The Kyriakis Curse (18 page)

The following night, however, his jealousy had driven her away. Paris had told himself she was the one who would have to adjust, to follow his ways. His arrogance had made it impossible to give himself completely over to her.

And despite what happened after, Paris had always kept the memories of that one night on the beach with Zahara in his heart.

Now, recalling how Constantine looked at the Sarah -- the same way he himself must

have gazed at Zahara -- Paris knew there was disaster ahead. Maybe it was too late to do anything, but he had to find his son... or something terrible could happen. He couldn’t explain why he felt this way, perhaps it was fatherly instinct, but something niggled in the back of his brain that wouldn’t go away.

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Constantine had told her about his hideaway in the Alps, she’d imagined some huge chalet overlooking the slopes. After all, the two Kyriakis compounds she’d visited were nothing short of grand, but the quaint cabin hidden in the woods was nestled by a crystal lake and took her breath away.

“I was hoping you would.” He came behind her, grasping her shoulders, his breath

caressing her ear.

Sarah shivered and hesitated, briefly wondering if she should give in to the delicious warmth their bodies generated. Even after what they’d shared, Sarah still found it difficult to let her guard down completely, though she enjoyed the stolen kisses and soft caresses.

What the hell.

Leaning against his broad chest with a sigh, she let a slight smile touch her lips. His arms immediately went around her waist. “This is such a lovely spot that I wish I had some paint and my canvas. How long have you had this place?”

“About thirty years. It’s one of my own properties, exclusive of my family.”

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“Ah, so you like simple things.”

“Don’t get me wrong. I have a couple of large homes, but this is where I come to think and decompress.”

“Are all immortals so wealthy?”

“A lot of the older ones are. As you can imagine, most of us have been around long

enough to have amassed a fortune, but then there are those who don’t give a damn. They ease through by taking advantage of others. My great-grandfather Spyros started Kyriakis Shipping when he was quite young.”

“What happened to him and your grandfather -- Paris’s father, I mean.” You’re

immortal right? Yet your father is alpha.”

“Both my grandfather and great-grandfather succumbed to the feral virus. Some say

Spyros’s death was a result of the curse, but the older ones don’t talk about it much.”

“Feral virus? Curse?” Just the sounds of both made her shudder.

“The virus causes a rather nasty disease that only seems to affect shifters. No one really knows with absolute certainty how it came about, but it attacks the nervous system and causes one to shift into wolf form without the ability to change back into human form ever again. Because of this, it makes the infected shifter insane, and they usually end up attacking everything and anyone.

“As for the curse... that was done to our family by another pack years ago. Believe it or not, at one point Pack Kyriakis was much larger, but the feral virus wiped a vast number of us out, where before we’d pretty much not been affected by it. Some say that was a result of the curse and blame my father. My great-grandparents were infected, as were my

grandfather and aunt’s husband. My mother was killed by feral wolves. Then there were Aries’s parents, who succumbed to the virus, too; his father was my papa’s younger brother.

Aries’s parents’ deaths and my great-grandfather’s tore Papa apart. He feels guilty.”

Sarah turned within the circle of his arms. “This all sounds terrible.”

Constantine looked thoughtful for a moment. “I have theories of my own about the

origin of the virus, but most say it was created by an immortal.” He shook his head. “Let’s talk about something more pleasant. We have only a few days before my father sends the hounds for us.” He pulled her even closer and nuzzled her neck.

“Mmm, that feels heavenly.” Sarah threw her arms around his neck. Before she knew

it, they were on the ground, Constantine on top of her. His lips grazed the side of her neck; goose bumps formed wherever he touched her flesh. The solid proof of his stiff cock excited her, and Sarah went up into flames.

Her fingertips slid up and down his spine, and her legs hooked over his waist. She

gasped at the sharp bite of his strong white teeth into her lower lip.

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“I’m sorry, mana mou, I get carried away sometimes by your sweetness. Let me make it better.” Dragging his tongue along the tender spot, he lapped at her mouth as if he were tasting ambrosia from Olympus itself.

