Arranged Marriage To The Rogue (Victorian Romance)

by Veronica Wilson

  The room was small, as were they all in this part of the hospital. Near the wall opposite the door was a single bed, and in it lay Dillon. Elbows outstretched, palms resting behind his head, he was covered only from the waist down. His chest and stomach were bare, representing a vision of masculine beauty. Now that he had been cleaned up, the golden shade of his hair was clearly visible, and it dropped down to the base of his neck, accentuating his regally elongated face. His crystal blue eyes had already been open when she came in, and her arrival was greeted with the raising of an eyebrow and a slight grin at the sides of his mouth.

  “Well, well, look at the angel that just flew in,” he commented in a voice that sounded like a subdued roar.

  “You don’t look too bad yourself, Mr. Myers,” Claudia retorted as she neared the bed, her every move causing her assets to jiggle. Slowly, she grabbed a small chair and put it next to the bed. It was reinforced, or else it would have been risky for her to use. Which doesn’t make it any more comfortable, she thought as she sat down.

  “You look especially good, considering the shape of all those people you were found with,” she said, pressing her point before Dillon had the chance to respond. “Mind telling me what your secret might be?”

  “I’d like to say ‘eating well and lots of exercise,’ but then that would be lying.” He grinned as he spoke, his head still resting back on his hands. “Truth is, not everyone can be me, which is a good thing, right? After all, too much of a high quality good tends to devalue it, don’t you think?”

  Now that’s just pushing it. I mean he’s hot, but damn!

  “So you’re telling me that you’ve survived the massacre by… being way too high quality to be grievously injured? And you also have no idea what happened out there, right?” While in the middle of her sentence Claudia realized that she’d forgotten to smile, so she rectified her mistake immediately. I just hope I don’t come off as too hostile.

  “That explanation, however unlikely, would make as much sense as anything else I can give you at the moment. As I’ve told the detective just a little while ago, I was at my office, doing some late-night work, when—“

  “That’s where the men were found, right? In your office, stacked around you and dying horribly, all mangled beyond repair? Please correct me if I’m wrong.”

  “That’s what I’ve been told, anyway. I… I’m afraid I can’t help you, erm, what did you say your name was?” His expression changed from contemplative to inquisitive within a split second.

  “I didn’t, handsome. I am Claudia Chase. In case it’s not obvious, I’m a nurse here. I’m the one who found out you were still alive last night.”

  “So it was you whose hand I felt through the fog, feeling around my six-pack?” Dillon appeared genuinely interested now. “It was the only thing I remember from the time I spent unconscious, and let me tell you, you have an extraordinary touch, Claudia.”

  “Th-thank you,” she forced herself to reply, well aware of the heat that expanded through her cheeks. At the same time, down between her legs, an entirely different sort of heat started expanding.

  “I’d like to feel it again someday,” he continued, obviously intrigued by her reaction to his compliment.

  Yeah, I’d like you to feel it right now, hotness. But the guards and the rest of the staff are so, so close…

  “I’m sure we can come to some sort of arrangement, Dillon,” Claudia responded after a couple of seconds of silence, having just barely managed to pull herself out of her own private world. “Right now, however, something like that would be difficult, with the policemen outside your door and whatnot.”

  Please don’t take this the wrong way. I am very, very interested in everything you have to offer.

  “Yeah, about that… is there a chance for me to slip away from this place? You know, somehow circumvent the police and just be allowed to go home? I don’t feel sick at all, and I could really use my own bed.”

  “Hmmmm… and why would you want to do that?” Again, her expression changed, but this time she didn’t try to put her smile back on. Then she realized something. He knows far more than he’s letting on. Out of nowhere, her hands started shivering. Her thinly plucked brows furrowed as she stared into those blue eyes. What if he really is the killer of all those men? But how did he do it, then? Did he train a deadly animal, perhaps? I just know that he is hiding something! She observed him carefully, now ready to run at the faintest sudden movement of his.

