My world was crashing down around me, I was so strung out about being stuck in this place, it seemed that even the smallest of issues were far too big for me to handle. I could feel my feet lift from the ground, the deep sigh of the man who gripped me hard as he laid us onto the soft bed.
“Tell me.” He whispered as his lips traced over mine. “Tell me that banishing my wife for you wasn't a waste of time.”
I stared at him as the last of the tears fell, pondering the request. As I laid on the bed completely astounded by it, he hovered over me on all fours, a moment away from a kiss. His eyes searched mine, deep blue darkness that was filled with angst.
“It wasn't.”
I reached to touch his jaw, wanting to touch it again, feeling the prickle of growth as it broke through the skin. It was an incredible feeling, deliciously male. His eyes closed for a brief moment, the eyelashes fanned out over the pale skin. As I smoothed my hand over his jaw, I revelled in the sensations on the palm of my hand. He was intoxicating, the scent of the wilderness was entrenched in his pores. My hand traced down his neck, over the vein that pulsated. Running over the line with my fingertips then down to the gully between the collar bones, I could feel the heat building. He let out a low guttural groan as his eyes flashed open, dangerously watching me with hunger. Not the I'm-going-to-sink-my-fangs kind of hunger this was... different. Good different. Seriously good.
“Tell me.” He growled.
“It wasn't a waste of time.”
“More.”
His nose rubbed over mine as he drew fractionally closer but still not kissing me.
“I want you.”
“More.” The word breathed out over my lips like a fire against my skin. His eyes hadn't once left mine, permanently locked upon me as he held himself far enough away to stop from kissing me but close enough to cause me grief.
“More Mary, more. Tell me.”
I blinked hard as I heard the words. He wanted more, he would be relentless until he got it. My heart was beating harder and harder as the crescendo of it filled my head, hammering me with the non stop pounding. The sounds of the dragons who had crawled out of their hidey hole, filled around us, growling and whacking their tails as they paced back and forth.
Tell him the room echoed. Let him in it urged.
“I love you.”
Soft lips pressed hard against mine, giving me the kiss that I had nearly woken him to beg for. It was intense as he urged my mouth open, relaxing me into it. His arm was wrapped around my lower back, the other scooped under my head, holding me tight. I nearly gasped when my tongue slipped past one of his fangs, calmly I ignored it. Kissing a vampire was strange, the fangs were always there, always waiting to nip the edge of the tongue. Maybe a little nick on the lip, it could send blood everywhere. William was gentle as he lowered me to the bed, crushing me with his weight. I knew I still had issues about this, the nightmare had only finished just over a year ago, it still plagued my mind. But this was different, this was consensual. I wanted this. The weight of his body against mine was constricting but incredibly pleasurable, to feel how much he wanted me was mind blowing. His hand found my thigh urging it to part for him, opening to him so that he could press against me. I gasped with the movement, feeling the dig against me was euphoric.
Stupidly, my mind thought back over the past few minutes, to the memory of him and Marty in this very spot. And then it continued, whispering that I might have declared my love, but he hadn't. Sure he'd kicked his bitch of a wife to the kerb for me but was it really for me, or was it that he had finally seen the light and was using me as an excuse? Just tell me you love me my mind begged. But there was nothing. Could I let him continue like this without reciprocation? Wasn't that the normal thing to do, when someone says they love you either say it back or tell them you don't love them? Don't leave them hanging. His eyes caught mine as the kiss slowed, it was then that I realised that the dragons had betrayed me yet again.
Chapter Twenty-six
Brilliant deep blue eyes gazed down into mine, his hunger for me was still evident but alarm had rung through him quickly. I knew what he would think, he would think that this has got something to do with my past, with him. But it couldn't be further from the truth, it had to do with her. Did he want Marty? She was a stunning woman, if he did I wouldn't blame him. But I didn't think that my heart could take the pain of it.
“If you don't want this or you're scared, please say so. I do not want to be in the same category as... as him.”
