Fantasy Knights 2: Endless Love Page 8

  Her eyes flew open in panic. She stiffened. She could actually feel his seed shooting deep inside her. She could feel it, which meant he wasn’t wearing a condom! She sucked in a breath, stunned by the implications of unprotected sex with a man who shot jet after jet of semen inside her.

  She pushed against his thighs, trying to force him out of her. “Aleksander!”

  He slipped an arm around her waist and kept her firmly impaled on his cock as he continued to shoot cum into her pussy. Still feeding on her, he whispered into her mind in a soft, calming voice. “There’s no need to fear, my beautiful sheenea. I can neither get you pregnant nor give you something only a corporeal individual can catch—a sexually transmitted disease.”

  Relieved, she relaxed against him. Closing her eyes, she sighed, enjoying the now-tiny eruptions in her.

  Her eyes flew open again when he lowered them to the floor.

  He hadn’t just been holding her off the floor. They’d both been hovering above the floor!

  “Aleksander…”

  “It’s all right, my one.” He peppered her neck with soft kisses and eased his cock out of her pussy.

  She suppressed a moan of protest at the deprivation of his shaft.

  He turned her to face him.

  She slumped against the door to stare up at him.

  He stepped back and returned her stare.

  She allowed her gaze to roam over him. He had a perfect body. His shoulders were wide. A delicious sprinkling of dark blond hair covered his massive chest. His hips were narrow, his legs long, and his thighs muscular. His still-erect cock with a big dark pink head jutted in front of his body.

  She moistened her lips, unable to tear her gaze away from his cock. It was big, thick, and glistening with their combined bodily fluids and cum. How had she managed to take all of him inside her without even a trace of discomfort?

  He tilted his head. “Does my nude body please you?”

  She blushed and then frowned. When had he undressed? “Aleksander?”

  He stroked a hand down her body over her breasts and belly to cup her pussy. “Does this body please you?”

  Lord, what a question.

  “Does it?”

  She nodded and forced herself to look into his eyes instead of at his cock. Recalling that he had bit her, she felt the side of her neck. Her fingers encountered two small puncture marks in her skin.

  She pulled her hand away, staring at her fingers. Her fingers bore traces of blood. Surely she should fear him. Yet she didn’t. “You bit me.”

  “I had to. Did I hurt you?”

  “No.” She dropped her hand. “But…what are you?”

  “I am a male who adores you…one who lives for one reason only—to strive and struggle to earn your love and devotion as you have mine.”

  His words sent a sweet rush of satisfaction through her. She smiled and turned her lips against his palm.

  “Did this body please you, sheenea?”

  “This body? That’s a strange way of speaking about your body, Aleksander.”

  “Is it?”

  “Yes. You make it sound as if it’s not a part of you.”

  “Were you pleased by what we shared, sheenea?” He took her hand and placed it on his cock. “Did you enjoy having my dick in your pussy? Was it big or hard enough to fill your pussy as you liked?”

  Her cheeks burned at the memory of sobbing as the luscious orgasm crashed over her. “I…we…yes. Of course you pleased me. But I have a feeling you already know that.”

  He sighed. “What I think I know and what you tell me are two different things.” He slipped two fingers inside her. “You’re still very wet…and full of my seed.”

  Still greedy for him, she fucked herself along his fingers with a complete lack of shame.

  He stroked his thumb over her clit. “Do you like my dick?”

  “I’m not sure,” she told him, her cheeks burning. She tightened her fingers around his shaft, enjoying the knowledge that her juices coated it. “Put it back inside me so I can decide.”

  He stared at her in silence.

  She leaned against the door, parting her legs. “Fuck me again?”

  He bent his head to brush his lips against her nipples. “Don’t tempt me to take you again, sheenea, or I’ll forget my good intentions.”

  She smiled and licked her lips in a suggestive manner. “At the moment, I have very little interest in good intentions. I’m feeling very uninhibited. Want to join me in a wanton journey to Pleasureville?”

