Double Your Pleasure Bundle (68 page)

She cried out as she drowned in it.

When her paroxysms stopped, she lay limp. Kane stood still, breathing heavily. He sat slowly, and she slid off his back. Her thighs twitched as her knees sank into the forest loam. What was going to happen now? She didn’t think she could survive another ride.

Kane stood before her, human now, his chest glistening with sweat. Even now he had that commanding air about him, the expectation that he would be obeyed. She wished he would give her another order.

“Get down,” he said. “On your back.”

Her heart pounded as she lay on the ground. He knew what he wanted. What she needed. She spread her legs for him.

He moaned, which only made her throb harder. Then he was on top of her, his knees beside her hips.

“You don’t need these.” He ripped off her pants, then her shirt. She was bare before him, but somehow she felt no urge to cover herself.

“Yes,” he whispered, running a finger from her breast to her inner thigh. “This is what I’ve been waiting for.”

He kissed her neck, hard and insistent. Baring his teeth, he raked them across her flesh.

“Not that,” he said. “Not yet. You’ll be mine soon enough.”

Lia’s brain was clouded, but she saw something through the fog. Another white wolf, watching her. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to go, was it?

“What about Ronan?” she asked.

Kane bent low over her ear. “I don’t want to share.”

He put his weight on her, his cock pressing against her flesh. It was so hard, so hot, just like the rest of him. He was pure muscle, and having him on top of her made it hard to think of anything else. He licked her hardening nipple and the sensation swept all thoughts away.

The touch of his fingers on her skin was electric. They were calloused from years of hard use, but they brushed so softly against her. He traced her collarbone, her hips, the swell of her thigh. Lia arched her back, pressing against him. She wanted him to take her. She was his.

Kane ran his hand between her legs, parting her thighs, and she opened for him. His cock was so large, so thick, but she was too eager to be scared. She wanted him to enter her, to fill her, to own her.

His tip was white hot, like a brand. He placed it to her opening, then plunged in. She was so slick, so ready for him that it didn’t hurt at all. He was filling her, stretching her, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted more. She wanted all of him.

Lia wrapped her legs around his ass, pulling him closer. He thrust obediently, burying his cock so deep that she couldn’t breathe. But she needed him more than she needed air. She had been missing him all her life, and they needed to make up for lost time.

Kane pressed his face into her neck, his breath hot on her throat. He had her pinned with the weight of him, like prey finally caught by the hunter. Yet it was really she who had captured him, for she could enthrall him with the angle of her hips, make him thrust harder with a single moan. If she was his, then he was surely hers.

He growled as he pounded into her. His thrusts became wild as he drove into her with pure abandon. Kane was losing control, but so was Lia. Throwing her head back, she let him ravish her. He had lit a fire in her veins and it was rolling through her, scorching as it passed. There was no part of her that would be untouched by his burning lust. He possessed her to the core.

She was overwhelmed by his fire, his tremendous heat. He had set her ablaze, and nothing could quench the flames. She let out a keening cry as she gave into the spasms that rocked through her.

Kane slammed into her, letting out a guttural groan. He put a hand on her throat, the pressure light, but enough to prove that he owned her. He looked into her eyes as he came, driving into her until he had emptied himself. At last he collapsed on top of her, breathing hard, his back glistening with sweat.

“You will be my mate,” he whispered in her ear. “You are mine.”

***

Ronan emerged from the den to find Kane and Lia gone. He swore. This was Kane’s doing, it was always Kane. Couldn’t he keep himself in line for fifteen minutes?

He shifted, catching the scent of Kane’s wolf. Kane had shifted, then. And Lia had ridden him. The thought made his hackles rise.

There were other scents mixed in with the two of them, excitement and something he dared not name. But Kane had taken her. That’s what he had to remember. Kane had taken Lia, and Ronan had to save her.

He ran through the forest, his thoughts racing along. What was Kane doing to Lia? If his brother hurt her, Ronan would never forgive him. Or himself. He forgot all about what Flint had said, invaders and tracks and scents. This was far more important.

