The Kyriakis Curse (16 page)

“Please hurry,” Sarah pleaded.

Unable to help himself, he buried his nose between her labia, inhaling that wonderful, delectable fragrance. The beast within him couldn’t seem to get enough of it, and his cock throbbed with renewed urgency. Before this night was over, they’d both be singed to ashes.

Sarah dug her fingers into his hair, tugging the strands until he was sure they would be pulled from the roots. “Please, please, please...”

Extending his tongue, he allowed it to shift, elongating it to its rough lupine form.

Parting her succulent pussy lips, Constantine licked her pulsing bundle of nerves, swirling around it and testing its texture.

Wonderfu! Fabulous! Glorious! popped into his mind. The incredible heat emitting

from her dewy channel made him dizzy with lust. “Do you like this? Do you like how my tongue and mouth feel on you?” His voice was slurred from the thickness of his tongue.

“Oh, yes. More. Please, more.”

Wanting to thoroughly pleasure his beautiful Sarah, Constantine sucked her love bud

into his mouth. She wiggled and squirmed, pulling his hair tighter still, her fingernails grazing his scalp. It was an erotic hurt that only served to heighten the wild hunger tearing through his body.

The water could do nothing to cool his ardor now, so he could only imagine how it felt to someone in heat. And just being so close to her had raised his temperature several degrees.

He planned to love this dark beauty all through the night. However, although his stamina was greater than any mortal man’s, he would still need to pace himself in order to satisfy her adequately.

Sarah groaned as he feasted on her nubbin. Her orgasm was near; he could smell it.

Releasing her clit, he thrust his tongue into her tight box. She was so snug; he couldn’t wait to get his cock was inside of her.

He tested the sweet resistance of her maidenhead that proclaimed her virgin state.

Mine!

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A fierce possessiveness took over as his tongue fucked her with swift, steady strokes. It wasn’t enough for him; he wanted to taste all of her. The tart muskiness of her ass filtered to his nostrils. His animalistic side prodded him to leave no part of her unexplored -- his very nature demanded it with a fiery need.

Having lived most of her life in the human world, Sarah didn’t seem to understand. She released his hair and tried to back away, but his grip tightened on the thigh slung over his shoulder. “No. Give in. Let me do this for you.”

“But... I’m not... it’s not right to touch me there.”

He looked up at her. “You mean taste you there. We are not human; germs and bacteria are mortal concerns, not ours. There’s no part of you that I find repulsive -- everything about you turns me on, mana mou. Your soft brown skin, sexy hair, firm breasts, tight ass, and pussy.” Emphasizing his point, he ran his tongue from her clit to her crack, stopping at the puckered hole.

“I...”

“That’s it, sweet. Feel. Just feel.” He returned his attention to her pussy and licked her with long, broad strokes until she sobbed with pleasure. His mouth was unrelenting in its quest to grant her this moment of bliss.

At last, she released a primal scream that filled the room. Her explosion came hard and swift, slathering her juices over his tongue. Constantine drank down her essence, not wanting to miss a single drop.

“My legs are going to give out,” she whispered weakly.

Reluctantly, Constantine released her leg from his shoulder and stood in one swift

motion. Sarah collapsed against him.

“Is it over? It doesn’t hurt so much anymore.”

He reached over and turned the tap off before lifting her in his arms and kissing her forehead. “Not by a long shot. The night has just begun.”

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And he wasn’t kidding, either. Once he’d towel-dried Sarah, Constantine led her to his large California king-sized bed. “You’re so lovely,” he whispered, reverence in his voice and eyes.

Skittish laugher tore from her throat. “I probably look like Boomshiqua, Queen of the Jungle, with this wild afro of mine.” She raked her fingers though her hair to cover her nervousness. She wasn’t too innocent to not know what was going to happen next.

Constantine smoothed his hand over her still damp mane. “I love it like this in its

natural state. It’s beautiful, so soft and welcoming. From the moment our eyes met, I’ve wanted to do this.” Grasping a length of her tresses with both fists, Constantine buried his face in it, running his cheeks and nose through the strands. “Gorgeous, just like the rest of you. Don’t ever doubt it. I won’t have anyone speak against you, not even you.”

