Dark Possession (20 page)

She gasped, outraged. “I
always
wear feminine clothing. I have the
best
taste in clothes. I can’t believe you insulted me like that.”

Male amusement gleamed in his eyes. “I apologize,
meu amor
, if you took that the wrong way. You are always beautifully dressed. I am old-fashioned and would prefer a dress or skirt.” His hand slid up to her belly, fingers splayed wide. He rubbed in gentle circles, sliding lower, even as his voice turned husky. “Aside from showing off your beautiful body to its utmost advantage, I would be able to touch you like this so easily.”

His fingers slid lower still, found warm, welcoming moisture waiting. “I want your body available to my touch. I look at you and want to slide my palm over your skin. There is nothing like it in this world.”

His fingers slid over her cleft, making her gasp. Her thighs clenched. Her womb spasmed, and just like that she was his. Every thought of resistance was gone. His fingers stroked and teased and began an intimate exploration all over again. His rough whispers in her ear only heightened her senses and nerve endings and increased her need of him.

Morning rays of sunshine crept in through the window, and light illuminated the stark arousal etched into his face. He rolled onto his back and simply lifted her so that she straddled him. She gasped as she looked down at his erection. It seemed impossible that she could take him inside of her, but her body burned and pulsed and wept for him. He positioned her thighs on either side of his hips, pushing the broad head of his cock into her. His smile was genuine, white teeth flashing at her, black eyes gleaming with something close to joy as she settled over him.

He drove right through her tight folds until he was seated deep inside her where he belonged. He brought her hands to his shoulders so she could brace herself as he began to move, to fill her, this time slow and easy so she could feel every stroke when she was already so sensitized.

She began to move to the rhythm herself as his hands guided her to ride him in a slow, sensual slide. He stretched her slowly, steel encased in velvet, moving through the tight, clenching muscles until the friction robbed her of breath—of sanity. It was different from the wild possession of before, but no less pleasurable. And there was something decadent in sitting on him while his gaze followed the sway of her breasts and his eyes focused on her with such hot lust and appreciation.

MaryAnn was exhausted by the time Manolito left her, but the sun was high. She did recognize that it was dangerous for him to be out at such a time. Her own body was so worn, she couldn’t do more than return his kiss and wave a weak hand as he pulled the covers over her and left her alone. She barely registered his whispered command to sleep, already closing her eyes.

9

M
aryAnn woke to the feel of tears on her face and the soft sound of feminine voices on the other side of her door. She groaned and turned over, her body sore in places she hadn’t known she had.

“It was just sex,” she said aloud. “He doesn’t love you. Love matters, and he doesn’t love you.”

He might not love her, but he owned her body. She would have done anything he asked, and she hadn’t known that was possible. There were whisker burns between her thighs and on her chin. She throbbed and pulsed with need the moment she thought of him. Her breasts ached and felt heavy. There wasn’t an inch of her body he hadn’t claimed or that she hadn’t given him freely.

Her loss of control was terrifying. How could she crave his body to the point of letting him push her beyond every boundary, real or imagined, she thought she had? The only safe thing to do was leave, and it was far too late for that. She was practical, a woman who reasoned things out, and there was no reasoning this.

She sat up and wiped more tears away. She hadn’t cried this much since she was a child. A shower only added to the sensations whispering over her skin. Memories of his fingers tracing every shadow and hollow, every curve and dimple. His mouth driving her mad with cravings. “This isn’t normal,” she said to her reflection in the mirror. “It isn’t normal to want him like this and be afraid he’ll come to me and more afraid he won’t.”

Could she leave? Was it possible to go back to her life in Seattle? Manolito was still trapped between worlds; could she leave him knowing he might never make it back if she didn’t help him?

MaryAnn dressed with care, using clothes as armor, as she often did when she needed confidence and to feel in control. Manolito had told her to wear a dress, so she put on slacks and a silky top. She stood trembling, staring at herself, wanting to wear a dress because it would please him. Because he’d look at her with that look of dark hunger she’d never be able to resist. For a moment her hands went to the small shell buttons on her blouse, but she forced her hands down. She wouldn’t give in—not to herself and not to him. If she couldn’t leave him, she could at least stand up to him.

