and making her feel safe at the same time. When she was with Andre, it was like nothing else mattered. Nothing could hurt her. Nothing.

  “I love you, Anna,” he said, pulling back just enough to speak. “The Powers knew that I would and I do.”

  “Oh wow,” Anna gasped, amazed that she’d ever say the words so fast in a relationship. “I love you too, Andre.”

  A low growl sounded in the back of his throat and she wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight. Their mouths entwined and she knew she’d need to get him back to the room fast or risk doing something very improper in public.

  Winter laughed harder, so happy for her friend she wanted to cry. She’d long thought Anna needed someone special in her life, and one look at her best friend sitting next to the handsome Andre and she knew he was the man for her. It was all she could do to contain her giddy happiness for her friend.

  “I don’t see what is so funny,” Christian said sternly at her side. He was brooding again.

  “Funny? I’m not laughing because it’s funny. I’m laughing because I’m happy for her.” Winter shook her head. Wasn’t that obvious? Okay, so maybe she was laughing because it was a little funny. Anna was so organized and planned. Who’d have thought she’d jump into a mating situation without a month’s worth of list-making and logical debates?

  Winter watched as Andre whispered in her friend’s ear. She didn’t need to hear what they said. T
he look of love in Anna’s eyes was enough to put Winter at ease. Her friend had found true love at last.

  “Ah, Winter,” Andre said. Winter saw Christian visibly tense at the tone in his brother’s voice. “Christian has something he needs to tell you too.”

  “Yeah,” Anna giggled. “I’m not the only one who has gotten herself entangled with a were-panther.”

  It took Winter a moment to comprehend what they were saying. Her mouth fell open in shock.

  “I tried to tell you, mon sucré, but you kept distracting me with this delicious body of yours as you began inventing varying were-species. You’re my mate as well. The Powers That Be—”

  “Ah yeah, yeah, I got all that,” Winter rushed, quieting him. “Powers That Be, mating… Are you telling me you’re really a were-panther?”

  “Ah,” Christian blinked, adorably flustered. “But we—”

  “Just kidding. I believed you.” Winter smiled, giggling at his stunned look. “Though, now that I think of it, I can’t believe you didn’t shift for me. I told you how panthers are my favorite animal.”

  “Andre shifted for me,” Anna admitted with a laugh.

  “What?” Winter demanded, shocked even more by Anna’s admission. “That is so not fair! Christian, I want to see you shift, too. How come I’m the only one left out here?”

  “Mon sucré? Did you not know what was going on? You’re my wife and just like Anna, I don’t believe in divorce. Our talk was not a joke. It was very real. We are very married.”

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Winter dismissed his words. So she was married. The connection she felt with him was a real and powerful thing. “The fates must have thought I was ready, Christian. And who am I to complain or question it? Especially,” she paused, grabbing his shirt front and wrinkling it as she pulled him roughly toward her, “when it gives me such a delicious,” she kissed him briefly on one cheek before moving toward the other, “handsome,” she kissed him again, moving to hover over his mouth, “husband like you.”