Second Chance (13 page)

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“She caused your people to be captured, helped arrange the whole thing!” Laci exploded, looking into his eyes. It felt so good to be held in his arms. She wanted to stay there until everything she’d learned faded from her mind, but wouldn’t take that easy route. “How can you look at me without seeing the woman who put you through so much pain? She was only sorry for what she had done, the misery she had caused at the very end.”

“You’re not her.” Alek shook his head and heaved a sigh. “Yes, at first, I was cautious in my belief, but I can see that you’re not Satira. Just the fact that you feel remorse, pain about it, illustrates the differences. You’re nothing like her, Laci. I know you’re getting glimpses in your dreams, but you don’t have the whole story.”

She pressed her head against his chest. “But she did it. She caused it.”

“Satira wasn’t the only woman to fall into their trap. There were also some men who became addicted and did anything to gain more of that drug. She was only one small part of their scheme. They had others helping to further their plans.” He pulled her to him, holding her tightly against his chest.

“Tell me how I’m different.” Laci’s voice was muffled against his shoulder. She held onto him, trying to believe what he said.

“Satira wouldn’t have cared what we thought. Everything was about her happiness and securing more of that drug,” Alek explained, his hand roving over her back in a soothing caress. “The way you move, your expressions, the fact that you can’t lie, all are different from Satira. She was probably telling lies from her birth. We can read your face as if your feelings and some of your thoughts were flashed in written words.”

“You can?”

“Your emotions are real. Satira put up a pretty façade, because she liked the power we held and that she had through us, but little of it was true. We learned that on our wedding night.” Alek grimaced.

The sound Laci made was full of doubt.

“Let me show you how you’re different,” Alek insisted as he stood. “I’ll show you,
be’rai
. Let me show you what is real.” He drew her hand down to his cock. He was hard and ready. The feel of her body against his had stirred an undeniable reaction.

Laci bit her lip, took a deep breath and nodded.

He carried her a few short steps over to the rug. He put her down and then groaned. “I need something. Stay right here. I’ll be right back.” Alek left the room at a hurried pace.

Laci frowned, but couldn’t deny the warmth stirring within her as just a few possibilities skittered through her head. What was he thinking to show her? From the look in his eyes, he wanted to make love, but that would prove nothing. She knew that the woman had liked sex. Satira had taken her pleasure when and where she wanted it.

Alek was back before she could think of anything he’d be able to show her that would prove his point. He drew her onto her hands and knees and positioned her so

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she was facing away from him. She looked back over her shoulder and saw him stroking his long, hard cock. The sight of the dark, rounded head of his shaft made her mouth water.

His shaft glistened with the lubricant he was applying. He smiled at her and leaned forward. His hand pressed against her back and Laci lowered her upper body to the soft rug without question. She trusted him. He always saw to her pleasure.

Laci felt his fingers glide over her buttocks to the crease. Everything within her focus and desire seemed to explode at that light touch. His fingers slid along that crease to the puckered ring of her anus. He circled the rosette tormentingly, skimming her flesh. Tension coiled within her. More—she needed more. Teasingly, his slick fingers pressed on that puckered flesh, just entering before withdrawing.

Laci arched back against his hand, demanding more. Why was he teasing her? With slow deliberation, he pushed his fingers all the way into the clinging, muscular sheath and just as slowly withdrew them. He repeated the movement over and over.

Alek smiled as he gauged her response. He could smell her desire. Her breath was coming faster and every move she made pleaded for more. “I’m going to give you exactly what you need, love. You’re so hot, but you’ll be burning before I take you.”

By the third stroke, Laci was pushing back against his hand, trying to take as much of his fingers as she could. She moaned at the desire swirling through her, so hot, so strong, that she knew she would come very soon. She needed that hard flood of pleasure. One of her hands moved beneath her body pinching and twisting a hardened nipple, trying to take that final leap into ecstasy.

She was amazed at the heat, the spiraling flame burning within her. He’d only touched her with his fingers, the smooth glide over her butt and within her. His other hand stroked over her hip, up and down in time with each smooth slide of his fingers. He hadn’t touched her clit or slid his fingers into her slit, yet she could feel the hot cream flowing from her pussy onto her thighs. The touch of his fingers around and inside her anus had caused desire to spike fast and hard. She needed him there. She needed to be fucked there.