  He lifted his head from her breasts and licked the side of her neck.

  She trembled. Was he going to bite her again?

  He lifted his head to stare down into her eyes. “Would you like me to?”

  She slipped her arms around him, resting her hands against his ass. “You can do anything to me that you want…anything.”

  A slow smile spread across his face, and a clash of thunder sounded in the distance. He rubbed his body against hers.

  Her muscles clenched at the feel of his hard cock.

  “And what if I tell you I require a show of submission from you before I fuck you again?”

  She shuddered with anticipation. “Such as?”

  He reached behind her and slapped her ass cheeks so hard, she gasped and pushed against his shoulders.

  He stared down at her, baring his incisors. “Are you rejecting me?”

  “No!”

  “Then don’t push me away.”

  She dropped her hands to her side, confused by his sudden mood change. “Aleksander?”

  He pinched her stinging ass cheeks, bent his head, and shot his erect cock up into her pussy with one swift thrust.

  She gasped and instinctively wound her arms around his neck as he suddenly propelled them both off their feet. She bit her lip and stared down. They hovered several inches above the carpet.

  He slid his palms down her body to cup her ass. “Wrap your legs around me.”

  She obeyed.

  “Tilt your head.”

  She bit her lip. Should she? What if he got carried away drinking her blood? What if—

  He slapped her ass. “Tilt your head now.”

  “Please talk to me, Aleksander. Tell me I don’t need to fear you.”

  “Why should I waste any of our precious time together telling you what you should already know? Obey me. Tilt your head.”

  Responding to such masculine arrogance should have been out of the question. But she closed her eyes and tilted her head.

  He gently caressed her still-stinging ass cheeks. “Savor your reward for such sweet obedience, my lovely, adored one. My only one.”

  His only one. She smiled.

  He withdrew all but the head of himself from her. “Give me what’s mine. Give me your pussy, sheenea.”

  She mindlessly pushed her hips down, which forced his cock back up into her body. Oh…God…yes.

  He sank his incisors into the side of her neck and eased his thick cock in and out of her with a slow, sweet heat that set her pussy on fire.

  She rested her head against him, enjoying the delicious feeling of having her pussy stretched over his shaft. “I ache to have you fuck me again.”

  “I want more than your delectable body. I won’t settle for any less than having complete possession of your heart, mind, and soul. I’ve waited too long to share you with anyone else.”

  He fucked her with a slow but relentless passion that not only kept her physically aroused, but also touched her deepest emotions. With each upward movement of his cock, she felt as if he claimed another inch of her heart. Within minutes, her moans filled the room as she wildly ground her groin against his. Her climax was so close. It would only take a few more thrusts to make her explode.

  He suddenly parted her ass cheeks with one hand.

  She tightened her arms around his neck when his finger rimmed her tight hole.

  Her eyelids flew up, and she gasped and blew apart as he drove his cock up into her
pussy while he slid his finger up her ass.

  Still ingesting her blood, he eased a second finger into her rear and jettisoned stream after stream of cum into her pussy.

  She moaned. “Oh, yes. Yes. Come in me… Fill me with your seed, my handsome, darling Storm.”

  “At last you remember.” He shuddered against her and shot several more spurts into her.

  She cupped her hands over the back of his head, happy and content. Storm, my love…my one. She tightened her pussy around his cock.

  He groaned and blasted another jet of seed into her.

  She smiled. “Oh, Storm, I can feel your cum trickling down my thigh,” she told him.

  He eased his fingers out of her ass and removed his incisors from her neck. He drifted down to the floor, keeping her impaled on his cock.

  She opened her eyes and smiled up at him, still lost in an ecstatic afterglow.

  He eased her off his cock and gently set her on his feet.

  She leaned against the door, her legs trembling.

  He stared down at her, his eyes glowing. “You remember?”

  She blinked up at him, confused. “Remember what?”

  “You called me Storm.”

  “I did? Are you sure?”

  “Yes, Tanginika, I’m sure.”