William settled by my side, tugging me so that I laid on my side too. “Please tell me that you're okay with this. I don't want you to look back and regret it or accuse me of forcing you.”
“Do you love me?”
His face went from concerned to shocked in a matter of a second, it felt like I had stopped breathing, waiting for his response. Every second felt like another chip was picked away from my heart, slowly letting it crumble into nothing.
“Of course I do, what would make you think I didn't?”
“Marty.” I whispered sadly looking away.
He sighed, it sounded like he was exasperated but I didn't care. I knew what I saw, it looked more than just feeding. William turned my head to look at him, his face wasn't one of being annoyed but more downcast.
“That was a foolish thing for me to do, I have given you the wrong impression and I am sorry. There is nothing going on between Marty and myself. I was angry that you were still contemplating leaving and you have every right to be angry at me but I did it to upset you.”
“We seem to do that a lot to each other, don't we?”
A grin curled into one side of his mouth as his eyes softened. “I guess we do. No more games though, I don't think this poor old man can take it.”
“There's nothing old about you.” I laughed lightly. “Except maybe your attitude towards life, you need to modernise.”
He rolled onto his back taking me with him, one hand settled onto my thigh just under the edge of my dress. That sexy soft smile played out over his lips as he drew closer to me, his fingers traced over my jaw, watching every single second of his touch. His caress was torture. I thought that it was quite possible that I might just be a puddle of oozing hormones, dripping from his arms and onto his expensive looking linen.
“Modernise, huh? I thought I was pretty modern considering that I'm five hundred and eight years old.”
“Geezer.”
William mocked offence but underneath it all was subtle movements that played out as he planned. He sat up opening himself more to me. If I thought I might have been sitting on the bed by now, I was wrong. Two hands were firmly placed on my backside under my dress, pushing me against him. I gripped his broad shoulders as I stifled the whimper, my eyebrows knitting together. He rocked my body to his, feeling the gloriously hardened heat between us. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensations as he placed feather light kisses on my neck, one hand moving off my backside and up my back. It was only when I heard the zip teeth pulling away from each other did I realise what he was up to. Slowly sliding down my back, I could feel the little metal zip slipping away. As I started to undo the buttons of his shirt, I caught sight of the dragons. They were both puffing smoke into the air around them as they rolled on their backs, scratching their scales. My finger traced over his sternum, through the curls of hair to where his heart would be. Pulsing against the skin, I could feel the heavy thumping, feeling how hard it was beating for me.
“Stay here.”
His eyes looked up into mine as his hand pressed mine harder to his skin.
“Stay here forever, don't leave me.”
“Here?” I frowned at him. “In the house that you bought with your wife?”
He chuckled as he lifted the dress free from my body, leaving me in nothing but my underpants. “I didn't buy it with her, it's my family home. However I do understand your concern, considering that she did live here.”
My eyes darted to the bed, it was almost like h
e read my mind as he grinned.
“Replaced a year ago. Maybe when the lycan is dealt with we can do something with the house.”
“Less scary thanks.”
William laughed again as I leaned down to kiss him, I tried to ignore him but it was too infectious.
“Stop it.”
He shrugged as his fingers toyed with the edge of the lace that sat on my hip, probably wishing he could rip it from me. I wished he would. I wished he would get on with it. Like always his movements were slow and concise. I kissed him deeply as he pulled away his shirt, tossing it aside swiftly so that his hands could return to my backside. His skin was still warm, burning against my own skin as his chest pressed to mine. It was a glorious warmth, skin on skin, pressed together in searing heat. I expected his hands to return to my backside, but only one did. The other hand pulled at the elasticised lace, trailing on the skin under it. I gasped, breaking free of the kiss as his fingertips slid through me, sinking deep. His other hand moved up my back in between my blades, holding me in place as he kissed down my neck and chest. My breathing became more erratic with each passing second as his tongue slicked over my breast. Taunting movements, gentle scrapes of his fangs, his lips pressing against the flesh. As the tender caress crossed to the other side, my body surged with sensations making my skin sensitive. Every single kiss sent a shiver through me, every single touch of his fingers made me moan.
