ALIEN SHIFTER ROMANCE: Alien Tigers - The Complete Series (Alien Invasion Abduction Shapeshifter Romance) (Paranormal Science Fiction Fantasy Anthologies & Short reads) (167 page)

Chapter Three

              Jake carried her back to the bondage room he’d built for her, and kicked the door shut before he set her on her feet.  “Take off your clothes.”

              “I have nothing else to tell you,” she warned him.

“I don’t care.”  He stepped back and shrugged out of his jacket.  “Take off your clothes.”

              “Why?  I just gave you pleasure.”  She made a wringing gesture with her hands.  “And you still think I’m a thief.” 

              “Fuck the designs.”  He glowered at her.  “Now take off your damn clothes, or I’m going to tear them off you.”
              He saw Kameko's hands shake as she reached behind her and unzipped, sliding her skirt down to step out of it.  Beneath it she wore a pair of scarlet satin panties and a black lace garter belt.  When she tugged off her blouse she revealed the matching satin bra, which pushed her small breasts up like an offering.

Bare-chested now, Jake walked in a tight circle around her.  He dipped his head to breathe in her scent before he unclipped her bra, and drew it away.  He came around her to look at the delicate curves of her mounds, and felt his cock rise again and press painfully against his zipper. 

“You lovely, lying little witch.”  He trailed his fingertips over the rucked coin of one nipple.  “I can’t count the number of times I’ve wanted to tear open your blouse.”  His gaze shifted to her face.  “You wouldn't have stopped me.  You won’t stop me now.”

She looked past him, her jaw rigid.  “I don't know why I'm doing this.  It changes nothing.”

“Liar,” he mocked.  “You've been wanting this as long as I have.  You just wouldn’t let yourself come to me.”  He stroked his hand down over her belly, and let his fingers dip under the edge of her panties.  "My secretive little submissive."

When he pushed his hand between her thighs Kameko clutched his arm as if to keep from falling.  “I never wanted this to happen.”

“If that’s true, why are you wet for me already?"  He parted her with a fingertip and rimmed her opening before penetrating her with one long finger.  She felt slick but as tight as a virgin.  “How long has it been since you let someone cross that line?  Give you what you really need?”

Her throat moved as she swallowed.  “Does it matter?”

Jake drew his finger out of her.  “I suppose not.” 

He bent down, sweeping her off her feet and shifting her to the platform, where he laid her in the center and stretched her arms and legs out on the extensions.  He had never intended to restrain her – that was her button, not his – but when she slipped her hands and feet into the straps, he secured them.

She watched as he opened the front of his trousers, and pulled out his heavy shaft, wrapping his fist around it as he stepped between her spread thighs. 

“If we do this, we can never take it back,” she told him, her voice tight.  “It will always connect us, no matter what we do or where we go.  You understand that, don’t you?”  When he didn’t reply she looked away.  “This is the real reason I left, to keep this from happening.”

“Nothing between us has been real, except that blow job you just gave me.”  He rubbed the broad, satiny bulb against her folds, catching his breath as her heat permeated him.  “But I agree. You wanted to prevent this, because you can’t fake it with me.  I finally have you, Meko.  The real you.”

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              Kameko had done everything she could think of to dissuade him from this.  Now that he was poised on the brink of taking her she couldn’t think.  All her schemes vanished from her mind, obliterated by her burning need to be with the man she loved.  

              Unable to deny him, Kameko arched her hips.  “Then have me, Jacob.”

Jake pressed his cockhead into her without another word.  He grunted as he slowly worked himself into her clenching folds, gentle but determined.  As he gave her another inch, Kameko bit her bottom lip.  Her body stretched almost to the point of pain to accommodate the invasion of his thick girth.

              “Don’t keep me out.”  He stopped pressing in and gripped her hips, inserting his hands under her bottom.  “You want me inside you, Meko, you know you do.  You know I can pleasure you.”

Jake covered her breasts with his hands and began caressing them, his hands as bold and direct as his penis.  With every stroke she took more and more of his length, gasping when he pumped harder and deeper, until he was filling her completely with every thrust.  She could hear the wet sounds of her fluids enveloping him, and shivered as he reached her core.  Between her folds, her clit throbbed like strobe, aching for the grazing touch of his shaft.  Each time he brushed against the hard nub, frantic swells sensation pulsed through her sex and belly.

At last Jake plowed into her to the broad base of his penis, and went still, looking down on her as she writhed, impaled by his delicious thickness.  “Do you feel that?”

“Jacob.”  Her voice shook uncontrollably.  “Please.”

“I’m inside you now, and you’ll never have another man as hard or deep.”  He drew out and thrust back in.  “This is what you’ll remember every time you think of me.”

It shocked Kameko to hear a whimper drift from her lips.  Breathless and trembling, she felt so aroused that she knew she would explode any moment.  “Jacob, I’m sorry I left you.”

