Red Stone of Passion

by Tuesday Morrigan

  And they both belonged to her.

  They looked down on her supine body with heat in their eyes.

  “Come,” she whispered, sitting up. The endless array of bangles on her wrists sang with the movement.

  Her vampire lover, Blaze smiled at the sound. He loved the beautiful song the jewellery made as he fucked her hard. Her second lover followed in Blaze’s wake, his face hidden by the shadows that cloaked her bedroom.

  “Down,” Blaze commanded. She lay back on the bed. The vampire came to stand on her right, her hidden lover on her left. Riana started to turn to her masked lover. Blaze’s long, strong, tender fingers grasped her face and pulled her to him as he bent low and took her mouth. He kissed her hard, fully, taking advantage of her passion and the pleasure he knew he could wring from her body.

  When he broke off the kiss they were both breathing hard.

  She took several breaths to steady her raging heart and tasted her hidden lover on her tongue. She turned to the left and found him watching her with heavy lidded, passion-drenched eyes. She lifted her mouth for his tempting kiss.

  Moments before her lips were meant to touch his, her lover disappeared.

  Riana came back to reality with a shudder. She stared at the glowing stone in her hand with wide eyes. She had held the gemstone before. In another life. When she had reigned over a dynasty. The deep red colour of the stone had gleamed against her dark skin as it shone in a gold necklace.

  Hands shaking, she stared at the jewel as a thousand questions swam through her mind. Each one was more chaotic than the last. And they all ignited one emotion: fear.

  What am I going to do?

  The story of the Red Stone of Passion was more than a myth. It was her past. It was her destiny.

  Chapter Seven

  The Cat Who Cried Wolf

  Ishmael watched Riana from the shadow of her bedroom. He took a deep breath and drank in the scent that cloaked every inch of her room. It was distinctive and addictive. It smelled like summer, passion, and long nights between the sheets.

  It was just a few hours after he had lost Riana at the veterinary clinic. He glanced around the private room on the international train. They were headed for London.

  His cock hardened. He shifted and tried to ease the ache between his thighs. It was no use. She was deep in his bloodstream, had been ever since the minister gave Ishmael her picture.

  And then that kiss…His fingers clenched as passion poured through him.

  Riana glanced at the mirror, looked at her own face as it was the first time she had seen it. A question hung on her full lips. She grimaced at the Garland Garnet and slipped it into the compartment hidden in her bra.

  “Something tells me that pretty little thing is not yours.”

  She turned quickly, arms braced on the sides of her, ready for battle.

  Riana had been trained. By someone who knew what he was doing. Her uncle had failed to mention that. But something told Ishmael the patriarch didn’t know about her lessons.

  “How did you get in my room?”

  He shook his head. “Tsk…tsk. You’re not the only professional around here.”

  She dug into the pockets at her hips and whipped out several small silver items. She flung them at him. At the last possible moment, Ishmael realised what they were and darted to the left. But she had been prepared for his actions. Several of the throwing knives caught him in the thigh.

  He growled low and ripped them from his flesh, throwing them aside. “Damn it. That bloody fucking hurt.”

  When Ishmael looked up he found Riana clear across the room, spread out on her bed, pulling something from beneath her pillows. She turned, short barrel 12-gauge shotgun in her hand. Ishmael pounced on her, jumping clear across the room to land on top of her, and smacked the gun across the bed.

  Air whooshed out of her lungs on impact. Ishmael felt her take a deep breath. Her pert, high breasts moved against his chest. He felt her nipples, hard, insistent, blackberry tips that proposed pleasure.

  She stilled beneath him. He knew she felt the evidence of his desire against her belly. He tried to assuage the fear he knew she must feel.

  “My real name is Ishmael. Our date…it wasn’t a lie. I’m here to protect you, Riana. I’m not going to hurt you.”

  She slapped him hard with the full of her palm. The powerful blow snapped his head back. The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth. “I said I wasn’t going to hurt you.”

  “Like I’m going to believe that,” she growled before kneeing him. If Ishmael hadn’t turned to the right Riana would have caught him right in the balls.

