Stone Passions Trilogy (Stone Passion 1, 2, & 3)

by A C Warneke

  Turning, she leaned her back against the rail as he strode across the sumptuous room, looking incredibly sexy in a pair of khakis and a button-down shirt that was completely unbuttoned, showcasing his incredible torso. He had flat, clearly defined abs and a light dusting of hair on his chest. His skin was the same gold-kissed shade of his face, his natural color despite the glorious auburn hair that no longer hung loosely and unbound to his waist. As he walked he looked like a romance cover model come to life, all sex and swagger.

  As her eyes drifted lower, over the bulge in his pants, she noticed that he wasn’t wearing any shoes. He had long, elegant feet, which she found just as sexy as the rest of him. Geez, she had it bad if she found his naked feet sexy. Leisurely dragging her eyes back up his body, she smiled in appreciation; she had never seen such a well-formed man and for now he was all hers.

  “You didn’t go out,” he said, stepping onto the patio and putting his hands on her waist, warming her with a simple touch. “Is everything all right?”

  She smiled sheepishly as she admitted, “I was going to walk around the neighborhood and just absorb the atmosphere, maybe sketch a little, but I fell asleep.”

  He brushed him thumb along her cheek, the touch so achingly tender she wondered how she would survive falling in love with him, if she were foolish enough to do so. “My brothers wish to take me out for a night on the town.”

  Her heart stuttered as disappointment ate at her and she took a small step back. Offering a smile that felt too much like a grimace, she looked up at him, “Then you should go. I’m sure I can find something to keep me occupied.”

  “Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, closing the distance she had put between them and gathering her into his arms. Kissing the top of her head, he murmured, “I told them that it would only take me a moment to get you… unless you don’t want to go?”

  Her lips spread into a wide grin, eager to spend the night in Rhys’s company, to see the nightlife of London with him by her side. Standing up on her tip toes, she pressed a kiss against the strong column of his throat, “I want to go.”

  He inhaled sharply, bending his head and capturing her lips in a heated kiss. She slid her hands up over his bare torso, over the hard muscles of his chest, and around his neck, holding him to her as he kissed her with a desperation she recognized. Seven years of loneliness fueled her hunger and she drowned in his kiss.

  Tearing his mouth from hers, breathing heavily, he rested his forehead against hers, “We should get ready to go.”

  “Yeah,” she agreed, staring at his damp lower lip, mesmerized by the way it glistened in the low light. Moistening her own lips with the tip of her tongue, she captured the succulent masculine flesh between her teeth and gently bit down, soothing the bite with her tongue.

  Rhys’s groan filled her ears, driving her wild with the need to be a part of him. Grabbing her wrists, he pried her arms away from his body and then stared down at her, his eyes darkening as they moved over her face. With another groan, he offered a sexy smile, “We have a few minutes.”

  “Will that be enough time?” His scent filled her head as her eyes drifted to the gold-kissed skin of his taut chest, the light dusting of hair and the hard brown discs of his nipples. She lightly scraped her nails over his nipples, watching as the small buds tightened in response, as his stomach muscles clenched.

  He gently pulled her hands away from his chest and placed them at her sides before slowly easing the buttons of her blouse from their holes. Spreading her blouse open and exposing her torso to his perusal, he flicked the front clasp of her bra and set her breasts free. Reaching up, he covered her breasts with his hands, sending tendrils of sensation from her nipples to her sex as fire licked along her skin.

  “I adore your creamy skin, Jenna. I want to lick you all over and nibble your sensitive spots, from the obvious places like your neck to the ones that are hidden. I want to discover them all.” His brown eyes heated and his smile faltered as he watched his fingers lightly toy with her swollen peaks. “I love your breasts. They're so perfect, firm and ripe and I just want to devour them.”

