The Alpha's Desire 4 (8 page)

Lex gave me a gentle nudge to make me start walking again. Once we rounded the couch and sat down, sinking into yet another set of soft, beyond comfortable seats, the pilots-slash-werewolves entered this living room built for the sky. Taking a place in front of us, standing at attention, like soldiers with their hands clasped behind their backs as they waited for our attention. 

“Welcome, Christina,” one of them said. “We are happy to have you and Lex on board. As Lex knows, the door to the left of the fireplace is the restroom, and the door to the right is the pantry. It has been fully stocked with all sorts of snacks, from cheese and meat trays to fruits and vegetables. You will find an assortment of breads and crackers, and more. So, please help yourself to food and to drinks from the bar. Everything has been obtained just for you, courtesy of the Royal family, who wanted me to tell you just how anxious they are to finally get to meet you. Please, have a wonderful flight.”

I managed to nod. Even though we’d had a little to eat on our way out, half a croissant and two sips of coffee for me, it hadn’t made up for all of the meals my body felt it had missed in the past days. Besides, with all of the schedule changes of sleeping during the day and being up at night with the vampires, I was quite out of sorts, both schedule-wise and food-wise. My body didn’t know whether it wanted to get up and move or sleep for a month. The delirium of exhaustion had probably set in, but I didn’t want to miss a minute of any of this. Needing to stay awake and relax, I wondered if someone could put a shot of an energy drink into some vodka or something.

As my stomach began to grumble in response, the other pilot began, “We will be on the other side of this door behind you. For safety, it will be locked, but if you need us, there is an intercom service over to your left that you can use to speak to us. The flight will be long, several hours, so make yourselves comfortable. Watch a movie. Catch a nap. We will be flying through the night, landing as the sun rises where we are going. Do not be alarmed if, when we approach the island, it just suddenly seems to appear out of nowhere. To radar, it appears we’ve flown into a black hole. It’s all been cleared, of course. All legal, thanks to connections.”

They both nodded, probably in response to my bobbly head motions as I took in my surroundings still, and all we had available to us over the next hours. Regardless of food or entertainment, even the luxury of the place, Lex and I would eventually be alone, outside of a bathroom. I couldn’t wait. They dismissed themselves, walking toward the door they then quickly disappeared through. I heard it click locked, and sunk down more into my chair.

“You hungry?” Lex asked me.

“Starving,” I sighed. “How much money do these people have?”

“Enough to do whatever they want whenever they want, and then some. And, on top of that, buy out the government to be able to do it from a secret location. Only those with the highest government clearance even know they exist, but the secrecy is more of a bartered thing. In return, the Royal werewolves have helped out a time or two with issues that the public need never know about. Just let me say that everything you see from this point on will be mind-blowingly amazing, right there on the cusp of truly unbelievable. I can promise you that. I’ve been there.”

“Well, bring it on then. But, first, food. Shall we raid that pantry thing?”

“Sure,” he said. “But, first, just sit a minute, hold my hand. Maybe kiss me. They will be coming over the loud speaker soon to ask us to buckle up for take-off.”

As if to make his point, the engine roared to life. My stomach gave a little flip of delight. I couldn’t believe my luck. I’d spent most of my life wondering why my family had been taken from me so soon, only to later find out that I had this sort of family. As if magic powers and werewolf protectors were not enough, along with a Royal bloodline, these people had wealth beyond any of my wildest dreams written into one of my stories. I swore, if I wrote this story as fiction, even then people might claim it as too unbelievable.

After we’d buckled ourselves into the couch for takeoff, I relaxed back into Lex, curving my body into his. With his arm tightly around me, I let out a sigh. Content. Excited. Neither word even came close to these feelings swarming around me like bees around the sweetest honey.

Chapter Fifteen

“So, I have a proposition for you,” Lex whispered into my ear after we’d overindulged in food and drink.

Feeling quite satisfied, with a full belly and a tad sleepy, I stretched up my arms, turning my head to give him a look of being very interested in whatever he might be proposing. His breath, still smelling sweet from the wine, and a little spicy from the herbed oil we’d dipped our bread in, bathed my face. The smell of liquor on his breath I found sexy as hell. Not to mention that the few drinks I’d consumed had me relaxed and actually carefree, a winning combination headed toward ‘yes’ when the man of your dreams asks you anything.

Nuzzling into his body, my nose in his neck, taking in the earthy scent of his skin, I waited to hear what exactly he had in mind. I gave him my big doe eyes, acting all innocent to having any knowledge of what he was proposing. Actually, I didn’t know if he was talking about now or once we got to the island, but either way, I was in the mood to kiss him, so I’d gone for sexy myself, hoping I could pull it off.

“Are you interested in becoming a member of the mile high club?” He inquired, his voice all business-like, yet shady as if he’d just asked me if I wanted to open a new checking account or invest in some beach condo, while neither were actually legit. “This is a private jet. The pilots won’t come out, so we essentially have this large couch to ourselves. Seems big enough for a few naked bodies to work some magic together.”