  “I wish you’d call me Erin.”

  He narrowed his gaze but remained silent.

  “Why would I call you Storm, Aleksander?”

  Several flashes of lightning filled the room.

  “So you don’t remember?”

  She sighed. “What we just shared was very special. Do we have to ruin it by endless discussions?”

  “How can it be special when you can’t remember why it was special, Erin?”

  “Aleksander—”

  He shook his head and stepped away from her. “I want you to remember how you feel now with me—when you’re with him.”

  His words conjured up painful memories. She stared at his chest to avoid looking into his eyes or at the erect cock just inches from her fingers…her body…her pussy. “How can I be with him?”

  He pressed his cheek against hers. “Go to the party. Wear your bikini. Entice and enchant him as you’ve done me.” He straightened and stared at her, his gaze cold.

  She blinked at him. “Are you capable of saying anything that doesn’t totally confuse me even as it enthralls me?”

  He lifted her chin, a smile spreading across his face. “That question gives me enough hope and confidence to allow you to say good-bye. Go to the party.”

  “You want me to go to the party?”

  “Yes.”

  Then what they had just shared hadn’t touched him in the same manner it had her, or he wouldn’t encourage her to leave him. “It’s a swingers’ party.”

  “So?”

  “So there’ll probably be nudity and God only knows what else going on.”

  “And?”

  “And you still want me to go?”

  “Want? If I had my way, I’d bind you to me and never let you go.”

  “And yet you keep urging me to go to a party where men will expect the attending women to be…available to swing with them.”

  “You need to go to the party.”

  “Why? Will you be there?”

  “No.”

  She sighed. “Speak to me, Aleksander…verbally. If you won’t be there, why do you want me to go?”

  “He’ll be there.”

  Her heart raced. “He will?”

  “Yes.” He caressed her cheek. “Go say good-bye and then come back to me.”

  Suddenly the idea of seeing him again after having shared such a physically and emotionally rewarding interlude with Aleksander added to her confusion. What would she feel for him after having had Aleksander touch her so deeply? Would her memories of him crystallize once they met again? Would her hunger for Aleksander dissolve? Or would she want them both? Could she have them both?

  His eyes blazed, and he bared his incisors. “No. You can’t!”

  Under his anger, she sensed a hint of hurt. She shrugged. “Why not?”

  “Because for you, he no longer exists outside of your thoughts and memory.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “You will.” He caressed her cheek. “When you’ve seen him again, I’ll be waiting for you, my one. Don’t forget me when you’re with him. Don’t doubt what you mean to me or the level and depth of my feelings. My need and devotion for you is unswerving. Don’t forget that I have endured more than you can possibly imagine for the opportunity to see you again. Don’t forget that you’re the reason I exist.”

  The reason he existed? “That’s…those are strong sentiments, Alek.”

  “My feelings for you are strong. Do not betray me.”

  “I…I…”

  He shook his head. “Now, you should get ready to go…before I change my mind and…”

  How could she long to see another man with Aleksander filling her thoughts and heart with such sweet words? “Wait a minute. I’m not sure I’m ready for this.”

  “Neither am I, but I don’t want to share you with memories of him. Go. Get him out of your system.”

  She closed her eyes. “I don’t know if that’s possible, or even if I want to get him out of my system.”

  “Are you saying you don’t want me, sheenea?”

  “No, but—”

  “You can’t have us both. You have to choose.”

  She sucked in a breath and opened her eyes. “Then I think I choose you.”

  He caressed her cheek. “Let’s make sure. Go.”

  She stroked her fingers over his chest. “Sometimes I almost remember and sometimes…most of the time I’m not sure I’m not nuts thinking I’ve lived before, Aleksander.”

  He hugged her. “You need to say good-bye. When you have…you and I can discuss our future together.” “Don’t forget me, my sheenea.”

  Erin closed her eyes and extended her hand. “Aleksander, I think…” She frowned. She could no longer feel his big, sculpted body pressing against hers. “Aleksander?”

