by Aubrey Brown
The thought angered him that she seemed to dismiss him and their passionate connection. What would she do? Run to Farnsworth for support? Would she accept the other man’s proposal if she felt provoked to do so?
That would not happen, he would see to that. He just had to convince Rose that marriage between them would be ideal. He would start to woo her, in full view of society, make his intentions clear.
She was or used to be a level-headed girl, until she came to London. The attention she received and the intense growth and changes she made had fashioned her unresponsive to his requests. He would have to start playing the gentleman, interested in marriage to a young chit, who was of marriageable age. The thought made him wince. He was not adept at sentiment, nor was he poetic, or romantic. He would need help, and he would need to make his intentions clear.
He had mistresses in his past that he would buy gifts for, and they would look at him as if he was the love of their lives. Women adored baubles, and in return loved the man who gave them the gift. He would have his secretary pick some appropriate items with which to woo the willful flower named Rose.
* * * *
A home outside of London
As he pounded into his lover’s slit, he felt an orgasm well inside of his chest. He was helpless to stop the assault of desire that welled inside of him. He did not know how he came into this state of pleasure. All he knew was that he wanted her beyond reason. His mind seemed to call out to hers, and he had never felt such lust in his life.
“Stop thinking!” his mistress shrieked.
“I will, mistress. I apologize.”
“Beg, slave! Beg me not to whip you and beat you into submission,” she stated with crimson red lips.
Whimpering into her neck, he moved his raw cock from her pussy, and placed his mouth to her clitoris. Tangling her claws into his scalp, he yelped as he felt blood drip to his ear. God help him. He wanted her to beat and whip him into submission. He desired and was addicted to the painful pleasure she was bestowing upon him. He could not help himself. He would follow her anywhere and do anything for her.
Chapter Eleven
Rose was seated at the breakfast table across from the countess, who was tightly smiling at her daughter, who looked as if she had stayed up the whole of the night crying. From what Rose could garner, the newly married daughter had just found out about her husband’s latest indiscretion.
“Anuria, dear, you must stop. He will come to his senses, and your marriage will come through this crisis,” the countess stated.
“Mother we should not discuss this in front of Rose. This is a private matter.”
Not wanting to see the family turmoil, she asked to be excused to go to her room. As she walked the hallway to ready for her day, she remembered the conversation William and her had last evening, and with the display at the breakfast table this morning, she wanted to marry someone who loved her and could not possibly go to another woman’s bed.
Later in the day, after she took a morning ride with the countess and her daughter, she went to her room for a respite. She was exhausted from her thinking. She refused to believe that she could possibly consider marriage to William. His refusal to love her as she wanted to be loved was the best reason of all. However, there were other strong reasons not to wed the vampire. He was jaded, and he had been badly spurned in the past. What if he was still in love with his dead lover?
She was unwilling to take that chance. She did indeed have feelings for the man. However, he had broken her young heart to splinters before, but now she was wiser. She would not marry the duke. No matter, how much she wanted his cock within her mouth!
The evening was to be calm, for there were no parties to attend, so she propped her feet up and dived into a book. However, she was called upon twenty minutes after the sun went down.
She was just expressing her good evening wishes to Anuria when William came into the room, followed by the countess and the viscount. The room seemed to shrink around the duke. She even heard Anuria gasp. Feeling annoyed at the other girl, she plastered a fake smile to her lips and curtsied to the man.
“Anuria let me introduce an old friend of my family, His Grace William Arthur Huntington, the Duke of Edington. William this is Lady Shelburne.”
He walked over to the dark-haired twittering girl, and said, “I do believe we met at your coming out, last season. I know your husband as well. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance again”
“Aye, your grace, we met at my coming-out ball. I remember your striking voice.” She giggled.
Feeling strangely upset, Rose moved in between them and stated, “How may we help you, your grace? It is a little late in the evening, and I am quite certain the Trentons planned on an early evening.”
Anuria flipped her eyes. “I am willing to stay up for a while longer while the duke is in our home. I am certain he did not come here just to leave within moments of his arrival.”
Rose watched in fascination as the girl came as close to William as second skin. The countess intervened to clearly stop her daughter.
“Dear, you have matters to discuss with us, and I am sure his grace came here to see how Rose is fairing. Do you not agree, darling?” she asked the viscount.
“Indeed, Christina, we may visit with the duke for a time, and then we must be off. You have an appointment to keep tomorrow morning.” He seemed to end with a warning.
Anuria straightened her spine and sat upon the settee in almost a huff. Rose sat on a seat across from William as the men went through their day’s events with the countess.
Anuria giggled through the conversation and that set Rose’s teeth on an edge. The chit was impossible. It was no wonder her husband was a cad and a rake.
So it went for thirty minutes, until the family bid the duke a restful evening, and explained to Rose she could keep company with the duke for precisely another thirty minutes.
