Andromeda's Reign

by K. S. Haigwood

  I kissed her jaw then the corner of her mouth. Hovering just above her lips, I whispered, “So is not being able to see you like this, all wild with desire and wanting me, but I’m not whining about it.” At least not out loud, anyway, I thought to myself.

  I dipped my head and touched my lips to hers briefly, testing to see if she would do as I told her to. Her pulse quickened and her breathing became heavier, but her parted lips didn’t move. I traced her top lip with my tongue, and she whimpered. I smiled then brushed my mouth over hers, parting her lips even more and slipping my tongue inside to find hers.

  The moment my tongue touched hers, she moaned into my mouth, her fingers dove into my hair and she started kissing me back. It was all I could do to pull away, but I did.

  “Don’t kiss me,” I said, and she went totally still under me, waiting for me to bring my mouth back to her. I kissed her softly, teasingly, and then suckled her bottom lip.

  The sounds coming out of her mouth were punishing as they shoved me to my breaking point. I’d had blue balls for an entire week, and she was wearing me down fast with those erotic noises.

  As a low growl rumbled in my chest, I tore away from her mouth and pushed her shirt up and over her head. I straightened my legs out and separated hers so that I could rest between them, and then one of my hands snaked around to her back to find where her bra was hooked. I had the clasp undone and the lacey garment off her in three seconds flat.

  Now, her jeans. It was going to take a lot of restraint to get through this slowly, but I knew from her memories that the few lovers she’d taken to her bed hadn’t shown her how good a slow fucking could be.

  Her breaths grew louder and more ragged as I ghosted my fingers down her torso to her jeans. She’d already unbuttoned them for me, so my fingers felt around until I found the little metal pull tab, and then I tugged it down. Before I began the obstacle of getting them off her, I let my fingers trail down between her legs and gripped her in my palm, squeezing just enough to make her moan and spread her legs wider, encouraging me to please her further.

  “Ace,” she panted. “Oh, God, I want you so bad. Please…”

  My hand stilled. That sounded desperate enough. Could I get more begging out of her? Before too much longer, I was going to start pleading with myself to take her. “Please what, Andra? What is it that you want? My cock inside your sweet pussy? Tell me that’s what you want and I’ll make it happen.” I was betting none of the guys she’d ever been with had talked dirty to her in the bedroom, because she went totally quiet. Oh, well, I could wait. Maybe.

  I needed her naked and under me, but I wanted her to let loose even more.

  Scooting down lower, I gripped the jeans at her hips and felt a sense of déjà vu. Oh, yes, I had undressed her before we collapsed the second time. She eagerly raised her hips, so that I could get the denim over her ass easier, and then I pulled until they were at about mid-thigh. Moving down more in the bed, I slowly pulled until she slipped her feet out of them.

  There was only one last item of clothing on her body, and, damn, did I want it out of my way. Only a little more teasing, and then I’d put us both out of our misery. I went back to her after tossing the jeans to the floor, and softly kissed her unmoving lips. She’d remembered. Good girl. Guess she’d learned her lesson.

  Smoothing my palm over the silky fabric of her panties, I relished the fact she was so impatient. Andra really did want me. Her panties were drenched where they lay against her sex. She was arching and writhing under my hand as I trailed feather-light kisses down her torso, trying to get me to press harder, to rub her fully. That was fine. She could move around all she wanted, I was doing this on my own terms.

  Hooking my thumbs into the strip of fabric at her pelvis, I pulled it down her legs, branding a path down her thighs with my tongue, over her knees, around her ankles. Goosebumps rose on her skin as I made my journey, and my fingertips caressed them, soothing them down.

  With her panties gone, her scent was stronger, but I refrained from sinking a finger inside her, knowing that was exactly what she wanted me to do—what she needed. Instead, I made my way back up her writhing body and peppered her neck with hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses. When I found the pulse point at the side of her neck, I bit it gently, and then suckled away the sting.

  “Please…” Her voice was a breathy, inhumane moan. The sound went straight to my cock, jerking it against her hip.

