Blood Rose Tales Box Set

by Caris Roane

  Yet her rational side kept asking the question, but how could this end well given that Willem had never once made a serious commitment to any woman he’d dated?

  As he lit the fire, she took in his broad shoulders, narrow hips and once again his firm backside. She was reminded all over again that he worked out and that he’d served as a Guardsman. But he was more than just a vampire, he was a mastyr vampire and suffered from chronic blood starving. Was it her imagination, or did her heart feel laden as she watched him. And just like that, the new and very strange fae-ish part of her once more vibrated softly and this time she could feel his starvation, that even now his stomach cramped, causing him pain, a condition all mastyr vampires suffered from.

  And she wanted more than anything in the world right now to ease that suffering.

  He lit an already well-stacked fire, built at the base with kindling and paper. Within a very short time, flames licked around several logs. A beautiful flickering light filled the space and the image came into her head of seeing Willem’s powerful body dappled with firelight. For a moment, she honestly wasn’t sure whether it was her vivid imagination or an actual fae manifestation. She decided it was the former and laughed at herself.

  Two long French doors flanked each side of the fireplace. “How would you feel if I opened the door?”

  He glanced up at her from the hearth. “Both fire and wind? Two elements alive in a room I’m sharing with you?”

  Her thoughts were so similar that her chest started aching all over again. “Exactly.”

  “If it pleases you, it will make me happy.” Could he have spoken better words?

  She opened the door wide. Cool, sea air blew over her and she inhaled deeply. She knew that from this point forward, the sea would always remind her of Willem and this night.

  He rose and smiled. “I want both as well, the light and heat from the fire, then all this fresh air. We must be the same in that way. I love the way the ocean smells.”

  “So do I.” He couldn’t know that she was referring to him.

  With mounting desire, she made a decision that set her heart pounding all over again.

  When he started moving in her direction, she lifted her hand. “Stay right there, Willem. I want to do something for you.”

  He stopped abruptly, but his smile broadened. “Anything you say.” His voice dropped to a lower timbre. “I admit I’m intrigued.”

  His eyes flared as her hands dipped to the bottom of her tank top. Slowly, she lifted it up, removing it to reveal her low-cut, black lace bra. She then unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She wore only a matching lace thong, the barest triangle of black fabric.

  He remained in front of the fire. Its glow flickered over his arms, neck, and face. The uneven light enhanced his fierce look.

  “Your turn.” Would he take the hint, because saying more as in asking him to take off his clothes would probably have turned her cheeks bright red.

  But a slow smile crossed Willem’s lips as he pulled his black t-shirt out of his slacks.

  He lifted his shirt over his head, revealing ripped, heavy pecs. His arms were corded and powerful. His shoulders had so much definition that for a long time, her gaze skated back and forth as though mesmerized, uncertain where to land. He stayed where he was as well, letting her look.

  He proved leaner than she expected, which gave him a tough, seasoned look. It suited the warrior he was, that he’d been battling for a long time against evil in his realm. The tips of her fingers itched to touch him.

  She ached deep inside, her need for him growing. And the part of her that apparently wanted to be fae vibrated to life, a very soft flow of waves at the seat of her soul. She still couldn’t believe this was happening to her. “Can you feel that, Willem?”

  He nodded. “A very faint fae-ish frequency coming from you.”

  “It’s wonderful.” She wanted this moment to last, this first time with Willem. When he began to move toward her, a shiver went through her. He’d be touching her soon.

  When he drew close, he took her arms in his hands, his gaze falling down the line of her cleavage. He dipped and kissed each mound. She gasped softly as her body lit up with the simple feel of his warm lips on her skin.

  He stroked up and down her arms and kissed her breasts. Because his head was bent, she had a view of his back and each defined muscle. With trembling fingers, she glided her hands over his massive shoulders, watching her hands rise and fall with the dips and swells of his physique. She’d imagined this as well, late at night, in bed alone. She’d never been with such a muscular man before and desire flowed once more.

  The moment his lips slid over the lace and found a peaked nipple, she moaned. He took the lace and her breast in his mouth and suckled, his hands gliding around her back.

  Slipping into telepathy, she pathed, Willem, I want more.

  I’ll give you anything you want. He rose up, pushing her hair behind her ears. Instead of kissing her, though, he licked a line up her left ear, all the way to the top where he flicked his tongue back and forth.

  The intensity of her response caused her to grow very still. She’d had no idea that the top of her ear was so sensitive. Desire rippled through her, something he must have sensed because he took the tip in his mouth and sucked with shallow pulls of his lips.

  She groaned, unable to believe how good it felt. Aloud, she said, “Willem, that’s incredible. I had no idea.” Even her knees felt watery.

  “The tips of your ears are unusually sensitive for a human. I’d have to say this is definitely a fae reaction.” He drew back to look at her. “I really am wondering if you’re part fae?”

  “I don’t know. I suppose it’s possible that one of your people found Tennessee a few decades ago, before the realm world became known to us.”

  He cupped her face and smiled. “Well, whatever is going on, I’m loving this.”

  “Me, too.”

