by Aubrey Brown
William looked to the pup of a marquis and gave him veiled threats with his eyes, and then walked over to the corner seemingly to watch as she complained to the countess.
“Christina, I do not feel well. I have a terrible headache, and I am about to lose the contents of my stomach,” she complained. Which, in fact, was vastly coming true. She was ready to vomit.
“I will call for the carriage at once. We will come with you, as Anuria is unwell also.”
Rose waited with a miserable Lady Shelburne and a tight-lipped Trenton couple. It had turned into a terrible evening from which Rose was ready for a respite. Even Lord Shelton seemed distressed, for he was readying to leave as well.
As they entered the carriage and made their way home, Rose felt impending doom lay heavily inside of her belly. William was coming to speak with her. She did not want to talk with the duke. Her tender heart was broken into tiny pieces.
When the vehicle finally came to a stop in front of the home, she was helped out by a footman. She expressed her thanks to the couple and quickly went to her room, where Roselyn helped her out of her frock and into her night rail. When the lights were extinguished, she sat to wait for William.
* * * *
Outside the Trenton townhome
William floated above the home as mist to wait until he could go into Rose’s room. It was time they had an understanding. He was tired of trying to court her and being a gentleman when all he wanted to do was whisk her away and make love to her until she knew she was to be his forever.
He waited the hour and went into her room, where the candles were extinguished, but he could see her delectable profile perfectly.
He walked over to the bed and sat next to her. He sensed her heart pick up, and her breathing elevate. She was nervous and scared. He did not want her thus. He wanted her calm and collected for this conversation.
She tensed as he moved as close to her as he could, his hip bumping against hers.
He leaned over to her ear and whispered, “This must stop, Rose. We both know that it is inevitable that we wed. I have taken your innocence, and will continue to do so, because it would seem we cannot help ourselves. For example, right now, we are having a serious discussion, but your smell has my cock so hard that I am willing to do just about anything to have you.”
His words elicited a moan from Rose, and the smell of her initial cum hit his nostrils.
He nipped at her earlobe. “I can smell that my words have had the same influence upon you as well,”
Rose groaned as his breathy kisses began a line down her tender throat. He licked the side of her neck where her pulse beat and in reaction, he watched as her hands tightened into her skirts.
Suddenly, he did not want to make love to her here. He wanted to see her, and hear her moan and her pleas of pleasure.
He placed his hands upon her shoulders and transported them to his home. Rose immediately backed away from him and said, “Why did you bring me here, William? You said we were to talk.”
She hit the cool wall of his sleeping chamber with lust in her eyes. It was clear to William that she was not only lying to him, but herself.
“We both know why we came here, sweeting. I am willing to speak with you, but I do know that I wanted to talk without whispering, and here in my chamber we can talk as we wish.”
Her shoulders slumped. “Why, William, why do you persist? It is clear to me that you do not really wish to wed me. I caught you only moments ago kissing another woman.”
“I explained to you about the incident. Well, Anuria did, and I expect you to understand what happened.”
“And what, sunshine?” he asked.
Her shoulders shook as the tears she tried to keep at bay flowed freely.
William cursed as he saw tears run down her beautiful face. He walked over to where she stood and took her trembling body into his arms and cooed to her, “I promise, Rose, that will never happen. I think about the future and all I see is you. I cannot imagine another woman in my home, in my arms, serving as my duchess. I know it seems incredible, but I do want to marry you. More than I have ever wanted any other thing in my existence, so much so that I am willing to cross you to share an eternity with you. I want so badly to go to your father now and ask for your hand.”
Her eyes levered up to meet his. Her breathing slowed, and she stiffened to try to move away from him. Why she was trying to retreat, he had no idea, but he could not let her go. He needed her more than he was willing to examine.
“Rose…”
She started to beat her hands against his chest. “Let me go! Release me now. I hate you. I hate you.”
Crying buckets of tears had taken its toll upon her, and he held her rigid in his arms. Seeking her mouth, he compressed his mouth upon her salty lips. He swallowed her moan and felt her go instantly limp in his arms. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, and he knew she was his forever.
It was a kiss of acceptance. It was a passionate release of her love for him. Moving his mouth away from hers, he demanded, “Say it, sweeting. Say it.”
She crumpled in his arms and cried, “I love you! I love you, more than anyone, and I am dying inside because I know you do not love me in return. And my father will know that.”
Groaning in emotional pain he replied, “I cannot live without you, sunshine. I want to spend eternity with you. Can you not accept that and marry me? I want you with me every moment. I want to wake from my sleep to find you by my side. I want to secure you so closely to me that you cannot leave for any reason!”
She looked into his eyes and hesitated and then a miracle came upon him.
She replied, “I am afraid that you will hurt me again, William. However, the thought of living without you hurts me more than the thought of you turning away from me someday. I will marry you, William. Just please try not to hurt me.”
He grasped her head to his dead heart. “I will never give you a reason to cry ever again, love. Thank you.”