  He grabbed both her hands and pinned them above her head. The lower half of his body lay between her thighs. She was at his mercy.

  Still she bucked against him, brushing her breasts and pelvis against him.

  “For the love of God, don’t tempt me.”

  She stilled and licked her lips. Ishmael’s hard, feverish gaze followed the slow movement of her pink, wet tongue. He wanted to feel that tongue, taste it, and suckle on it.

  He looked into her eyes. They shone brightly with the same heat that sang beneath his veins.

  “I feel like I’m dying…on fire.” His fingers, long and golden, traced the sharp line of her jaw. “I want you, Riana.”

  “Why?” The whispered word tugged on his heart, making his chest hurt. The simple question let him know she didn’t think she was worthy of him. And so he spoke the truth.

  “Because you, Sugar Girl, are everything I have ever wanted...and more.”

  Her eyes searched his face for long moments. He waited with the thumping pulse of his erratic heartbeat thundering through his mind. Finally when Ishmael knew he could take no more, she spoke.

  “I don’t understand why I feel the way I do. I’m afraid to even look for the reason. I only know that if I don’t have you inside of me soon, I’ll die.”

  “Ah, Sugar Girl.” Ishmael pressed his lips to her sweet mouth and took her lips in a tender, drugging kiss. His tongue stroked over her top lip, capturing the honey taste of her lips, before plunging it deep into the inner recesses of her mouth.

  Riana’s tongue tangled with his. Ishmael’s cock hardened and lengthened further, pressing against her, seeking the tempting heat between Riana’s lovely thighs. She tasted so heavenly he thought that he would never get enough.

  His hands moved up her belly, over her softer than silk, naked skin until he cupped her beautiful, pert breasts. She curled against him, rubbing her body against him in an insistent plea for pleasure.

  He kissed the underside of her jaw, her collarbone, the soft swell of her breasts.

  “Yes, yes,” Riana gasped when his fingers found her swollen, blackberry nipples.

  He watched her face as he pinched the turgid buds, looking for signs of pleasure or pain.

  She raked her nails down his back, scrapping against the simple button down shirt he wore. Her hands snaked between their bodies to attack his shirt, popping every button she could reach. Ishmael leaned up, just enough to give him room to rip off the rest of the cloth and throw it aside.

  Glazed eyes stared up at him, drinking in the sight of his naked flesh. Ishmael knew what Riana saw. He’d been with enough women who found him pleasing. But he wanted to know if Riana felt for him a smidge of what he felt for her. When she looked at him did her heart skip inside of her chest? Did the need she felt almost overtake her?

  Ishmael straddled her thighs. “Do you like what you see, Riana?”

  Her deep brown eyes looked him over from his shoulder length midnight hair to his size thirteen feet. Riana gave him a slow, unwavering smile. “Ishmael, I love what I see.”

  “Thank God.” He growled low and tangled the fingers of one hand through her hair, holding her immobile for his fierce kiss. The other hand skimmed down her body until it reached the moist heat between her thighs. Anxious to touch her, he quickly lifted her skirt, settling the fabric at her hips. He cupped her sex, massa
ging her swollen cunt lips with tender touches and ministrations that had her moaning his name against his mouth.

  She broke off the kiss, wrenching her lips from his. “I need you. Now, Ishmael. I cannot wait any longer.”

  He shook his head. Before he appeased his desire for her pussy, he wanted to taste the sweet tips of her breasts. He grabbed the straps of her bra and pulled them down. They were stronger than any fabric he had come across before.

  He grasped the strip of cloth between her breasts and pulled with all his might. The fabric snapped in half.

  Riana stared up at him in shock. “How…”

  Her words were forgotten when he wrapped his lips around the distended tip of one breast and suckled her nipple deep into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the hard bud, rimming it. She shivered beneath him and moaned his name.

  “Sensitive?” he whispered the word against the wet nub before dragging his teeth against it. His hands drifted towards her lonely breast. His fingers plucked the blackberry nipple, pulling it taut, teasing the raised flesh of her dark areole, stretching out her pleasure.

