Page 16 of The Aries Alliance (BLP Signs of Love #14)

Sealed with a Kiss

After I composed myself, War rose and offered his hands to me. He picked up my panties from the floor and sniffed them.

“I can either take these and jerk off to them or cum in the real thing.”

Damn, he was sexy.

I was seconds away from answering him when my phone pinged, diverting my attention from War’s muscular chest.

I picked up my phone and opened my messaging app. I sighed, hating how deep I dug myself into this lustful ditch.

LilDavid:

Where R U?

War turned my phone toward him and read my message.

“What you gonna say, Scar?”

I wanted to run to my bedroom, but I knew that wouldn’t solve my current problem.

“Where you gonna sleep tonight?” War’s raised, persistent voice sent chills down my spine.

I closed my phone and took a big breath.

“I want to be with you.”

War’s grin was as bright as the sunshine.

“Let him know there’s a change of plans.”

I texted Lil’David with my thumbs.

Me:

Something came up. I won’t be able to see you for a while.

LilDavid:

You sure?

Me:

Yes.

LilDavid:

Lose my number.

“Dammit. He dumped me.” I stomped my foot on the carpet, beyond pissed.

Lil’David hadn’t ever shown gumption, but now he wanted to be all big and bad.

I crossed my arms and sighed.

“I was loyal to that man.”

War dangled my panties in my face and raised his eyebrow.

“Were you now?”

I snatched the panties from War and dropped them on the table by my phone.

“I was loyal except for tonight. How the hell did he break up with me ?”

I wasn’t just angry at Lil’David. I was pissed off that War took away my constant loving.

Before I could curse him out, War held the back of my head with his hands and stared into my eyes.

I thought he was going to kiss me, but instead, he released me and dropped to his knees.

He placed his hands on my hips, looking up at me with his most intense eyes to date.

I sucked in my breath as he slowly lifted my dress.

Within seconds, cool air met my exposed lower body.

“I know how to make you feel better.” War breathed directly on my pubic hair.

I rested my hands on War’s shoulders and tried to hold back a smile. When he dipped his head to swipe my slit, my legs almost buckled.

“I’m going to make you forget that man. I have to do it now, since I made y’all break up.”

Before I could question him, he picked me up as if I weighed no more than a bag of potato chips. I laughed, wanting to protest but couldn’t stop laughing, as War jiggled me up and down and palmed my bare butt.

“Your room or mine?”

“Yours.”

War ran to the back of the cottage with me over his shoulder until we reached his room. When he tossed me on the bed, I couldn’t stop laughing. He chuckled, too, as he removed his underwear.

Everything about War was unexpected, delightful, and charming. I wanted to absorb his energy like a sponge.

“Is this how we’re going to be?” I raised my dress over my head.

War crawled toward me like a panther and kissed my stomach, breasts, and thighs.

“Absolutely.”

In War’s arms, I felt safe. Maybe it was time for me to welcome the possibility of what could be.

The following morning, after a night of intense lovemaking, I left War in bed.

Since I was the first one up, I dressed and fiddled around in the kitchen to start a big breakfast of country ham, cheese grits, scrambled eggs, and homemade buttermilk biscuits.

Although I had never been the most domestic person, War milked my coochie so good I was ready to turn in my resignation to EFU, put on an apron, and walk about War’s kitchen half-naked with a couple of his babies sucking my titties.

Damn, that man didn’t play fair when it came to sex.

My legs were still shaky from having them pushed over my head like an acrobat.

As I reached for the sifter to make the biscuits, I winced, feeling the scratches and nips on my shoulders and back, rubbing against the smooth silk of my black floral caftan. Was he a freaking vampire?

Believe me, though. I got mine in. As he scratched, nipped, and sucked me into a tizzy, I dug into his skin, holding on for dear life too. The more he clawed me, the more I clawed him back.

“Morning, sunshine.” War’s deep voice met me from behind, sending an unexpected yet pleasant tingle down my spine. “Check your phone.”

I picked up my device from the granite counter and unlocked it.

Ping.

When I opened my message, a picture of War filled my screen from the shower. Water dripped over his head, face, and chest. Unfortunately, only the upper V of his waist was in the shot.

I licked my lips and took a big breath, ogling the picture and smiling as I recalled how luscious this man was in real life.

I was blessed to have every bit of that lusciousness standing behind me, ready for me to take it again.

Before I turned around, I set my phone down and fixed my face so I wouldn’t grin like I hadn’t ever been in the presence of a fine man before.