His own eyes began to run with tears as he finally had his future wife in his arms.
He floated their still-clasped bodies to his bed. He removed their clothing with a thought and lay next to her shaking, naked body upon the cool sheets.
He kissed her lips as if he needed them to survive. He moved his nipping teeth to her neck, as she rolled her hips against his naked cock. He gasped as she moved her hand between their bodies to grasp his erection. She moved her hand upon him and rotated her palm, so he would receive such pleasure from her.
“Ah, Rose, please, sweeting.”
She moved her body down his belly. He watched as her golden hair trailed across his hips. It was the most erotic image he had ever conjured. She was alive and warm and willing.
She placed her lips to his tip, and he had to force his body to lie flat upon the bed and not buck into her mouth.
She then licked him like a sweet treat, and he moaned at the feeling she elicited. It was an incredible sensation to have her tongue against his cock. She then swallowed him whole, her teeth kept aside so he could feel the suction of her cheeks. He nearly came from the warmth and tightness he felt.
Grasping her hair, he pulled her body up to his and placed his mouth upon her lips and positioned her above him, to receive his massive cock.
“William?”
He assumed she was asking him what to do, since this was her first time taking the lead.
“I will place the head of my cock near your pussy. I need for you to take me inside of you, and then ride me as if I am a stallion between your thighs.”
Her eyes widening in wonder, he placed his moist-tipped penis into her cunt and felt her inner muscles close around him. He hissed at the feeling. It was heaven on earth. He had never felt this way even with the most experienced courtesans.
She slowly seated herself fully upon him, and experimented with her hips. She thrashed her hips upon his, which in return gave him her initial cum.
Her excitement of being on top of him made her e
ven wetter, and he could grasp her hips and move her in a way that felt the most sensual.
His pelvic bone hit her in just the right spot, and her swollen clitoris quivered at the sensation. “Rose, take me faster and harder, sweeting. Make me labor for this,” he pleaded.
Her glorious eyes dilated as she smiled a small grin of power. She must have loved to see him thus, under her, begging her for a release.
She moved harder and faster atop him. Her nails grasped his muscled chest, and if he were human and prone to pain, he would have moaned at the exciting painful pleasure. He bucked his hips under her again, and seated himself against her womb.
“Oh dear God, William, it feels so wonderful. It seems to be better each time.” He thought the sentiment was accurate, for he felt the same way.
“Ah, sweeting, come for me,” he begged.
Working as hard and as fast as she could, with her bountiful breasts bouncing in front of him, he had no choice but to capture the very end of her nipple and suckle at her. He felt her inner muscles tighten on his cock, and he cursed at the fact that he was close to coming within her.
He wanted to prolong their time together. He wanted to make love to her for hours. However, when she had an orgasm and bathed his cock in cum, he let go and joined her in the pinnacle of their mutual bliss.
She then slumped down atop his heaving chest and snuggled into his flesh. William touched her mind with his, and she allowed him entrance.
Thank you, sweeting, your acceptance of my proposal is precious to me.
I have but one concern, William.
And what would that be, love?
‘That would be my father and my mother, and their reaction to our engagement.”
He stiffened in her arms and then relaxed slightly when she began to run the tips of her delicate fingers along his cheek.
He looked down to her prone body and said aloud, “We will present a united front in our desire to marry, and talk with your parents reasonably. Your father may not understand in the beginning, but he eventually will.”
She relaxed back into his embrace and dozed lightly. William pulled the covers over her cooling body and sighed. He just hoped he was correct.
* * * *
A lord’s town home
Nigel’s anger threatened to bubble over. What did the other man think he was doing threatening a fellow peer?
The violence inside of him was building to the point at which he could hardly contain himself. He had just sent his lover away in a fit of temper.
He was wearing a line into his expensive rug as he devised a plan to bring Rose to him. He spent too much time courting her to let the other man have her. He would take her to Gretna Green if needed. His time was running out. The season was coming to a close.
Sitting down upon his mattress he began to plan.
* * * *
A home outside of London
“Please, mistress, let me come. I am ready to explode!”
“You may come when I say you can come!”
He was pumping into her as hard as he could to satisfy her lust. He tried to stay away from her this evening. He did not want to continue with his affair. Inside of himself, he knew he wanted to be with his wife. However, she called to him, and her red as hellfire eyes enchanted him to the point of madness.
“Prove to me you would like to come. I want you to dispatch the girl. I want for him to pay!” He had no other choice. He was in sincere, pleasurable pain, so he cried out, “Yes, dear God yes!”
He then felt the stinging pain of her unholy bite, which brought him to an explosive orgasm.
Chapter Fifteen
Rose awoke a few hours later in the dead of the night to William’s wandering hands. She moaned as he slipped his fingers to her breasts to pluck her nipples as if she was an instrument. He was lying behind her, so he could easily move her thigh atop of his.