  Bending his head, he put action to word, taking a nipple into the depths of his hot, wet mouth and sucking gently. His tongue curled around the little nub, lashing it then suckling it in a sensual method. His hand was rolling the other nipple, keeping it turgid and ready for his mouth. Her belly hummed with excitement, her sex swelled with anticipation. Her panties were damp and she wished he would touch her between her legs, make the ache disappear.

  “Touch me, Rhys,” she pleaded in a broken whisper. “Please.”

  “My sweet Jenna,” he rasped, his voice guttural as he took her other nipple between his lips. As he teased her breasts, he was undoing the closure of her pants and pushing the material down her hips, her thighs, exposing her legs to the night air. Eager to have him in her body, she pushed her pants down the rest of the way, stepping out of the jeans and kicking them to the side.

  He cupped her between her legs but over her panties and she moaned, wanting to feel his hand against the swollen folds of her sex. Impatient, her hands went to his khakis, tugging at the snap and jerking the zipper down. Hot breath moved over her damp skin as he rasped, “I love your long legs. I want them wrapped around my hips while I plunder your sweet body.

  “Rhys,” she implored, blushing furiously as he so easily seduced her with words and tongue.

  “Jenna.” He nuzzled her neck, his soft lips teasing her flesh and sending shivers throughout her body. Her eyes rolled back as he hit a particularly sensitive spot and she simply exulted in the feel of his mouth on her skin.

  Abandoning her quest to get his pants off so she could touch him, she moved her palms over the heated skin of his stomach, tracing the harshly defined muscles of his abs and chest. She didn’t want to think, just feel. “I have been dreaming about this moment since we first met.”

  “I’ve been dreaming about it since you put your hands on me in my gargoyle form,” he returned, pressing heated kissed along her neck. “It was the most erotic thing I've ever felt.”

  His words made another surge of lust well up inside her and her hands grew restless, delving into the material of his pants and finding the heavy length of his penis. Curling her fingers around the thick flesh, she slowly pumped the hot length, enthralled by its heat, its sheer size. She wanted him to stop teasing her and to fuck her.

  “You ran your hands along my body and I could feel it in my cock,” he purred, trailing a line of kisses along her jaw, his breathing ragged. He rubbed her clitoris over the silky scrap of panties and her hips began to sway to his rhythm. Her panties were soaked and she wished they would simply vanish. “I want to feel your hands once more on my stone body.”

  “I want to feel your skin against my human body,” she growled, urging him closer by tugging on his cock. His chest brushed against hers and she arched her back, needing to feel all of his body against hers.

  In a frenzy of movement, he tore the scrap of silky material from her body and pushed his pants down just enough to give his erection room. Wrapping a hand around her thigh, he raised her leg and rested it on his hip before closing the distance between them and pressing his cock against her sex. “Are you sure?”

  “No,” she admitted, curling her fingers around the base of his skull and bringing his mouth down to hers. “But if you’re not in me in two seconds I think I’ll die.”

  “Well, in that case,” he grinned against her lips before claiming her mouth and pressing his cock into her willing and eager body. Her vaginal lips opened and stretched as he forged his way into her body, claiming her inch by magnificent inch. His tongue was luscious as it stroked against hers and his palm was hot against her bare ass as he held her steady.

  As he continued to slide his cock upwards, she wrapped both of her arms around his neck, holding on as he gave her more than she thought she could handle. Squeezing her eyes shut, a little whimper came from the back of her throat and he eased u
p a bit. “Look at me, sweetheart.”

  She blinked and found herself drowning in pools of molten chocolate. “You’re so tight, Jenna, and it feels like a wet fist wrapping itself around my cock. I can feel your cunt stretching around me… can you take a little more?”

  Dazed, she nodded and he gave her another inch or so. Her vaginal folds were stretched tautly around him in a pleasurable ache and her body felt full but he still had more to give. “Just relax, my love, and I will give you everything.”

  Her legs trembled but she relaxed, feeling the length of his erection pulsing within her. Instead of filling her, he simply held steady, letting her body adjust for the final intrusion. She was panting as he held her on the fine line of pleasure and release, the knife’s edge that was almost painful. Moisture beaded his brow as he held back. Trying to squeeze her legs together was impossible with Rhys standing between them, denying her an orgasm as he intensified the pleasure he was giving her.

