She licked, bit and suckled bare flesh.
He spanked her ass again. "Maybe later I'll fuck that sweet ass of yours.” He grinned but it was short lived, distracted by her movements.
The muscles in her pussy gripped harder, milking him.
The sparkles exploded into bright stars behind his eyes when he shut them. She writhed above him as he felt a second pair of hands caressing him, cupping his cock and balls.
Instant recognition told him whose hands touched him.
Livía's.
He sucked in a breath, fought to open his eyes, but something covered them. He writhed, heard rather than felt, the third presence. How the hell had she done that?
Another hand massaged his shoulder, stroked his hair. Lips nipped his skin.
Kissa giggled and slowed her rhythm.
Livía's familiar scent seemed present in the mix.
He struggled against the imaginary limb, opened his eyes and met Kissa's gaze with a questioning one of his own. "How?"
"Shh," Kissa bit his lip, dug her fingers into his chest and held on while she continued fucking him.
Another pair of lips sucked at his cock, feminine lips caressed his balls and stroked his thighs. A tongue licked circles around his inner leg. The sensations felt real, like two other women were present but Joséf couldn’t see anyone, he allowed himself to revel in the pleasure caused by whatever was toying with him, and enjoy being in the moment with Kissa.
Kissa's hips slammed into his with force he wasn't sure she possessed. She moved faster, harder, crying out so loud he swore she'd wake the dead.
His balls drew closer to his body, Kissa's legs tightened around his and then her orgasm hit with the force of a tsunami. The tidal wave of her release triggered something deep in him, and for a split second, Joséf' swore he could fly. In that instant, he thought he'd been levitated off the ground.
Until his climax forced shudder after shudder through him, bringing him back to a reality so intense, the pleasure overwhelmed his senses, confused his mind. He couldn't focus, his breath came out in rapid, shallow bursts while his orgasm hit.
This was his Livía, his vampire queen. White light held his heart with a feather light grip.
The pussy gripping his cock drank him in.
He shot deep inside Kissa, unable to focus on any one sensation.
Laughter rang out in his head, followed by delicious cries, another woman's voice. Livía?
Kissa's cries grew louder, mingling with the noise in his head.
Joséf became aware of someone else screaming, a male. Then he realized it was him. He screamed his release into Kissa, against her.
Then, it stopped.
He heard loud thunderous beating against his chest and realized it was Kissa's heart.
Her pulse.
Her breathing.
"What…"
She slid off him partially, running her fingers between her legs to touch herself. She brought a wet finger to her lips, drawing their juices into her mouth. Her tongue snaked out, captured their combined juices and she sucked her fingers dry. "Keep doing that and I'll be your slut as well as your princess.” She sank back down on his cock.
"You already—" Another spasm wracked his body and he shot one more spurt inside her.
You can be my little slut as he is my pet! Giggles followed by the sound of a woman moaning drowned out all thought in Joséf's head.
He stopped, leaned back onto his hands and waited.
Kissa shifted her weight, making him jump. Since the two of them made love, he realized just how sensitive his body had grown to touch. It unnerved him a little.
In the past, he'd never let a woman ride him. Livía had been the first exception. Now Kissa was the second. Had he lost some part of his defense mechanism, or had he shifted mentally? His body ached in all new places but the old memories would remain with him forever. Slowly, he forced himself to a sitting position and reached for Kissa.
She fell forward and went limp in his arms.
The two sat in quiet peace, listening to the waves hit the shore, wind brush the leaves and the sound of their breathing. Her heart calmed down, along with his. Sweat covered, the two remained joined at the hips for a few minutes more, until Kissa shifted.
Joséf moved, slowly rolling them to her back.
She wore a satisfied smile. Even in the darkness, her rosy complexion glowed.
His knees burned, the sand sucked. He started laughing though, sending strands of hair over his shoulders and face.
Kissa sat up and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him to the ground with her. "My prince, I cannot move anymore.” She sounded content, happy.