In the distance, he heard Lia cry out. He snarled, pushing himself to go faster. Kane was hurting her. Ronan had to protect her. The sounds of the forest faded. He strained for any hint of Lia.

If she would just hold on. He was almost there.

He broke through the trees and found them. Lia looked up at him, startled. Her hair was disheveled, and the smell of sex hung in the air. Kane’s hand was draped over Lia’s hip, claiming her as his own.

That was it. He was going to kill him.

With a howl of rage, Ronan lunged for Kane’s throat.

Out Now:

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

About the Author:

Born on Halloween, Lily Thorn may have been destined to write about werewolves and witches. She enjoys reading, baking, and taking long walks on the beach with packs of alpha males (though her husband generally discourages this).

Find her online at
http://lilythorn.wordpress.com

Sign up for
Lily’s newsletter
so you never miss a sale or a new release:
http://eepurl.com/741JD

You can find all of Lily’s books on Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/author/lilythorn

Sasha’s Storm

Triple Threat

Misha Carver

Prologue

It all started so simply, really. What started as a normal day wound up complicated in so many ways. I didn’t even see it coming. Before I knew it my whole world turned upside down and there wasn’t a thing I could do about it but smile and look pretty.

That’s what happens in this business, you do what they tell you, even if it means disrupting your life and risking it all. Sometimes though, you just have to take the bull by the horns and do it. After all you only life once.

Chapter 1

I bowed as the audience cheered before running off the stage for a costume change and cold drink of water. The sweat was pouring off my body from the heat of the lighting and the vigor of our dance moves. I was glad this tour was almost over. I loved the fans, but touring was another thing altogether.

Waking up in a hotel room in one city, and traveling to another by nightfall became old very fast. I remember when I dreamed of this. After living it for a few years, I realized that a huge price came with the fame and fortune I worked so hard for.

“Goddammit,” I said as I tried to get my costume over my head. “I can’t get it on. I’m too fat.”

“It’s because your body is soaked. Here, I’ll help,” one of the assistants said as she tugged and pulled. I’d gotten used to people seeing me change over the years, and to being forced into whatever outfit waited offstage for me to wear next.

“Doesn’t anyone ever wash these things?” I yelled. “I stink.” I grabbed a can of febreeze and started spraying the ornately decorated fabric down while everyone watched in horror. “You’ll ruin the fabric,” one said quietly as she watched.

“I don’t care. I’m not going out there smelling like a dog. Now why are you all standing around? We have another set in five minutes.” I stared at them in disbelief while they all continued to stand there looking at me. “Well, get to it.” Clearly they weren’t getting the hint. “Now,” I yelled.

Suddenly there was action in the room, which brought a smile to my face. I hated a staff that didn’t work as hard as I did. I didn’t hire them and bring them all around the world for them to stand in a room gossiping and looking off into space. Caleb, my husband, stood off in the corner laughing. He loved it when I took charge.

After I sprayed myself down with my favorite perfume and adjusted the girls to spill over the cups of my tiny costume perfectly, he walked over to me. “Why don’t you take your own advice, and get out there?” he said as he kissed me once for good luck.

I turned and ran back to the stage. The rush of the screaming and crying of the audience never ceased to amaze me. It still shocked me that people even bought my records, let alone came out to see me. But the record company had built my image, and it was anything but who I really was. My image was just a shell of a person that didn’t exist, and somewhere along the way, I got lost.

“Hey Zimbabwe,” I said into my head mic. Everybody screamed and started waving their hands high in the air. “Did you ever fall in love with someone who didn’t love you back?” They roared with excitement. “It’s a hard road to go down, but sometimes you have to roll with the punches. Hit it guys.”

My dancers joined me on stage and as we rocked out to
Lost Forever.
The audience went crazy. I couldn’t see beyond the third row from where I stood. But everyone I could see was dancing and singing along as they cried.

What the hell?
I thought when an extra dancer suddenly joined us up there. My eyes darted back and forth to my security team on either sides of the stage while I kept singing and dancing.

