Free Possess Me by R.G. Alexander

changing, flashing hazel and gold and back again. She knew instantly what was happening. Rousseau wanted out. Wanted to experience her firsthand.
    Yes. She shivered, and her hips jerked against his mouth as the waves of her climax continued to break over her. She pushed against his thumbs, loving the sharp, stinging stretch—already wanting more.
    He lifted his head, his full lips shining with the evidence of her pleasure. His upper lip curled, snarled as he pushed away from her, standing to step back from the bed. Every muscle in his body tensed. His hands tightened into fists at his sides.
    Allegra knew Rousseau was still struggling for control. He paced as she fought to recover from the most intense climax of her life. Her breathing slowed, body cooling as she thought about what it must be like for Rousseau, to have his choice taken away, his body used by another. What had happened? And what did his father have to do with it?
    Golden eyes turned her way. “The only trouble with honesty is how inconvenient it can be. No lies, isn’t that what you said, cher ? Benjamin, take off your clothes and get on the bed. I will tell you both a bedtime story.”
    He stroked his thick cock as he watched Ben obey, coming to sit behind a nervous Allegra. She wanted to turn around, to study Ben’s bare body, wanted to lean into the heat she felt coming off of him, but she couldn’t tear her gaze away from Rousseau.
    He tightened his fist around his erection, knowing he had a captive audience. “Once upon a time, there was a man who wanted to fuck. He didn’t want to fuck his adoring wife, the mother of his three children. He didn’t want to fuck the lovely little piece he had on the side. No. He wanted to fuck a woman who didn’t want him or trust him. A woman who was not swayed by his charm or beautiful features, who saw him for exactly what he was.”
    He stepped closer to the bed, and Allegra couldn’t help but lower her eyes to his erection. The way he was touching himself ensnared her. She wanted to touch him that way. She heard him speak again and fought to focus on his words.
    “He was a practitioner of the voodoo religion. More faithful to it than he’d ever been to any woman. He should have known better, but he asked the spirits for help. He wanted to force the object of his desire to love him. He wanted her to want him more than she wanted to live.”
    Ben’s hand had been gently stroking her lower back, but it stilled at those words. “I thought that was taboo. A Loa can’t make someone do what they don’t want to do.”
    Rousseau’s lush lips quirked. “Can and should, Benjamin. Two very different words. We can do anything. But most Loa wouldn’t poke a request like that with a stick.”
    Allegra was beginning to understand. “Except for you.”
    He shrugged. “I am too soft-hearted. He was a desperate man. And what he was offering in return was . . . impossible to resist.” His fist tightened around his cock, and he thrust into his own hand with a groan.
    “He offered you his son.” Ben sounded disgusted at Rousseau’s father. She’d like a few minutes alone with him herself. “And he died before he could fix it.”
    The laugh was distinctly Bone Daddy’s. It gave Allegra a sensual shiver. “As if he would. He laid his family out on a platter for my sampling pleasure, so I gave him what he asked for. The woman loved him well that night. Loved him as though she would die without him inside her. The next morning they found them both dead in the hotel room, she with a gun in her hand. Seems after all he went through to get his true love, the damn fool refused to leave his wife for her.”
    He lifted a hand to Allegra’s forehead, pushing a strawberry curl out of her eyes. It was gentle, totally at odds with the ugly story he’d just dropped in their laps. “Don’t be sad, cher . Sadness doesn’t feed me. It isn’t the way to get rid of me either.”
    Something in his tone narrowed Allegra’s