Dangerous Lovers

by Becca Vincenza

  “Oh what a sight before my eyes, Liasare. Where shall I begin? Your inner thighs, your neck, your stomach or your mouth? I want to suck every inch of your delicious skin and taste your sweetness in my mouth. Tell me, where shall I begin?”

  Liasare was nearly writhing in pleasure with the mere sound of his voice and that exotic scent of him. Her heart hammered and she felt herself dissolving at his touch. Her brain wasn’t cooperating with her demands for her mouth to speak. The only sounds she could produce were moans.

  Jurek chuckled. “Hmm, since you’re not answering, I guess that must mean anywhere I choose.” Running his finger beneath the elastic of her thong, he twisted it and with a pop, he snapped the thing right off of her. He bent his head then to the inside of her thigh and bit down, not hard, but enough to make her gasp. Then he sucked her tender skin and his tongue traced intricate patterns straight up to her core, delving into her, not wasting any time. Liasare’s back arched, and Jurek’s arm slid beneath her, pulling her close, concentrating on pleasuring her. When he knew she was close, he withdrew, but she tried to pull him back down.

  “Not so fast love. You need to learn a bit of patience.”

  “You’re cruel,” she panted.

  “No, never cruel. I just like to tease you a bit first.”

  He moved over her body and scraped his teeth along her hip, above her pelvis and across to her belly button, where he began his sweet, tortuous tongue tracing again. She was writhing, fisting the sheets in her hands, and calling his name.

  He moved over her and claimed her mouth, not gently, but possessively. He sought everything she had to give, and slid up and down the length of her body, rubbing himself against her. He ran his tongue along the length of her neck, concentrating on the beating point of her pulse, moving to the hollow of her throat. Then his journey took him to her breasts where he lightly licked them, then clamped down on each of them, bringing a gasp from her lips.

  Rolling on his side, he put Liasare on hers, her back up against his chest, and entered her from behind. Holding her tightly against him, he began to move within her, slowly at first, taking his cues from her.

  “Is this okay, Liasare? Do you like this?”

  “Oh yeah, Jurek. Faster.”

  He complied, and taking his hand he reached around and dipped it between her legs. He pressed down on that most sensitive spot and then began sliding his thumb back and forth across it, matching the rhythm of his body as he thrust into her. He kissed the back of her neck and clasped her against him. She circled her arm around his neck, bringing him as close to her as possible.

  Her breathy sighs were so erotic they were nearly his undoing. It wasn’t long before they were both shattering apart in each other’s arms.

  “Is it possible to stay like this forever?” she asked.

  “In my sweetest dreams.” He turned her on her back so he could look at her. “Tell me, did you like that?”

  “Yeah...couldn’t you tell?”

  “I sometimes wonder when I can’t see your face. Looking at you when we make love Liasare...the sounds you make send me reeling right over the edge. I want to see your eyes and watch those beautiful golden sparks light up when you come for me.”

  “Damn Jurek, if you don’t stop talking, you’re going to have to do it again,” she said as she climbed on top of him and started kissing him. “Are you up for a repeat?”

  “Only if I can watch you on top.”

  She was only too happy to grant him that wish.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Liasare woke the next morning to the smell of fresh flowers. She looked around and saw a bouquet on the pillow next to her.

  Hope your dreams were as pleasant as mine...

  Yours forever,

  J

  Next to the flowers was a box of very expensive chocolates from some far away planet and on his bed side table was a tray with a glass of iced lemon water, a glass of orange juice and another note.

  Breakfast is awaiting you whenever you awaken...

  Yours always,

  J

  Liasare drank the water first, then the orange juice and lay back down and brought the bouquet of flowers up to her face. She shouldn’t have done that because she felt the tears streaking down her face before she could force them back. She cursed that damn mother of hers and then Tommy.

  Where the hell are you Tommy? Why’d you have to go off and do such a stupid thing like you did?

  The door opened and she was instantly cradled in his arms, being soothed by him as he pushed her hair off her face and swept her tears away.

  “What’s happened?”

  “Just a memory. Nothing else.”

  “Will you share?”

  She sniffed, “It’s one from my days back in the medical facility. You know how they say when you’re in a coma and they think you can hear? Well, you can. I heard everything my mother said. She and January would argue about me. My mother wanted them to euthanize me...there was nothing wrong with my brain mind you. She just didn’t want a disfigured daughter. I heard her tell January she wouldn’t be able to stand to look at me with my disgusting skin, as she liked to call it. Later on when I was recovering, every morning Tommy would place a fresh bouquet of flowers on my pillow. I couldn’t move my arms because they were in immobilizers. Tommy knew how much I hated the smell of that place, so he would sneak in before academy each morning and place flowers next to my face to chase away that horrible medicinal odor. I would wake up to see lovely flowers next to me and smile. Then, every afternoon the she-devil would walk in the door, pick up the bouquet and throw it in the trash. Just like that. She would see the look on my face and smile. I never could figure out why she hated me so much. I still don’t know what I ever did to her. Anyway, this morning when I saw the flowers, it reminded me of how sweet Tommy had been.”

  “I’d like to squeeze that woman’s neck.”