My game was off, but I tried not to show it. Finally, one of my dancers grabbed the fan as he reached out to touch me, while I moved away. One of my security people then helped the dancer get the guy off stage so the police could arrest him.

Who are these people?
I thought. I hire a security team to keep me safe and my dancers wind up doing their job. Not only that, but it seems like the fans get just a little bit more deranged every year. I made it through the set before we darted off stage for another costume change.

“What the hell was that?” I yelled as soon as we were all safely backstage.

“Sasha, I’m sorry. I should have seen that,” Nash, my head of security, said as he put his hand on my shoulder. “Nothing like that will ever happen again.”

“You’re damn right it won’t because you’re fired. Get your shit and get out of here.”

“You’re firing me in the middle of a tour? Have you lost your mind?”

“Yes. I mean yes, I’m firing in the middle of a tour. You can fly home coach for all I fucking care. Your free ride ends now. And no, I haven’t lost my mind. When a dancer has to do your job, it means you aren’t capable. Get your stuff and get the hell out.”

“In the middle of the show? Seriously?”

“Yes. Rafe here will take over your position for the rest of the show, and I’ll have my people hire someone tomorrow. Now get lost. I’ll have someone send you your final paycheck in a couple of weeks.”

I’d long got over getting attached to my staff. They almost always had to go sooner or later for one reason or another. Sometimes they leaked information to the press, and other times they didn’t perform their duties. It was easier to cut them out of the circle if I didn’t have any emotional ties.

“Sasha,” my manager Erica squealed as she came running into to the room. She stopped short and turned to watch Nash storming out. “What’s with him?” she asked.

“He’s a little pissed because I cut him lose,” I said as I squeezed myself into the next costume.

“In the middle of a tour, girl? You’re crazy.”

“Letting a fan make it all the way up on the stage is fucking crazy. That’s why he got the boot. Now what the hell do you want? I don’t have all day here.”

“Cut the attitude with me. I know who you are and where you came from, and I can bring you back down in a heartbeat. Don’t forget that. I just came in here to tell you that I just got word that Prince Jonathon of Sitanisburg is in the audience tonight.”

“Sitanis what? And why do I care?”

“Sitanisburg, it’s a country in Europe. Anyway, he’s here to watch your show. That’s big, Sasha.”

“I’ve had royalty at my shows before, and I’ll guarantee you they were from more well-known countries than Shitanisburg.”

“Sitanisburg,” she said as she put her hands on her hips and glared at me.

“Whatever,” I said as I ran back out on stage.

Even though I enjoyed annoying the hell out of her, I knew what I had to do. Obviously the prince had asked her to mention his presence to me so I could announce it and give him some of my glory. I hated it when people more famous than me did that.

I thought fast and came up with a way to work it in. “I understand we have a very special guest in the audience tonight,” I said. “Some little girls dream of growing up to become an actress or a dancer. Some dream of growing up to become singers. Others have even bigger dreams of being a princess. If you’ve ever dreamed of rubbing shoulders with royalty, you’ve been doing it here all night. The world’s most eligible bachelor, Prince Jonathon of Sitanisburg, is with us tonight. Come on up here and dance with me, Jonathon.”

As soon as I said it, I hoped he really was a bachelor. My manager hadn’t said it, but I was trying to think of things to say on the fly that would drive the crowd into a frenzy. All of the girls went wild and tried to tear at him while his bodyguards helped him up to the stage.

I half expected him to walk up wearing a robe and crown, or even a military uniform. Instead he wore a black suit with a red tie. My band broke into
What Dreams are Made Of
while he twirled me around the stage.

Although I’d had royalty at my performances before, it was the first time I’d invited one of them up on stage. While we were dancing for a few seconds I somehow got swept up in the song and the excitement of the crowd.

I forgot who I was, where I was, and more than anything I forgot Caleb. When the prince leaned his head down and placed his soft lips over mine, I kissed him back, missing a few lines of the song.

I managed to bring myself back to reality just as he swept me off my feet. He literally swept me off my feet…lifted me up in the air and twirled me around. I felt like a fairy princess flying above the crowd. But, like everything else that goes up, I had to come down.