Authors: Mel Teshco
LustingtheEnemy (9 page)
He placed a hand on her forearm, urging her forward. “Come,
I want to show you one last thing.”
As they approached the huge double doors, with its panther
head doorknobs, she pressed a hand to her mouth. Hanging from one of the
decorative knobs a beautiful necklace glinted in the sun.
The glass baubles she’d admired at the market stalls were
interspersed with the rare yellow gems of the
larakytes
—the one and same
gems her mother had loved wearing. She turned to him, throat thick. “These gems
once belonged to my family.”
He nodded. “It took some doing to track them down, some
remain missing still. I had planned to give them to your father long before I
met you. But fate intervened…and I figured you’d much prefer them to the
diamond from the
tikkal
mines.”
“I don’t know what to say,” she said hoarsely.
He removed the necklace and placed it over her head, lifting
her hair as he did up the clasp. “Say yes,” he murmured.
She looked up at him with wide, disbelieving eyes.
Adoration flooded his stare. “Say you’ll marry me, become my
queen. I loved you from the moment I saw you in the holding yard—the moment you
undressed to get my attention.” His husky laugh barely infiltrated her numbed
senses. “Unnecessary, really. I was already smitten.”
She stared and stared, hardly able to comprehend the truth.
Except, this time she wasn’t running away from it. “Yes,” she said softly, and
then stepping into his arms she said loudly, “yes! A hundred times yes!”
And as the cheers of their people from behind them infiltrated
her mind, she knew at last…she was home.
Epilogue
Akeisha lay sated and unmoving on the royal bed of cushions,
watching the man who slept beside her and realizing she’d never get enough of
him.
Judas. The king.
Her husband.
It’d been a little over three years now since Judas had made
her his queen, marrying her in the traditional human way with the exchange of
rings, followed by the joyous celebrations that were the
larakyte
way.
His harem was no more. Many of his once lovers had
gravitated to the soldiers loyal to Judas, while the remainder of the women
returned home, much wealthier and wiser than when they’d left.
The half-gutted candles around the
mandeolo
danced in
the sudden breeze through an opened window, casting the strong lines of Judas’
face in shadow and light. Her heart fluttered. If possible, he was even more
arresting.
Pushing aside lethargy, she sat, forcing her stare away from
the obsession that was her husband. Her depth of feeling for him scared her at
times, but it was an emotion she was content to deal with knowing that he
returned it ten-fold.
Judas stirred, then asked in a muzzy, just-woken voice,
“Angel, are you all right?”
She smiled. Even in sleep he’d sensed her unrest. They
really were attuned to one another in every way.
Soul mates.
She twisted, her gaze caught by his and causing her voice to
come out husky. “Nothing you can’t make better.”
His white teeth glinted. The fact they’d made love only
hours earlier clearly not a concern. Akeisha wasn’t surprised. She’d learned long
ago Judas was insatiable, a big-cat trait. Not that she was complaining.
“I’m pleased to hear that,” he murmured.
She moved into his arms, not for the first time happy she
slept naked, the same as Judas. And in an all too familiar caress, her breasts scraped
along his chest, her belly along the thick ridge of his cock.
He cupped her face as she bent and kissed him, open-mouthed,
their tongues meeting one against the other in mutual accord. His hands slid
downward, over her shoulders and down the tiny bumps of her spine, his touch
warm, steady and sure.
He cupped her ass cheeks and pushed her forward. The
momentum had her sliding partway along the length of his cock that lay flat and
heavy on his belly, before he tugged her back again. She gasped into his mouth.
Her clit felt lit up as though tinder, the nerve endings screaming into
glorious life.
His cock throbbed beneath, as if ready to explode. And it
was with some satisfaction to know he wasn’t immune either. Was never immune.
