Claimed By Chaos

by Abigail Graves

  “Mirabelle and Elise play the piano. Elise is a prodigy and Mirabelle is very good. She plays the harp as well.” Giselle gasped in excitement. He chuckled softly. “You’ll enjoy your time at Spencer Place, Elise plays for hours every day.” Alastair lowered his lips to Giselle’s to kiss her when she squealed and wrapped her arms around his neck, stunning him. He felt her push from the mattress and roll. He looked up to find her above him, her naked body draped over his. He would have cursed if her tongue wasn't tangled with his. Instead, his hands betrayed him by wrapping around her hips and gliding along her naked flesh up the planes her back before sliding down to wrap around the tight globes of her derrière. Giselle was smooth, firm and so warm. He ached to set his lips to everything his hands touched. She purred and rubbed her length against Alastair. He hauled in a ragged breath when he felt her hands slip between them, tugging his shirt free. He shook his head as he pulled her arms away.

  “No. My shirt and trousers stay as they are.” His voice was strained. Giselle frowned.

  “I thought we were going to… I want you to take me, Alastair. Tonight. Now.” She demanded. He gathered her face in his hands and looked into her eyes.

  “Not tonight. I want to learn more about you first, Giselle.” His voice was deep and full of emotion. She looked confused.

  “Why? I find it hard to believe you took the time to learn this much about every woman you've been with.” She challenged him. He shook his head.

  “No. I know almost nothing about any of the women I've bedded.” For a moment she looked shocked. “None of them meant anything to me. You're different. You mean a great deal. And there will only be one first time between us, that will mean a great deal to me too.” He was tense as he watched her eyes become even wider. He might have given too much away, too soon. She blinked rapidly before she frowned. Giselle pushed off of Alastair's chest and sat up.

  His heart stopped beating and a desperate “Ooh, God!” escaped him. All at once he was bombarded by the sight of large, round, bouncing breasts hovering over him and the heat and pressure of her womanhood against his throbbing cock as she sat up, upon it. If he hadn't been wearing trousers, he might have slid into her warmth. Alastair shut his eyes and held her hips firmly as he waited for soft, large pink nipples to fade from his vision.

  “Please, please be still!” He begged. Giselle moaned softly as she thrust against him experimentally. “Giselle!” His voice was strangled, frantic.

  “It doesn't feel like we're done. I don't think you want to stop.” She whispered sensually as she leaned down and claimed his lips. Her hips continued to rock against him and Alastair growled as he rolled them. His mouth crashed against hers hungrily and he ground his hips against her, causing her to bounce beneath him. Giselle pulled her lips free and gasped as her legs wrapped around him.

  “I didn't say anything about being done, mademoiselle.” He whispered against her throat as he set his lips skating along her skin. He laved at the notch of her collarbone before he quested lower. “There's much more I want to learn about you tonight.” Alastair promised as he filled his hands with her breasts. His tongue traced the outer edge of her nipple and he watched it pucker before he brushed his lips across it, feeling it pebble. Giselle arched in his arms and whimpered, her hands wrapped around his head as she pressed him to her.

  Alastair felt her damp heat explode against the front of his trousers and swallowed a curse. He reminded himself that there was much more at stake than one night. He pulled her nipple between his lips and began to suckle hungrily as he continued to thrust against Giselle.

  “Please!” She whispered the word over and over as he continued to feast upon her. His hand teased her other breast, gently caressing the nipple with the pad of his thumb. She arched and moaned in his arms as her legs pulled him tighter against her. Alastair released her and lashed at the sensitive peak with his tongue before he turned to her other breast. He flicked the tip with his tongue and Giselle gasped. He rolled the other between his fingers as he wrapped his lips around the soft, aching peak. She clawed at him, begging mindlessly. Alastair set his tongue to her skin and began tracing her lush, trembling flesh. He learned the full round shape of her mounds with his lips, licking at the underside of her breasts where she was sweet and faintly salty. Alastair gently nibbled the outsides where they curved before his tongue trailed down her ribs and drifted to her center, exploring her midriff slowly.