“Please.” I whimpered through the heady rush. “No more taunting.”
“You want me now?”
I nodded as he let me fall backwards onto the bed, moaning as his hands pushed over my stomach, forcefully moving a ripple of skin higher. They cupped my breasts, teasing the swell in his fingertips. It felt like my body was on the edge of a cliff, one more touch of his hand and I would be over without a second thought.
“No more teasing?”
William grinned as I shook my head, unable to wipe my own smile from my lips. I was in heaven I was sure of it. This could not be real, maybe I was dreaming. But this was no dream nor was it heaven, it was just him and me and nothing more. His fingers gently traced down between my ribs, over the expanse of skin to my navel, tickling it and sending a shiver through me.
“So beautiful.” He whispered. “So delicate.”
The fingers slipped under the elastic and dragged my underpants down, leaving me exposed and vulnerable.
“No one touches what is mine.”
He rose to his knees, kissing over my stomach, moving over my ribs. Warm air blew across my sensitive skin as he searched across my torso. I could feel the flutter of his eyelashes as he blinked, sending little jolts of thrill through me. But his words were more important, his admiration was sweet and claim of ownership was a little archaic but still just as divine.
“No one.”
“Ditto.” I breathed.
His eyes rose to look at me, a wicked glint catching the light from the candle. “Absolutely.”
“Say it.”
The bastard chuckled as he lifted to his knees, fumbling with the buckle of his belt.
“Oh that little green eyed monster is terrible.”
My heart thumped harder and harder as the muscles of his upper body moved and contorted, undoing the buttons and the zip of his pants. I was sure that my heart was going to burst through at any second and I figured it was the very same second that William would drop his pants. I couldn't attest to being knowledgeable in the male form, he never let me see it. Not that I wanted him to. He just forced his way into me, barely removing any clothes. So I knew little but that wasn't to say I knew nothing. I knew the difference between adequate and more than adequate. I gulped hard when the fabric slipped down his legs.
“Yours.” He whispered as he kissed over my stomach, crawling closer to me. “Only ever yours to touch. Only ever yours to love. Would anyone dare cross my beloved Mary?”
I snorted with a mock laugh, rolling my eyes. “You might want to hide the sharp implements again and no feeding off female members either.”
He chuckled as he kissed over my neck, settling himself in between my legs.
“Alright. I won't feed of any female members.”
His weight rested on his forearms as he looked down into my eyes, his nose rubbing over mine. “I don't know what you're worried about, it's not as if I even stood a chance with her.”
Soft lips pressed against mine as he slowly kissed me, I could see the humour in his eyes as he watched my confusion. He moved from my lips to my ear, kissing soft little nips along the skin.
“Would you like to know what she was thinking about when she was laying on this bed?”
“Not really.” I said dryly.
William chuckled again as he tugged on my ear lobe. “You and I don't mean the whole fae thing.” His eyes lit up with delight as he lifted his head. “Our darling Martine is a lover of the female form.”
I stared at the ceiling as the words rung through me, his hand moving to my thigh to lift it around him. “She's gay?”
“Yes uh, well I think she calls it bi. But do we really need to be talking about her right now?”
I shook my head, feeling his hand slip in between our bodies, moving himself into position. My eyes rolled back as I gasped, feeling him burn through the wet heat, closing the gap between us. His lips traced over mine softly lulling me into a delicate kiss. The movement was slow and needful as one hand traced over my breast, the other braced his body off mine. Every single motion was perfect, every single moan was justified. I had heard the other night fill workers talking about faking it for their boyfriends but this wasn't faked, this was mind blowing. My head was buzzing with euphoria as it rushed there, my body exploding with sensations. His heated kiss was on my neck, nipping its way higher to my jaw. With each thrust I was becoming more and more delirious, my throat was beginning to crackle with groaning too much. William stopped abruptly, a wicked grin flicked across his face, curling into the corner as he leaned down and kissed me.
