Possess Me (8 page)

He ate at her mouth, biting at her lips, then soothing the pain with tender licks. She felt him tug her dress down once more, willingly lifting her bottom off the chair long enough for him to sweep it away completely, along with her brand-new pair of pink lace underwear.

Her inhibitions seemed to shed along with her clothes. His taste, the feel of his smooth skin burning beneath her hands was addictive. She needed more.

Allegra wrapped both her legs around his waist and pulled him closer. Her blood raced through her veins at the contact.
This.
This was what she needed, what she had laid awake dreaming of night after night. She pressed closer, kissing his delicious lips with all the pent-up passion stored inside her.

He growled, pulling back as he stood with her in his arms. “Knew you’d be like this. Knew you had a fire to match ours. You couldn’t hide it from me.”

He walked across the spacious living room toward the large platform bed against the wall. Allegra held on tight. “Rousseau thought you a hothouse flower, delicate and fragile. He didn’t think you’d be able to take what we wanted to give you. All the depraved and wicked things we wanted to do to you. We showed him your fantasies, your willingness to . . . experiment.”

He stopped, looking down at her with a surprisingly uncertain expression. “But was he right after all,
cher
? Should I turn Benjamin away, and cover you with rose petals? Should I grope you carefully in the dark beneath the covers? Is that what you want? Tell me now.”

She didn’t hesitate. “No. That’s not what I want.”

“Then what?” He moved forward again until his knees hit the side of the bed, his gaze alert as he studied her. She could see the Loa, but she was starting to see Rousseau in there as well. Two distinct entities, both waiting to hear her answer.

She meant to sound confident, sure, but her voice came out in a whisper. “All the depraved and wicked things you want to do.”

She heard Ben groan behind them. “Good girl, Legs.” He dropped a handful of condoms, a small bottle of lubricant, and what looked like a wooden bowl of dark liquid on the bedside table. Her eyebrows rose.

Rousseau’s golden eyes sparkled. “No, Benjamin.
Bad girl
. Just the kind we like.” Without warning, he tossed her on the bed.

Allegra laughed, a carefree, joyous sound that she’d almost forgotten. This was what she wanted. No pity, no careful touches.
This
. Fun and fire and passion.

Ben and Rousseau stood over her, neither man hiding the hungry gleam in his eyes. If their arousal was even half of what the sight of them side by side was doing to her, she didn’t know how they were still standing.

Darkness and light, the two were opposite sides of the same heart-stopping coin. Ben with his blond, all-American good looks, and Rousseau, exotic, erotic, and irresistible. The only thing they had in common was the approval in their eyes as they studied her naked body on the bed.

She slid her legs against the cool sheets like a contented feline, loving the freedom of motion, loving how their attention followed her every move. Her hands caressed her thighs, uncaring of the small ridges scattered over her skin. The ones she’d been so insecure about earlier.

It was impossible to ignore their admiration, their desire. Her scars didn’t bother them at all. And suddenly, they didn’t bother her either. Instead, they were proof of life. Of survival.

“That’s right,
cher.
You are a warrior woman.” The harsh voice growled in Rousseau’s throat. “In my world, you could be queen.” He motioned to Ben, who’d unbuttoned his linen shirt, revealing broad shoulders and a well-defined chest. “We will not share her this first time. You may watch.”

Ben held up his hands and stepped back. “With pleasure, BD. You know how I love to watch. As long as there
is
a next time.” He winked at Allegra, disappearing from her line of sight as Rousseau leaned over her body, his hands landing on either side of her head, his hair hiding them behind a sweet-smelling curtain.

Allegra licked her lips, loving the weight of him against her, his cock hard against her thigh. He bit her chin. “I don’t think any of the others we’ve had have ever felt as right as you do,
cher
. There is something special about you.”

She narrowed her eyes, surprising herself by lifting her head and biting his jaw in return. “Note to Bone Daddy, mentioning other women is not high up on my list of exciting foreplay options.”