“No, you’re not.”  He bent down, laving each of her nipples with his tongue until she gasped.  “You couldn’t get away from me fast enough.  You didn’t even stay to say good-bye.”

Tears stung her eyes.  “I knew you’d try to talk me into staying, and I . . . couldn’t.  Not with the way I felt about you.”

“You’re here now.”  He sucked her aching nipples as he began to draw back.  “I knew this would happen the moment I saw you.  So did you.  We’ve both been dreaming of it, haven’t we?”

“This isn’t a dream,” she whispered.

Kameko felt her breasts bounce as he shafted her harder, and the smell of sex coiled around them both.  She wrapped her legs around his hard body, surrendering to the driving force of his penis and then riding it. 

Jake watched her eyes as he drove in and out of her.  “I can feel you fluttering around me like a butterfly.”  A deep guttural sound spilled from his throat as he plowed deeper.  “Are you going to come for me?  Are you going to give me the real thing this time, love?”

Love.
  The word sent swarm of panic through Kameko.  She couldn’t be with him, not like this.  She’d been a fool to let him seduce her.  She pushed at him, shaking her head desperately as she tried to resist the dark delight blooming inside her.

“Oh, no, you don’t.  You don’t get to leave me again, not while I’m fucking you.”  Jake dragged her legs up over his shoulders as he hauled her to the very edge of the platform, and then pressed over her until her knees nearly touched her shoulders.  “You look at me.” 

Kameko wailed, her body pinned and helpless now.

“Meko, open your eyes.”  When she looked at him, he slid out and pushed in until their body hair tangled and his cockhead prodded the edge of her cervix.  He then reached down and thrust his thumb between her folds to stroke her pearl steadily.  “You owe me this.  I want it.  I want it all, now.”

Her thighs tightened a moment before the climax shattered through her with a roaring river of hot pleasure.  Jake held her down and kept his penis planted firmly inside her as he rubbed her clit, his rigid shaft swelling as her contractions milked him.  He kept rubbing her until she came a second time, and then pulled his thick girth out of her body.

“My turn,” he told her as he stroked his glistening penis with his big fist.  “Watch me come all over you now.”

Kameko's eyes narrowed as he groaned and shook, his fist still pumping as the first thick jet of his semen shot out and spilled across her belly like a ribbon of pale cream.  She reached down and parted her folds to expose her pulsing clit, offering it to him.  “Here.  Give it to me here.”

With another groan Jake sent the next spurt to splash against her nub, and then another, and another until he had soaked her with his come.  He released his shaft and leaned over her, his broad chest expanding with the breaths he gulped. 

Touching his lips to hers for a moment, he murmured, “That was real, Meko.  All the real either of us ever needs.”

Chapter Four

A throbbing ache between her thighs dragged Kameko back to consciousness.  She was in bed with Jake, her damp body pressed back against his, the satin sheets cocooning them as closely as the blended scents of their bodies.  He’d fallen asleep after the last time they’d had sex without bothering to withdraw.  As sore and sensitive as she was, she loved feeling his thick, heavy penis swelling inside her.  It made her think of how he'd made her take him over and over that night, his shaft like a tireless piston.  Even now, while he was sleeping, he wanted her.

All this desire baffled her. 

The last time Kameko had taken a lover, he’d been a fellow agent out of London who had seemed clean and discreet.  He’d never been able to bring her to orgasm when they'd had sex, which had basically consisted of him slobbering over her breasts and grunting away on top of her while she stared at the ceiling.

              The other agent had broken it off, but he hadn’t taken the blame for the failure of the affair. 
I don’t think men do it for you, Kameko, but with your history, that’s not surprising
. 
Maybe you should try women.

Kameko wasn't attracted to her own gender, and she wasn’t inclined to repeat the experience. So since that breakup, she'd depended on herself for her pleasures.  Since coming to work for Jake, the billionaire had starred in all of her fantasies.

Maybe I can give him one to remember after I’m gone.

Carefully she clenched around him, tightening her internal muscles and then relaxing them to massage his shaft.  Still asleep, he murmured something wordless and thrust a little deeper inside her, his big hand clamping over her breast.

Unbearably excited, Kameko closed her eyes and slipped her hand down to her thighs, where she touched her clit with a fingertip.  Already unhooded and erect, it sent a tingling jolt through her sex.  She'd never masturbated with a real penis inside her; the woman who had trained her had given her only sex toys to use.  She knew if she could come, the contractions of her body might make him do the same.

Slowly she stroked her clit, being careful to use only one finger and gentle motion in order to keep as still as she could.  If he woke up it would ruin everything, so she had to control herself.  She felt herself growing slick and warm as her rubbing stoked her need, and she clasped and released her muscles around his thick length, hoping to give him the same pleasure she was taking for herself.

Jake shifted and uttered a low, drowsy growl as he pushed deeper.

