The Wanting (D'Shar Men 1)

“Fuck me harder!”

A rough pinch to her bundle of nerves sent her over the edge. Her hip movements became erratic as the heat of her walls closed around her fingers. The image of Phelan was so vivid she swore she tasted the musk of his scent on her tongue. She felt like a woman possessed as she rode her hand through her completion. The primal scream of his name a sweet complement to her well-earned release.

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“Girl, are you serious?” Taye asked. “The leader of the Shar asked you to attend his Halloween ball?”

Excitement seemed to ooze from every pore as Taye clapped her hands together.

Zasha scoffed. “Yes he did, but it’s not like it was as a date. It’s more of a good will gesture from the A.C.C. and the P.I.U.” Her self-gratification due to thoughts of the man in question, not two hours earlier, made her squirm. She was so pathetic! It was so obvious he wasn’t interested.

The gleam appearing in Taye’s eyes made her nervous. She’d been privy to that look before. It usually led to blind dates and unwarranted hook-up attempts.

“Hmph, are you trying to convince me or yourself?” she asked. The tone of her voice paired with the knowledge in her eyes was enough to make Zasha frown.

Taye always knew too much. Those deceptive liquid brown eyes and elfin features hid a razor sharp mind. Her best friend’s keen observation skills were not a thing to be underestimated.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Zasha said. Her pride stung as embarrassment hit. Had she really been that transparent about her emotions?

“Listen, Zasha, I’ve held my tongue about this for years, but it’s clear that whatever exists between you and Phelan is mutual.”

“How can you say that? The man tripped over himself to explain it wasn’t a date.”

“Because you hold your cards so close to your chest, he has no idea you feel the same way.”

“You’re reaching, Taye.”

“No, you’re too busy hiding to see what’s in front of you. Unleash that sex goddess you have chained down and claim your man,” Taye said.

“Are you going to come with me or not?” Zasha asked. Her tone even as she ignored the previous statement. Despite her false disinterest, the wheels in her mind spun out of control. Maybe this year she’d have herself a special treat.

Chapter Two

“You’ve been sitting here for hours, Phelan. Why don’t you close down shop for the night?” His brother, Kade, asked as he entered his office and took a seat opposite him at the desk.

“I just have one last minute invitation to finish and I will,” said Phelan. His eyes glued to the sealed envelope he’d addressed personally. The placement of the red wax emblem of his people sent a thrill through his body. In four days’ time, Zasha would be in his home.

“Last minute invitation?” Kade asked. His smooth voice was full of curiosity.

“Maybe he asked his dream girl.” Bastian, their brother, crooned from the doorway. A wide grin spread across his lips as he came into view. “Well?” he asked. His sure steps were muffled by the Persian rug as he made his way over to sit. His thick brown eyebrows wagged up and down in a comical manner that made Phelan want to laugh.

Phelan said, “It’s for Zasha.”

A deep sigh paired with an eye roll was his response to the laughter that sprung forth from his siblings. In spite of his Herculean effort to keep his preference to himself, Kade and Bastian had picked up on the unspoken attraction.

Probably heard you cry her name. His mental voice chided. Memories of the numerous times he’d reached his pinnacle with Zasha on his lips and his cum on his hands made him clear his throat. The thought of her lust-filled eyes framed by tousled hair w

as enough to make his dick harden. He shifted in his seat to accommodate the bulge in his pants and began the losing battle of convincing them his decision was based on logic.

“She brings the number of humans attending up, and she represents the A.C.C. and the P.I.U. I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.”

Never mind that her tawny skin, lush red lips, and expressive almond-shaped hazel eyes made him want to take her in his arms and fuck her senseless. Her thick head of coal black hair was always wound up tight in a bun, and he’d often wondered what her tresses would look like unrestrained. It was all too easy to picture the midnight strands framing her oval face and high cheekbones. The combination of her strength and exotic beauty made him think of Cleopatra. The ancient queen he’d read about in history books. Heat spread in his face alerting him to the fact his skin must glow a light blue.

“Come on, Phe, when are you going to admit you like her?” asked Bastian.

Kade cast a smile full of sympathy his way as Bastian continued his rant. As the second oldest, Kade had always been the peacemaker.

“How can I like her? I don’t even know her,” Phelan said.