Kabana Heat

by Titania Ladley

  “Never.” She could barely get the word out. The strong pressure on her rear forced her pebble-hard clitoris to grind into his taut abdomen and his penis to slide an inch inside her. Hot, aching desire coiled in her loins making her breath catch in her lungs and her fingers dig into his strong shoulders.

  “Are you sure?” His eyes glittered with a potent mixture of arousal and uncertainty. He reached up and trailed a thumb over her bottom lip.

  At first, she clamped the salty digit in between her teeth, but quickly started to suck and swirl her tongue around its length. She loved the oral sensation of sucking and running her tongue over something stiff in her mouth, enjoyed the power of hearing him moan in response as he now was. But he seemed to get a grip on his initial response. His doubtful pause and penetrating stare had her gripping his wrist. She pulled his finger from her mouth and placed his hand upon her left breast. His wet thumb grazed the fleshy skin, but she curled her fingers over the back of his to make him hold her more firmly.

  “Do you feel that? Do you feel my heart knocking against my ribs, beating strong and fast like a koa congo drum?”

  He nodded slowly, molding the mound so that her nipple spiked against his palm and fire back-lashed into her womb.

  “It beats for you, excitedly, always out of control. You must know you are at the top of my heart’s totem pole. Always.”

  Kol pulled her down for a kiss so forceful, so intense and sweet, it made her toes curl. “Have I said I love you yet today?” he panted against her mouth.

  “Yes,” she whispered, tracing her tongue around his full lips. “But once is never enough for me.”

  “And apparently, one man isn’t enough for you,” he growled against her mouth. As if to prove the meaning of his accusatory words, he bucked upward, sinking every inch of his cock into her canal.

  She drew back at the tone of his voice, even as her cunt clamped around his shaft and her clit jolted when it rubbed abruptly over his pubic bone. His mood could be so unpredictable, passionate and sweet one minute, seething with ire the next. How could she concentrate on the wonderful sensation of being filled by him when his words so easily doused her fire?

  “What…I don’t know what you—”

  “Tell me about it.”

  She stared down at him, filled to the tip of her womb, not knowing what to do, what to say. Should she just kiss him into silence and reach for the orgasm that had already started to ripple inside her? Or should she climb off of him and gather her robe, and then run to her house? She wasn’t sure, so she remained still, his girth deliciously stretching her tender hole, his narrow hips wedged between her quivering thighs.

  Cautiously, she studied him, waiting, holding the sultry air captive in her lungs. His chest rose and fell with his rapid breaths, and sweat glistened on his brow as he continued to glare up at her. She watched intently as the unruly wind thrashed around them, blowing her hair over her shoulders and curtaining them in a world of their own. The scent of her own come wafted up to stir around them, and by his long, indrawn breath and the blissful fluttering of his eyelids, she knew he smelled it too, the wolf scenting his mate.

  The gusty breeze ruffled the blanket he lay on—the god of the ocean and winds, Kanaloa’s doing, no doubt—making it bunch up along one brawny arm. Those arms had held her with such tenderness in the past, yet they could easily snap her in half.

  Kiona shivered, but not from the cooling night or the fine mist that now and then splattered her bare back. And it wasn’t even from that fleeting, dangerous thought she’d had of his powerful arms, for no matter how rough their sex got, no matter how angry Kol got with her, she knew he would never hurt her. Instead, it was those eyes that made her quake. Fathomless, black-as-coal devil’s eyes that could hold her spellbound one second, yet shoot fire at her the next.

  The man is so damn intense. Which is one of the many reasons why I love him so much.

  His chivalry didn’t surprise her when he reached for the extra blanket and slung it around her shoulders. Pulling her down so that her mouth hovered mere centimeters from his, he murmured in a voice thick with passion, “Tell me about how it turned you on. All about it. I want so badly to get off inside you while you whisper in my ear how his cock felt in your mouth when you gave him one of your talented blowjobs. I need to hear—” he clutched her face between his big, warm hands and gently shook her to emphasize each word, “—how it turned you on to watch me kissing him. Touching a man. I want to hear about everything, every taste, every smell, every quickening of horniness in your sweet little cunt. I want to imagine it all when I fuck this tight pussy you’ve got closed around me.”