As the family left the room, William immediately closed the door and clouded the home with a haze of exhaustion. It was clear they were to talk of serious matters once again. The ability to cloud a whole household came with experience, practice, and age. Which meant the man was in earnest.
“Your grace, why must you continue in the foolish ploy when we both know you deplore the idea of marriage? I have no understanding of why you would want to live the rest of my life in misery? For we…”
He stopped her mid-sentence with a hand in the air. The argument had been stated previously, and it was plain to Rose that William found that it was a weak quarrel.
“I did not come here to row with you, sunshine. I came here to apologize and begin anew.” She looked at him with skepticism. He wanted to begin anew?
“What are you about, your grace?” she asked.
He looked at her in complete innocence. “We have been friends before, we can be so again, and with that said, I want for you to have this.”
He then produced a necklace that was so beautiful she almost had to catch her escaping breath. It was a silver chain attached to a small diamond. It was simple in design, yet so lovely that it caught one’s eye immediately. However, she knew instantly his secretary picked it out, just as the brooch came from the secretary.
“Thank you, your grace. However, I cannot accept your gift.”
“Why not, my lady? It is a token of my esteem. And friends do grace each other with gifts.”
Sighing she countered, “Your grace, I cannot accept your bequest simply because it is not of your esteem, but of your money clip. Your secretary picked this out for you.”
Her words seemed to stun him into silence, until he unhooked his jaw. “You cannot possibly know that, sweeting, and what of the fact that my secretary may or may not have picked the necklace? I do not understand the difference.”
He did not fathom many things, and that was why they could not possibly continue as friends, and definitely not as lovers.
“I see, your grace. A man of your station should not purchase gifts for friends. I
have known for a time that the gifts you have given me were chosen by your employees. Just as the brooch was chosen to mark my eighteenth birthday. I will, however, state again that I must refuse your offering. I thank you for the sentiment behind it, but as Lord Shelton and I are practically…” She stopped at the glare in his eyes.
“You are practically what, Rose?”
Knowing better than to bait William with Lord Shelton, she thought quickly to change the subject. It would not do to have an enraged vampire in the home. No ideas came to mind as she watched the haze of red enter the duke’s eyes.
Words stalled in her throat as the room seemed to spin. The duke was at her side in seconds in a blur of wind. She choked out a plea to him, as he grabbed her upper arms in a tight embrace that was unbreakable.
“Rose, if you tell me that Lord Shelton has proposed to you and you have accepted, then he is a dead man,” he simply stated.
Feeling terrified and lustful she gasped out, “He has not asked formally. However, he has made his intentions clear.”
Hearing a growl come from William’s throat, she rushed out of his arms toward the door. It took but an instant for him to pin her up against the doorframe. It was shocking to have him flat against her chest, and feel the cool hard back of the door. His breathing was as labored as hers. Her breasts heaved under the hard plains of his well-muscled chest.
William was raised a knight’s son, a warrior, and it was clear to Rose that when he had been crossed, his well-defined body came across with him.
“William, please…” she gasped.
His mouth came down punishingly upon hers. It was a kiss of surrender, a kiss of master to his subservient. What was meant to be a lesson turned into an inferno, which seemed to burn them both. It was madness. She knew she did not want to marry him, but it was clear to her trembling body that she wanted his cock deep inside of her, penetrating her, whilst he took blood from her throat, bringing her to shattering orgasm. She felt a groan resonate far down within his gut.
He pulled his lips from her mouth to trail kisses along her breast line, he then stated, “I want that too, sweeting.”
Feeling suddenly exposed, she had no idea she had opened her mind up to him completely.
“Do not think, Rose, just feel. Feel me coming to you, stirring you, having my erection plunge deeply into your tight, wet cunt. Can he make you feel this way? Is it possible for the pup Farnsworth to make you lose your mind in passion?”
Feeling suddenly cornered, she reared her head wholly back and pulled his hair away from her quivering breasts and looked deeply into his eyes.
“You came here to profess friendship, offer me a gift of your esteem, and then finally corner me against a door to make love to me? We are not in your home, your grace. We are in the Trentons’ home, and you are being entirely inappropriate. You must detach yourself from my person before we cause a scandal.”
She finished her lecture with a sigh, as he removed himself from her. He seemed to come to his senses as she straightened her dress to cover her partially exposed bosom.
Running his fingers through his hair, he stepped fully away from her, as she came from the door. “Good night, your grace.”
She quit the room as quickly as she could, and ran for her bedchamber.
* * * *
Minutes after Rose had fled the room, William was still in the parlor trying to bring his lust and anger under control. Why had he brought Farnsworth into the conversation? Well, it wasn’t really a conversation. He was trying to seduce Rose. His plan went drastically awry when he smelled her cum in the air, and heard her thoughts. He was powerless to stop the monster within when it came to his sweeting.
His cock was still as hard as a board, and it showed no signs of deterring any time soon. It was an astonishing experience to realize that one woman could claim his attention thus, to feel out of control, when he was used to absolute control.