  “If you saw my bed up close and personal, you’d know exactly what I mean, Claudia,” he finally said, adding some additional oomph to that statement by the presentation of that dazzling set of teeth he liked to show.

  Even though she knew that something was wrong, Claudia realized that she was still not immune to this man’s charm. At the mere thought of being invited into his bedroom, she felt the moisture trickle down her leg, easily escaping the prison of her panties.

  “I…” She didn’t know what to say. Her better judgment was being obscured by the desires of her body. She might even have said yes, had Dillon’s expression not changed in that second.

  “Back off toward the door, and stand in a corner,” he said all of a sudden, his face an expressionless mask. “Whatever happens, don’t interfere.”

  What the hell is he talking about?

  A couple of muffled sounds could be heard from the other side of the door, followed by two dull thuds. Not having any idea what was going on, Claudia did what Dillon said—not out of trust, but more out of sheer survival instinct.

  With a sudden great force, the door caved in to the sounds of screaming and running from the corridor. Within less than a second, a total of four people were inside. They were all men, tall and well built, a fact that was evident even though they wore long coats. Every single intruder held a silenced pistol, holding it firmly and aiming at Dillon’s forehead.

  “You guys really don’t let up, do you? Can’t a man rest in peace?” he growled out, his voice possessed of an almost animalistic quality.

  “A man can indeed rest, monster,” said the smallest member of the group, a clean-shaven dark man of some six feet. “But we all know that you’re not one now, are you?”

  Instead of responding, Dillon started twitching. His body, extremely ripped to begin with, now appeared even more muscled than before. Just as Claudia noticed this, the first shot hit him in the neck.

  Mercilessly, the men proceeded to unload their clips into the developing bloody mess that used to be Dillon’s body. Claudia’s legs went numb, and she had difficulty accepting that the sight before her eyes was actually real.

  They’re killing him! she screamed inside, unable to find her voice. He was a patient at her hospital, and these, these men just flat out came in and started shooting him. Her fist clenched, as of its own mind. She felt the painted nails bite into her skin. She took a step backward. They are obviously here for him for a reason. They won’t touch me. Then, she ran forward.

  Just like dispersing a crowd full of sick people, she told herself.

  The impact was painful, but she knew that the others felt much worse than she did. Luckily, they’d all stopped firing when she was a foot or so away, otherwise who knows what might have happened to her. The man in the middle took the brunt of it, hitting his head on the side of the door with a horrible crunching sound. The others merely fell around her like dominoes, shoved through the door to the outside of poor Dillon’s room.

  Having fallen to the floor in the doorway, Claudia noticed something very strange about it: it was warm. Warm and wet.

  Oh, no.

  The bodies of the two policemen that had let her in lay around the door, their eyes dead and wide, while blood still trickled out of their head wounds. Three of the mysterious armed men were back on their feet within seconds, while the one who hit his head didn’t move any more.

  “Bitch!” the shortest of them exclaimed, reaching down to hit Claudia on the head with the handle of his weapon, causing t
he world to spin and her vision to blur. “Do you have any idea what’s ha—?“

  What followed was little more than a blur of motion. Faster than Claudia had ever thought possible, something leapt from the room behind her. With predatory precision, it buried its teeth right into the man’s throat, ripping it up effortlessly using only its momentum. Now in panic, the other two men tried shooting it, but the thing was simply too fast for their shaking hands. Within less than a second, another one of them was down.

  It was then that Claudia managed to take a good look at the animal, and it was majestic. Although smeared with blood, the bright, almost gold-colored lion seemed unreal.

  Its fur is the same shade as Dillon’s hair.

  Her head spinning, she turned her head back toward Dillon’s room. Aside from the blood, the bed was empty.

  That lion, is that… that just isn’t possible!

  The remaining man apparently chose not to put up a fight. Instead, he dropped his weapon, turned around and started running down the now-empty hallway.