  She arched against him and raked her nails down his back. The pain drove him on, setting a flame to his already ignited libido.

  “Play later. Fuck now.”

  Her harshly whispered words floated through the thick pungent air that cloaked the room. He looked down to stare into her feverish eyes. The espresso colour had darkened so that it looked like he was looking into the midnight sky itself. A single star shone in her gaze.

  “Sugar Girl…”

  “No,” she growled. She didn’t want to think about why she wanted — no needed him. She didn’t want to hear Ishmael question the source of her burning desire. Her thighs clenched around his waist and she flipped him over until she straddled him.

  Riana was on fire. The heat that had been consuming her since the vampire touched her was raging out of control and only Ishmael could put out the flame. It was the same kind of relentless hunger that burned inside of whenever Blaze touched her. Rather than make her fearful or question her actions, it calmed her.

  Both men were potent enough to make her forget her one-night stand rule. She was fully willing to deal with the consequences later. At the moment she was focused on only one thing — her pleasure.

  She wanted him.

  She had wanted him from the moment she saw him. The hard-edged nonchalance that clung to every inch of his six feet five inch frame called out to her.

  And his scent. From the first whiff of his heady, masculine scent, Riana had known she had to feel Ishmael deep inside her, thrusting inside of her cunt.

  She moved down his body, grasped his silver buckle and quickly removed his belt. Riana took her time moving his simple blue jeans down his hips, revealing the indents and lines of his perfect body. She marvelled at the way his chiselled abs clenched as her breath moved over him.

  Riana had that much power over him.

  At the sight of his hard body, she thought of the other man whose figure she had appreciated. Blaze.

  She knew she had not seen the last of him, especially since he had made it very clear that he wanted her and the Red Stone of Passion. Rather than fear his return, Riana looked forward to it. She had no intention of giving up the garnet, but she was planning on spending whatever time she could with Blaze. He had pleased her like no other lover had before. Riana glanced up and found Ishmael watching her with hunger darkened eyes.

  She rarely dated two men within six months of one another and here she was, ready to take her second lover in a week.

  Riana should have been appalled with herself, but… It feels so right, as though it’s supposed to be.

  “Riana?” She heard the question in Ishmael’s voice. He was wondering if she had changed her mind about them. Never.

  She tugged harder on his jeans and paused when the denims sat just below the demarcations of his hips. She traced the line with her tongue, running it from top of his hips until she reached the springy midnight hair. She repeated the wet, hot caress against his other hip.

  His fingers dug into her shoulders. “Riana.”

  Still, she didn’t pull the jeans down to reveal his cock.

  Riana ran her tongue up his body, following the midnight trail of hair until she reached his bellybutton. She swirled her tongue inside the small circle and smiled when she heard his answering groan. Swallowing the dark, intoxicating taste that was distinctly Ishmael, she pressed her lips against his hot flesh, peppering kisses over his stomach and rib cage, until she reached his neck. She captured his full lips in a fiery kiss.

  His hips ground against hers, pressing the thick length of his cock against the wet heat between her thighs. She moved against him instinctively, pushing her soft cunt against his hardness.

  Riana broke off the kiss and pulled Ishmael’s pants just far enough down his legs to reveal his cock.

  His thick, hard dick pointed to his navel. Riana stared at it hungrily. She needed it deep between the moist folds of her cunt. She started to hike up her skirt when Ishmael’s hands brushed against hers. The simple act of feeling his hands against hers, caressing her thighs nearly brought her to climax.

  He grasped the strings of her thong and ripped it from her body. Fingers skirted around the ebony mass of crinkly hair that hid her most potent secrets. When Riana began to wonder if she could take any more of his sweet tortuous touch, two fingers delved into her wet, hot pussy, diving deep between her dripping folds. In. Out. Deep. In. Out. Deeper. She shivered above him feeling passion unlike any she had ever felt before. No, she mentally corrected. She had felt an intensive, parallel level of satisfaction with Blaze. She gasped as the untold pleasure shot through her system. Eyes closed, lips parted she rode his fingers until she felt herself on the edge of a shattering orgasm.