“Couches seem to be becoming our thing today. As well, making love in places that are not ours,” I responded, heat rising to my face, though I couldn’t wait to join him on this adventure.

“You don’t seem like you have a problem with that,” he retorted, a mischievous light now glimmering in his eyes to match the crooked grin I was getting.

“Not at all,” I agreed, lifting my mouth up to his. “I don’t have a problem being with you anywhere we can get away with it. In fact, while you are confident that the pilots will stay put, the slight chance of that door opening only heightens the excitement.”

“Ah, an adventurer. I like that, especially where I am concerned. You give yourself to me so willingly that it does something to my heart, which only adds to the hardness of my cock. A real snowball effect of love and lust. I’m head over heels in love with you, Christina. I hope you know that.”

I only nodded, concentrating on squelching the tears this time, all those that misted my eyes. When his lips hit mine, if I’d had any hint of hesitation at all, it vanished as my heart skipped a beat and my stomach fluttered in response. The lust in his eyes made having him touch me my sole focus. So, I stood up and toed off my flats. Then I wiggled out of my simple, dark-colored dress pants, which pretty much matched the brown tint of my hair.

Nira had gotten these for me, along with a few other changes of clothes for the trip. I’d made a big deal out of it. How often did a virtual stranger buy you a small wardrobe? I wasn’t even sure when she’d gone out, or if she’d ordered and had them delivered. I assumed that with her means she could do that. She said, in her line of work, shopping for those they cared for was a regular part of the assignment.

Now, I let the generous gift, which to my amazement fit perfectly, drop to the floor without a care for it wrinkling. When Lex let out a deep groan of appreciation for such a move, I continued the dance by slowly unbuttoning my silk dress shirt, and letting that too become a puddle of cream on the floor at my feet. I stood there before him in only my practical bra and panties set, also thanks to Nira. It did have a nice satin finish, though, that went well with the coloring of my skin.

As his eyes glanced over me, taking me in from head to toe, the gleam in his eye combined with a smirk to move my shaking hands to get rid of the last of the material covering me. The man made me feel model-worthy, despite my generous curves. His gaze alone had my nipples already pebbling and my pussy growing wet. His nod, followed by a gesture of his head to sit on the table in front of him, tightened my stomach, and had me luxuriating in the erotic thrill of obedience as I lowered my naked ass to it, leaving my legs slightly parted for effect.

As he sat up, he grabbed my knees, forcing my legs open, and exposing me to him. My inner walls pulsed to be touched while he just looked. Even though the room had been plenty warm, my warm, moist folds registered the change in temperature as the air in the cabin met them. I shivered, sitting up straighter, letting my thighs fall further open until I felt the stretch. If I could have managed it, my hips would have lifted me off the table, giving him a better look.

“I’m going to touch you now,” he almost threatened, his voice husky, strained with a slight growl following the words.

I watched his fingers move to my head, though, while I contracted inside, wanting, waiting, needing him in a way I’d never in my life needed another man, and I’d only had him this morning. As he caressed my hair, then moving to my cheek, I took in a deep breath, the thrill of it still impacting me. The rough pads of his fingers incited friction against my already blushing cheeks. I had to concentrate more on my breathing, just moving the air in and out, when those fingers fell to my breasts.

He feather-touched, and teased, before he grabbed and kneaded the flesh there. Never hurting me, he aroused the already pinkish, tight nubs into rosy, aching beads. Finally, his hands dropped to my stomach, nudging me backward until my back laid on the long table that sat in the middle of the horseshoe couch. He gave me a throw pillow for my head, and I reclined, watching his hand poised just above my folds. It shook, giving away some of the emotions growing in him.

“I know I say it over and over again, but you are so beautiful, my Christina. I love getting to look, touch, and taste your most intimate, magical spot,” he said, his praise genuine, matching the look in his eyes that spoke of need and desire. “Sometimes I still can’t believe I’ve gotten to know you, my charge, on such an intimate level. I can’t believe that you are laying here, open and willing, glistening with your own desires, wanting me, letting me look and touch you. I wish I had the words to truly express all I’m feeling, but since I don’t, since I don’t even think they exist, I shall touch you, taste you, kiss you until you are aware.”

My head rested into the pillow, my eyes closing when he proceeded to massage me between my thighs until I was mindless. His fingers rubbed gently, up and down, back and forth, in circles, grabbing and rubbing my mound, my folds, the sensitive skin around my opening until I couldn’t take it anymore. Yet, even my scream caught in my throat at this exquisite torture called pleasure. My stomach grew so tight, desire kindling deep inside.

As his touch grew heavier, and rougher, a fire spread over my flesh, igniting each nerve ending, making them beg for more, though I had lost my ability to form words. I had to force my hips into having patience, to revel in the glory of the sensations he created. He had a power over my body, the flesh between my thighs even more so, that I gave into willingly. I’d grown swollen, and the surge of sexual bliss came out in a tawdry dance of my hips which, given the noises he made, he was pleased with.