  Giselle was becoming frantic, writhing beneath him, moaning and gripping at his shoulders as he moved lower. He placed open mouthed kisses along the swell of her stomach before his lips met soft curls. Alastair nuzzled them briefly as he inhaled her scent. He pressed her thighs wide and slid down the mattress further until his lips brushed against the inside of her knee. The skin of Giselle’s thighs was warm and taut as his tongue traced it's way up towards the apex. He felt them quiver and he smiled against her sensitive flesh. Alastair teased her with his teeth and she hissed. He brushed her with his lips as he slid his body upward and draped her thighs over his shoulders.

  He lifted and looked down at her. She was glistening and swollen, beckoning his mouth to feast upon her. Alastair breathed deeply hoping to stifle the raging need that surged within him only to drown in the scent and heat of her. He groaned as he lowered his lips to her pouting folds, lapping up the length of her. Giselle’s juices coated his tongue and hunger exploded within Alastair. She was sweet and tart and he became desperate. He covered her with his mouth and devoured her. She bucked against him and fisted her hands in his hair. He traced her folds and suckled at them, learning every delicate crease with his tongue. He teased at her center with his finger before it slid into her tightness. Slick heat bathed his finger, he pulled it from her and licked it clean. More. He became ravenous as he set two fingers to her and opened her so his tongue could press into her core, greedily probing for more of her sweetness.

  Giselle was delirious, sobbing and twisting on the mattress as he thrust his tongue deeper into her. Her back arched and she shrieked. Alastair felt her thighs tense and knew that she was near her climax. He lapped at her for a moment more before he left her honeyed tightness and sought the sensitive knot of flesh within her folds with his tongue. He flicked it and Giselle gasped. Alastair took it between his lips and suckled gently as he pressed into her with his fingers. He felt her thighs wrap around his head and he was afraid he'd spill himself in his trousers. He squeezed his eyes shut and focused on her breathing and the rhythm of her hips as she bucked against him. As before, Giselle was tense and fighting against her release, afraid to relinquish control and slip away. Alastair increased the pressure of his lips and suckled harder. He heard her clenched moan as she thrashed against the pillows. He pressed his fingers deeper and curved them upward as he swirled his tongue against her. Giselle gasped desperately and bit down on her hand as she twisted away from him.

  “Stop fighting.” Alastair managed to make his voice calm, yet forceful. “Let me taste your release, darling.” He whispered against her before he suckled her bud and flicked his fingers within her. Giselle sat up and threw her head back as her body began to shake violently. She gasped for breath and screamed before she fell backward and convulsed upon the bed. Alastair was beyond caring who heard her. He pulled his fingers from her and sucked the nectar that flowed from her as she continued to shudder and moan. His tongue bathed her pouting, sensitive folds, her inner thighs and into the crease of her bottom, seeking every trace of her essence. Giselle yelped now and then as her body jerked in the aftermath and when Alastair brushed against her sensitive nub.

  “I can't take any more!” She whispered as she tugged at his collar. Alastair sighed, loath to leave the luscious heaven between her thighs. He crawled up the length of her, pressing kisses to her stomach, breasts, chest and neck until he found her lips. Giselle opened for him and moaned in delight when she tasted herself on his lips and tongue. She clutched his face and kissed him hungrily, deeply. Alastair lifted away from her and
swore as his cock throbbed angrily and lust clawed furiously at him. His body demanded release and he clenched his jaw as he willed himself to relax.

  “I want you inside of me, Alastair.” Giselle whispered as she gripped his straining erection. He shook his head and rolled off her. He pressed his hands to his face and groaned in agony. He cursed his brother silently as she rose over him and began kissing his neck, making her way up to his ear as her hand slid along the bulge in his trousers. Alastair shifted away from her mouth and slapped her hand.