Sarah groaned, unable to believe how hot he could get her in such a short period of

time. She simply couldn’t get enough of him. Shameless. I’m utterly shameless where this man is concerned.

She broke their kiss, and grabbing a handful of his unzipped jacket, she pushed it off his shoulder before struggling with her own, ignoring the crisp chill of the wind. All that mattered right now was being with him in the most intimate way possible between man and woman. She didn’t care they were still outside and on the cold, hard ground; the only thing Sarah could register was the glorious sensations searing through her body.

“I need you.”

Constantine chuckled. “There’s no rush, Sarah.”

Something came over her. Maybe it was the way she felt at one with her surroundings, or how this particular man made her feel. Perhaps she was still partially in heat; otherwise, where could this wanton hussy she’d turned into have come from?

“I want you now.” Sarah yanked his head back to her, shoving her tongue between his

lips. His raw maleness singed her taste buds, sending a heady sensation through her veins down to her core. She held his face to keep his head still while she explored every bit of his mouth. She wanted more. Kissing was not enough.

Tightening her legs around his waist, she gripped his shoulders and, with a strength she didn’t know she possessed, she flipped him over.

Obviously Constantine was just as surprised by her power as she was, because his eyes widened. Sarah didn’t give him the chance to digest what she’d just done or the change in their positions, because she tore at his clothes as she straddled him.

“Sarah, what--”

She placed her fingers over his lips. “Let me do this. You had most of the fun the other night. Now, it’s my turn.”

“Outside? Like this?” he asked, amusement twinkling in his steady gray eyes.

“Yes, here and now. Just like this.” Sarah rent his t-shirt in two, before lowering her head to sample the flat disk of one hard nipple. Remembering how he’d teased and

tormented her the night before, she circled and laved the hardened tip until he wiggled beneath her.

“God, what you do to me. Where the hell did you learn this?”

She giggled at his impassioned groan. “From you, silly. Now, shut up, and enjoy.” She moved to his other nipple, sucking the waiting peak with relish. She felt him untie the ribbon binding her hair before threading his fingers through the strands. He pressed her head against his damp skin as Sarah slowly worked her way down to his chiseled abs.

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“You have a gorgeous body.” Did that husky voice belong to her? She wanted him

really, really badly.

He laughed. “Isn’t that my line? When you’ve had your fun, I intend to do a little

exploring on my own. In fact, I’m going to fuck your hot body until you’re walking

bowlegged.”

“Promises, promises,” Sarah sighed, tonguing his navel. “I’m already bowlegged. In any case, I’m not finished tasting you.” She was so eager to set his cock free that her trembling fingers fumbled with his belt buckle. Jerking his jeans down lean hips, she bit her lips when she saw what lay beneath. “Don’t you ever wear underwear?”

“Whatever for? They’re no fun. Besides, this grants me easy access, baby.”

She wondered if he would be so cocky once she was through with him. Wrapping her

fingers around his massive member, she flicked it with the tip of her tongue, the saltiness of his pre-come flavoring it.

“Yum. You know, I think I like the idea of you going commando. Otherwise, I

wouldn’t be able to do this.” Sarah licked the rim of the mushroom-shaped head.

“Stop teasing me.”

She lifted her head with a pout. “But I like to tease you.” She slid her tongue along his length like it was a flavored icicle. “I love the way you taste. You’re so long and thick. I especially love it when you’re inside my pussy.”

“How about taking me inside your mouth first? You’re killing me.” He bucked his hips with apparent impatience.

“Uh uh. Haven’t you heard the best things come to those who wait?” She giggled.

“Fuck that. If it doesn’t involve your mouth on my cock, I don’t want to know about it.

For God’s sake, I’m dying for you.”

Her own need for him made it difficult to argue with him. She was just as eager to close her lips around his rod as he was for her to do it. Though she’d never done it before, instinct guided her. Slowly, she opened her mouth over his shaft and gently sucked on him.