He wanted her beautiful young body more than he wanted his next drop of blood. He could do without most things in his life, but the thought of never sharing an orgasm with her was unacceptable. And the possibility of her marrying the marquis was just as intolerable. She seemed to be a slip of a chit, yet she was his utter desire.
William had faced knights and warriors, the wrath of his father. The sickening tortures he imposed on strangers, the murder and betrayal of the woman he loved. However, those experiences paled in comparison to the prospect of never sharing intimacy again. Even the thought of losing his friendship with Gabriel seemed unimportant.
Realizing suddenly he was still in the Trenton’s parlor, he quit the room and found the Butler at the end of the hall. He excused himself, planted a memory of Rose showing him to the door looking proper, and then himself leaving by carriage.
As William transported himself home, he had an idea to ask if his favorite shop stayed open past regular hours, so he could find another gift on his own, something that meant something to him, and hopefully garner Rose’s affections back.
He wanted the chit, and he was willing to be a gentleman to receive her, even though it was the cad inside of him that wanted her naked and writhing, and screaming her pleasure as she milked his cock and his fangs pierced her breast, drawing forth the sweetest blood he had ever tasted. And when he was done, he would go to her father and reason with him.
Chapter Twelve
The Trentons’ townhome
Rose was tired and upset from the previous evening’s events and the discussion of the day. It was mid-afternoon, and she was ready to tear Anuria’s hair out. The married woman was obviously smitten with William. She did not want to examine too closely why she was upset over the other woman’s questions about her father’s friend. It was just too maddening.
“So you say he is an old friend of your father’s, and he is not currently courting another woman?” she asked Rose.
Feeling her patience snap she replied, “Why, Anuria? You are a married woman, with a husband. I am unclear as to your intentions toward his grace.”
Watching the girl’s cheeks rise with heat, she replied tersely, “You may not be married, and know nothing of noblemen within society, but that does not stop one from carrying on a relationship outside of the marriage bed. You need to understand the ways of this society if you wish to marry into the ton.”
With that harsh statement in the air, the other woman quit the room in a huff.
Feeling her heart smash for the other woman who was obviously hurt by her husband’s actions, she decided to calm her temper toward her, and realize she was not exactly interested in William. She was absorbed in hurting her husband as he had wounded her.
Trying to rein in her irritation, she walked into her room to ready for her phaeton ride with Lord Shelton. Feeling awkward about the marquis, she dressed in her best day attire with the help of her maid, and then set to wait for his arrival.
Lord Shelton made his appearance precisely an hour before dinner was supposed to be served. He was late, and he apologized for his delay.
“I must apologize, Rose. I was delayed by a meeting. I hope you are all right with a quick phaeton ride?”
“I am indeed, my lord.” She sighed.
He looked at her closely. “Is something amiss, my lady?”
She could not possibly tell him that she was upset over William, so she replied, “I am not feeling my best, Nigel.”
“You are unwell? I shall take you back home at once. You should have expressed to me that you were ill.”
As he said the words, he pulled the phaeton around quite nicely and took her home.
She thanked the stars that he was taking her home. She was indeed becoming ill, and she wanted to lie down upon her bed and seek the oblivion of sleep. He helped her dismount, kissed her glove-covered hand, and bid her a good rest.
She walked through the house and did not see a single soul, for which she was grateful.
Her bed looked a welcome sight once she entered her room. She slipped out of her dress
with little thought and lay upon the cool sheets. Her last thoughts were of William and the warm feelings he incited within her. Love was slowly creeping into her heart. Try as she may she still had some feelings for the rogue vampire.
* * * *
His grace Edington’s townhome
As William awoke with the setting sun, his first thought was of Rose. Her hair, smile, taste, and just about every other enduring quality she possessed. He hungered to be in her company again. It would seem that she was his new madness, and he was unwilling to give her up.
He imagined her as she was on the night he took her innocence. She was an avid lover, willing to experience the shattering orgasm he could give them both. He had never experienced such a coupling before in his two hundred years.
His wondering brought him to her acceptance of his kiss, as he massaged her breasts in turn. She would gasp her pleasure as he tripped his fingers up her thighs to meet her wet swollen pussy. Her clitoris would be quivering for his thumb, lips, and then tongue. Her snatch would taste like honey and milk. He would revel in her excitement as he brought her to an orgasm that would pour cum from her cunt, onto his lips.
As he brought forth the last of her quivering, he would have slid up her body and entered her swiftly and ravaged her until he pumped every last bit of his energy into her.
As she climaxed, he would take blood from her breast bringing forth another bathing of her sweet cum onto his cock, bringing his own orgasm forth.
They would meld into each other’s arms all night long until she was too exhausted to stay awake during the day, and he found the sleep of his kind. Moments of pleasurable musings turned into a few hours of erotic wakeful dreams.