  “No.” He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. “I want more than just a few nights with you, I want it to be about more than our bodies.” He knew he was hinting at the truth but he couldn't find the strength to hide what he felt. Giselle became still for a moment and then shrugged. She seemed unwilling to disturb the moment with questions.

  Alastair smiled despite the very real physical pain he was experiencing. He could still taste Giselle and he recalled the silken softness of her tender flesh. Loving her with his mouth was simply the very best thing he had ever done. He was excruciatingly aroused yet somehow satisfied. He was certain that she was pleased with his performance and he silently patted himself on the back for executing the task so well his first time. Alastair pushed any thoughts of repeating the act from his mind as he felt his balls ache.

  Realizing that Giselle had been still and quiet for several moments, Alastair lifted his head and looked down at her. She was asleep, a lazy smile curved her lips and her hands were fisted in his shirt. He pressed her head against his chest and sighed. He knew he wouldn't sleep any time soon, he just hoped his body would relax enough for him to enjoy holding her until he had to wake her. Alastair let his hand glide down her back until he felt rough puckering just below her ribs. His fingers traced the nearly round shape and he felt cold hatred gnaw at him. His fist clenched and he cursed. Giselle moaned and shifted against him and he closed his eyes, willing his rage away as he forced his hand from the bullet scar.

  Chapter 18

  Approximately two hours after Alastair woke Giselle and helped her to her room, he was staring at the ceiling when he heard the sounds of a coach in the courtyard. He fought the blankets as he rolled from his bed and ripped his door open and sprinted down the hallway. He jumped down the stairs and threw himself through the front door just as Gilles was stepping into the coach.

  “Wait!” Alastair called. Gilles stepped down and turned. His eyes swept over him and he raised a brow. Alastair knew he looked like hell. He was still in his shirt and trousers and they were a wrinkled mess. He brushed a hand through his hair and scowled as Gilles smiled.

  “There was quite a bit of noise from your room last night, Alastair.” Gilles said casually as he inspected the windows of the house. “Did you disregard our advice?” His gaze narrowed and he searched Alastair’s eyes. He shook his head.

  “I acted in accord with your wishes. At great personal cost, I can assure you.” Alastair grumbled. Gilles smiled and laughed as he gripped his shoulder.

  “Trust me in this. I think you'll find it much more gratifying in the end.” He tousled his hair affectionately. “Is there something you needed or did you wish to send me off with a kiss?” He teased.

  “Chocolate. I don't care what it costs, send the best and lots of it.” Alastair stated. Gilles threw his head back and laughed.

  “I knew you'd find the way to her heart! I find myself encouraged if you've already made this much progress.” He confided as he wrapped an arm around him. “I'll arrange to have plenty of chocolate here by tomorrow evening. Use it wisely!” Gilles warned. Alastair nodded as he embraced his brother.

  “Tell everyone I miss them.” Alastair mumbled. Gilles clapped his back and held him tightly for a moment.

  “Fais attention.” Be Careful. Gilles whispered before he released him. He saluted as he stepped into the coach and Alastair shut the door behind him. He watched the coach until it disappeared before he strode back into the house.

  Chapter 19

  It was hard to decide what was more mesmerizing, the music Mirabelle played at the piano or the baby Lucien cradled in his arms as he reclined in the music room. Giselle was equally absorbed. She was almost tempted to ask to hold tiny Charlotte again but she was wary of how the baby made her feel. Her thoughts became so unsettling, all over one tiny person.

  Giselle felt a tingling on the back of her neck and turned toward the door. Alastair was leaning against the frame, watching her. When their eyes met, she felt a blush rise up her neck and she looked down until her pulse steadied. He pushed from the wall and settled on the couch next to her. His hand stretched along the back and rested behind her head. She tried to remain still as his fingers brushed her neck. Giselle shivered and felt heat spill down her back. She turned and searched his eyes. They were filled with yearning as they swept down her body. The urge to give him anything, to let him take everything made her weak. Alastair leaned close and his scent washed over her. She closed her eyes and breathed him in. He smelled warm and clean. Pepper, orange, leather and soap blended alchemically to make her knees turn to water.