“Yes,” she breathed the word.  While he was asleep she could tell him what she never dared to when he was awake.  “You feel so hard inside me.  I love how you fill me and stretch me.  No one has ever made me feel so good.”

She stopped rubbing her pearl to encircle the base of his penis with her fingers, tightening them as he pressed in.  When he groaned sleepily, she took her hand away and went back to playing with her nub, her fingers wet from touching his shaft.

It didn't take long for her orgasm to build, and soon Kameko was rubbing herself faster and harder as she wriggled, her body clasping him urgently.  She could feel him growing harder and bigger inside her as she did, and when his hand began massaging her breast, it triggered a huge burst of pleasure inside her that left her breathless and shaking.  A moment later she felt Jake's shaft swell and jerk as he flooded her sheath with his seed.

“You have a hundred years to stop doing that,” he told her, his breath warm on her cheek as he encircled her waist with his arm.  “Unless you’re as sore as I am.  Then you can take a break for an hour.”

She smiled.  “When I woke up and I felt you inside me, so big and hard . . . I couldn't help myself.” 

“Mmm.”  When she tried to move away, he tightened his arm.  “You're not going anywhere,” he murmured, stroking her breast.  “Not after that.”

Kameko watched his face as he drifted back off to sleep.  She felt a deep and abiding sense of satisfaction, but behind it shame blossomed.  She couldn’t stay with him, not even for sex.

Once Jake's breathing slowed, and his arm around her waist relaxed, Kameko turned onto her back and stared at the ceiling.  She’d finally crossed the line she’d drawn for herself.  She’d always been ashamed of her childhood training, and had tried to forget it.  One night with Jake Silvar and she was behaving like the whore she’d been taught to be.

Jake deserved better. 

Kameko pushed away the shame and focused on her next move.  By now Simon Denning had probably reported her missing to the London branch; her handler would be worried.  If she didn’t report in another twelve hours they would send someone after her. 

Kameko's gaze shifted to the bedroom window, where she saw the sky beginning to lighten as dawn approached.  Carefully she moved Jake's arm away from her, and gently disengaged their bodies before she slipped out of bed, picked up her clothes, and tiptoed out of the room.

Misery swamped her as she dressed, which was probably why she didn’t hear the man in black until he was on top of her.  He pulled her into a choke hold, and raised a stiletto above her chest.  She only had time to close her eyes as the blade came plunging down, and then a weapon fired.  Kameko dropped as the man staggered backward and collapsed.

“I wouldn’t,” Jake said as he emerged from the bedroom.  He kept his gun trained on the man clasping his bleeding shoulder.

Kameko spun around, kicking the stiletto from the assassin’s hand and catching it by the hilt as it flipped through the air.  She stood and glanced at Jake.  “Now you must call the police, I’m afraid.”  She regarded her would-be killer, who snarled something filthy in Spanish at her.  “I’ll have to talk to my people as well.”

“Sure.”  Jake came over to handcuff the assassin.  “When you tell me exactly who your people are.”

“British intelligence,” Kameko said, and sighed.  “I work for MI-6.”

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Discovering his former assistant and new lover was a spy didn’t shock Jake as much as it pissed him off -- again.  He clamped down on his temper while Kameko arranged to have her people retrieve the assassin and take him in for questioning.  She spent another hour on the phone reporting on the situation to her superiors before she spoke to him again.

“I’ve told them we staged the abduction as part of a planned sting operation,” she said as she walked with him back to the office.  “I don’t think they believed me, but you won’t face any charges for kidnapping me.”

Jake waited until they were alone before he said, “Why did the U.K. plant you in my office?”

“We received a report that you were being targeted by an international terrorist cartel,” she told him.  “We needed to know what they were after:  you or your work.  Now we know.”

She looked calm and composed, as if she were talking about grocery shopping instead of corporate espionage.  He felt like shaking her until her teeth rattled.  “But you couldn’t tell me about it?”

“That is standard procedure,” she assured him.  “I was assigned to protect you and wait until the cartel made their move.”

“You left.”  She was pretending as if last night hadn’t happened, too, which pissed him off even more.  “You left without telling me I was being targeted.  If I’d known—”

Kameko rubbed her eyes.  “You couldn’t have done anything to stop this, Jacob – and you weren’t unprotected.  I had another operative sent to replace me the same day I left.”  

“Who?”  Before she answered, he swore under his breath.  “Never mind.  I don’t care who it is.  I’m done with this.”

“I’m afraid you’re not.  I had my people trace the signal used to upload the schematics through your smart phone.  It came through an internet phone service from an anonymous account.”  She offered him a slip of paper.  “This is the IP address of the terminal used to make the call.”

He eyed the number and crumpled the paper.  “Not, it’s not.  It can’t be.  This is one of Silvatech’s IPs.”

She regarded him steadily.  “Then it seems that I’m not the only one who came to work here as an undercover agent.”