  Her lashes fluttered to reveal her hot, heavy lidded gaze. She gasped the thick length of his cock, marvelled that her long fingers couldn’t wrap its girth. When she looked up she found Ishmael holding a small silver foil with a smug smile on his face. He knew his size was impressive.

  “Cocky, aren’t we?”

  His grin widened. “Sugar Girl, I’m not taking the bait.”

  A bubble of laughter escaped her lips when she snatched the foil from him. The smile melted off his handsome face when she rolled the condom over his cock and pressed it to her pussy.

  Riana watched Ishmael as she slowly lowered herself until he was fully imbedded deep inside of her. Pleasure hardened the fine lines of his sculpted face. Both their chests rose and fell with each panting breath they took. Then Riana moved, lifting her thighs, slowly letting her cunt caress Ishmael’s cock as she rose.

  He growled a curse, grabbed her hips and slammed into her as he pulled her down for his thrust. Heat shot through Riana’s body as her pussy tightened almost painfully at the pleasure. She cupped her breasts and tweaked the diamond hard nipples as she rode him.

  Passion held her prisoner as she fucked Ishmael with abandon. He grunted beneath her, calling for her mercy, moaning her name, but Riana ignored him as she took her pleasure. She was a woman, a powerful, natural being caught in the midst of her own desire.

  She lowered her head and brushed her lips against his. Her gaze caught his. “Harder, Ishmael. Fuck me harder.”

  He grasped the back of her head and pulled her down for his kiss as he lifted his hips and surged deep into the heart of her core. Her pussy fluttered wildly around him. He withdrew only to thrust back into her, pushing past the tight, slick walls of her cunt. Riana broke of the heated kiss and screamed Ishmael’s name as she climaxed around him.

  “Oh God. Oh my God.”

  “Yes. Yes!” he growled as he thrust into her over and over again, forcing her back upon that precipice she’d just left, until she was hovering over the abyss of passion, waiting to fall head first, waiting to feel another body shattering, mind numbing orgasm rip through her system.

  Ishmael leaned up and the fingers of his right
hand sifted through the midnight curls at the apex of her spread thighs. He quickly found her clitoris and pumped the engorged bud.

  Riana shrieked above him and convulsed as pleasure ripped through every inch of her body. Ishmael’s fingertips moved along her scalp, setting off nerve endings before they tightened in her hair, pulling her closer to sweaty planes of his hard body, until she was pressed against him. He took her lips in a savage kiss that robbed her of what little breath she had as he pumped himself deep into the slick, tight folds of her cunt.

  “Ishmael, I need more.”

  He smiled at her, flashing a grin full of mischief and promised passion, before flipping them over so that she lay on her back beneath him.

  Riana groaned at the feel of him deep between her thighs. The press of slightly furred hard muscles against her smooth skin was highly intoxicating.

  “Yes, oh yes.”

  His long, strong fingers grasped her hips and pulled her hard against him so that she slammed into him, taking every last inch of his thick, long length deep inside of her. Imbedded as he was, Riana felt filled to the brim with him.

  “Fuck me hard.”

  He stared into her dark eyes for several seconds, his cock fully immersed within her, twitching with the force of her clenching cunt. “You asked for it, Sugar Girl.”

  It was like she had opened a dam and allowed his surging need free. Ishmael thrust his long, hard cock into her cunt with so much power she moved up the bed a few inches. Riana threw both legs around him, curling them so that she was cradled against his chest and her thighs surrounded his hips. He sank deeper into her wet folds.

  “Come for me, Sugar Girl.”

  “Oh God, yes. Yes. Yes. Yes!” Riana threw her head back and gasped at the exquisite feeling of bliss. The tantalising sensations in her lower belly tightened and spread, strumming through her every erogenous zone, swirling through her body until she felt like she could no longer contain them.

  “I’m coming. Oh lord, I’m coming.” She screamed as her cunt clenched forcefully with the power of her shattering orgasm. Ishmael’s fingers tightened on her hips, holding her closer to him as he pumped into her, pushing her higher and higher, forcing her to take more and more satisfaction. Her voice was hoarse from screaming her carnal delight.