He purred, his eyes flashing. “Oh, I like you, little one. We’ve never told anyone what we are, other than Ben. It’s very liberating, this honesty. I don’t know why we’ve never tried it before. Shall I tell you what Rousseau thought of the very first time he saw you?” He smiled. “No. Perhaps I should just show you instead.”

He slid down her body, his breath hot against her nipples, the soft curve of her belly. “Freckles. You have freckles everywhere,
cher
. They are distracting.” He stopped to lick a small patch of them clustered on her hip, making deep sounds of pleasure.

“You, ah, you really do like freckles then? Oh, that feels . . .
mmm
.”

“Like cinnamon sprinkled over your body. They taste just as sweet to me. Rousseau never understood my fascination. But he does now.”

His lips glided along her hip to her thigh, his fingers coming up to tangle in the wet red curls of her sex. Her body curved toward him, already attuned to his touch. Burning for more.

He smiled against her skin. “Good. You aren’t shaved. So many women are these days. Strange fashion trend.”

He tugged and Allegra felt her clit pulse in response. “This is what Rousseau thought about. He wanted to fall to his knees and press his face between your thighs. Wanted to lift your legs over his shoulders and drink you down until he was drowning in your honeyed juices. He was hungry for you,
cher
. I’ve never felt that kind of hunger inside him.”

He lifted her legs over his shoulders, kneeling on the floor beside the bed, and sighed. “She’s so wet. So pretty and pink and wet.”

“She’s beautiful.”

Allegra’s body jerked as she looked over Rousseau’s shoulder to catch Ben’s avid gaze. His blond hair fell over his glittering eyes as he watched them together. She’d almost forgotten he was there, that he could see everything.

It didn’t make her as nervous as she thought it would. Instead, a rush of excitement shivered through her body at the thought of Rousseau taking her, claiming her in front of him. And another part of her, apparently more debauched than she’d realized, was hoping that
he’d
get another chance to touch her as well.

Bone Daddy tugged on her pubic curls again, a little harder this time. “I must be boring you if that pale empath can take your attention away from me. I think I’ll have to do something about that.”

His fingers spread the lips of her sex open, his tongue exploring her newly exposed flesh.

“Oh!
Yes
.” Allegra’s back arched off the bed, her eyes closing in ecstasy at the sensations flooding her system. It had been so long. And it had never felt like this. She’d always believed she wasn’t an oral sex kind of girl. But she’d been wrong. Totally. Completely. Wrong.

He sucked her clit in his mouth, his tongue swirling to gather every drop of her arousal. He groaned aloud at her taste, gripping her hips to pull her closer, burying his face deeper between her thighs.

Her hands curled into fists around the fabric beneath her, and the heels of her feet dug into his back as his coarse hair scraped her thighs. His tongue thrust deep inside her core, and feral sounds of approval rumbled in his chest as her hips pumped against him, fucking his mouth.

More.
She didn’t know whose thought it was, but it repeated in her head like a mantra played to the beat of her pounding heart. Her skin was on fire, spine tingling with the power of her rising arousal.

His hands slid from her hips to the cheeks of her ass, squeezing, caressing, spreading. She was drenched with need, her sex and thighs soaked with it. Rousseau’s fingers, too, were slick and coated with her heat.

Allegra’s eyes opened wide when she felt the firm pressure of his thumbs against her ass. Without lifting his mouth from her he met her gaze, his own glowing with determination and untamed passion. He wasn’t asking for permission, he was demanding she submit.

She breathed out on a trembling sigh, and the pressure increased. She’d experimented with toys in the past, curious, but she was sure she would never allow anyone to take her there. She’d been sure of a lot of things this morning. Sure she wasn’t into threesomes, voyeurism, or pain mixed with her pleasure.

She must be under some kind of spell. Bone Daddy’s doing no doubt. How else could she explain her wicked behavior? Her sudden impatience to feel him filling her from behind?

His growl grew louder, and his thumbs pushed inside her in small, short thrusts. Fiery bursts of pleasure exploded through her body. Oh God, it was overwhelming. His mouth, his hands . . . it was too much.

Her cry was loud in the stillness of the loft. Her neck arched at an impossible angle, eyes sightless with the strength of her orgasm. She was shaking, her flesh nearly sizzling with electricity.