  Even as thunder clapped out to sea and lightning flickered overhead, Kiona heaved a sigh of relief. The storm neared, tumultuous and powerful. Just like Kol. Only he wasn’t angry as she’d thought. He was incensed by a flaming desire for something that was new to him, that he needed to hear and know and experience. He was demanding to—for the time being—live vicariously through her intimacy with Mitch, and begging for assurance. He needed to know how much the concept of he and Mitch truly turned her on at the very moment she showed Kol her undying, committed love.

  She couldn’t have taken any aphrodisiac more potent than that raspy, verbal command. Kiona rose up and began to move on him, bouncing slowly up and down in that age-old rhythm so that her slick tightness stroked him.

  “Oh, yes, it turned me on very much,” she said huskily. “Do you have any idea how hot that was?” She planted her hands on the blanket on either side of his head and kissed his mouth, his ear, his neck. Her insides ached hot and wet. This new sex-play between them made her so horny, her climax loomed only a few more strokes away. “To see you kissing and touching him? God, it made me so wet. Just thinking about it makes me feel all hot and aroused deep inside my pussy, like I’m going to melt all over you.”

  “You sure?” The inflection in his hoarse voice was honeyed by eroticism and relief all at once.

  “Never more sure of anything in my life.” Kiona pushed herself back up, propping her hands on his chest, and reveled in the cool, misty winds caressing her skin. Her hands skimmed over his hard chest, and she pinched his pebbled nipples, delighted when he groaned in response. “And I want it that way forever. I want us all to be able to share our dreams and deepest, darkest desires with each other. Can we do that from now on, Kol? Can we put aside the animosity and just enjoy this amazing gift that practically fell in our laps?”

  Thunder rumbled offshore—or was that Lono, the god of thunder himself, calling to her? At this glorious moment, she didn’t care who or what it was, she just wanted to enjoy one of their last moments together as an unmarried couple in love.

  She looked down at Kol, waiting for his response, his hard Polynesian features fully visible to her each time lightning flashed in the sky above. With the storm brewing, and the excitement of making love on the edge of danger in the middle of the night, it made her pulse leap out of control and her muscles go taut and hot.

  Kiona lifted her ass up far enough so that her pussy settled at the very end of his cock. She felt him twitch in protest against her drenching hole.

  “Well?” she panted. “I’m waiting.”

  He hissed in a breath between clenched teeth. “That’s a cruel technique to try to get your way,” he murmured, lifting his head and capturing her mouth in an explosive, wet kiss. The move made her gasp against his mouth when his penis slipped another inch inside her. “How can I say no to that when you’re gonna make me blow before I even get all the way back inside you?”

  A wicked giggle escaped from deep inside Kiona’s throat. “Call me a wily vixen, but I’ll do whatever it takes.” To prove her point, she pulled away, releasing him from inside her. She rocked her hips wildly, undulating so that her slick slit rode up and down the front of his penis, coating him with her cream.

  “Mmm,” was all he could say as he dropped his head back against the blanket, folded his arms behind his
neck, and stared up at the flashing sky with a glazed expression.

  What a gorgeous man you are.

  Looking down at him, she studied his flexing biceps and his well-muscled chest defined by the intermittent light. It made her suddenly ravenous to get his cock back inside her.

  His faraway look gradually tracked from the flickering sky to latch onto her eyes. At that very moment, she rose up, aligned herself, and took him in. She clamped her eyes shut, bit her lip, and groaned at the sudden fullness that seemed to touch her very core and send her pulse racing out of control.

  Thickly, softly, he whispered his love for her. “Aloha wau iâ ’oe, my milimili.”

  She slowly opened her eyes and stared down at him, struggling to stave off the orgasm. His face shone fierce and strained with passion. The muscles in his burly arms twitched, as if it took all his strength not to reach up and overpower her, not to let his raw emotions go, to just fuck her hard and fast.