"Neither can I.”
"Your Mistress managed to get in on the action. That was a first for me."
He nodded, "Yeah, odd that. I've never been sucked off from eight thousand miles away. But it did sound like she and Isabella were having a good time.” Joséf nuzzled Kissa's neck.
"And I've never been eaten out from a distance, either. It was most interesting."
"I think she's more than accepting of me bringing you back."
It's you, my wolf, that has the issue bringing her back. I've told you I'll share.
Livía's energy pressed one last kiss to his forehead, warming Joséf's calming heart.
Kissa's mouth curled up in a slow smile that spread across her face. "I'm glad."
He nodded, "Me too."
Joséf closed his eyes. "Our clothes are torn.” He murmured into the softness of Kissa's ear before listening for her breathing to settle into an even, steady rhythm.
"Fuck it. I could care less.”
He slid off her, pulled her against him and wrapped his arms around her. The way her body fit into his made perfect sense all in this moment.
How could he separate from his old self when this was the fruition of his life?
Livía mentioned the need for a departure, but what did she mean?
How would giving up the very things that made him happy help him?
Oh well. Kissa's breathing lulled him to a slumber. He'd think about it in the morning.
Awareness. Joséf opened his eyes, glanced down at Kissa. Her perfect mouth curled up in a bow. He cuddled her close. Dawn wasn’t far off, but he could take this time to just be.
He stirred, enjoying Kissa's soft body pressed into his. Her hands were curled against his chest, her legs wrapped around his. Damn, but he could feel her heat nestling his cock.
Joséf, poor little wolf. Come out and play.
Josef frowned. Whatever that was, he didn’t need it.
Joséf, the voice cajoled, come out and play with me. You know you want to…
Who the hell are you?
Just another wolf, trying to rid this country of the foreign menace.
Underlying malice hid in the softness of the voice.
Meaning me. It was a statement.
It doesn't have to. We could rid ourselves of the others, free the pack as it has needed for years from the vampire influence. We could rule the land, if only you act on your desire.
I have no desire to rule. I want out of this country after the Syndicate has been forced out.
Kissa stirred. Her legs tightened around his hips.
I feel the wolf princess there. She too wants out of Hungary.
Joséf waited.
Come on, Joséf. Leave her here, let’s you and I act on your natural compulsion to destroy… The voice purred like silk over Joséf's mind. Something in the power of the voice compelled him to move.
Slowly he moved Kissa aside and slid out from underneath her.
Her hands fell to her sides. Kissa rolled over and wrapped her arms around her body.
Standing, Joséf crouched low, thought of a large wolf and immediately transformed himself. Pawing the dirt, Joséf raised his head and smelled the air. Nothing out of the ordinary, other than the calming sea air, standard forest smells and insects surrounded them.
Where are
you? Who are you?
Just a man with power, Joséf. And a gift for giving those who want what they desire most. And you desire power, and revenge on all those who scorned you.
Joséf snorted and sat. Never was my game, pal. Try again.
Oh come now, the voice seemed even silkier, deadlier. We all have wants, Mr. Staganov. All creatures, great and small have wants and needs. What are yours?
The wolf glanced at Kissa and back toward the lake. Then, an image of Livía appeared in his mind. Her delicate face, smiling ruby red lips and the wanton look in her eyes made him feel at home.
Livía's scent filled his nose.
Are you near? Joséf looked to the horizon, where dawn brought a soft glow. Livía would be going to bed for the night.
Silence. Two voices in his head. Not a first, but could they hear each other?
He narrowed his eyes, stared harder.
You must have a want, Staganov. Peace of soul, mind? I can grant you those things if you help me.
Compulsion to leave Kissa tugged at him, forcing him to stand. Who are you?
I am merely another wolf. More powerful than those fools you are with.
Then, Joséf paused, what do you need me for?
A show of power before the Ancients.
