by Faith Gibson
“We can go.” She didn’t release him immediately. She pulled him into another heated kiss full of tongue and teeth. Really sharp teeth.
Rafe stepped back and pulled his phone from the inside pocket of his tuxedo jacket. “Jonathan, please pull around to the back door.” He made sure Kaya’s dress was back in place then he pulled on her hand, leading her out of the restroom. Just before they hit the back door, they met Dante. “We are leaving. If anyone is looking for Kaya, she isn’t feeling well and asked that I take her home.”
“Yes, my Brother.” Dante turned toward the banquet room and stood sentry, giving Rafael and Kaya time to make their exit with no interference.
The limousine was idling at the curb outside the back entrance. Jonathan was holding the backdoor open, allowing Rafe and Kaya to slide in. He returned to the driver’s seat. “Home, Sir?” He asked Rafe, looking in the rearview mirror.
“Yes, please.” Rafael raised the privacy screen and pulled Kaya into his lap. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he groaned against her neck as he pulled her dress up around her waist. He situated her so that she was straddling his lap. He pushed his hand between them and found her wet folds, stroking softly with his fingers as he continued kissing her throat. He let his fangs break free of their skin enclosure and gently scraped her shoulder. The gasp that escaped her was caught in his mouth as he once again pressed their lips together.
“I want to feel your pussy around my fingers, Kaya. I want you to come for me, like this. Can you do that?”
“Yes,” she answered breathlessly. Kaya held onto his shoulders and leaned back, giving him room to maneuver his fingers in and out of her body, circling her clit with his thumb. With his free hand, he pushed her dress off her shoulder, releasing a breast. He noticed a scar that appeared to be a gunshot wound. Gently, he brushed his mouth across the puckered skin then turned his attention to a different kind of pucker. Rafe sucked her already taut nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the tip. He nipped the skin around her areola, careful not to bring blood with his fangs. The sensation pushed her over the edge. As soon as the sharp tips scraped her skin, she rocked back and forth on his fingers, calling his name with her release.
Rafe felt the car slow as Jonathan pulled into the driveway. He righted Kaya’s dress and pulled her mouth to his for a soft, sensual kiss. “We’re home, Love.”
Chapter 49
Isabelle was a little nervous as Gregor Stone, her new boss, showed her around the prison. From the outside, it looked big. On the inside, the place was enormous. Staircases led underground to where the worst kinds of criminals were housed. They passed by solitary confinement when Gregor stopped to look in on one of the inmates. Isabelle stood on her tiptoes and took a peak. The man in the cell was sitting on the edge of his bed, head in his hands. His coloring was pale. Not just his skin but his hair as well. She would have to see his eyes to classify him as truly Albino.
“What’s his story?” When she spoke, the man looked up, meeting her eyes. She was frozen. There was something about him that called to her. He stood and walked to the door, peering at her through the small window. “He tried to kill the chief of police three times. He doesn’t talk, or at least we haven’t been able to get him to. Don’t worry Isabelle; you won’t have to deal with him.”
”What if he needs medical attention?” She couldn’t take her eyes off those staring back at her.
“He won’t. Now, let’s continue your tour.” Gregor walked away from the cell, expecting Isabelle to follow. The man behind the glass put his hand on the small window. Isabelle wanted to put her hand up to his, but she had just been told he was a murderer. Not the type of inmate she wanted to get to know. She didn’t see the man behind the door watch her as far as he could and then whisper, “Izzy.”
They continued back up to ground level when Isabelle noticed a door. “Where does this go?”
He kept walking past as he responded, “The Basement.”
“What’s down there?” She glanced back at the solid door that had an electronic scanner on the wall beside it.
“Storage.” Gregor didn’t offer any more information.
“Do I get access?” She wanted to know what was down there.