Sarah shook her head. “I wasn’t disparaging my hair. It’s part of me. I was simply saying what was probably on your mind.”

Constantine raised one dark brow. “What I was actually thinking is how lovely it is, and how much I’ll enjoy burying my hands in it when I take you.” His smiled at her.

“Enough of this. We both know you’re a knock-out, and we’re out of time. Listen to the sounds outside.”

“What does that--”

“Shh. Listen, I said. The howls are growing more fervent.” Sure enough, the sounds

she’d heard earlier seemed closer than ever and more urgent.

“Why?”

“I told you: they smell your scent. Lie on the bed so I can mark you. Once I stake my claim, they’ll stop.”

“But--”

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“Please, just do as I say without arguing. You said you’d trust me, remember?”

Sarah wasn’t one to follow blindly without questioning why, but the sounds beyond

the house were frightening, and the look of utter determination in Constantine’s eyes showed he meant business. Backing up, Sarah lay on the bed. A flash of fierce possession seemed to flicker in his eyes. She shivered.

“What are you going to do?”

“Silence the others. I have to warn you: what I’m about to do may seem distasteful to you, but it has to be done. It’s how we male shifters warn each other away from our bitches.”

“What... what will happen if you don’t?”

“Those shifters will probably try to tear the house down in an attempt to get to you.”

“But you’re the alpha-in-waiting. Don’t they have to listen to your commands?”

“In theory, but as I’ve already stated, the scent you emit drives unmated shifters wild.”

She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Even you?”

“Especially me.”

The scary part was, she wanted him to claim her, even though Sarah knew there’d be

no going back after this. A sharp blaze of heat ripped through her again, causing sweat to bead over her skin. Sarah grew warmer than ever. “Oh, God, it’s happening again.”

“I told you it wasn’t over. In fact, until your pussy is full of my seed, each successive wave that hits you will be stronger than the one before it.”

“I burn.” Her moan was full of the agony she felt tearing through her system.

“I know, but I will quench that fire.”

She ran her tongue over her lips, no longer caring what he planned to do as long as it happened in a hurry. Sarah watched in fascination as Constantine fisted his long cock. It stretched and thickened before her eyes to a size which would have worried her even more in any other circumstances, but the incredible fever consuming her made Sarah anxious to get his cock in her. Perhaps if the situation were different, she’d be able to admire his male beauty and examine his perfect body to her satisfaction, but the need for relief outweighed all impulses.

Constantine’s hand slid along his turgid length; the purplish-red, mushroom-shaped tip looked angry, like a snake ready to strike. He walked closer until his jutting member rested directly over her.

“I’m going to mark you now,” he said softly, his pupils turning that peculiar shade of yellow again, but that was nothing compared to what he did next.

Constantine grunted and groaned over her, a light glistening of sweat dampening his

body. A gelatinous, orange-red fluid spewed from his cock, spilling over her stomach and breasts. Sarah yelled more from surprise than anything else and attempted to sit up, but as soon as the fluid hit her skin, it was absorbed, disappearing without a trace.

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“Hold on, sweetheart. I’m not quite finished.” More of the fluid shot from his shaft, saturating her skin until she was covered in it from her torso to her thighs. She should have been disgusted, appalled, but a primitive part of her rejoiced in this base ritual. What was more important to her was that as the fluid soaked into her flesh, it served to cool her down -

- a little.

Mournful yips and yaps filled the air outside.

A satisfied grin crossed his face. “Now, you are truly mine,” he growled before falling gently on top of her. His mouth moved until their lips nearly touched. “Do you hear that, agapi? Those are the cries of my brethren who know they can never have you.” The soft caress of his breath made Sarah shiver. Then their lips finally connected.

All Sarah’s reservations had long since flown out the window, and the beast within

took over. She returned his kiss vigorously, her tongue shooting out to meet his. She wanted to taste him as he had her. The flavor of him tingled her taste buds, sending a thrill of heady delight charging to her very core.

She grabbed his neck, holding his head close to her. Unable to get enough of this man, she squirmed beneath him, her pussy like molten lava, the overwhelming need to be filled driving her. He lifted his head, but not without a struggle because Sarah held tight, not wanting to break contact.

