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  Lust

  The Allure Chronicles

  Alyssa Rose Ivy

  Contents

  Copyright

  Books by Alyssa Rose Ivy

  Preface

  1. Daisy

  2. Owen

  3. Daisy

  4. Owen

  5. Daisy

  6. Owen

  7. Owen

  8. Daisy

  9. Owen

  10. Daisy

  11. Daisy

  12. Owen

  13. Daisy

  14. Owen

  15. Daisy

  16. Owen

  17. Daisy

  18. Owen

  19. Daisy

  20. Daisy

  21. Owen

  22. Daisy

  Afterword

  Forged in Stone

  James

  Ainsley

  Copyright © 2015 Alyssa Rose Ivy

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written approval of the author.

  The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

  Cover Design: MaeIDesign and Photography

  Books by Alyssa Rose Ivy

  Flight (The Crescent Chronicles #1)

  Focus (The Crescent Chronicles #2)

  Found (The Crescent Chronicles #3)

  First & Forever (The Crescent Chronicles #4)

  Soar (The Empire Chronicles #1)

  Search (The Empire Chronicles #2)

  Stay (The Empire Chronicles #3)

  Savor (The Empire Chronicles #4)

  Seduction’s Kiss (The Allure Chronicles #0.5)

  Lure (The Allure Chronicles #1)

  Lust (The Allure Chronicles #2)

  Dire (The Dire Wolves Chronicles #1)

  Dusk (The Dire Wolves Chronicles #2)

  Forged in Stone (The Forged Chronicles #1)

  The Hazards of Skinny Dipping (Hazards)

  The Hazards of a One Night Stand (Hazards)

  The Hazards of Sex on the Beach (Hazards)

  The Hazards of Mistletoe (Hazards)

  The Hazards of Sleeping with a Friend

  Shaken Not Stirred (Mixology)

  On The Rocks (Mixology)

  Derailed (Clayton Falls)

  Veer (Clayton Falls)

  Wrecked (Clayton Falls)

  Beckoning Light (The Afterglow Trilogy #1)

  Perilous Light (The Afterglow Trilogy #2)

  Enduring Light (The Afterglow Trilogy #3)

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  Preface

  I had no real choice. Only one answer was acceptable¸ yet giving it meant losing everything and anything I cared about. It meant losing Owen, and it meant losing myself.

  "Daisy?" Owen looked deep into my eyes.

  "I love you." I didn't think, I didn't question. I crushed my lips against his, needing to soak up his taste and feel. He responded immediately, deepening the kiss as he wrapped me up in his arms.

  Always and forever. Our promised words swirled through my head. Promised words that couldn't possibly be true. But in that moment it didn't matter. The truth couldn't hurt us. Only time could.

  1

  Daisy

  I half expected him to walk away. People are good at promising things. The promise is the easy part. Keeping the promise takes more work. Yet there he was, driving us from Arizona to New Orleans in a borrowed car that had seen better days. Owen had talked to a friend of a friend he knew in the area. I didn’t have any other ideas, and at least he wasn’t manipulating anyone to get it. I’d had the urge. A small one I was able to dampen by walking away, but it was there, and that reality scared me. It was another reminder that I was no longer completely human.

  “You okay?” Owen put a hand on my leg. I was already used to his touch. I wasn’t sure how I’d managed so many years without it. I also wasn’t sure how I could ever manage without it in the future.

  I wanted to pretend nothing had changed, that I wasn’t going to lose my ability to feel, but that crazy thought seemed more and more possible. My emotions were going haywire, and more often than not, I didn’t feel like myself.

  “Okay enough.” I kept my voice level even though I felt anything but calm. If I didn’t know about the Allure essence I’d have assumed I was having a hormonal imbalance. These mood swings made my PMS complaints seem like a joke.

  “That’s not good enough.” He took his eyes off the road long enough to give me a worried once over.

  “Would you prefer I lied?” I didn’t want to be rude to him. I wanted to be all sugar and light, but I couldn’t be. Not now.

  “No, I want you to relax.”

  “Relax? I just found out my life as I know it is over.”

  “It’s been over for years.” His voice was flat, but I knew it wasn’t indifference. He was trying to reign in his true feelings as much as I was.

  “True.” A smile slipped out despite my sour mood. Owen was good at making that happen.

  “We’re going to fix this. We’re going to fix everything. And after that we’re going to work on us.” He squeezed my thigh lightly. There was nothing overtly sexual about the action, but that’s exactly where my thoughts begged to go. I’d only had a small taste of him. I wanted more. I wanted more of everything, in bed and out.

  “Work on us?” I raised an eyebrow. “I wasn’t aware there was anything to fix.” Everything causing our problems was external, or in my case internal, but having nothing to do with my true thoughts or feelings about him. We were solid.

  “That came out wrong.” A panicked look crossed his face. “There is nothing about us to fix. I mean focus on us.”

  “Gotcha.” I smiled again. His concern over upsetting me was cute.