Constantine gripped her head, but she appreciated the fact that he didn’t push her

further down his length, letting her set the pace. His moans of delight were like music to her ears. She quickly learned in that moment how rewarding it was to give pleasure as it was to receive it.

The pulsing member in her mouth coupled with his throaty groans sent spasms of

blazing excitement through her body. Inch by inch, she swallowed him deeper until the tip of his cock touched the back of her throat. Even then, there was still a lot of him left outside her lips. Her pussy throbbed hungrily. Already her panties were soaked; she was ready to have him sink inside of her again, but first she wanted Constantine to call out her name as she’d done for him the night before.

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Her lips tightened around his dick, and her head bobbed up and down part way, then

faster. His fingers dug into her scalp, tugged at her hair. Sarah hummed around his shaft to send vibrations pulsing through his cock. He grunted.

“Sarah! Oh, mana mou, my precious one. Don’t stop!” He lifted his hips each time her mouth slid along his length, driving it deeper.

When she cupped his balls in one hand, gently squeezing and fondling them,

Constantine released a primitive howl. His musky scent filled her nostrils, heightening the wicked sensations in her body. Releasing his cock, Sarah ran her tongue over his tight sac, flicking and lapping at it.

“Shit, I’m going to come.” Something primordial within her wanted his seed spurting

inside her. Sarah pulled her head out of his grip and stood.

Passion-glazed gray eyes stared at her. “Where the hell are you going?” he growled

ferociously, propping himself on bent elbows.

Sliding her jeans down, she smiled at him. “I’m not going anywhere, stud.” After

pulling off her own shirt and removing her bra and panties, she lowered herself, straddling his hips. “Put your cock in me,” she commanded, her juices already dripping from her hungry hole.

Constantine grabbed his dick and placed it against her opening. The brush of it against her labia had Sarah squirming in anticipation. She parted herself, taking him into her channel. She sighed as her walls stretched to accommodate his size and slid down until he was fully within her.

“Oh, hell, yeah. This tight pussy is all mine.” He bared his lengthened incisors at her, his eyes changing from gray, to gold, to yellow, then back to gray. He filled her so utterly and completely that she didn’t want to move. But she knew she must.

He circled her waist with his large hands as she placed her palms against his slick chest and drank in the sight of his rugged good looks. His dark hair was plastered to his forehead, his skin was flushed, and there was a look of pure desire in his eyes that made Sarah’s heart leap.

She’d done that to him.

It took her a few moments to find her rhythm, but with Constantine’s help, she was

soon bouncing up and down on his cock as if she’d done this a million times before. The slapping sounds of her ass hitting his thighs drifted through the otherwise quiet air. Suddenly changing positions, Constantine clasped her tightly and rose. Sarah gripped him with her legs and arms.

“I want to get my mouth on your breasts as you ride me. Seeing them jiggle as your

pussy swallowed my cock drove me absolutely crazy.” And he buried his face against her chest, sensually attacking her sensitive mounds. With wild kisses and licks, Constantine 104

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feasted on her breasts as their bodies moved and ground together in an erotic dance older than time.

She needed this, wanted this, had to have this. Sarah clamped down her muscles

around his cock, knowing her orgasm was near.

Constantine finally yelled out her name. “Sarah!”

The moment of her climax was nothing short of earth shattering. Sarah spasmed and

shuddered against him. Almost at the same time, he shot his seed into her hot box.

“Sarah. Oh, God, I love you!”

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Constantine stroked Sarah’s hair while he watched her sleep. She was so damned

lovely, and she was all his. He’d been fooling himself to think he didn’t love her sooner; he’d probably fallen for her the minute he’d first spotted her, but that emotion had been so foreign to him outside of what he felt for his father, sister, and cousin, that he hadn’t recognized it.

It bothered him a little that she hadn’t expressed her feelings in kind. Instead, she’d buried her face against his neck as he’d carried her back to the cabin and told him what a wonderful lover he was. It pleased him to know she was satisfied with him, but he wanted more from her. Considering all she’d suffered in her life, maybe he was expecting too much of her too soon. Still, he wouldn’t rest until she said the words back to him.