“You are incredible to watch.” He whispered.
I gasped again as he pulled away from me, the divine feeling of him moving through me was almost unbearable. He laid onto his back, lifting my hand to him. I couldn't do this, I hadn't ever had control.
“I can't.” I whispered in a panic.
“Of course you can.”
There was no way he was going to take no for an answer, it didn't help, I still felt odd about it.
“Relax, there is no wrong way.”
Slowly I lowered onto him, feeling him fill me, sinking deep inside. His hands were on my hips, guiding me in our love.
Chapter Twenty-seven
William's fingers traced up and down my spine as the cold of the night settled around us. Laying here in our post sex haze was pure bliss, I wanted nothing more than to lay here and do nothing else for the rest of the evening. Wishful thinking. The knock at the door caused both of us to tense, there was only one reason that Marty or Spud would disturb us. We had a guest.
“It had better be good.” William grumbled.
“Yeah.” Nick hesitated as he spoke on the other side of the closed door. “Uh there's a Detective Porter here.”
I sat up and looked wide eyed and happily at William, he smiled back though it seemed like there was an element of pain to it.
“We'll be down shortly.” William sighed as he toyed with my fingers, frowning at whatever was going on in his mind. “What are you going to tell him?”
I frowned at William with a grin, wondering why we were rehashing this conversation again.
“Uh, I'm staying, remember?”
As I began to redress, he sat on the edge of the bed facing away from me. His body was gloriously firm, it would be a struggle to find a roll of fat anywhere on that body.
“Why, are you having second thoughts?”
“No.” He gasped as he turned on the mattress. “Just checking.”
I said nothing as he began to dress, not wanting to point out the serious ins
ecurity issues that he had going on.
“Does Porter know of the fae?”
“He does.”
My excitement couldn't be contained. Porter was here which meant that the lycan was dead. I knew that I should be sad about it, after all, he was my boss. But after being trapped in this house for so long, I wanted to be outside in the fresh air and the sun light.
“Is there any books that are written about them?”
“They do tend to be pretty secretive, if you were to go searching you might find the task troublesome. The best way to find out what they are like is to enter their world which until we know what they have planned for you, I wouldn't recommend.”
William stopped by the door and planted a kiss on my lips, it was too brief for my liking.
“Later I will tell all that I know, how does that sound?”
“Sounds great.”
We walked along the corridor slowly taking our time. So much had changed, even in the past few days the dynamic of those in this house were different. I didn't know what to think about Marty, sure she wasn't interested in William but why would she let him do that? Was it a case of he's the leader and she was doing as she was told? I turned to William who was his distant self, looking ahead of us and nothing more. I didn't want to rehash the discussion about Marty so I let it be.
“Why didn't you tell me that you came to the hospital?”
He turned and smiled softly, pain filled his eyes. “It shocked me at first, to see you like that. It reminded me of Carmella and her death. I know Marty and Spud told you that you look like her but not completely. There are some big differences. Forgive the lie, but I thought that you had died in hospital. When Porter made contact he said that it was a witness that he was bringing to me, not the woman that laid before me in the hospital. When I saw the wounds at the hospital, I told Porter that you wouldn't survive, that no one could survive. I was angry at him because he brought you here to prove how wrong I was, to throw it back in my face that I should not have given up so easily.” He sighed and gripped the rail of the stairs as we slowly descended. “I am the ideal person to protect you, his reasons were valid but there was a certain level of intent on his part. Of course I didn't realise that you weren't entirely human and Porter wouldn't have a clue. The darkness of your life has masked many things about you, not many could see you for who you really are and that is why I looked upon the unconscious woman and thought you were human. It was a terrible mistake on my part, if I had realised at the hospital instead of being so wrapped up in the woman who resembled my late wife, I might have seen that you were fighting the bacteria. You could have come here earlier and had medical assistance that would be more aligned with your true nature.”
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