  “Shh…” I didn’t think I could take too much more of the noises she was making. Andra wrapped her legs around my waist, trying to maneuver me where she wanted, but that bird wasn’t going to fly. I scooted down.

  “Not yet.”

  “Why not? We both know that’s where this is ending up,” she pouted.

  “Haven’t you ever heard the journey is better than the destination?” I kissed a path between her breasts, palming them in my hands. The delicate flesh was softer than satin, smoother than porcelain, and I’d be damned if I wasn’t going to taste them, right fucking now.

  “No. I think you made that up,” she said, but then gasped as I swirled my tongue around one of her nipples, urging it to a stiff peak.

  “It’s true.” I moved over to give the other breast the same treatment, relishing the sweet taste of her skin as her gasps of pleasure washed over me. My hands moved across her body—her legs, her shoulders, everywhere. If I couldn’t see, I was going to touch every inch of her. When I was satisfied I had done everything I could to make her absolutely bat-shit crazy by not actually toying with her nipples, I gave in, tweaking one with my fingers while sucking one into my mouth, giving it a long pull of suction.

  Her reaction was fucking exquisite.

  Andra went wild, bucking her hips up and rubbing her pussy across my stomach. She was hot and wet. Jesus! Her fingers tangled in my hair, nearly yanking it out by the roots.

  I pulled off her with a wet plopping noise, and she cried out in ecstasy in response. My own voice was a low growl, which I tried to make sound menacing, but I’m afraid may have sounded more horny than anything.

  “Do I need to tie your damn hands? You get to see, not touch. Am. I. Clear?”

  The idea of restraining her held a certain appeal, but I wanted her to be able to show the fortitude to control her own actions. I was supposed to be training her to be the best alpha she could be. Never mind that my goal here was to make her insane with lust.

  “Yes, Sir,” she enunciated clearly, frustration evident.

  “I like that.”

  “You would,” she said, amusement thick in her voice, and I knew she was rolling her eyes at me.

  I chuckled, before going back to work on her breasts, now enjoying her groans as the long pulls of my mouth on her nipples did the work. Of course, I was hard enough to pound nails, but whatever. We were finally on the same page here, and I would get what I wanted eventually.

  I moved my mouth down her torso, allowing her breaths to even out some before I kissed the crease of her thighs. She squirmed again, trying to put her pussy in front of my mouth, but I could only smile at her transparency. She was a greedy little thing.

  Continuing the mouthy torture, I pressed my open mouth to the insides of both of her thighs, before finally situating her legs over my shoulders and settling in. I planned to be here a while.

  Eventually getting where she wanted me, I rolled my tongue along the length of her pussy, finally getting a taste of her: sweet, spicy, with an undertone of honey. She was spectacular. I lapped at her folds, circling the tiny nubbin, but never touching it. Nope. I was saving that for last, when I wanted her to completely fly apart. Ignoring it was easy, since I couldn’t see the fucking thing, but I knew exactly where it was.

  For now, I was just getting acquainted.

  I used my thumbs to part the flesh, and my tongue delved inside, stroking her slick heat.

  She was finally incoherent, unable to do anything but moan nonsense at me. It still sounded bossy though, and I chortled in amusement.r />
  My tongue licked everything but her clit, while her thighs trembled around my ears, shaking uncontrollably. When I slid a finger in, and rubbed the ridged patch on her inner walls, I knew she wouldn’t be able to take much more, so I moved my tongue up to brush lightly across the place she wanted, the place we both wanted.

  Her body launched in the air with a shriek, and I couldn’t stop my chuckles. I was done for. Holding her down around her thighs, I attacked her clit with a vigor I didn’t know I had in me. I sucked. I flicked. I bit.

  And Andra came.

  She clamped her thighs around my ears, twitching and writhing, taking me along for the ride as I brought her down from the climax as gently as I could. But I needed to be inside her.

  Now.

  “Tell me what you want, baby.” My voice was husky as I moved my way up her body and positioned myself at her entrance. I was still going for the eroticism of the tease, and would continue to do this slowly, but, holy hell, I needed some relief, too. If I had my vision, I’m sure it would have been gray at the edges with the want I had for this woman.