  “Come for a walk with me, Giselle.” His voice was a low rumble that she felt more than she heard. She nodded and allowed him to take her hand and pull her to her feet. As if in a trance, Giselle let him lead her from the room without a word to Lucien and Mirabelle. He guided her through the study, out the French doors and down the terrace steps. Once the rose bushes were tall enough to hide them from view of the house Alastair stopped and placed her hand on his palm. Giselle watched as he carefully intertwined their fingers. His eyes flared and his jaw twitched, he took a deep breath and let their hands relax between them as he turned and she followed him through the garden to where the trees became denser and wisteria created a canopy overhead.

  Alastair found a footpath and turned, towing her along. The path became narrow until it opened into a small clearing. In the shade of an ancient tree, hung a swing. Giselle felt tears sting her eyes and her breath caught in her throat. Alastair released her hand and went to the swing. He stood behind it and held the ropes as he waited for her.

  “Mademoiselle.” His voice was low and sensual. Giselle felt as if she was being pulled toward him, her feet carried her without any thought as his eyes held hers. She stopped before him and leaned between the ropes and brushed her lips against his. She let her lips cling to his for a moment before she turned and sat. Alastair gripped her waist and pulled her back until she rested against his chest. His arm slid around her and his lips pressed against the hollow beneath her ear. He was so solid behind her, his arm so strong as it wrapped around her, Giselle felt small and delicate. She let her head fall to the side so he could explore her neck with his mouth. His teeth grazed her skin and he laved the spot where her pulse beat. Goosebumps spilled down her arms and she moaned softly.

  Alastair stepped back, pulling her feet further from the ground and let go. Giselle floated through the air and his hand pushed gently against her bottom when she returned to him. She swung easily back and forth for a few minutes before he caught her against his chest again. This time, his teeth nipped the corner of her shoulder as his hand curved around her ribs and slid to cup her breast. Giselle shut her eyes and gasped as he squeezed. Alastair's tongue traveled up her neck until it found her ear. His fingers closed around her nipple, through her gown and his teeth teased her ear lobe. She shivered and whispered his name as he rolled his fingers around the pebbled peak. She could feel his erection pressing against her bottom and heat exploded between her thighs.

  He lifted his head and released her and she glided though the air again. Dizzy and panting, Giselle gripped the ropes and tried to breathe as his hand stroked her back and bottom every time he pushed her forward. Every time she swung back toward him, she held her breath, waiting for him to stop her. Alastair pushed her, teasing her backside as she swung higher and higher. After several minutes, his arms closed around her and she was suspended against him. He
was so taut and hard behind her, heat and hunger poured from him. Giselle let her head fall back as his lips fell. She opened for him and his tongue danced against hers. One hand curved around her breast as the other slid around her hip and dipped between her legs. Alastair angled his head and took their kiss deeper. Giselle moaned softly as she parted her thighs. His hand cupped her through her gown before it slid away. She started to protest before she felt the fabric of her skirts sliding up her legs until his hand closed around her thigh and traveled upwards. Anticipation rushed through her as his tongue continued to thrust against hers. Giselle felt his fingers brush against her curls and she leaned back. Alastair groaned as his fingers parted her and slid into her slick entrance. The hand around her breast tightened and his thumb stroked her nipple. She pulled her lips from his and struggled for air as she felt his fingers stroking within her.

  “You taste divine. You were still on my lips and tongue this morning. I couldn't come down to breakfast. All I wanted was to lose myself between your thighs, to feast on your sweet juices.” Giselle felt his words against her ear and her nerves began to coil and tighten. She tensed and hung on to the ropes as his fingers pressed deeper and he squeezed her nipple. His thumb stroked the sensitive spot within her folds and she shook her head as the pressure within her built and her body began to shake. “Why do you do that, darling? Why do you fight off your release?” Giselle shut her eyes tight and saw lights and colors and felt lightheaded. “Breathe, my love. Let it happen.” He whispered.