Lifting her chin, she walked out into the common room. A young woman sat curled up on a window seat, her long hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. She looked up with a hesitant smile that was not at all real, her emerald eyes watching carefully.

“You must be Jasmine. I’m MaryAnn Delaney. Did Juliette tell you I was coming?” She approached the girl slowly, her movements gentle and nonthreatening. This was why she had come in the first place, this young woman with the too-old eyes and the sorrow already etched into her face.

Jasmine smiled and held out her hand. “It’s such a pleasure to meet you at last. Juliette speaks so highly of you.”

“You reek of Carpathian male,” another voice said, the tone filled with disdain.

MaryAnn turned to face Solange. It could be no one else. She was beautiful in a wild, untamed way. She had cat’s eyes, amber, focused and wary. She prowled instead of walked, her quick restless movements graceful and agile. MaryAnn could see the anger in her, deep and held in tight. She had seen too many horrors to ever go back to innocence.

Solange wore loose-fitting drawstring pants and a belt around her hips. Where MaryAnn relied on pepper spray, Solange wore knives and guns with familiar ease. She had weapons MaryAnn had never seen before, many small and sharp and very efficient-looking. Her hair was shaggy but suited the shape of her face. Where Jasmine was ethereally beautiful, thin and shapely, with gentle curves and flowing hair, Solange was earthy, with full curves, temper in her eyes and passion stamped on her mouth.

“Do I? I took a shower.” MaryAnn smiled at the woman, wanting to soothe her, to help her relax.

Solange halted in mid stride, her nose wrinkling. “I’m sorry. That was rude. I have a very acute sense of smell. I shouldn’t have said that. We’ve been roaming in jaguar form and it makes me ultrasensitive.”

“No, it’s all right. You’re entitled to say what you think.” MaryAnn sent her a quick, appreciative smile. “Even if you are saying I smell.”

“On, no,” Jasmine said, rising to her feet. “Solange didn’t mean that at all.” She sent her cousin a warning look and reached out to take MaryAnn’s hand. “Are you hungry? We were about to make dinner. We just got up a few minutes ago. I’m sorry if we woke you.”

“You were crying in your sleep,” Solange said. “I have exceptional hearing, too. Are you all right?”

MaryAnn kept her smile serene. Jasmine’s fingers had tightened around hers, and the young woman was trembling. “I’m a city girl. The rain forest is a little scary to me. I’d guess neither of you feel that way about it. Although I did use my canister of pepper spray on a jaguar last night when it attacked me.”

Solange whirled around, her dark eyebrows drawing down in a frown. “You were attacked by a jaguar? Are you certain?”

MaryAnn nodded. “I was very close to it.”

“Did it have a collar on its neck, or a pack of any kind that you could see?” Solange pursued. She was already hurrying from window to window, peering out.

“Now that you say that, maybe he did.” MaryAnn kept Jasmine’s hand in hers. The girl shuddered, but kept walking through the wide hall to the large, open kitchen. “I can’t remember. It all happened so fast.”

Solange scented the air again, lifting her face and sniffing. “Were you near a jaguar male? A man aside from the Carpathian?”

Jasmine gasped and covered her mouth, her eyes going wide with fear. “Are they here? On the island?”

“It’s going to be all right,” Solange assured her. “I can protect you, and Juliette wrapped the house in safeguards. As long as we stay inside, we should be fine. I’m just going to check the upstairs, make certain the balconies and windows are all closed and locked. The windows have bars, Jazz.”

Jasmine rushed to her, grasping her arm. “Don’t leave me alone again. I don’t want to be alone.”

Her young face looked haunted, and for just one moment, MaryAnn saw anguish in Solange’s amber eyes. She put her arms around her cousin and held her close. “MaryAnn is here, honey. I’m just going upstairs. She’ll sit with you and I’ll be right back. Why don’t you get MaryAnn some food? She’s hungry, remember?”

Jasmine swallowed and nodded. “Yes, I’m sorry. Of course I’ll get you food. Do you drink tea?” She watched Solange leave the room. “She’ll be right back, don’t worry,” she added.

“Of course she will,” MaryAnn said soothingly and wrapped a comforting arm around the younger girl. Jasmine had gone pale beneath the gold of her skin. “Tea would be lovely, thanks.”