  He kissed her, holding her face gently in his hands. He was incredibly tender with her.

  He then unbuckled his pants, afterward moving to sit on the bench at the foot of the bed. He took off his boots and set them to the side of the bench, finally standing up to lose his pants and briefs.

  Instead of moving in her direction, however, he sat back down on the bench and held his fully-erect cock in his hand and slowly stroked himself. She understood the invitation for exactly what it was — to come and explore — and a full-body shiver ripped through her.

  She thought nothing could have been more erotic in that moment than the sight of him, thumbing his darkening crown, playing with the sensitive ridge. She rimmed her lips with her tongue, which brought an answering seductive smile.

  “Come here.” His voice was a deep command.

  And she wanted to obey. But first she had a small task to perform.

  * * * * * * * * *

  Willem watched as Charlotte moved to the chair now holding his clothes. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, draping it over his briefs. She seemed so at ease, so comfortable with him and with what they were about to do.

  When she turned toward him, he decided he’d never seen more beautiful breasts, full and weighted at the bottom. Her nipples were beaded in the night air and he wanted his mouth on them again. They swayed as she dipped down to remove her thong. She had an auburn landing strip and her pale skin almost glowed as she began moving in his direction, the firelight casting a red-gold glimmer over her skin.

  He spread his legs further, giving her access as she moved between.

  Sliding his hands around her narrow waist and caressing her, he pulled her close. Her breasts were at the right height as he drew a nipple into his mouth once more. He closed his eyes, savoring the feel of the swollen, firm tip against his tongue, playing over it repeatedly. He loved how quickly she responded, her moans filling the air, her body in a constant state of motion. Her hands found his hair, his neck, his shoulders. She arched her back and pressed more of her breast aga
inst his face, a sensation that kept him stiff and upright.

  As he continued to plunder her breast, she gasped and cried out.

  He decided to give her the special kind of thrill that only men of his world could deliver and sent a vibration flowing through his tongue and mouth. As he sucked, the same vibration poured over her breast.

  She cried out long and loud, pathing, I swear I could come like this. Willem, my God.

  He shifted just a little and while holding her steady with one hand at her back, with his other hand he began to stroke her cleft. I can bring you like this.

  Yes. Her voice, even within his mind, sounded hoarse with need.

  He sustained the vibration against her breast, then sent a new frequency rippling through his fingers and into her clitoris. She shouted and spread her legs for him.

  More, she cried out within his mind.

  He cupped her and let the vibration spread, then kneaded her flesh. He sucked her breast hard and fast with his mouth and increased the rhythm of his hand between her legs.

  Her hips rolled against his hand; her upper body curled over him. He felt her tension and her cries told him how close she was.

  The vibrations are amazing.

  Come for me, Charlotte. He commanded her mind-to-mind. Come, now.

  Her cries took on a plaintive sound so that he knew she was in the grip of an orgasm. He sustained both vibrations, as well as the suckling of his lips and the movement of his fingers. Her hips writhed against him over and over.

  She cried out a second time, her entire body trembling as a new layer of ecstasy took hold of her. He stayed with her, the vibrations flowing, until at last her body grew lax.

  She breathed hard.

  He drew back to look at her. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, her breasts rising and falling, her nipples in stiff peaks.

  After a moment, she opened her eyes and met his gaze. “That was wonderful. I’ve never felt vibrations like that before.”

  “Good.” He was damned pleased that her previous boyfriends hadn’t had his level of ability. “And there’s more.”

  Her gaze fell to his upright cock. Once more, her tongue made an appearance as she rimmed her lips.

  He released her and leaned back against the end of the bed. He curled his hips, which thrust his cock toward her.

  She slowly descended to her knees in front of him. With her hands on his thighs, she rubbed back and forth, then glided her fingers up his abdomen caressing him everywhere but on his cock.

  The anticipation had his hips thrusting steadily now, trying to reach her mouth, but she wouldn’t be rushed. He sensed her desire building again as her fingers drifted upward and found his nipples and thick pecs.

  Slowly, she felt him up, playing with him. She held his gaze. “I want to feel a vibration in my mouth. Can you do that, Willem? When I’m sucking you, can you give me that same vibration, but against my tongue this time?”

  He nodded, his own breath hard to come by.

  She lowered her head, her hands continuing to fondle his pecs.

  He closed his eyes and waited.

  He felt her breath first then the touch of her lips and the tip of her tongue at the same time. She flicked him and kissed him at first, then slowly began taking his crown inside until she surrounded him to the ridge.

  Small gasps of air left his mouth as she sucked oh-so-gently and at the same time moved her tongue across the sensitive opening.

  She surrounded the base of his stalk with one hand and with the other, she drifted low to fondle him. She seemed to take pleasure in every part of his cock, his balls, the insides of his thighs, his trimmed pubic hair.

  She sucked steadily now, her hand gently gliding up and down.

  Her voice pierced his mind. Willem, give me what I want, what I asked for.

  Willem wasn’t sure how much he could take, but he wanted her to feel what he could give her between her legs. He let his sexual vibration flow through his cock. His pleasure was so profound that he had a hard time not exploding then and there.