He stopped and sternly said, “No. You have access to all levels with the exception of the Basement. The first floor is maximum security, and you are not to go there alone. You will be escorted to the first floor only when necessary and always with a guard. The people in this prison are the worst garbage imaginable, Isabelle. I will do everything in my power to keep you safe, but you have to abide by the rules. There is no room for error here. If you break a rule, you’re out. That’s for your protection, got it?”
“Yes, Sir.” She was beginning to feel this was a mistake. Why had she taken this job anyway? Oh, to keep from working for her family who had lied to her her entire life.
“Not Sir, just Gregor. I want us to be friends, Isabelle. This might seem like a less than perfect place to work, but it really won’t be that bad. Now, do you have any questions?” He stopped outside the door to her new home away from home.
“What happened to the doctor who was here before me?”
“He didn’t follow the rules. Anything else?”
“No, I just need to look at the clinic and take inventory.” She didn’t want to bring her own supplies. She had agreed to work part-time while they looked for a permanent replacement. She planned on keeping her clinic operating on weekends for now.
“Just make a list of anything you need, and we’ll get it for you. If that’s all, I will leave you to it. My number is programmed into all the phones. Just pick up the receiver, dial one, and you’ll get me. Now, if you’ll excuse me, there is something I must tend to.”
Gregor strode down the hall toward his own office. She admired his form until he disappeared around the corner. Stepping into her new clinic, she took in the mess. The previous doctor had been a slob. This wouldn’t do at all. She would have to clean the place up before taking inventory. She might as well get busy.
Vincent knew that voice, knew her face. The beautiful girl in the window reminded him of someone, but who? He paced his cell, still chastising himself for failing. Now he would never get close to Gordon Flanagan. The boss didn’t like weak, didn’t like less than perfect results. His plan to use Kaya Kane as bait had almost cost him his life. If it wasn’t for her insistence that he live, he would be dead now. Why would she do that? He tried to kill her, and she wanted his life spared. That didn’t make sense.
Right now, nothing made sense. His mind was confused. That girl in the window did that to him. Why would she scramble his brain? Fuck, he needed a cigarette. He paused his pacing and looked at his cell. He had a bed, a toilet, a desk, a chair, some paper, and a crayon. A fucking crayon. If he had anything sharper it could be used as a weapon. Did they not realize he was a weapon? Just like them.
When they shoved him in his new home, they told him to write down why he was trying to kill the chief. Instead, he had written one word: cigarette. He didn’t know how long he had been in there since he tended to lose track of time, but he did know he hadn’t been given a cigarette. Some stupid patch was on the dinner tray after he made his request. He picked the patch up and sniffed it. It smelled of nicotine, so he put it on his arm. It eased his craving for about five minutes.
Maybe the pretty doctor, what was her name, Izzy? Maybe she would get him a cigarette. She was nice. No! She had him locked in here too. But her eyes had been kind, hadn’t they? Vincent shook his head. No, she wasn’t nice either. She was just another useless woman that needed to die.
In the next cell over, Tamian was taking notes. The newest inmate rambled on and on about Gordon Flanagan. Some of his words made sense then he would stop and stutter, like he couldn’t remember what he was talking about. Whenever the guards were near, he would clam up. He refused to talk if anyone was around. When Tamian heard the man say the new doctor’s name, a chill ran down hi
s spine. He had to get word to Gregor and warn him. When he did this, he was going to have to give up his own secret.
Chapter 50
Kaya was standing in the suite she now shared with Rafael. They were welcomed home by Priscilla who had obviously prepared the room for their arrival. White candles were scattered around, emitting a warm glow. She felt strong arms wrap around her waist as his body melted into hers. “What are you thinking?” he asked against her neck.
“I was just thinking it’s going to take a while to get used to all this. I’ve only ever lived in my two bedroom house.”
“You also have a villa on the southern coast of Italy,” he whispered in her ear.
“Really? I’ve never been to Italy.” Maybe they could go there on vacation someday.
“I think you should keep your house. We could always use somewhere closer to the city to make a pit stop when we get too caught up in each other to wait. But I am definitely having blinds installed.”