An irresistible urge to lift her head overtook her. She wanted to see him, to look into those golden eyes and know she’d pleased him as much as he’d pleased her.

Her vision cleared in time to witness the battle. He hadn’t stopped drinking her down, if anything he was more voracious, greedier for her taste. But his eyes were changing, flashing hazel and gold and back again. She knew instantly what was happening. Rousseau wanted out. Wanted to experience her firsthand.

Yes.
She shivered, and her hips jerked against his mouth as the waves of her climax continued to break over her. She pushed against his thumbs, loving the sharp, stinging stretch—already wanting more.

He lifted his head, his full lips shining with the evidence of her pleasure. His upper lip curled, snarled as he pushed away from her, standing to step back from the bed. Every muscle in his body tensed. His hands tightened into fists at his sides.

Allegra knew Rousseau was still struggling for control. He paced as she fought to recover from the most intense climax of her life. Her breathing slowed, body cooling as she thought about what it must be like for Rousseau, to have his choice taken away, his body used by another. What had happened? And what did his father have to do with it?

Golden eyes turned her way. “The only trouble with honesty is how inconvenient it can be. No lies, isn’t that what you said,
cher
? Benjamin, take off your clothes and get on the bed. I will tell you both a bedtime story.”

He stroked his thick cock as he watched Ben obey, coming to sit behind a nervous Allegra. She wanted to turn around, to study Ben’s bare body, wanted to lean into the heat she felt coming off of him, but she couldn’t tear her gaze away from Rousseau.

He tightened his fist around his erection, knowing he had a captive audience. “Once upon a time, there was a man who wanted to fuck. He didn’t want to fuck his adoring wife, the mother of his three children. He didn’t want to fuck the lovely little piece he had on the side. No. He wanted to fuck a woman who didn’t want him or trust him. A woman who was not swayed by his charm or beautiful features, who saw him for exactly what he was.”

He stepped closer to the bed, and Allegra couldn’t help but lower her eyes to his erection. The way he was touching himself ensnared her. She wanted to touch him that way. She heard him speak again and fought to focus on his words.

“He was a practitioner of the voodoo religion. More faithful to it than he’d ever been to any woman. He should have known better, but he asked the spirits for help. He wanted to force the object of his desire to love him. He wanted her to want him more than she wanted to live.”

Ben’s hand had been gently stroking her lower back, but it stilled at those words. “I thought that was taboo. A Loa can’t make someone do what they don’t want to do.”

Rousseau’s lush lips quirked. “Can and should, Benjamin. Two very different words. We
can
do anything. But most Loa wouldn’t poke a request like that with a stick.”

Allegra was beginning to understand. “Except for you.”

He shrugged. “I am too soft-hearted. He was a desperate man. And what he was offering in return was . . . impossible to resist.” His fist tightened around his cock, and he thrust into his own hand with a groan.

“He offered you his son.” Ben sounded disgusted at Rousseau’s father. She’d like a few minutes alone with him herself. “And he died before he could fix it.”

The laugh was distinctly Bone Daddy’s. It gave Allegra a sensual shiver. “As if he would. He laid his family out on a platter for my sampling pleasure, so I gave him what he asked for. The woman loved him well that night. Loved him as though she would die without him inside her. The next morning they found them both dead in the hotel room, she with a gun in her hand. Seems after all he went through to get his true love, the damn fool refused to leave his wife for her.”

He lifted a hand to Allegra’s forehead, pushing a strawberry curl out of her eyes. It was gentle, totally at odds with the ugly story he’d just dropped in their laps. “Don’t be sad,
cher
. Sadness doesn’t feed me. It isn’t the way to get rid of me either.”

Something in his tone narrowed Allegra’s gaze. If sadness wasn’t the way, that meant there had to be another. A way to get Rousseau out of his father’s debt to the Loa. A way to satisfy Bone Daddy. Just like the old man had said.

He sent a look of surprise her way, then his smile widened. “No more stories. You’ve had enough time to recover,
cher
. Are you ready for round two?”