  “Get in line. Thanks for these. They’re perfectly beautiful.” She brought the flowers to her nose and inhaled their lovely fragrance.

  Jurek took her face in his hand, “I didn’t mean for them to make you cry.”

  “I know. It’s just a memory. I have a lot of crummy childhood ones, Jurek. Hey, would you rather I called you Alaric?”

  “I will answer to either. It’s whatever you prefer. Alaric is something that would distinguish you from everyone else. No one has called me that in quite a long time.”

  “How do you feel about it? What is your preference?”

  “I quite like hearing Alaric from your lips. It signifies the importance of my rank, but I’ll let you choose. I will say I’ve never been very fond of Alaricus though.”

  “Then I won’t call you that. I do like Alaric. It’s very sexy, but I like Jurek too. Hmmm...maybe I’ll call you both.”

  “Would you like for me to call you Sarah?”

  “Never!” she said vehemently. “She’s dead and I never want to be known as her again. Besides, I meant what I said before. When you say, ‘Liasare,’ you make chills erupt all over my body. Your voice sings my name to me Alaric.”

  He smiled at the way she said his name. “Very well. Come, let me fix you breakfast and we can talk with the team about what happened last night.”

  ***

  When they entered the kitchen, all eyes turned to them. Liasare took a seat at the table while Jurek began gathering some breakfast items for her to eat.

  “So, what happened after we left,” she asked.

  Tak was the first, as usual to comment. “They weren’t happy with the three dusted piles of shit they had to drag out of the place Brownie. That was some kind of hurtin’ you put on them.”

  “Yeah, well, they deserved it.”

  All the men started laughing at her.

  “Okay, I’m missing the humor here.”

  “It was part of their show, Brownie,” Tak added, laughing.

  “Huh? Show?”

  “It’s a sex club. They do all kinds of kinky stuff. The
y were acting out a rape scene. You wiped out their act.”

  Marik and Ludo were slapping their knees and howling. Jurek walked up with coffee, croissants and an assortment of fruit for her. She glanced at him and he was grinning.

  “You knew?”

  He nodded and kept grinning.

  “Well, thanks a lot Alaric.”

  The room became shrouded in silence. Tak, Marik and Ludo stood up so fast their chairs went flying. Liasare thought something had happened so she flew to her feet too. But then the oddest thing happened. She found herself surrounded by the three men as they fell to one knee and bowed their heads.

  “I give you my allegiance and protection, my lady,” they said in unison.

  “Er...okay.” She looked quickly to Jurek, unsure of what was happening, but he only smiled and nodded.

  Finally, Jurek said, “You may rise.” The men rose and sat back down. They all looked at Liasare in the same revering manner they usually reserved for Jurek.

  “Why didn’t you tell me about the scene?” Liasare asked, feeling a bit uncomfortable and not understanding what had just happened.

  “You just started kicking ass and by the time I reached you, you had already taken out two of the dumb asses. There was no point in telling you then. By the time you knocked out number three, Down’s group of thugs were headed your way to take you out, so I had to get you the hell out of there,” Jurek finished.

  “My lady, you sure...”

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa! What’s up with this ‘my lady’ crap?”

  Marik, Ludo and Tak all looked at Jurek and they all started laughing.

  Jurek rubbed his eyes and said, “Liasare, would you care for me to explain this all to you here, in front of the men, or would you rather hear it in private?”

  “Here is fine,” she said curtly.

  What Jurek failed to mention to Liasare is that if she called him Alaric, it would indicate to others that he had taken her as his mate, his queen, and now she would serve by his side as his lady.

  “Well, it would have been nice if you had mentioned that to me earlier,” she huffed as she elbowed him in the ribs. She knew he felt that way; she just was a tad miffed he hadn’t informed her of it.

  “So what happened after we left?” Jurek asked, wisely using the question as a diversionary tactic.

  Tak, Marik and Ludo made it below deck and they, too, felt the presence of something horrific nearby. They never saw anything, other than all kinds of sexual activity, but knew there was something nearby. It was also disturbing that they all felt this evil presence recognized them as well. They had remained in their mass forms, which made Liasare cringe, because she knew what that meant, so she tried not to think of it. Jurek decided the four of them would return in a few days in their energy forms to seek out what they didn’t see last night.

  “But I want to go too,” she protested.

  “No! Absolutely not!”

  “Why not?”

  “My lady, we...”

  “Stop calling me that! If you can call him Jurek, you can still call me Brownie!”

  Tak’s lips twitched as he looked at her. “I think I quite like ‘my lady,’ now that I’m getting used to it.” He so enjoyed teasing her. She punched him in the shoulder as hard as she could. “Ouch! That really hurt!”

  “Good,” she said with satisfaction. Turning to Jurek she begged, “Please let me go too.”

  “Liasare, you can’t. We go in energy forms. I won’t risk you going back in there anyway. If they see you, they’ll chain you up and do all sorts of heinous things to you.”

  “They won’t be able to touch me Jurek.”

  “No! That’s my final decision and I’ll send you back to Lare-Stell if I must to keep you safe.”