Jasmine’s hands shook so much the teacups rattled, but she poured both of them a cup of tea, added milk and sank down across from MaryAnn at the table, facing the door, watching for her cousin.

“It must be difficult to let Solange out of your sight,” MaryAnn said gently. She concentrated on putting the young woman at ease, soothing and comforting, wanting her to realize she had someone she could talk to.

I’m here now. It’s going to be okay. I’ll make everything okay. You’re strong and we can handle this.
Jasmine was barely out of her teens, and yet already her world was one of violence and fear. MaryAnn wanted to pull her into her arms and rock her like a baby, somehow set the world right again for her.

Jasmine nodded. “I try not to be a burden to her, but I can’t sleep most of the time and she has to sit with me.”

“I’m sure she doesn’t mind, Jasmine. It’s obvious she loves you.”

Solange might be as tough as nails, but she was loyal and loving to her family. She would fight to the death for this child, and she would use her last breath to comfort her. MaryAnn could read that much in both of them, but Jasmine was more than just afraid after her terrifying experience. She was holding something else, some dark secret that she hadn’t shared with Juliette or Solange. MaryAnn mentally stroked the girl as she would a child, warmth and caring in her mind. She longed to make it right for Jasmine, longed to remove the sorrow from her eyes and take fear and trepidation away for good.

Jasmine took a deep breath. “I’m so glad you came. Thank you. Juliette said you’re from the city and this is all difficult for you.”

MaryAnn shrugged, willing the girl to quit making small talk and come out with whatever she was on the verge of saying. It was frightening to her, and she wanted to tell MaryAnn without Solange in the room. “I wanted to come so you’d have someone to talk to. Sometimes it’s easier when it isn’t family.”
It’s okay, honey. I’m here now. I won’t betray you. I’ve come a long way to help you. Trust me now. Trust me with the burden you’re carrying, and the two of us will sort it out.

“And you’ve talked to other girls, girls like me, right?” Jasmine asked, lowering her voice, glancing at the doorway to ensure Solange was still upstairs.

“What happened to you was particularly brutal,” MaryAnn said. “You have to give yourself time.”
Come on, baby. Share it. It’s eating you up inside. Whatever it is, we can handle it. I know what I’m doing. You can rely on me.
She wished she could find a way to convey to Jasmine that she would help, that she would never betray her confidence.

“I don’t have time,” Jasmine whispered. She ducked her head and set the cup down. “It makes it easier that you know what happened. I haven’t told anyone yet, but I’m going to have to soon.”

MaryAnn held her breath, her heart beating hard. She wanted to cry for the girl, little more than a teenager, her life already shattered. She laid her hand over Jasmine’s, connecting them, willing the girl to be calm, to be comforted. “You’re pregnant.”

Jasmine covered her face with her hands. “There’s a plant we can use after, you know, to make certain, and Solange gave it to me, but I couldn’t…” She trailed off and looked at MaryAnn through her fingers. “I already knew. The moment it happened. I just knew and I couldn’t do it.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Jasmine. Those men took away your choice and you stood up and made your own decision. Are you afraid you did something wrong?”

“It’s complicated. We live a complicated life and I’ve made it so much worse. They’ll never stop now. Those men. They’ll come after us no matter where we are.” She looked at the doorway again. “Solange…” She broke off. “It’s been so hard for her.”

“Are you sorry about your decision?”

“I don’t know how I feel and I can’t bear for Solange to be upset with me. She’s done so much already and it will be one more person for her to take care of.”

“You would keep the baby?”

Jasmine’s eyes flashed with something close to fire, and for the first time, MaryAnn saw the resemblance between Jasmine and her cousin. “I would never give my baby to them.
Never.
If Solange wants me to leave, I will, but I won’t turn a child over to them even if it is a boy.”

“No, of course you wouldn’t. What those men did was criminal, Jasmine.” MaryAnn took a sip of her tea and regarded the younger girl. She chose her words carefully. “Manolito told me he met one of the jaguar-men, the same one who saved my life yesterday from the jaguar who attacked me. He said that a vampire had tainted him, turning the men to commit crimes against their women. If that is so, in a sense, they are victims as well.”