  “You!” she screamed, and lifted her hips, bumping the head of my dick with her sex, but I was raised off her too far for her to get much enjoyment out of the action.

  I sniggered. “You got me, baby. I’m here. What would you like me to do to you? You want my cock?”

  “Yes! Yes, please!” she pleaded.

  “Say it,” I whispered, and then I took her earlobe between my teeth and sucked.

  She moaned in pleasure. “I want your cock, Ace,” she breathed.

  I grinned as I whispered, “And where do you want me to put my cock?”

  She huffed, but she was too full of desire to get mad at me for making her beg me to put my cock in her sweet pussy. “In my pussy. Please, give it to me… all of it.”

  I kissed her, imparting her flavor on her lips, as I slowly thrust inside her and stilled myself. Tight. Shit! Every instinct I had told me to pound away until I got mine, but the softer, bonded side of me wanted this to be amazing for both of us, which meant I had to go slowly.

  Her inner walls clenched around me as she adjusted to my size, and I grit my teeth together as she gasped. Slowly, I withdrew, feeling every subtle textured fold of her as her wet heat left me. Then I slid back home, feeling the welcoming slickness as it embraced me.

  I could do this forever.

  Andra’s breathing was a raspy gasp in my ear, the hot air making me shiver. Her skin was heated and, as I moved, the warmth touched more than just the external flesh. It reached deep down inside me and tugged on something I didn’t know was there.

  I thrust in again, her flesh pulsing around mine, drawing me deeper, and I did it again.

  We moved together, like the bonded mates we were, as one. She met my thrusts with a seductive rhythm, her breaths getting rougher with our motions. We were on a sea, rocking together in an unseen storm. As we pitched together, the storm raged inside.

  I kissed the sweet skin on her neck as she arched into me, our bodies knowing each other, intimately. When the storm broke, she climaxed, her pussy clamping down on me, like a pulsating vise, drawing me in, and milking the orgasm from me.

  With a roar and a flash of vision, I joined her.

  What the fuck?

  Stilling inside her, I blinked rapidly, but all was black now. Damn it! Although, I did get to see her face in the throes of passion—a vision that would be burned into my memory forever.

  Friday, February 6th 2015 7:26 a.m. PST

  Las Vegas, Nevada

  Ace

  As I lay in bed holding onto my reason for living, and desperately clinging to the aftereffects of what we’d just done, dread started to creep its way into my bones. I’d never hated the meditation until this moment. I felt alone, detached and… and scared.

  My mind whirled with the possibilities:

  What if Justice comes and I can’t defend her?

  What if Phoenix gets here and she realizes that he is the better man for her or, worse yet, that what we did was a huge mistake?

  I tasted her. She is branded in me. She’s a part of me now. If, for some reason, I wasn’t a bonded male before, I definitely am now. I know it with every ounce of my soul. What would she say if I told her that I physically couldn’t let Phoenix touch her again without losing my fucking mind and killing the bastard? She said she wanted to date us both. Even with the meditation blocking out the bond, I know for a fact that I will know if and when his hands touch my mate’s body.

  What if she still loves him? She hasn’t told me that she loves me. Does she care for him more than she does me?

  She still doesn’t know the whole story about what happened with Justice and how much danger she is actually in. Will she hate me after I tell her, even after she gave herself to me, gave me everything except the one thing that vampire still possessed? Her heart. I want that, too.

  Being blind sucked ass. I was tired and restless. The darkness messed with my mind, making me feel like I was a prisoner in my own head. In the dark. Pitch.

  I was even having trouble bringing to mind images of things that had happened only a few hours before the curse. I’d go insane if I forgot what she looked like.

  It didn’t seem as bad before Andra had meditated. Then, I could see everything, not like I was looking through her eyes, but I could see her memories and how she perceived me. I was almost certain that she was falling in love with me. I could feel it from her emotions and see it in her happy thoughts. She loved my laugh and smile and the way I made her feel. I should have caught on earlier that she had a mouth fetish. The girl was loco over my lips.