  But the beast didn’t show any mercy. In full force, it pounced on the man’s back, downing him with little effort. Without a hint of hesitation, the lion bit into the back of his neck and quickly tilted its head to the side, killing him on the spot.

  Triumphantly, the beast raised its head before unleashing a mighty, unbridled roar. It would have lasted quite a while, too, had the body underneath the lion not exploded in the most horrible way imaginable.

  What the— Claudia tried to think, but her instincts caused her to grab the back of her head and lie down on the floor. By the time she raised her head there were bits and pieces everywhere, and most of the hallway was colored an inconsistent crimson.

  She rose to her feet as quickly as her large body allowed, and immediately ran toward the smoldering heap that was ground zero. The lion was nowhere in sight. However, the badly injured body of Dillon lay curled near the right wall. His hands and feet were missing, and the wounds bled so badly that death seemed imminent.

  Usually composed enough in these situations, Claudia found that she couldn’t articulate a single thought. Instead, she merely fell to her knees in front of him and covered her eyes with the palms of her own hands. They were wet soon after. The room was spinning, even though she didn’t look. She lost track of time.

  Who knows how much time later, the sound of Doc Addams’ voice stirred her from that state. “Would you look at that!”

  Afraid to open her eyes, Claudia forced herself to do it regardless. When she did, whatever she was about to say got stuck in her throat.

  Before her lay Dillon, unconscious, but with all of his limbs completely undamaged.

  Five hours later

  Time to finally go through with it.

  Taking a deep breath, Claudia grabbed the door’s handle. Without hesitation, she turned it and passed through, trying not to hit the doorway with the bag that she wore on her back.

  On the other side was a hospital room, albeit of a very different type than the ones reserved for more normal patients. This one had reinforced walls as well as bulletproof glass; everything they’d need to contain a violent or otherwise dangerous patient.

  In its center sat Dillon, cleaned up and nude. He had been provided with a hospital gown to wear, but he chose not to don it. Seeing him like this was pleasant without a doubt, but nevertheless did something she did not enjoy: it clouded her judgment.

  “Came to see me, Clarice?” He opened the conversation in the creepiest voice he could manage. Somehow it didn’t make him repulsive.

  “As a matter of fact, I did.” Claudia responded in the most formal way she could manage. “So, are you going to tell me what’s happened today, or are you going to lie to me? I’d be careful about my answer if I were you, though. Your fate now lies in the responsible hands of Doc Addams, a dear friend of mine.” Unceremoniously, she let the bag drop to the floor.

  Dillon didn’t smile anymore. With feline grace, he rose to his feet, standing in his spot with all the splendor of an antique statue. “Are there cameras in here?” he asked, apparently more out of curiosity than fear.

  “No,” Claudia replied, preferring to say the truth. “But that door back there will only open from the outside, and the orderly near it will only respond to my voice, so don’t try anything funny.”

  “Oh, the things I would do to you are anything but funny, Claudia,” Dillon retorted, a slight chuckle creeping onto his face before disappearing again. “But enough about that. You wanted my story and I will give it to you. But I’m warning you: it’s about as crazy as you can imagine.”

  “I can imagine many things,” Claudia commented, unaware that she was smiling just a little bit. “But please indulge me.”

  “No problem. Ever heard of a werewolf? Of course you have. Well, I’m a werelion. Sounds ridiculous, right? Well, you’ve seen it with your own eyes, so you won’t need any convincing about that. Are you following this?”

  Yeah, right out of a bad movie, alright.

  “I’m all ears.”

  “Thing is, it’s hereditary. I can’t ‘infect’ anyone with it. But it’s extremely recessive. Apparently, I’m the first my family line’s had in almost a century. As I’ve told you, not everyone can be me.” He seemed to want to smile, but was obviously not into it.

  “So, you turn into a lion every night? And you regrow limbs? You are allergic to silver, as well? Is that it?”