“I’d like that.” She leaned her head back onto his shoulder, relishing the feeling of being safe and secure.
“What I’d like is to make love to my beautiful woman.” Rafe lowered the zipper at the side of the dress then gripped the hem and raised it over her head. She stood completely naked before him save her shoes. He dropped the dress then reached out and squeezed her breasts, twisting and teasing her nipples. The slight pain sent tremors from her chest to her core. “You have the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen.”
Kaya didn’t want to think of all the breasts he’d seen in his five hundred and some odd years, but if hers were the most beautiful, she would accept that. She pulled his shirt out of his pants and began freeing each button. She would never get used to a naked Rafael. His bare chest was a work of art. She was surprised he had no ink adorning his body, but he really didn’t need it. She pushed the shirt down his arms, and he allowed it to drop to the floor next to her dress. She unbuttoned his pants and slid the zipper down slowly, carefully in case he was commando. She pushed the slacks down his muscular legs and was eye level with his gorgeous erection. The tip was glistening, inviting her to steal a taste. When she licked the droplet, she heard a low growl as he reached down and pulled her up to her feet. Holy shit, his fangs were out.
He kicked his pants off as he growled, “Are you ready for me?” She didn’t know how he talked around his fangs without cutting his lip, but she guessed after five hundred years he had plenty of practice.
“Yes, I am. I want to feel you on me, in me. I want to kiss every inch of that powerful body of yours, and I want to suck you down my throat. I want to taste my juices on your lips. I want to feel you come inside of me. I want it all.”
She felt Rafael pull away. He ran a hand through his long hair that was now hanging in his face. “What’s wrong?”
“Kaya, I can’t. I just can’t fill you with my seed, not yet. Not until I’m sure…”
Kaya felt ridiculous and embarrassed. Her heart was lost to a man who wasn’t sure he wanted her enough to have a child with her.
“I thought you wanted children. I thought...maybe I should go back to my house.” She bent to grab her dress when strong hands gripped her arms.
“No, Kaya, you misunderstood. I do want that, more than you know. I want to see the smooth skin of your belly stretched over and protecting my babe. Nothing would please me more than to know that my child is growing inside of you, but we don’t know what mating with a human will do. I’m not ready to take that chance. Kaya, if something were to happen to you I would want to perish.”
“But I’m ready, Rafael. For whatever reason, the fates, or God, or gods, or goddesses have chosen us to be together. If we are supposed to be mates, then I’m supposed to be the mother of your children. If you aren’t ready because you want us to spend more time together getting to know each other better, then I will agree to that. If I have to get on the pill then so be it. But I want to feel you. All of you. Rafael, I don’t want there to be anything between us when we make love.”
Rafael told her he wanted to make love to her. After her admission of wanting everything he had to give her, what he really wanted to do was throw her down and fuck her senseless. She was expecting slow and gentle so that is what he would give her. First. Then he would fuck her senseless. All night long.
He pulled a naked Kaya into his arms. He had to feel her. Her breasts were pressed against his chest and her hands were stroking his back down to his ass. He mimicked the movement only he cupped her ass and lifted her until she wrapped her legs around his waist. His hard cock was caught between their bodies and he needed to be inside his woman.
He pulled her shoes off then laid her on the bed. Her legs automatically opened for him. Her pussy was unabashedly on display: an offering for her King. He situated his knees between her thighs, fisting himself. She licked her lips while she watched his hand. Kaya slid her own hands down past her stomach to her lips. Using her fingers, she opened herself up for him.
“Rafael,” she begged.
“Yes, Love, what do you want?” He couldn’t take his eyes off the show between her legs. Her fingers were teasing not only him but the inside of her labia.
“I want your cock buried to the root.” She continued rubbing herself, enticing him to hurry.