  At his words and the unfettered expression on his handsome face, there was a flutter behind her breastbone, a quivering of the heart that made her blood run hot and pound in her ears. The surf thrashed behind her. Black clouds rolled in overhead. Thunder clapped and rumbled, tumbling closer to shore, and lightning flashed faster, more volatile as each moment passed.

  “And I love you, too, with all my being,” she choked out, shuddering when he reared up and sank even deeper inside her, the tip of his rod grazing her G-spot. She clenched her pussy muscles and sighed when come trickled out and dribbled over his balls and groin.

  “Tell me,” he finally roared, rolling her over while keeping himself anchored inside her. She hooked her ankles behind his waist, knowing the beast she loved so very much had finally broken loose. He drew back, ramming his shaft so deep, her gasp was cut short and she instead screamed out in ecstasy. “Tell me how his cock tasted, how he felt in your hands. Now, before I come.”

  She clung to him as the first ripple of the climax reached for her. “Hard,” she panted, alternating kissing him with biting his neck. “Hard and long and faintly salty.”

  “Oh, God…” Kol muttered, almost choking on his words. “Oh, fuck.”

  “Delicious. He was so delicious.” She bucked up, accepting his frantic thrusts. His sweat dribbled onto her breasts, slicking their bodies and reducing the friction between their nipples and abdomens. She could smell his arousal mixed with sweat and the musty scent of rain. The storm and its impending danger drew nearer, she knew. But nothing short of a tsunami could tear them apart.

  “It was like satin over steel on my tongue, so long and thick that I—”

  “You’re going to make me come.” He pulled out and pushed back in, shoving her across the blanket and onto the wet sand with each forceful plunge. The grains scraped over her back, but she didn’t care. All she wanted was to reach that pinnacle as the storm broke free around them. “I’m going to…”

  “I tasted a bitter drop of his come…on my tongue…even before he came.” She bucked up, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her lungs burned, her muscles strained as she grasped at him, clutching, slapping his sweat-soaked, water-sprayed back. “I could smell his expensive, masculine cologne…and a mixture of clean soap and arousal.”

  “Kiona, my love, I swear if you don’t stop, I’m going to—”

  “And then I glanced up along his flat stomach and—oh God, it was so hot—you were kissing him…tonguing each other.” It was like she was reliving their lovemaking again. She could imagine it so easily, every taste, smell, touch, like it was right in front of her, a porn movie playing on the screen of her mind. Cream gushed warm and sticky from her canal, soaking him, soaking her. She fought for air as she picked up the pace, pistoning her hips faster so that her tight slickness jacked him off in quick strokes.

  “He was touching me, reaching down and rubbing on my hard clit, pinching your nipple at the same time. To have that connection…his cock in my mouth…yours inside me…you two kissing, all three of us touching. You have no idea how excited and wet that made me.”

  “Kiona…” He stiffened, halting his movements.

  She added, “Ah, and you were fucking my pussy at the same time he was fucking my mouth. You were so hard, so big inside me, and his cock was so tasty, I couldn’t suck it fast enough. Both of you made me so horny and—”

  He grunted, reaching down to curl a hand behind her neck. He yanked her up, slamming her mouth into his, clamping onto her with frantic hunger. She thought she tasted the salt of tears, but there wasn’t time to investigate as storms seemed to erupt everywhere, around, above, beneath, and inside her. The rain finally moved in, splattering down on them, cooling their heated flesh. She heard the rumble of thunder directly overhead, and simultaneously rode the violent quaking of their bodies as one. A potent combination of ecstasy and love flooded her loins and spilled into her bloodstream. Her eyes were closed, but she could see the flash of lightning behind her lids, and she could smell raw sex and electricity in the air.

  She whimpered into his mouth, the climax rising, the pleasure of it spreading out from her twitching clitoris and contracting vagina, to her very toes.

  Kol tore his lips from hers, letting out a final howl as they both reached the ultimate crest together. His hot seed spilled inside her, warming her womb and making her sigh. Then he jerked himself from inside her, scooped her up off the sand, and ran for the safety of the house.

  “Yeah, I think everything’s going to be fine,” he whispered in her ear as he raced up the beach. “Just fine.”