As his finger dipped inside me, and wiggled around, a sob of sorts escaped my chest, only to be strangled out by my erratic breaths. It came out as a whispered squeak, not at all attractive, but a peek his way told me it had ignited something in him, and bolstered him to continue on in much the same way. It seemed he read me, as each time I grew close to orgasm, the spasms taking me close to that edge, he pulled out, teased the opening again as I managed my breathing. Once I’d come down just enough, he’d push back in, having added another finger to the mix, throwing me into a more intense ride of sensations.

He stretched me, and pushed in further as his thumb came to press heavy and unyielding, moving in small circles over my clit. I let my hips go then, to move, to beg for more, coming up off the table in frantic movements as high as I could take them. His other hand came to play, too, as he wet a finger with my juices and sent it to circle around my tiny puckered hole.

“Can you take more?” he asked, four fingers deep inside me, with a thumb torturing my clit and another finger now rubbing my ass.

“Yes,” I got out, though the word sounded foreign to my ears. I’d not believed myself, a mix of irrational thoughts and insatiable pleasures mixing to confuse me, make me daring even as I worried I couldn’t take a moment more without losing my mind, wanting to come, needing the release.

He pushed the finger on my tiny puckered hole in, just the tip, letting the tight muscles there relax and open, greedily taking him in. As our bodies worked in a perfect rhythm together, I gave into the clenching, the contractions taking me over. I let the orgasm come, flooding my body with a heady delight, wave after wave of it, until the powerful energy inside of me shook me to my core. I bit hard into my lip to not cry out, wondering if there would ever come a day when we were not in an apartment with thin walls, or someone else’s bathroom, or even the cabin of a private jet, somewhere where I could give in, and let loose the screams he incited in me.

“You are glowing, as in literally, Christina,” he said when I opened my eyes, my body finally coming down to just post-climax tremors.

My skin did indeed glow as it shook, inside and out. In a dark room, I could have been a night light, my magic glittering all along my skin, creating a visible aura that anyone could see. Looking down over myself, watching his hands slowly be removed from my body, I was not at all embarrassed, but proud, if that made sense. With him, I liked me, in all of my forms. The golden hue of the light helped, made me seem mystical, supernatural, and that only aided in stroking something inside of me that I’d not known myself capable of – self-love.

“You’ve never been more beautiful,” he continued, lifting me up to him after he’d slowly removed himself from me completely. “Will you touch me? My hard cock aches for you, to be inside that warm wetness, having you squeeze me. I can’t get enough of being inside you, connected in such a way that I feel we are one.”

“I’d love to touch you, Lex,” I sighed as he made short work of undressing in front of me, material flying until he sat before me, naked. Strong thighs and arms, an almost surreal core, became exposed to me, and I looked him over, thanking my lucky stars that he was mine, and that he wanted me.

He kissed my forehead then, almost bringing those ever-threatening tears back to my eyes. I was growing weary of them, but not of all the good things that were bringing them about since we’d been reunited. I reached out to his thick, dark hair, letting his silky locks curl around my fingers. I moved on to trace over his chiseled cheekbones before running my fingers over his full lips. He growled when I began to smooth over his broad shoulders, playing over the hills and valleys there. I got the same sound when my hands rubbed over his chest and abs. I couldn’t help but to kiss and bite his tight skin there, licking, and sometimes nibbling, too.

His nipples budded in my mouth, and it seemed that the more I sucked, the more his hand that had grabbed my hair pushed me into him. He wanted more, and he wanted it rougher. I bit down on the hard bud, scraping my teeth over it, getting a primal sound from him that vibrated his body, and made me feel like prey. I loved every minute of it.

By the time I reached his cock, letting my fingers lightly play over the head, he’d begun to hiss. “Your magic, it is so warm, so tingly, it adds so much to your touch. I can’t describe it other than to lamely call it otherworldly. Everything about being with you is like that.”

His words had come out shaky, as he seemed to be only able to manage a few at a time. My own stomach tightened again to know I could get such a reaction from him. His eyes, I knew wanting to watch, fluttered open each time his now stormy arousal closed them.

When I touched the tiny hole on his tight head, he moaned, long and low, giving me all the incentive I needed to continue on. I cupped my hands loosely as they roamed down over the bulging veins and shiny red skin of his shaft. I let one hand cup and massage his balls, rolling them in my palm, working them with my fingers. While his growl grew more animalistic, he pulled my hands from his erection, grabbing me to pull my body to his.

I had to move quickly to accommodate him, climbing up on the couch and settling my legs around his midsection. When we were stomach to stomach, his hard cock pushed into the softness of my stomach. While his hands moved to cup my face, he pulled me in for an intense, passionate kiss while our bodies rubbed together in a volatile and yet fruitless manner when compared to what we both really wanted. His tongue ran along the seam of my lips, forcing them open.

In the midst of that, his hands fell to my hips, grabbing me tightly and moving me, pushing me up until I was poised above his erection. As I slid easily down over him, the glorious stretch had me instantly beginning to rock against him. We settled into a natural rhythm with his hands still guiding my hips. Our bodies danced to a music that played only for us. Time stood still, I swore, as my taut nipples brushed against his hard chest.