“Oh my beautiful girl, you’ll get my cock and so much more.” He lowered his body so that he was hovering just above her chest, holding himself up on one forearm. He kissed her lips, her chin, and her neck while he rocked his erection back and forth over her clit, teasing, taunting. “Is this what you want?” The thick head stopped just at the entrance to her wet pussy; pulsing, aching, with the need to feel her surrounding him. She removed her hands to make room for his cock and placed them on her breasts, pulling on her nipples.
“Yes.”
“Yes what?” He tapped his dick on her mound and her eyes widened.
“Yes, my King.”
He impaled her with one long thrust. Instead of moving, he kept his dick buried against her walls, reveling in the feel of his woman. “Gods, you feel so fucking good.”
When Kaya ground against him, he set a slow rhythm that had his beast howling inside. He was now on his hands, slowly sliding in and out. Kaya rose up on her elbows so she could watch his cock enter and exit her core. “That’s hot.” After enjoying the view for a moment, she lay back, her blonde hair spread out on the pillow and began playing with her breasts while watching his face.
“You’re hot. I want you to enjoy this.” He pulled out until only the head of his cock was inside her. “Making love to you is a wondrous thing, but me being what I am, and you being what you are, it’s hard for me to go slow, easy.” He plunged into her, hard. Closing his eyes, he confessed, “The restraint alone is driving me insane.”
“Then don’t hold back. Let go. Let me see you. All of you.”
“Are you certain?” Rafael had never let go in all the times he’d ever had sex, but this wasn’t just sex. This was becoming one with the woman he loved even if it wasn’t slow and easy.
“I’m sure. And Rafael? I want you to bite me.”
“Kaya, that completes the bond. Once it’s done it cannot be undone.”
“I know. I love you Rafael Di Pietro, and I want to be bonded to you for life.”
Rafael lowered his upper body so that their faces were close. He began sliding in and out, slowly at first but when his beast demanded to be let out, this time he obliged. His fangs come out and when he looked into Kaya’s eyes she nodded. She wrapped her long legs around his hips and raked her nails down his back. When the blood released from his skin where she dug in, he lost it. He let out a roar. As he pistoned his dick into her pussy, he unfurled his wings then sank his teeth into her shoulder. Their climaxes exploded at the same time and she cried out when they came.
Rafael retracted his fangs and licked her shoulder where the puncture wounds were. At first he was afraid her scream had been from the pain of the bite, but the look in his woman
’s eyes was a combination of lust and love. The bond was coursing through their veins, entwining their souls together. The smile on her beautiful face set him at ease.
Kaya reached up and touched a leathery wing. She ran her fingers along the thick outer ridge. “Rafael,” she rasped. The wings disappeared.
Kaya grabbed his ass and dug her feet into the mattress, grinding her body against his, wanting more. “Rafael,” she begged with more intensity. He had never gotten hard again so quickly, but it seemed whatever his Queen wanted she was going to get. Without pulling out, he continued stroking the inside of her walls, getting longer and harder with each movement.
“Harder baby, fuck me harder.” Kaya was insatiable. He would stay inside her until she made him leave. She was grabbing at his hair, his back, his biceps. His woman was clamping on to any part of him she could, anything to urge him on. He pounded into her as hard and as fast as he could without hurting her. His shifter strength would leave her bruised if he wasn’t careful.
Kaya’s pussy began tightening around his cock, so he knew she was about to come again. He reached between them, rubbing her clit with his thumb. That was the spark that ignited her flame. His woman screamed out his name as she let go.
When she finally came down he kissed her gently. “I love you too, Kaya Kane.”
Rafael called an impromptu family dinner. Kaya was nibbling at her food, taking it all in. There were so many men in attendance, but Priscilla made it seem like an everyday occurrence to cook for that big of a group.
Once they were finished eating, they all made their way to the patio for an after dinner cocktail. Rafael and Kaya were the last ones out the door and what she saw confused her. All the brothers were down on one knee with one fist over their heart. Rafael stopped Kaya and said, “Stay here.”