  ***

  Two nights later Jurek and his men went back to Club Down. Liasare pouted the entire day and had tried everything she could imagine to persuade Jurek to take her with him. He refused and things escalated to the point of a full blown fight between them. They were both so angry, they destroyed furniture, art, dishes and many other items that weren’t nailed down or permanently attached to the walls or floors. After the men left, Liasare decided she couldn’t sit around, so she headed out for the night. She wanted to get her mind off of Jurek and the fact she couldn’t be out there with him.

  She went to Cosmos, feeling it was the safest of all the clubs she’d visited. Xanthians were there, but she didn’t fear them anymore. Not since her brush with the death creatures anyway. Those things brought a whole new level of fear into her mind.

  Liasare’s eyes scanned the place, hunting anything that might appear unusual or out of the ordinary. She was excited when she saw Jaylen standing at the bar, so she headed that way.

  “Boy am I glad to see you here!” Liasare yelled, over the blaring music.

  “Liasare!” Jaylen threw her arms around her and hugged her. “What’s up? Where’s your body guard?” she asked with a wink.

  “He’s occupied tonight so I thought I’d sneak out. Any news?”

  “Nothing worth repeating.”

  The two girls chatted for a while until two men approached them and asked them to dance. Jaylen grabbed Liasare’s arm and dragged her along and they all ended up on the dance floor.

  They were having a grand time until the moron Liasare was dancing with decided to start groping her.

  “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” she shouted over the thunder of the beat of the music.

  “Oh, come on baby. You know you want it.”

  “No, I don’t. Get your hands off of me. Now,” she seethed.

  Instead of releasing her, he did the opposite and pressed himself into her. Liasare’s power flared into him, sending him flying across the floor on his ass. It was a good thing no one had been paying attention, for questions would have been raised.

  Liasare headed straight for Jaylen and told her she needed to get out of there fast. Jaylen asked no questions, but was on her heels. When they were out the door, she wanted to know what happened and Liasare simply explained that her Romeo had gotten too frisky and she had taught him a tiny lesson.

  “So, do you want to come over and hang out?”

  “No, I’d better be getting back.”

  “Is everything okay between you and Jurek?”

  “Yeah,” she grinned. “We had a fight tonight, but we’re okay.”

  “Have you ...?”

  “Oh yeah. We’ve ... yeah, well, it’s, um, yeah, we’re great Jaylen.” She felt her cheeks growing hot at the mere thought of him.

  Jaylen tilted her head and looked at her for a long minute before saying anything. “You’re in love with him, aren’t you?”

  “That would be a big yeah,” she grinned like a schoolgirl.

  “And what does Jurek think about all this? He’s not the type to fall for a girl Liasare.”

  “Jaylen, he has this time.”

  “Are you sure, because I would hate to see you get hurt?” Jaylen had grabbed her hands and was squeezing them. “He’s not the type to give his heart to anyone.”

  “I know. But I own his heart Jaylen and if anyone tries to come between us or tries to hurt him, I swear I’ll kill them.”

  Jaylen’s jaw dropped. “Wow! This is real, isn’t it?”

  Liasare looked Jaylen in the eye and said, “Have you ever felt like half of you was missing? Like a part of you weren’t there?”

  “Nope. I’ve never been lucky enough to care for someone that way.”

  “Before I met Jurek, I never felt whole. I always felt there was a piece of me that hadn’t quite made it, like I had been born without a crucial part of my soul or something. I think it’s because he’s carried it with him all these years.”

  “Okay, double wow. I’ve never known anyone that’s ever put it that way. And with Jurek of all people. Don’t take this the wrong way Liasare. I’ve known Jurek for a while now and he’s quite a player. I’ve seen dozens of women destroyed by men over the
years, so I’ll reserve judgment until I see the two of you together. When I can see his reaction to you, I’ll know for sure whether his feelings for you are true.”

  Liasare hugged Jaylen and said, “I swear you won’t be disappointed in him. You’re a true friend Jaylen. You may be surprised, but you’ll see what I’m telling you is the truth.”

  The two women parted, promising to catch up with each other again soon. Liasare walked through the darkened streets, not nearly as frightened as she used to be. As she neared the headquarters, she began to feel a sense of unease. That icy feeling crawled across her skin again. Soon she recognized the evil that had surrounded her before.

  She quickly scanned the area as her heart began to race. That sensation of a million ice needles pricking her skin intensified and began to get extremely painful, like fire ants stinging her body everywhere. Voices drifted into her mind, but at first they were indistinct.

  Turning her head on either side, she saw first one, then two and then a half dozen pairs of eerie green eyes staring at her. The voices merged into one and reverberated in her brain.

  “We want you. You cannot resist us for long. You can run, but you cannot stay away from us forever. He can’t protect you. You will be ours one day.”

  The dark creatures surrounded her, cutting off any exit she may have. “Join us or die.”

  “Never!” she spat. Liasare pulled her dagger from her right boot. With her left hand, she grabbed a throwing star and flung it at the dark creature in front of her, hitting him in the heart. He emitted an ear splitting screech before he collapsed and turned into dust. She repeated the same motion two more times, leaving three versus one. Now it was time to use her daggers.