She groaned as he tripped his hand down her belly to open her pussy. She was already wet from their earlier coupling and becoming wetter because of his ministrations. It was glorious to feel his fingers upon her clitoris.
She thought of the fact that he would be making love to her forever. They had yet to discuss when he would cross her over to be one of the undead, but she was satisfied with her situation at the moment. Plus they had her parents to contend with. The episode could go one of two ways. They would either accept her and William as a couple, or her father would go mad with anger, and she would be forced to choose.
Her focus shifted from her thoughts to William massaging her swollen clitoris. He was masterful with his fiery touch. She had never imagined that making love could feel this way. It was a wonder that every debutant did not find herself unwed and pregnant, for intercourse was divine.
“Oh, William…”
She could not finish her thought, for his fingers entered her wet snatch to create havoc within her. His teeth began to nip at the side of her neck.
“Do you need to feed?” she asked.
“I am hungry for your body and blood, Rose. Only yours, so aye, I need to feed.”
Rose placed her hand to her golden hair and moved the mass to the side, fully exposing her long, elegant neck.
With a moan eliciting from William, he kissed and suckled her pulse before he gave her his vampire’s kiss. It was heaven on earth to feel him suckle her life’s force. His body began to warm as her blood began to pump within his veins.
Her body began to shake as her orgasm came to her in tormented waves. As she convulsed, she felt his cock enter her from behind, and him hiss at the tight coupling. He pumped with her snatch several hard times before another orgasm rippled through her, bathing his massive erection in her cum.
“Ah, Rose! You are clever, girl,” he said, as he came inside her cunt.
A while later, she finally had the strength to move to face him and say, “You better take me to the viscount’s home. Sunrise will be here soon, and if I am not found within my sheets, they will send the bow street runners out to find me.”
“I loathe parting with you, but I fully agree. We will speak tomorrow evening on how we are to tell your parents, but at the moment, we will discuss a trip to visit them. The season is coming to an end, and we now have to plan a wedding.”
We, she thought. The single word sounded so wonderful to her that she threw her arms around him, and her naked form sent his cock to attention. It was another hour before he placed an extremely disheveled Rose into her room.
Morning came late to Rose the next day. She of course was awakened by her maid only to send her out with a complaint that she was still ill, when, in fact, she was exhausted and sore from her night with William.
The thought of William set her heart to flutter. She was to marry the duke in short time, for he did not want to be parted from her for long. He had explained that he was to come over this evening and take her to her parents’ home to tell them of their impending nuptials.
She was so nervous she was ready to vomit. She had no real idea what her father would say, but she hoped he was agreeable to the idea of her marrying his friend and once immortal enemy. She was not sure she could make a choice between the two men. Alternatively, she thought she could, but she was unsure how she would live without him in her life. She stayed inside the home all of the day, for the countess and viscount were at war with her daughter and the missing husband. Night fall would soon come, and Rose was looking forward to seeing William. She wished to feel his strong hands on her body once again.
* * * *
Halverson castle
“Gabriel! Her heart has stopped beating!” Emma screamed.
Gabriel came into Misses Greenleaf’s room to a stricken George, a weeping Beth in Emma’s arms, and a terrified James.
It would seem their governess and family member had perished. Walking over to his family, he took George by the shoulder and James by the hand and rolled them into a hug with a hysterical Beth in the middle.
“It is all right, Beth. We are a
family, and we will get through this crisis as such.” Beth had no words of reply for him, for she was being held tightly by her new mother. James was silently watching Emma hold Beth while tears ran down his cheeks.
George was the first to move away from the embrace. Wiping his eyes dry, he said, “I have much to do for her burial, my lord. I will go and make the arrangements.”
Gabriel stopped the older man with a hand upon his shoulder. “Spare no expense, George. She was family, and now she will be buried as such.”
Nodding his understanding, George left the room with his shoulders shaking in pain he was trying to conceal.
“I want Rose home with us. I miss her, and now that grandma is gone, I want for her to come home,” Beth stated in sobs.
Gabriel turned around to find his family still embraced together with James holding both Emma and Beth within his arms.
Gabriel looked to his wife and connected with her mind and spoke to only her.
“I will send for William now. I will explain to him that Misses Greenleaf has passed and to bring Rose here. We will wait for them to appear.”
He then looked to his children. “Indeed we will send for Rose. Until then, James, please take Beth from the room and distract her. As a matter of fact, it is well past her bed time. Can you please call a maid to ready her for bed, and then perhaps you can tell her tales that will bring her enough peace to sleep this night.”
James, who usually would have balked at the idea of spending time with his guardian’s adoptive daughter, dried his eyes, and smiled down to the green-eyed redhead. “Come, sprite, let us go to your room, where I will tell you the tale of the shoe-maker and his nightly helpers.”
Beth looked to James with a little less than her usual adoration. “Really? You will place me in bed, and read me a story?”
James swallowed hard. “Of course, sprite. Now come along, we must give Mummy and Daddy their space to send for Rose.”