She whimpered “Please, I need you.”

“And you shall have me, my sweet, but I need relief, too. Feel what you’ve done to

me.” Engulfing one of her hands in his, Constantine slid their fingers between their bodies until they reached the hard pulsing of his huge cock.

With tentative fingers, Sarah clutched it gently. “It’s so thick.” She couldn’t keep the awe out of her voice if she tried. Then she licked her lips nervously. “I don’t know how I’ll be able to take it all.”

He kissed her forehead in reassurance. “It will be all right, agapi. Though you may only be half shifter, you’re built to take my length and girth. There may be some discomfort when I breach your maidenhead, but I promise it won’t hurt beyond that.”

Her grasp tightened around his thick rod; he closed his eyes and shuddered. A tiny

smile touched Sarah’s lips when she spied the result of her caress. Emboldened, she ran her fingers along his cock, testing the weight in her palm.

“Oh, God! If you keep doing that, I won’t be held responsible for what happens next.”

“But I like touching you.”

A soft laugh escaped his throat. “Is that so?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Mmm, well, there’ll be plenty more time for that, but in the meantime, I need to get inside of you.”

The flames hit her again, and Sarah released his cock, moaning. “It’s starting again.”

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“I know, agapi. I feel it, too. Spread your legs for me.”

Sarah hesitated for the merest of seconds, but her need for him was too great for

defiance. Constantine positioned himself on his knees between her parted thighs.

“Wrap your legs around me. That’s it. Not so tight.” He guided his rod past her slick labia, slowly pushing into her channel.

“Jesus, you’re wet and snug,” he groaned through clenched teeth.

Sarah thought she’d die if he didn’t fill her soon. “Please hurry. I need you.”

“Do you know what happens now?” His eyes twinkled golden with that fierce

possessiveness once more.

Sarah panted with her lust for him. Did he think she was a total innocent? “You may be my first, but I know the mechanics. Are you going to talk, or do I have to go outside and ask one of your kinsmen to heal this ache you’ve given me?”

A savage roar ripped from his throat, the golden shade of his eyes turning bright

yellow. His canine teeth lengthened. “You are my bitch! Don’t ever mention or hint at going to anyone else to satisfy your needs.” His voice was gravelly and raw. “Not only will I be your first, but I’ll be your last.” To drive home his point, he pushed past the thin barrier with one forceful thrust of his cock.

She felt as though something inside of her had popped, but there was no pain from the initial entry, just a slight prick -- almost like getting a pinch. The discomfort she did experience, however, came from her pussy stretching to its limits from his width.

“Oh, God! Oh, God!” She screamed with a mixture of pleasure and pain -- but the pain was a pleasurable ache. He felt so damn good in her.

Constantine growled again, digging his fingers into her thighs. “We are bond mates.

God can’t help you now, only I can.” She gasped as his sharp nails broke her skin. He started to move deeper within her, his eyes never leaving her face. “I tried to warn you. There’s no going back now. You’re bound to me for as long as either of us lives, and you’ll bear my cubs one day.”

Sarah wasn’t sure she was ready to hear this, especially as another scorching wave

swept through her. She’d deal with his statements later. Right now, she frantically needed the sweet relief she knew only he could provide.

Instinctively, she clenched her pussy muscles around his cock. The hiss of a brisk

inhalation was followed by a more powerful thrust. He was so deep inside her she could swear he reached her throat.

“You’re so fucking tight. Damn, Sarah. From the first, I knew you were mine; you can hardly deny it when your pussy fits so perfectly around my dick.” He punctuated his words with another pump of his hips. “This is my pussy.” He ran a finger over a taut nipple. “My breast.” Sarah shuddered; she was drowning in an ocean of tumultuous lust. He caressed her Kyriakis 1: Kyriakis Curse

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sweat-drenched stomach. “This is my body. Mine and only mine. Say it. Tell me who you belong to.”

“You!”

“Say my name. Scream it for all to hear.” The demanding strokes of his shaft working in and out of her hot box drove her to the brink of insanity.