  “We deserve some quality time.”

  “I still can’t believe I’m sitting next to you.” I relaxed against the seat. Dingy or not, the car was taking us toward help. We needed any of it we could get.

  “That makes two of us.” He took my hand in his. “The thing is though; there is nowhere else I’d want to be.”

  “You’d rather be flying.” I wasn’t sure why I kept trying to sabotage things, but my emotions didn’t give me a choice. They changed and pushed me to say things I didn’t want to mean. But I did mean them, even if another voice inside of me was screaming that I shouldn’t.

  “Ok. I’d rather be flying—with you. Or in bed with you for that matter.”

  My body warmed thinking about all the things I wanted to do in bed with him. “I’m with you there.”

  “Maybe that’s what you need, huh?” He winked.

  “You think you can cure my stress with sex?” As wonderful and enticing of a thought as it was, my luck wasn’t that good.

  “I know I can. If we weren’t in a rush…”

  “If we were in a rush we could have flown.” I closed my eyes and imagined the sensation of flying. The wind all around us. The feel of his body pressed against mine.

  “We needed some time before we got there.”

  “We did.” I squeezed his hand. “I’m sorry. This isn’t me. I’m not obnoxious and mean.”

  “I know. I know who you are.” There wasn’t a hint of wavering in his voice. He still saw the real me, even if it was getting more and more buried by the minute.

  “Or who I was… ugh.”

  “You are still you. We’ll get rid of the other stuff.” He changed lanes to pass a slow moving car.

>   “Are you always this optimistic?”

  He laughed. “No. I’m usually considered the opposite. My friends give me a hard time about my unrelenting realism.”

  “Then how can you be so confident right now?” I envied his confidence. I wondered where I’d have been without him. Probably in a ditch waiting out the last days of my humanity.

  He slowed down and moved into the exit lane.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I’m going to remind you of where my confidence comes from.”

  “Owen…” Needing time together or not, we had to move. Who knew when the Allure part of me would fully take over? I shivered. I couldn’t stomach the thought of losing the ability to feel, especially since it meant losing my feelings for Owen. I refused to accept that.

  “Yes, Daisy?” He pulled off at the next exit.

  “What are you doing?” I looked out at the dark night sky.

  “You already asked that question, and I answered.”

  I thought over his answer. Maybe the stop would be one I wanted. One I needed.

  He parked the car in a gas station parking lot. “Come on. Grab your purse, we’re leaving the car.”

  “Okay.” I didn’t question him. Despite everything, I trusted Owen completely. I assumed he would take care of making sure the owner got the car back. He wasn’t like Violet and the guys. He wasn’t an Allure. Not like me.

  By the time he met me on my side of the car he already had his shirt off. I’d been right. We were going for a flight. I waited anxiously as he moved behind me. His arms wrapped around my waist, and my stomach lurched the way it always did when he took off, but soon it settled down. I knew I was in good hands.

  I kept my eyes open as we soared through the night sky. The wind was cold and a stark contrast to Owen’s warm body pressed against mine. His body was hard, but it gave me comfort like nothing else could ever give.

  After a few minutes, we landed in a dense forest, and I stumbled away from him. I took in his muscular chest, his large black wings, and I couldn’t wait any longer. I reached out for him. Before my hands could make contact he had me in his arms again. His lips pressed against mine, and he quickly demanded access to my mouth. I gladly let him in, reveling in his taste as he continued to deepen the kiss. His hand slipped underneath the front of my shirt, and I ran my hand up and down the muscular planes of his chest. With my other hand I touched his back, disappointed to find his wings gone, but his roving hands and lips made my disappointment melt away.

  “I need you,” he whispered against my ear.

  “You have me.” That much was true. It would always be true.

  “Here?” He pulled away enough to lock eyes with me.

  “Anywhere.” To let him know I wasn’t kidding, I unbuttoned his jeans.

  He chuckled. “Glad I’m not the only one.”

  “This has never been one sided.” I returned my lips to his, needing more.

  He stepped out of his jeans and boxers all the while removing my jeans.

  He unclasped and discarded my bra and his lips immediately went to my breast. I closed my eyes and focused on the sensation. I moaned, surprised when he pulled us both to the ground.

  I lay on top of him with only my underwear separating me from what I wanted. What I needed. “Thanks for taking the brunt of the ground.”

  “You like my excuse to get you on top?” He grinned. “We’ll make the next time romantic.” He put his hand underneath the waist band of my underwear.

  I took a condom from my bag and handed it to him. He’d be faster. “You didn’t need an excuse.”

  He watched me expectedly as I slowly eased him inside of me.

  He groaned. “Daisy.”

  I continued to move on top of him, letting all of my worries and fears disappear. This was real. This was feeling. It wasn’t just physical, it was emotional and mental. It was everything.

  “You feel that?” he said between heavy breaths.

  “Yes.” I felt everything.

  “Remember this.” His eyes locked on mine, relaying the same message as his words.