Tearing her mouth from his, she sat upright. Cupping her
breasts for his admiring stare, she fondled the silken skin of her globes,
fingertips flicking at her already hard nipples. Her womb clenched, her breaths
coming shorter and shorter. She was all too aware of the tic of a muscle in his
jaw, the pulsating length of his cock underneath. And wanted him with a
savagery she couldn’t conceal.
Didn’t want to conceal.
His eyes alight with answering need, he grasped her hips
with his big, adept hands and slid her back and forward again, grinding her
pussy along his shaft until she wondered if she just might faint with
unfulfilled lust.
She closed her eyes on a shuddering breath. Foreplay with
Judas was never dull. It was exciting and titillating, even when sometimes a
little pain shadowed the pleasure before he pushed her right over the edge into
climax.
It mattered little whether they made tender love or fucked
with all the brute animal force and passion that was their panther heritage.
She couldn’t get enough and neither could he.
It was a heady realization.
She kneeled a little before Judas fisted his cock and guided
it between her spread thighs. As his cock head teased the folds of her flesh
farther apart, she sank onto him, impaling herself on his length,
inch-by-glorious-inch.
“Sweet Jesus,” he groaned, while she took his all, her inner
muscles expanding to accommodate him as fingers did to a glove.
His possessive stare caught hers as she rocked up and down
in an ever quickening tempo, and in the moment before climax took her she seriously
wondered if her heart shared the rhythmic beating of his own with their
joining.
Unable to take even a second longer to catapult into
release, she angled her pussy on the next downward plunge, dragging her already
sensitized clit along his hard, veined cock. She gasped, then cried out his
name, her pussy squeezing his shaft as one contraction after another spun her
high and held her in its thrall.
A growl filled the air. Judas’ eyes dilated. His jaw locked
and his seed abruptly shot deep. Her inner muscles clasped and released,
milking him of all his seed and then some. When their finale of pleasure peaked
then ebbed, before drifting back down to earth like a feather from the heavens,
Akeisha collapsed on top of him, inhaling deep of their mixed fluids that
scented the air and smeared her thighs.
She smiled sleepily. Beyond sated. And as he pressed a kiss
to the crown of her head her eyelids fluttered closed.
A shrill cry pierced the air.
She jerked fully awake.
“Get some sleep, angel,” Judas murmured. “I’ll check on
Mira.”
Akeisha’s smile returned with a vengeance as she watched the
king of a nation pad barefooted into the makeshift nursery at the far side of
the room, away from the cool desert night air circulating through the windows.
Mira, short for
miracle
. Because that was what she
was—a miracle and a blessing. And at only four months old she already had her
daddy wrapped around her little finger.
She pressed the palms of her hands to her still slightly
rounded belly. That she conceived with Judas at all stunned her even now. That
the birth had been the catalyst to stop the war between Judas’ human subjects
and the
larakytes—
all shifters—had been the icing on the cake.
Mira was unquestionably heaven sent. Life was pretty near
damn perfect.
Judas’ soft tread returned, Mira hiccupping and snuffling in
his arms. “Sorry angel, but I think she’s hungry.”
She sat upright, taking hold of the little bundle of joy
before cradling Mira against her breast. As Mira suckled hungrily, Judas sat
behind his queen and wrapped his arms around her waist.
“My family,” he said hoarsely. “It’s something I never
dreamed possible.”
“I know,” she said softly, her heart melting at his words as
much as the little cherub in her arms. She half-twisted toward him, brushing
the corner of his mouth with her lips. “We’ve been blessed.”
He nodded. “In every way.” His arms tightened around her. “I
love you, angel.”
At the catch in his voice and the glint of moisture in his
eyes, she knew no one would have believed she’d bought the mightiest king ever
known to his knees. But she knew and that was all that mattered.
She intended to spend the rest of her years showing him
exactly how much she loved him in return.
Starting now.
About Mel Teshco
Mel Teshco lives in rural Australia with too many animals,
too many children and not enough hours in the day to write!
Her loving husband is in training as a real-life hero and
waits patiently to retire on the success of his wife’s writing.
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