The answer seemed so perfect. Bring on the angry alpha male to defeat not one, but four Ancients. Richard was a formidable opponent, powerful, agile, and deadly. But he was one vampire. A very old vampire, but still, just one.
There were three others, including Sapporo, to tangle with.
I don't like those odds, nor do I have any desire to wage war against the Ancients.
The voice did not respond.
How did you find me?
Just think of the possibilities of overthrowing those who would oppose us. The power behind the voice faded as quickly as it appeared.
Alone in his head, Joséf looked at Kissa.
She shuddered, stretched her legs and opened her eyes, smiling when she saw him. A gentle yawn escaped her. "My prince, the reason for my faith and confidence."
Joséf smiled. As if she'd read his mind, naturally. "Kissa."
Her expression changed from happy to seriousness. Her eyes lowered, then widened. "I heard him. His voice in my mind."
"Who was it, Kissa?"
"John. I am certain of it. He is near us."
Joséf tensed. "What? I thought he'd been killed.”
"Apparently not. Something big is looming on the horizon."
Thinking quickly wouldn't get him anywhere. "We have to go back to the pack and warn them. Then we have to get out of Hungary."
"So you don't intend to fight him?"
"No, not here. It'd be a suicide move if I fought him on his home front.” He stood, stretched. “I’m not one for suicide.” The words seemed awkwardly comforting, coming out of his mouth for the first time.
She nodded.
"But I do intend to kill him."
Kissa stood and threw her arms around him. "The things he said he'd do to me if you decided to fight him were…"
He'd be damned if he let that happen. He held her close, pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Shush little one. I won't let that happen.” He held her tighter, stroking her hair.
"I know you'll do your best. This is a new John."
Joséf nodded. "It felt like a hybrid, smelled of wolf and graveyard soil. Something else I can't put my finger on mixed with his scent. It was like metal."
"Metal?"
"Yeah. That's the only way I can describe it. He's powerful, and he seemed pretty full of himself. The changing tone of his voice gave away his unique state. It wasn’t something I’ve ever seen."
"Perhaps that's what he wanted you to think."
"Perhaps," he nodded again, he nuzzled her, "but maybe not."
"What did he offer you?"
His eyebrows rose. "What do you mean?"
She clung to him tighter. "He offered me the world, if I'd only turn my back on you.”
Snorting, Joséf stroked her back. “The more he can disrupt things here, the more he can get a hold of the land and control the cities. You don't have grand delusions of world domination. He wants to separate us because I am a danger and hazard to the world if left unchecked."
“The beast inside is both a killer and a protector. Harnessing the power of it will make you stronger, but together, you and the wolf’s mate, are even more a force to be reckoned with, szeretõm. Don’t you see the simplicity in that?
He didn’t know how to respond, so he didn’t.
“I have my weaknesses, just like any other creature. I have utmost faith in you. You are strong.”
"No man is a god, Kissa."
"I know you're right.” She squeezed his hand. “But you cannot allow your past to dictate your future.”
"I am only what I am, Kissa.” She didn't have to see the fear in his mind, even the mental pathway would allow him to hide that if he worked hard enough.
The press of her naked breasts against him stirred his arousal and stole his thoughts from him. She drew his head down for a kiss.
Her heat surrounded his cock, torn clothes and all. Joséf moaned into another kiss, loved the feel of her licking him.
Joséf opened his mouth, letting her tongue invade him.
She tasted him, licked his lips and pushed him down to the ground.
He sucked her tongue, wrapped his hands around her body and tightened his grip on her. Pressing into her, he grew eager to slide his cock inside her.
She moaned, rubbed herself up and down his cock. Reaching with one hand for his zipper, she undid his trousers and freed him.
Bobbing forward, Joséf's cock was thick, heavy. Already wet with pre-cum.
Kissa gripped him with one hand, pulling him and pumping him.
Joséf moaned.
She let go of his cock and cupped his balls.