  I nodded, unable to speak as I struggled to hold myself together.

  With no warning he flipped us over so I was underneath. He took control, moving in hard and deep thrusts. I closed my eyes, soaking up every feeling and sensation I could. The feel of his skin, his lips, and the way he made me feel complete.

  “Remember this. Remember what it feels like to be with me.”

  “I will.” I promised, even though I knew I shouldn’t. In that moment I believed it though. I believed I was still in control of my destiny.

  “I promise to never let you forget.”

  I opened my eyes, wanting to watch his pleasure as I experienced my own. Our bodies moved in perfect sync, as he made it harder and harder for me to stay in control. I bit down on my lip to stay quiet.

  “We’re alone, Daisy. You don’t have to hold back.” He ran his lips down my neck.

  I listened, calling out his name as he rocked me to my core and brought me to a level of pleasure I’d never been before. The first few times had been great, but this was different. There was an intensity and connection I’d have never believed could exist.

  “Daisy,” he groaned, as he sped up his movements. I was getting close, and I urged him on, wrapping my legs up around his body.

  “Owen!” I called out his name as he pushed me over the edge. My eyes closed without conscious thought, it was the only way to handle the incredible sensations running through my body.

  He shuddered and lay down on top of me. Neither of us said anything for a moment. We were both sweaty and out of breath, and perfect. The moment was perfect.

  “Hope your back is okay.” He picked his head up to look at me.

  I ignored the dull ache in my back. “Totally worth it.”

  He smiled before brushing his lips against mine. “You are amazing.”

  “So are you.” I ran my hand down his back.

  “You make me reckless.” He cupped my face with his hand.

  “You make me desperate.”

  “Desperate in a good way I hope.”

  “Desperate in the best way.” I pulled his lips to mine again.

  He laughed against my lips. “I want to lie here with you forever.”

  “I may have downplayed the whole back in the dirt thing.” It felt fine in the heat of the passion, but now it was starting to get old.

  He slipped his arms under me. “I’ll make it up to you.”

  “It’s already made up.”

  “Are you up for flying the rest of the way there?” He played with a few tendrils of my hair.

  “Once I get dressed.” I kissed his shoulder. I wanted to get in every kiss I could.

  “You mean you don’t want to fly naked with me?” he teased.

  “If we were landing in a place as secluded as this sure, but something tells me someone might see us when we land in New Orleans.”

  “That something is right.”

  “You’ll stay with me?” I didn’t want to sound needy, but that’s exactly how I felt. For the first time all day my emotions legitimately felt like mine. I felt euphoric yet terrified. The warring emotions were real and true, and that made the terror worth it.

  “I’m never leaving your side.” He looked deep into my eyes. “Never.”

  I nodded. “Good.”

  He kissed me lightly. “You better get used to me, Daisy. I’m not going anywhere.”

  “I was hoping you’d say that.” I pulled him down against me again. We could stand to wait another minute before getting dressed.

  2

  Owen

  I never expected to return to New Orleans with a girlfriend, especially not one like Daisy, but as I closed in on my hometown, holding Daisy’s body firmly in my arms, there was no question that I was doing exactly that.

  She was silent during the flight, but that wasn’t surprising considering how high we were in the air and the s
trong wind. She wasn’t screaming, so I took that as a win.

  “We’re almost there.” I broke the silence in order to give her warning. I was using the last airborne minutes to prepare for the craziness. She deserved to have the same opportunity.

  “I’m going to be sick,” she mumbled. Even over the wind my hearing was good enough to pick it up.

  “Because of the altitude?” She’d never had a problem flying with me before.

  “Not at all.”

  “It’s going to be fine. I’ll be with you the whole time.”

  “Promise?”

  “Promise.” I didn’t plan to ever break a promise to her.

  “I’m holding you to it.”

  “I know.” I adjusted her slightly as I began our descent.

  It was dark, but early enough in the evening I needed to be careful not to be spotted. Occasionally it happened, but you couldn’t take chances too often. I landed in the shadows around back of the Crescent City Hotel. I hoped Levi was still at work. The alternative was to show up at his house, and although I was sure he and Allie wouldn’t care, it might make the situation even more awkward for Daisy. The Society chambers were intimidating, but I hoped it would be easier for her. She seemed better at focusing on the less personal side of things. Either way, we needed answers, and Levi was the only place to start.

  I landed, and Daisy stumbled out of my arms. She straightened out her clothes and ran a hand through her windblown hair. She pulled a stick out of it. That wasn’t from the wind. I pulled out a leaf and laughed.

  “You think this is funny?” She put a hand on her hip.

  “Yes, it’s funny only because I still can’t really believe we did that.”

  “You started it.”

  “I’m quite aware of that.” I took her hand in mine.

  “Not that I’m complaining.”

  “Good. I hope to never hear complaints about that.” I pulled her against me.

  “I wouldn’t worry.”

  I tensed when I heard footsteps. It was only a couple of tourists. They were staring at us. What was their problem?