“Do you like this, Laci?” Alek twisted his fingers as they entered her. The tight channel clenched around his fingers. “I can’t wait to feel these muscles squeezing my cock.”

“Oh, yes,” Laci moaned, her body tensing as orgasm approached.

Alek’s fingers stopped that insidious movement. “Let me see.” Three of his fingers of the hand at her hip slid into her sopping slit. She pressed back, driving his fingers deep into her slippery sheath. “So you do. This you could never fake. Satira hated it. You’re more our mate than she ever was.”

He withdrew his fingers from both of her openings. Laci whimpered her distress and twisted to look at him.

“Please, Alek,” she begged, thrusting her hips back.

“I’ve never left you wanting when I had an opportunity to see to your needs,” Alek

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chuckled as he pressed the rounded head of his cock against her back hole. “You’re such a passionate woman and I can’t believe we found you, our true mate.”

Laci was incapable of speech as he entered her, stretching the muscles as he slowly forged into her. Her hands clenched and she pushed back against him. Sharp sensation curled inside her. She loved that dark pleasure, the slight bite as her tissue expanded to accommodate him. Never had she imagined that she was so sensitive there. She could feel every bit of him as he moved in and out of her and she loved it.

Alek kept a tight rein on his passion. He forged into her, each slow glide of his hips pushing his shaft as deep as he could go. Laci more than accepted those smooth thrusts. She pressed back into each stroke, wanting more. After three of those light, slow movements, the tight cord of control within Laci snapped.

She shoved back against him as the pleasure exploded. The muscles of her pussy and rectum contracted as her orgasm washed over her. Her eyes clenched tightly as light burst in her head and shivering pleasure washed over her. She cried out his name as everything within her locked and then released in a great rush of ecstasy.

At the first tremor of her climax, Alek had stopped moving. After the last shudder and milking spasm had stopped, he leaned over her, bracing one hand on the floor.

“Do you know why I stopped,
be’rai
?” Alek asked. “I’d love to drive into you until I come, but I’m not going to—not yet.”

Laci barely focused enough to shake her head. Speaking was out of the question. She could still feel electric pulses zipping through her.

“I need to prove something to you. Never would Satira have found one anal orgasm, much less the two that you will give me, Laci. You not only like this—you love it. Don’t you?” Alek pushed his hips against the globes of her buttocks, sinking just the slightest bit deeper into her tight channel.

Laci bit her lip as a tingling thrill ripped through her. She flung back her head and twisted her hips, savoring the throbbing pleasure. Sharp need cut through her, startling her with the intensity.

A stinging smack landed on the curve of her hip. “Do you love it?”

“Yes,” Laci moaned as the pulse of pleasure seemed to triple from the sting of that swat. She wanted, needed to feel that again.

His hands settled on her hips. He withdrew until only the head of his cock remained in the tight channel of her ass. Slowly, he rocked forward. He varied the depths of his gliding thrusts. She knew he enjoyed her frustrated moans and twisting hips. She tried to shove back against him, to take more of him, but without success. He allowed her to twist her hips, but kept her where he wanted her. Her passions flared high. He leaned down and licked her right shoulder and her body shuddered beneath his.

Alek seemed to be able to gauge the heat of her desire by the pace of her breathing and her heated moans. He didn’t let her rush to the hard, quick climax she craved. She twisted in his grip, moaning a soft cry of frustration.

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“To tell you the truth,” Alek said as evenly as he could, “the need to fuck a mate’s ass is a deeply ingrained need in the males of our kind, Laci. There’s no better way to show a woman that she is yours. There is no more basic show of trust for the woman, because, like this, you are even more vulnerable than when you are beneath me, your legs spread, taking me into that hot, slick cunt.”

Laci could only moan as he continued to slide with torturous slowness in and out of her. His words, raunchy and raw, conjured pictures that she couldn’t forget, caused a flood of hot cream to practically coat her thighs. Those teasing strokes were driving her insane. She needed him harder, deeper.

Alek leaned close and his words sounded as if they came from between gritted teeth. “You’re going to come again. You’re going to know that you’re very different from Satira.”

His cock stroked deep. His hand tapped her thigh. The nails of his fingers scraped slowly across the skin of her thigh, drawing a shiver and whimper of need. Sensations built within her, driving her toward a hard release.