  “Charlotte, sweet Goddess—”

  Willem, there’s so much pleasure in my mouth right now. Your vibration against my tongue reaches deep inside me. I can’t believe this. So much pleasure. And I love sucking you.

  Maybe it was her voice in his head, he wasn’t sure, but he reached his limit suddenly and caught her hand, pulling it away from his cock.

  She understood and released her mouth at the same time.

  He sat very still, breathing hard, staying in control. “I’m enjoying this so much, Charlotte.”

  “Me, too.”

  He drew her up to kiss her hard on the lips. I want you in bed, driving into you.

  She pulled back and rose to her feet. “Will you feed from me, Willem? Can we do that now? I want you to feed from me so much. And if you only knew what you smell like right now, like the ocean and a fragrant cologne combined.”

  He groaned as he stood up. “I can smell your blood and I want to find out if it tastes like your floral scent, like wisteria.”

  “Is that what I smell like to you?”

  He nodded, catching her hand once more and guiding her to the side of the bed. With his free hand, he flipped the covers back.

  “How do you want me?” she asked.

  His voice was gravelly. “On your back.”

  He heard her quick intake of breath as she stretched out like a feast before him. With her hands on her lower abdomen, she slowly spread her legs, her hips arching.

  The sweet scent of her aroused him all over again, teasing his senses.

  He kissed up the insides of her thighs, plucking with his lips, tasting her with his tongue. As much as he wanted to feed, he lingered between her legs, searching through her folds, kissing and gently sucking her in turns.

  Her hips rolled encouraging him to work her low.

  “Willem.” Her hoarse voice filled the air.

  As he licked her between her legs, he watched her push her hair away from her throat and angle her head.

  “I need you here, at my throat, drinking from me. Please. I can’t explain it, but I need your fangs.”

  His body trembled as his fangs descended. His gaze became fixed on her throat.

  “I’ll give you what you need.”

  * * * * * * * * *

  Charlotte was desperate. She had no other word for the sensation. Her heart felt weighed down, needing a release of its own. Willem rose and flattened his tongue against her neck, stroking her skin in a long glide up her throat.

  Her vein throbbed deeply, rising to meet Willem’s tongue, a strange sensation all in itself. His hips ground into her as his voice penetrated her mind. I need to be inside you. Are you ready, Charlotte? I don’t want to hurt you.

  She understood his concern; he was a big man. And he sounded almost as desperate as she felt.

  She guided his cock to her entrance. Yes, please, Willem. Do it now. I’m ready for you.

  He began to push and she let out a lusty cry because he felt so good gliding along her streaming pathway.

  She wanted to see his fangs. “Let me look at you.”

  He lifted up on his elbows, his eyes narrowed as though experiencing exquisite pleasure. He groaned. “It’s never been like this. I swear it.”

  The tips of his fangs showed causing her to clench deep inside.

  “I know what you mean.”

  He slowly rolled his hips, pushing his cock in, then pulling back, each stroke like heaven. He was breathing hard and once he was fully seated, his fangs emerged in full.

  She cried out, then tilted her head again. “Do it.”

  He shifted, licked her throat one last time.

  Ready, Charlotte?

  God, yes.”

  The quick strike wasn’t anything like she’d expected. She’d thought pain would be involved. Instead, pleasure rushed through her in a quick jarring flow so that she moaned heavily.

  When he withdrew his fangs and started t
o suck, her hips thrust against him. She needed to feel him both places at once.

  He groaned as he drank down her blood. Charlotte you taste like all the mysteries of life, every sweet thing I’ve ever known or dreamed of. Your blood has the flavor of your scent, a rich floral.

  The images, the feel of him driving into her, the sucking sounds at her neck, all filled her with profound euphoria.

  She felt like she was floating inside a dream and never wanted to wake up. She had a sense of the mysterious as well, that as he drank from her, he was showing her the world, how it ought to be, how incredible the journey of life was.

  Pleasure swelled through her entire body in a single heavy wave, rising higher and higher. I’m coming, Willem, right now.

  She opened her mouth and let her voice give expression to the ecstasy that flowed through her well, rushing up through her body, expanding through every cell. She decided in this moment that she’d never really had sex before, and she wanted to go on having sex with Willem for the next thousand years.

  The wave peaked and she could hardly breathe. She wanted to tell him how wonderful it was, but no other sound would leave her throat. At the same time, she knew it wasn’t over. As he drove faster now and continued to drink from her throat, she felt another wave of pleasure sitting just off shore. Her whole body trembled with anticipation.

  This time, the strange, fae-ish vibration she’d felt earlier returned.

  Charlotte, my God, what are you doing? You’re surrounding my cock with a vibration.

  I don’t know what this is.

  It’s the same vibration? he asked.

  Yes, and it feels really good inside me. She glided her hands up and down his back, savoring his thick muscles.

  He released her neck, licking the apertures in order to seal them, then rose up on his elbows to look down at her.

  She caressed his face. “I can see my blood on your lips.”

  He nodded slowly. “Thank you for sharing with me.” His voice sounded like it had been pummeled. “Can you come again, Charlotte?”