  There was no response.

  Chapter Eight

  She opened her eyes and gasped. Instead of standing naked and shameless in her apartment waiting to be ravished again by Aleksander, she stood in a large backyard in the scandalous string bikini a woman with her curves had no business wearing.

  She cast a quick look around. She was at the pool party with no knowledge of how she’d arrived.

  There was no sign of Aleksander among the many scantily clad people gathered around her. A number of the women were topless. Some wore only skimpy thongs. A few were completely nude. Although none of the men present were naked, most wore swimming trunks so brief they would have caused a series of traffic accidents on a busy street.

  “Glad you came?”

  Erin tore her gaze away from a barely covered ebony hunk to look at Erica. The pretty mauve one-piece swimsuit Erica wore complemented her dark skin. Her breasts were completely covered, and a short skirt effectively hid the contours of her nicely rounded bottom.

  To cover her confusion, Erin arched a brow. “A little overdressed, aren’t you?”

  Erica gave her what each sister called the other twin’s cheeky grin. She slipped her arm through the arm of the tall, well-built Terrale, who stood at her side. “I’ve already landed the most gorgeous man alive, so there’s no need to advertise my intimate charms. Since you’ve refused to give Aleksander any encouragement, you need to be barely dressed so all the available males can easily see all the beauty vested in the body of a voluptuous, beautiful black woman.”

  She’d given Aleksander plenty of encouragement. After all, he’d fucked her twice without protection. She frowned. At least she thought she had. Memories of how deeply he had touched her mind, body, and soul were too “real” to have been a product of her imagination. Besides, she could almost still feel him pulsing and stroking inside her…making her come all over him.

/>   She wasn’t sure when she’d given herself to Aleksander, but she definitely had.

  “Nika?”

  Forcing herself to concentrate on the present, she gave Erica a quick smile before she glanced at Terrale.

  He shrugged and gave her one of his I-know-she’s-a-little-nuts-but-what-can-I-do?-I-love-her looks.

  Erin smiled. After a two-year engagement, Erica and Terrale would be married in less than five months. While happy for Erica, Erin struggled to contain a hint of envy. She feared she might never be able to fully give her heart and love to another man. She was also afraid she was losing her mind. First her uncertain memories of a long-lost love, and now her “certainty” that she and Aleksander had probably had sex.

  Erica arched a brow. “So, here’s the plan, Erin. Terrale and I will be chaperones while you just run wild among the men, girl.”

  “Me?” Even as the thought of running wild intrigued her, Erin shook her head. “You’re usually the one who runs wild.” But she was the one who’d had sex against the door with a handsome, well-hung stud she knew nothing about, and loved every second of it.

  Erica grinned. “That was before I met and fell so hard for Terrale. Now, as the still-single twin, it’s time for you to run a little wild. Hell girl, go hog wild.”

  “I don’t—”

  Erica tilted her head. “Now that you’re here, can’t we agree that you might as well enjoy yourself, Nika?”

  On the point of disagreeing, Erin recalled that Aleksander had insisted she attend the party. She nodded, eager to erase the worried look from Erica’s dark eyes. She squeezed Erica’s hand. “Don’t worry. I have a feeling that after today everything is going to work out just fine for me.”

  Erica sighed. “That would make me very happy.”

  “I know. Now.” She released a slow breath. “Let’s get this party started.”

  Erica’s smile returned. She pumped her hand in the air. “That’s what I’m talking about, girl. Go get them.”

  According to Aleksander, he was supposed to be in attendance. Erin allowed her gaze to roam over the people assembled round the pool. None of the attractive men present stirred any of her deeper emotions. Surely she would know him when she saw him again.

  She glanced at the pool. The water looked inviting. After a swim, she’d decide how she’d need to go about finding him. Moving toward the pool, she was aware of several male heads turning in her direction. Perhaps Erica had been right about the bikini. She climbed into the pool and sank beneath its cool, inviting depths.