“Harder, Alek,” Laci writhed against him. By the Gods, she was going to be consumed by this pleasure. “Please, I need you…harder.”

“What do you want harder, Laci?” Alek asked. “This…” He ran his nails across her leg. “Or this?” His hand tapped her thigh.

From the laughter in his voice, she knew he knew what she wanted and was just tormenting her. He’d seen her reaction to the first swat. “Your hand, Alek… Do it harder.” Laci breath’s came in shallow pants as her mind began to fracture. Although the demand fell from her lips, Laci knew that if he didn’t let her come soon, she would beg him for it.

“I’ll give you what you need, Laci.” Alek’s voice was a little strained. “I want you,
be’rai
. Do you know how good this feels? So hot…tight.”

His hand landed against her thigh with a whack. Laci felt the inner muscles of her pussy clench and the muscles around his wide shaft tighten. She shivered and moaned as he pulled back. She tried to push back to take him again, not wanting to lose him. Slowly, he sank into her. When his hips touched hers, a swat landed on her opposite thigh.

Laci lost it. White light exploded before her eyes, the muscles in her stomach and thighs tingled and burned as she came, calling his name. Her anal muscles clutched at his advancing and retreating shaft as he thrust into her. She could feel the muscles in her vagina clenching, twitching as the hot, sharp pleasure hit her.

Alek threw back his head as he worked his cock into the tight, milking muscles of her ass. She was still pushing back against him even as the last tremors of her climax faded. She had come two times and was ready for more. Alek pounded into her. His balls smacked loudly and wetly against her sopping labia on each thrust.

He thrust hard against her twice, three times, and jerked as his seed spurted deep into her. He groaned as climax hit him, his body shook and his hips pushed into hers.

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Alek slowly withdrew from her. He shuddered as the tight ring of muscles at the entrance clenched around him as if to keep him within her.

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Laci turned her head and found Darion leaning against the cream-colored wall. He stalked across the room, desire glittering in his eyes. His penis jutted out, erect, engorged. “Do you know how beautiful, hot and sexy you are when you’re lost in passion? I want to see it again. I want to cause it. Laci, I want to watch those green eyes cloud and feel your body shudder against me.”

He knelt beside Laci as Alek moved away from her. Alek didn’t go far. He lounged on the black couch and his eyes were locked on her and Darion. Darion gently urged Laci onto her back. His hand brushed her hair away from her face.

“If you were Satira, you would spend the rest of the night crying even after a gentle loving.” Darion’s hand glided over her body, resting for a moment on her stomach. “What do you want, Laci?” He left the choice up to her, but he knew what she would choose. It was there in her eyes and in the smell of desire that perfumed the room.

Laci smiled, captured his hand and urged it down her body. There was no contest. She was no fainting maiden. Lusty, needy wanton came far closer to describing what she was. She pushed his fingers into the sensitive folds of her labia. She moaned and arched her hips as his fingers brushed her clit.

“More,” Laci demanded as her hand laced into his soft black hair and pulled him down to her lips for a savage, short melding. A hint of movement drew her eyes to Alek’s reclining golden-skinned figure. He had one foot propped up on the couch and his hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly.

Darion’s smile was pleased, predatory, a feral white slash against his dark skin. “Oh, yes, you shall have more, but we can’t be wasteful.” His lips left hers as he drew away. He moved down her body, lapping at both her breasts and pressing a kiss onto her stomach. He lifted her thighs, urging them wide. “You’re covered with cream and I am hungry.”

He lapped at her thigh, licking and nibbling at the golden flesh. He made a teasing foray to the swollen folds of her sex, his tongue flicking at her clit before his mouth moved to the other cream-slicked thigh. “You taste so good. I want to thrust deep into you, but I want you to come for me before I take you.”

Laci wriggled as he nipped sharply at her thigh, sucking, licking and nibbling. Every stroke of that slightly rough tongue, every nip built the tension within her body by slow increments. Her clit throbbed, begged for attention from the mouth so very close to it. She didn’t know how long she could last. Bolts of hot need seared her with his every touch.

His mouth left her thigh with a last lingering, lapping stroke. He placed a kiss on the smooth skin of her labia before he parted her with his fingers. His tongue flicked