  “Rhys,” she rasped, desperate for all of him. She trembled as the pleasure began to crack around the edges and wash over her.

  At last, he pulled back slightly before surging forward, his grip tightening on her thigh as her body engulfed him to the root. His eyes closed as sheer bliss softened his features and he held himself still. “Do you feel it, Jenna? Your body is weeping in ecstasy, devouring my cock and fluttering around me.”

  It was incredible and she felt impaled, the pleasure bordering on pain as she ached all over in the best way possible. He flexed his hips and she gasped as her muscles clung to him. “Open for me, Jenna. Give me everything.”

  Lifting her other leg, spreading her sex further apart, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her butt was against the railing as he leaned into her, pressing ever deeper into her body. The faraway noise of the city, the damp tendrils of fog, the tangy scent of sex, filled her senses and she was lost as Rhys thrust in a gluttony of sexual hunger.

  Her orgasm tore through her, burning up everything in its path and leaving ashes in its wake. With nails digging into his shoulders, she arched her back as every muscle convulsed in ecstatic rapture, the agony going on and on until she was sure she had died. Through a haze, she felt his body stiffen, heard him cry out, and then she was gone, lost in ecstasy.

  “Rhys?” Jenna’s voice trembled only a little. After waking up from an orgasm-inducing coma she was surprised to find she could talk at all. At some point, he had carried her back into their luxurious suite and lay down on the plush bed, draping her across his hard body. She was surprisingly rested, which she should have been considering how much she had slept. She wondered if he slept, if he even needed to sleep. Idly drawing images on his chest with her fingers as he stroked her bare back, she murmured, “We should probably get ready to go. Your brothers are probably furious with me right now.”

  He was quiet for so long she thought he might have fallen asleep, despite the gentle touch of his fingers on her skin. Tilting her head back, she saw that he was awake and he was smiling down at her. She loved his smile, it just made everything brighter. Relaxing against him, she felt her own loopy smile forming in automatic response. His grin widened as he shook his head no, “They understand. But I agree, we do need to get ready if you want to take in a few of the sights.”

  “Now I’m torn,” she said on a sigh, enjoying the steady rhythm of his heart, the warm heat of his body. It was nice just being held in his arms and feeling safe, protected. While the rest of the world spun recklessly out of control, she was with Rhys, a man who could make her laugh and make her... happy. “I have wanted to travel for as long as I can remember but I never actually went anywhere. When I was child we didn’t go very far because my parents were busy with the chocolate store and then Jeremy….”

  She hadn’t meant to even mention Jeremy’s name; it just sort of slipped out and she tensed. It probably wasn’t good form to mention the names of previous lovers after having sex for the first time with a current lover. But Rhys made her forget the walls that she had erected. He felt like he was a part of her life and that she could share anything and everything with him. It was still probably a good idea to save talk of Jeremy for when they weren’t basking in post-orgasmic glow. “I’m sorry.”

  “Shh,” he whispered, never ceasing his gentle strokes, soothing her and offering comfort. His lips pressed against her head and she felt his smile as he crooned, “There is no need to apologize to me, not ever, Jenna. Jeremy is a part of what makes you you and his memory should be honored.

  “We can talk about him now or we’ll talk about him when you’re ready, okay?” he asked, making her want to weep tears of wonder. What did she do to deserve such a compassionate man?

  “Rhys,” she sighed, kissing the warm, salty skin over his generous heart. “You are a far better person than I am.”

  His laughter was a balm to her soul and she smiled, finally at home. After another moment, he leapt from the bed and pulled her out, “Come, let’s get dressed and see what debauchery my brothers have in store for us tonight.”