He groaned deeper into her throat. Unable to stop his body's reaction, he cupped Kissa's ass. Pulling her into him, he felt her fingers brush over his cock. "I want in you.”
"My prince," she breathed into his ear, rubbing her hips against his cock. "Please."
Joséf didn't hesitate. Gripping his cock in one hand, he used the other to brace Kissa against him.
"Against the tree!" She jumped into his hands and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Joséf cupped her ass, aimed his cock straight for her heat and drove himself deep. Her sex sheathed him, squeezed him like a fist.
Joséf lowered his mouth to her neck, biting her, sucking her flesh.
Slowly, he made their way back toward a tree. Carefully, he leaned her against it and began driving in deep, slow strokes. Her breath hitched and pain filled groans echoed.
"Maybe," he spun them around so he rested against the itchy bark of the tree, "this will work better."
Kissa planted her feet on his hips and moved, bouncing up and down against him, driving him deeper.
He closed his eyes, heard Kissa's low moans and focused on the way she made him feel.
Where was Livía?
A quick glance told him the sun had risen. Looking over Kissa's shoulder, he realized she'd stopped moving.
"What's wrong?"
"Your mind, I feel it searching, my prince.” She panted. "I want you. Desperately, I need to come, but you…"
She felt so good wrapped around him, her thighs gripping his cock buried inside her slick core. Earlier they'd connected but the distraction in his head pulled him from her.
"What's wrong, my prince?” Hair stuck to her face, forehead.
Joséf held her against him. "All the shit in my head."
Kissa gave his cock a squeeze with her inner muscles.
Joséf moaned.
"That'll distract you from your self-destruction, my prince.”
Before he could respond, another muscle contraction slid up and down his shaft, tearing him from his earlier thoughts. Pressure built low in his gut, energy surrounded them. "How do you
…"
"Let me distract you, szeretõm.” Kissa's voice dropped another notch; her body began to glow.
Red and silver outlined their bodies. Warmth, along with invisible strings tugged at his heart.
With the way she undulated against him, none of it seemed to matter. Her tight, lithe body drove him insane, forcing his focus to just how well they fit together.
If she fucked him like this, he'd come for eternity.
Nails dug into his flesh. Joséf arched against Kissa, giving her a better angle.
"Oh goddess your thick cock…. right there!" Kissa shivered in his arms, her ass muscles clenching in his hands.
The red and silver of their hue soaked into his skin and forced his climax.
Moving faster, Kissa's body drank up his orgasm.
Her mouth sealed over his, inhaling deeply.
Panting, he sucked in a breath, inhaling her as the last of his semen filled her.
Her hands mussed his hair, fingers tangled in the long curls.
Joséf kissed her back, slowly, sweetly. After a few minutes, he finally noticed the scratching of the bark against the skin of his back.
He sank to the ground, his cock still buried in her.
She sat atop his thighs, eager for more. The smug smile on her face irritated him.
"What?"
"You know.” She giggled and wriggled her hips.
Letting his head fall back against the tree, he sighed heavily. Tired again, Joséf didn't want to go back to the pack.
Her curls fell over her face, hiding her expression.
Drawing her legs up, Kissa shifted, still keeping him inside of her.
"We can get clothes in town or from one of the other pack members.” Her voice became low, a breathy whisper against his sweaty skin.
He nodded. She really loved him, really wanted, needed to be with him. Didn't understand the shit in his head, and things were still a mess.
Settling his arms around her, he pulled her to him and reveled in the feel of her naked skin against his. They were both covered in sweat, a damp mess. She'd probably want to swim in a little bit before returning to find food and head back to the rest of the pack. Istvan and Dave would no doubt be impatiently waiting for him, too.
The desire to go after John and perhaps end this mess in Hungary early seemed like a distant thought after making love to Kissa. Even his desire to return home and resign to his former life of addiction and suicide had dissipated, except for Livía of course.
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