  Chapter Eight

  Days later, Heloki sat behind his massive cherry-wood desk, his fingers steepled against his mouth as he eyed the chattering young malihini woman sitting opposite him. Nothing would ever again be fine for Nakolo Huaka if Heloki had any say in it. And he most certainly did—or would once he had his brilliant plan set into action.

  Anjelee Montrose was a freelance reporter who had only a few notable credits under her belt, but she seemed hungry to sink her claws into the notorious Superstars magazine again, to get a more impressive byline the next time around. For some reason, Jager hadn’t informed Heloki of her connection to the tabloid—perhaps in all the haste to hire her, he’d missed it?—but in doing some probing of his own, she had just revealed it to Heloki.

  Jackpot.

  According to what Jager had uncovered, it was rumored she had a reputation for hardcore fact-collecting methods that sometimes netted her a story well worth its gossip in gold. Although she wasn’t at the top yet, but rather on the lower few rungs of her career-recognition ladder. Bottom line, she was hungry for assignments her current colleagues in the journalism field seemed to be landing before she could get her greedy hands on them.

  Just the kind of motivation Heloki needed to get his sometimes cunning daughter back on track, and that lowlife Nakolo off the island and away from Kiona. What’s more, Heloki had to have some sort of leverage to hold over celebrity Mitch Wulfrum’s head if he didn’t conduct his life with Kiona in the manner Heloki expected of him.

  After all, the man was going to be Kiona’s husband. And what kind of groom allowed his bride-to-be to continue to be friends with her ex-lover? Heloki’s only child and heir was beautiful, extremely so. She would be the perfect tool to boost KPCS’s sales in conjunction with the star.

  An image of his daughter at three flashed before his eyes, her long midnight hair trailing down her back, and her little body clad in a worn, lei-printed dress. It was in the days prior to the business’s sudden financial success and his building of the current manor he lived in. Tears had sparkled in Kiona’s big golden eyes and trailed down her plump little bronzed cheeks. She stood on the front porch of their small cottage, her thin little arms wrapped around Heloki’s leg, watching as her mother, Wanaka, climbed into a cab without a backward glance.

  Wanaka had deplored the backbreaking, dirty work they’d been forced to do in the fields in the beginning when Heloki had struggled to get the cane business up and
running. She’d longed for the big-city, mainland life of L.A., insisting her native Kabana—and the hundreds of acres that had eventually grown into KPCS—was nothing more than a primitive, useless place. She had never let him forget it, constantly complaining in her heavy Hawaiian dialect, claiming he would fail and that she would laugh when he did.

  Heloki took in Kabana’s gorgeous western-shore view out his window, glanced around his richly furnished, spacious office. Yeah, well look who’s laughing now, you bitch.

  He didn’t know what he’d ever seen in the selfish, cold witch. It had gotten worse with each passing day, and Kiona’s birth had seemed to be the final nail driven into the coffin of their marriage. Wanaka never had a drop of maternal blood in her, and it was with great relief for Kiona’s sake that he’d finally watched Wanaka go.

  But he had vowed that day that he would not see Kiona leave. So once KPCS had started turning a profit, he’d initiated the trust fund for her, allowing it to grow handsomely over the years.

  That money had been his only assurance of keeping her nearby. Kiona had grown into a brilliant, very valuable KPCS employee, and though she might be absent at times jetting around the world with the movie star in the near future, she and her famous husband-to-be would become wonderful KPCS public representatives.

  More profit. He could hear the cash registers dinging now.

  Yes, Kiona marrying the star would work in the company’s favor. And it wasn’t as if Heloki would be the only one netting any gain here. She would finally get her much coveted trust fund, and she would be the perfect wife for Wulfrum to flaunt before his hordes of fans and the public, a plus for Wulfrum, as well.

  So why was it, Heloki wondered as Ms. Montrose continued to chatter across from him, that if Kiona was so stunning, and it was such a win-win situation for them all, that Wulfrum had allowed such depravity? Why had he seemed to take Nakolo’s side and allow the man in their pre-wedding presence? Was Wulfrum really that stupid, or was there some sort of deceit going on that Heloki—and Wulfrum himself, perhaps—hadn’t been made privy to?