  Dressing quickly, throwing on jeans and t-shirts, and a sweater in Jenna’s case, they exited the room and found the three London brothers leaning against the door with perfectly bored expressions on their coldly beautiful faces. Artaire dragged a slow, leisurely perusal up and down their bodies before smirking, “Ah, so the lovers have decided to join us this evening.”

  “We were beginning to worry when we didn’t hear screaming,” Bar murmured casually, glancing at his perfectly manicured nails as if they were the most fascinating thing in the world. “We thought perhaps Rousseau had lost his ability to truly please a woman.”

  Ignoring their commentaries, Jenna cocked her head to the side as she looked at the three brothers, her nose crinkled in confusion, “Why do you call him Rousseau? I thought his name was Rhys.”

  “My name is Rhys,” Rhys said next to her, his arm snaking around her waist and pulling her against his hard body. "But when I came to them I was Rousseau, at least that is what my mother named me.”

  Rowan snickered, “It means red-headed.”

  Jenna glanced between Rhys and Rowan and smiled because they both had red hair, though Rhys’s hair was closer to auburn whereas Rowan’s hair was vibrantly, almost unnaturally red.

  “Now come,” Bar said, stepping forward and taking her hand in his, looping her arm through his. Caught between two large men, Jenna surrendered to their whims, trusting that they weren’t going to create too much discord and may even show her some of the lesser known areas of London. “The night is early and the city awaits.”

  Chapter 11

  “I think my brothers like you,” Rhys murmured as they lay naked in the bed, once more with Jenna sprawled on top of his hard body.

  After staying up all night hitting the various clubs and bars, as well as being slightly drunk and physically exhausted, she still had too much mental energy to fall asleep. Another round of sex had only taken a slight edge off her vibrating brain cells and she was content just listening to the sound of Rhys’s heart beating. She was addicted to the rhythm of his heart knowing that as long as she could press her ear against his chest and hear the steady pulse everything was going to be all right.

  “They liked getting me drunk,” she corrected, drawing lazy circles on his chiseled chest, toying with the silky hairs there. “I have had more shots tonight than I have had in my entire life, Rhys. I’m surprised you didn’t have to carry me home.”

  “I did carry you home,” he chuckled.

  “Oh,” she said with a slight frown, her fuzzy brain recalling something along those lines. “I guess you did. I think I must have thought I was flying.”

  He chuckled, hugging her tighter. In such a short time she had grown absurdly comfortable in her nudity, finally embracing the small but exquisitely sensitive breasts that Rhys took such great pleasure in. She loved the slick feel of his naked flesh sliding against hers, she loved sleeping on top of him when they managed to sleep at all during
the night, she loved…. He radiated so much heat that a blanket would be stifling, even in a somewhat drafty manor in the middle of winter.

  How had she ever believed that magic didn’t exist? Lying in Rhys’s arms she could forget everything she left behind and pretend that this was all that there was. She knew that it was childish and irresponsible but for a little while she just wanted to lose herself in a sea of bliss. The world she left behind would still be there and by the time she returned from this amazing trip she was going to be completely rejuvenated, ready to face reality once again.

  She enjoyed meeting his brothers even if they were less than pleased by her presence. They were unfailingly polite, if not a little distant, but it didn’t matter because Rhys made sure that she was included in everything that the four of them did. When they had tried to drag Rhys into an exotic strip club for supernatural creatures and other immortal beings, Rhys had gained her admittance by claiming she was his human. He had worn a guilty expression and his brothers had snickered until he explained that it was the only way to make sure she was admitted.

  “What does it mean to be your human?” she had asked, watching in fascination as his blush deepened.

  “It means you’re, uh, my pet,” he stammered, not quite meeting her eyes. “Pets are allowed into these clubs because of the services they provide.”

  “Generally, a human pet provides sex to his or her owner,” Rowan explained, wrapping his arms around a stunning girl whose hair was even redder than his own. Holding Jenna’s eyes, he lasciviously added, “Among other things. And afterwards their memories are wiped. Standard procedure, don’t you know.”