  Through the crushing feeling of anxiety, the thought made me smile. A guy’s gotta start somewhere.

  One of her hairs tickled my cheek. I reached up to brush the silky locks back from her face, and then I kissed her forehead. She stirred in her sleep and snuggled in closer to my side, hugging me tighter.

  Too far gone in my worries to allow her comfort to chase away my demons, I had no choice but to get up. Sleep wasn’t an option; I was too wound up. I was only driving myself closer to insanity the longer I lay here listening to her breathe. As comforting as it sounded, it only made me think of how much I stood to lose because of my handicap.

  This meditation thing was going to come between us, and that thought crushed me. I’d much rather have the bond.

  Would telling her how claustrophobic and lonely I felt without her presence inside me make me look weak to her? If it did, I didn’t care. I couldn’t do this meditating thing without being able to at least see her. If touch, sound, taste and smell were all I had, I damn sure didn’t want to lose any of those when she slept. I wouldn’t even be able to tolerate myself if I had to endure three more weeks of only my thoughts to keep me company. I’d be straightjacket bound.

  I was useless and helpless. Hopeless came to mind, too.

  Rage rose in me the longer I lay there pitying myself.

  Clay was right, and I was damn glad he’d put me in my place earlier. I could only imagine the monster I’d be now if he hadn’t. Sex with Andra definitely wouldn’t have happened. He needed a proper thank you and apology from me, and I would give him those things, but I needed to cool down first. It wouldn’t take much at all to send my mood spiraling even farther into the abyss. I could just imagine Clay making a smartass comment, resulting with me punching him in his pretty mouth.

  I chuckled to myself as I found Andra’s wrist and slowly removed it from around me. She groaned and tried to resist. I nearly caved and stayed. After all, this was exactly where I’d wanted to be for a week now: with her in my bed and in my arms, and without that vampire in her every thought. It was me she was thinking of now. Only me. That thought made my chest swell with pride. She was mine.

  I had to go, though. Being this close to her and not really feeling her was driving me mad. I was almost tempted to wake her up, just so she would talk to me. She needed her rest. I knew that, and I e
nvied her for being able to actually get some.

  Placing her hand beside her, I pulled mine out from under her neck and gently put a pillow in its place. She groaned again when her body missed my heat, but I pulled the cover up over her shoulder and caressed her cheek with the back of my fingers then let them linger at the corner of her supple lips. I had to taste them again. Her breath was so sweet.

  Leaning in, I pressed my lips to hers, briefly.

  “Ace,” she said, on a breathy sigh, and I grinned proudly.

  That lifted my mood considerably. It could have gone horribly wrong if she’d said another name, but it was worth the risk to me. Guess I was a glutton for punishment.

  Rising up from the bed, I just stood there listening until her breathing evened back out and I knew she was in a deep sleep again, dreaming of me, I hoped.

  Holding onto the mattress, I swept the carpet with my foot until I located my shirt, jeans, both socks and boots. I put them on and followed the edge of the mattress with my hand until I reached the nightstand then patted around until my fingers closed around my cell phone.

  I needed to play.

  From the bed, I began counting my steps as I headed for the third floor of the house.

  Chapter 38

  Friday, February 6th 2015 9:41 a.m. CST

  Montgomery, Alabama

  Roel

  With Phoenix and his companions in the air and headed toward Sin City, Roel went for a long run before going back to wait for the moonrising wolf to shift. It wasn’t like the asshole could go anywhere, so he wasn’t too worried about rushing. Nobody in their right mind would open that cell door, either. He was hoping Phoenix’s clan had more sense than a box of rocks, anyway. Their dumb luck if they didn’t. That beast would show no mercy.

  Slowing to a jog, and then a walk as he neared the huge iron gates of Phoenix’s compound, Roel punched in the five digit code and slipped between the bars as they began to part.

  Phoenix had left him with the responsibility of telling Lea where he’d gone, and he’d also left him the keys to the front door, so he could come and go as he pleased, without having to make Lea cater to him. He didn’t want to disturb her if she was still sleeping. She would sort of be on a mini vacation while Phoenix was away.