I half turned and spoke like I had good sense.

“Hey, everything’s ready for the biscuits . . .” My voice trailed off as War stood in the doorway, big feet planted firmly on the floor, with his legs shoulder-length apart.

He probably needed to stand like that so his pretty, big third leg could breathe. His damp hair and goatee mirrored the sexy picture he’d sent. Only a large white towel covered his fit waist.

I cleared my throat but couldn’t help but smile.

“No, sir.” I shook my head and pursed my lips with a spoon in hand. “We’re supposed to be working, not sexing. I refuse for you to stretch me so far out I can’t walk straight for the rest of the week. Put on some clothes. Damn.”

With a steely look in his eyes, War stepped toward me like I was his prey. I extended the spoon like it was a sword. When he was inches from me, he took it from me and placed it on the counter before planting a chaste kiss on my cheek.

“Sweetheart, walking straight should be the least of your worries after last night. Don’t make me put a ring on your finger and make you my sex slave.”

“I don’t believe in human trafficking, so don’t even play like that.”

“It’s not trafficking if you’re the one begging for this dick like you can’t live without it.”

War but wasn’t lying about what I was willing to do to stay up under whatever voodoo he threw on me. He backed up every ounce of his big dick energy so much, I still tasted his salty cum on my tongue.

Even when I closed my eyes to snatch whatever rest I could get, Warrick ran through my dreams like Jesse Owens, dicking me down so good from the front, back, and side that I had to get out of bed to wash my wet, sticky body off before returning to bed. That had never happened to me.

Even now, War’s smell had a trickle of wetness pooling at my core, ready to drip down my bare legs. Forget voodoo; he had me on an imaginary leash. This wasn’t good.

I plastered a stern look on my face.

“If you want me to be part of this plan, you have to be serious. I refuse to jeopardize my career for lust.”

War opened his towel and dropped it, revealing a penis that was already primed for me.

I lifted my head to the ceiling and frowned, wanting to scream at God in gratitude and anguish for sending such a massive tool to tempt and satisfy me.

When I got the strength to look back at War, he smirked and rubbed his hands down his abs, stopping short of his semi-erect shaft.

“You sure about that?”

I turned my head to the side and bit my fist. This man didn’t play fair when it came to whatever was happening between us.

“I should have gone to Lil’David last night. You brought me here to trap me.”

War stood behind me and pressed his erection into my back. He brushed my locs from my ear and kissed my earlobe.

“Naw, baby. The problem was you thinking I was going to let you outta my sight with that little black bandage on. If you wanted to sneak around, you could have done that on your own time. This is my lair. I warned you that I would mark you if we worked together.” He sucked my neck until I moaned.

“War . . .”

“You’re already calling my name.” He lifted my caftan and rubbed my slit from behind.

Within seconds, he had me whimpering.

“Yes, just like that . . . Big Daddy needs cream with his morning coffee. Give it to me.” War picked me up and placed me on the counter, holding my legs in a wide V. “Open up.”

Since I was on birth control and our STD screenings were up-to-date, War didn’t bother to grab a condom. He rubbed his tip against my opening, inserting it deeper with each thrust.

“Stop . . . teasing . . . me.” I used my free hand to pull War to me.

Like last night, I reveled in War’s intense pounding and dug my nails into his back to steady myself. When I was close to climaxing, he paused and squeezed my body tightly.

“Dammit, Scar. You’re going to tear my skin off.”

“Like you tore mine? Hell, I’m in pain too.”

War paused long enough for me to point to the bite above my right breast. He massaged it with his fingers and kissed it before massaging my throat with his finger.

“We’ll have to doctor each other up, I guess.”

I rolled my eyes and then winced as War suddenly thrust into me again and again and again.

“I’m about to cum.” I tried to catch my breath.

“Cum then.”

I held out as long as I could, wanting to outlast War but couldn’t.

“I’m cumming too.”

With War balls deep in me I screamed, releasing pent-up energy that had probably been in me since I’d lost my virginity in college.

He held his body in mine until he emptied himself. He collapsed into me as I held him close.

“This doesn’t make sense.”

“I know,” he whispered.

“We are certifiably nasty.”

He chuckled and kissed the tip of my nose before flicking his long tongue at me. He gave my neck a final suck as he lowered my legs onto the floor.

“And you love it.”

“I do . . .”

The timer on the oven dinged. I broke away and pointed.

“It’s time for us to eat actual food.”