"Y-yes," she whispered. Suddenly she felt like a deer caught in headlights. She was utterly captivated by him. His scent, his body, his voice, all of them pulled her towards him as if they were two polarized magnets, irresistibly drawn together.
"Tell John he's leaving and not to come back around here again." His hands grabbed her naked hips and brought her flush against his body. She moaned at the feel of all his hard strength and whimpered at the unmistakable hardness of his cock.
Somehow she tore her gaze away to see John come to a stand, his legs a little unsteady. "I'm so sorry, John. Please go." He looked at her, his lips in a flat line then looked at Rome with a wounded expression before turning to leave. Alison wanted to cry out to him, she felt so awful for everything, but she couldn't because Rome picked her up and was taking her into the house. Oh my God, she thought her mind buzzing. I'm going to have sex with Rome Kategan.
Chapter 6
Rome couldn't think straight over the roar of blood in his ears. His cock was harder than it'd been in his life.
He'd received a call from the guards that Alison was having a visitor over, a male visitor. Rome had watched curiously, and more than a little angry, as the thin man knocked on Alison's door. But after he saw her launch herself at him completely naked, he knew two things. One, that he was going to kill this man and two, something was wrong. The shy, modest Alison would not fling herself naked at a man in public without reason.
That's the reason he gave himself for marching over to her cabin and planting his fist into the thin man's face. The scent of her breeding heat hit him like a punch to the gut, had his heart knocking against his ribs with a hard staccato rhythm. She smelled ripe and fresh like pure woman and honey. God, he'd never smelled anything so good.
He didn't feel like he was all there in his head. He felt overcome with lust and desire, feelings he'd already harbored in abundance for her. Looking down at the wiggling vixen in his arms, Rome knew he was going to take her good and hard.
Something stopped him though from just shoving in her like he wanted to, like she wanted to judge by her soft, needy eyes. "Alison, tell me you want me. Tell me you want this." He hated that he sounded like he was begging, but damn he couldn't help it. She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, the movement lifting her closer to his lips.
"I've only wanted you."
Her soft words hit him like a sledgehammer to the head. His cock throbbed painfully and his sac drew up tight to his body. Before he realized what he was doing, he was kissing her. It was all tongues, lips, and breaths mixing together struggling for dominance. He put her down on the rug before the unlit fireplace and followed her down. He pulled back from her lips to look down at her naked body.
"Beautiful." His guttural complement sent a shudder through her body. Her head fell back, exposing the long line of her throat and he followed the path with his mouth pressing hot kisses there then sucking the skin when she gasped. His hands found her breasts and squeezed.
Good God, they were large and full, filling his big hands. He wanted to go slowly, learn her body, and let her learn his, but she would have none of that. He didn't know whether it was her breeding cycle or if this eagerness was usual for her, but her hands found the button and zipper of his pants and undid both of them.
She pulled out his cock and squeezed the hard steel making him groan and curse harshly. Grabbing her wrists in his hand, he planted her arms above her head. She looked like a virgin sacrifice and he wanted nothing more than to take her ripe offering.
"Slow," he said.
Her hooded eyes met his and she shook her head no. "Hard, fast, now." He was ready to tell her no, when suddenly she wrapped her arms around him and with surprising strength rolled them over until he was on his back and she was on top.
"Just wait," he growled.
She didn't.
She lifted her lips, nudged his cock to the hot throbbing heat of her sex, and sunk home. Moaning wildly, she lifted and sank further and further until she fit as much of him into her as she could.
Rome stopped complaining, stopped thinking altogether. His hand and mouth found her breasts, sucked, and squeezed as her tight flesh gripped and massaged his cock like a wet fist. She was so passionate above him, like a sexual goddess straddling his cock, finding a rhythm that had her panting, and crying out.
He pinched her nipple and lifted his hips higher, driving his cock deeper into her and she froze above him, her mouth open in a silent scream as her body broke into hard, trembling shudders. Her climax was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. Her eyes were wide open with shock as is she was experience her first orgasm, her chest was flushed red with excitement, and her sex gripped him repeatedly, stroking his own orgasm from him.
He grabbed her hips in his strong hands and lifted her so he could plunge into her quivering core. The fading strokes of her orgasm pulled at him, squeezed him, until he grunted, slammed in one last time and came harder than he'd ever come before. She moaned and wiggled above him as his come soothed her throbbing womb.
Alison collapsed on top of Rome and fought to catch her breath against the rise and fall of his big chest. She felt like a doll resting on his chest. A wave of calm, warm, security wrapped over her like a blanket. She settled into that warmth with a smile.
Warm hands trailed down the naked expanse of her back and up into her hair. It felt so good to be touched again, touched like she mattered, like she was wanted.
She had been touched like that once before. Alison jerked away, stumbled to a stand on unsteady knees. Rome smiled lazily at her like a naughty god wanting to be punished for his wicked ways.
Alison swallowed hard, squeezing her eyes shut at the layers of hard muscle contouring his arms, chest, and legs. Not again. Cold fear flowed through her veins like icy water.
"Get out," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She managed to open her eyes again with a strength she didn't actually feel. Rome's smile was gone, the happy crinkle at his eyes gone, and in its place was a cold mask of indifference or maybe anger. She couldn't tell which, but she hated even more that she had made him lose that smile. Why did she have to be so fucked up? If only her choices in life had been different and then she met Rome, maybe she would be different.
But she wasn't. "Please get out."
Rome stood, his jaw tight, and jerked on his clothes. When he finished he spoke. "You shouldn't be alone during your breeding cycle. I will take care of you with no obligations, Alison." As he spoke he crossed to her, for each step he took, she retreated until finally he had her backed up against the wall.
He reached out and ran his hand over her cheek and into her hair. He stared into her eyes with a soft glow that spoke of understanding, knowing, caring.
"I know you don't know me, but I am a good male. I can protect you, if you let me." Alison shivered at his words and wondered if he meant to protect her from more than her breeding cycle.
Was he offering long-term protection? Did he care for her? Did he feel this magnetic pull like she did? A part of her yearned to cave in to his words and let his strong arms close around her and protect her. But she knew better than that, had lived the harshness of a cruel man. A man she'd trusted, a man she'd loved.
"I can't, I'm sorry. Please just go." She hated the way her voice broke over the words. She closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to see his face. She grew colder as he moved away from her. A slight trembling began in her stomach and threatened to spread but she clamped down hard and fought it.