  “Basically, except I don’t have to shift. It’s just something that feels incredibly good once in a while, and I have need of it. Like sex.” The way he pronounced the word, combined with the manner he stared at her while he spoke, made the already present tingle in her loins intensify significantly. “And silver is not harmful to me. Frankly, I have no idea what is.”

  “Do you kill people, Dillon?” Claudia asked, her expression suddenly comparable to that of a medieval inquisitor.

  “What? No! Well, I did murder the guys who went after me, yes. I ripped them up good! But innocents? Never!” The way he accentuated the word made it obvious that he was serious. “I do eat a lot of meat, and I can’t stand plants, but that’s about it. I hunt animals from time to time, but never people. What kind of sicko do you think I am?”

  “You’re the first person I’ve ever met that has killed people, Dillon. It’s not exactly something most people tend to do.”

  “Touché.”

  “And speaking of that, why were those men after you, anyway? They were obviously some kind of special force members. How do you explain that?”

  “Easily. They were hunters. I have no idea what particular group they were part of, not that it matters in any way since they’re all the same. Hunting organizations are essentially small, undercover militaries whose only job is to root out anything remotely unnatural. Incidentally, that moniker includes me, for some reason.”

  “You mean that there are others like you?” At this point, Claudia couldn’t conceal the surprise in her voice.

  “Like me, probably, although I don’t think there are that many. Lions, I mean. I certainly haven’t met any in my lifetime. As for other shapeshifters, you bet there are! I’m not exactly fond of hanging out with them, as a matter of fact. Their scent offends me.”

  “So, all this time you were merely defending yourself? You won’t attack anyone without provocation, right?”

  “Of course I won’t. There’s nothing in it for me.”

  Relieved, Claudia exhaled. Carefully, she opened up her bag, revealing a doctor’s uniform.

  “I’m glad to hear that, Dillon. You see, Doc Addams is a good friend of mine. I’ve talked to him, and it seems that he is willing to proclaim you legally deceased if you would do as much as leave the city and not come back. If you agree to those terms, I will go and confirm to him that you are no monster. And he will believe me. In the meantime, you are to get into this doctor’s uniform. Then, we will use it to smuggle you out of here. How does that sound?”

  Almost
out of breath from all that talk, Claudia didn’t even manage to react to Dillon pouncing on top of her and knocking her to the ground. The force of the impact was fierce, but the additional padding she had made sure that she was not hurt at all. At first, she considered that he may have been attacking her, but the taste of his wriggling tongue immediately put that idea to rest.

  Powerfully, Dillon’s hands worked their way over and around her soft flesh, causing the traces of heat that lay within her abdomen to quickly erupt into a bonfire; a bonfire that threatened to expand and consume all of her, especially after she felt the touch of Dillon’s erect member on her meaty thigh.

  “Don’t waste time and jam it in!” Claudia wanted to yell out, but all that came out of her was unintelligible moaning. Her legs slowly spread to her sides, without any input from her.

  Someone else might not have been capable of it, but he understood her perfectly. In a single motion, he let his right hand slip inside her wrinkled white skirt, moving her panties slightly to the side. Then, having pulled his tongue out of her mouth in order to take some air, he swung his hips and impaled her mercilessly.

  Oh, yes!

  Claudia felt the pleasure expand across and over her prone body. There was a little pain, but the enjoyable sensations quickly drowned it out completely. Without a word, Dillon pulled out for a little bit, then jammed it back in, this time all the way to the base.

  Oh, God, it’s so good!

  Grabbing her left breast with his right hand and her right thigh with the other, Dillon proceeded to work his way in and out of her. Soon, he lifted her leg up in the air, creating an angle that made his thrusting feel so good it threatened to obliterate her sanity.

  At this rate I will, I will—

  An explosion followed, originating from within her center. The fire did indeed expand, and it consumed everything in her existence.