The Seduction of Gretchen: Paranormal Erotic Romance (Anam Céile Chronicles)

by Scarlett, Rosalind

  Well, he certainly had me there. Crossing my arms over my chest and jutting my chin out, I feigned being flustered.

  “Shall we call the whole thing off, then?” he questioned, playing into my little fit.

  “Hmm, I do not know, perhaps… Then again, I do not think I can pass up the chance to see the elusive Monsieur La Croix’s bedchamber.”

  “Well, then if you can promise to behave, perhaps I will still consider showing you in.”

  Shaking my head, I replied, “No, I do not think I should promise something like that.”

  “Then, just know that if you do misbehave while in my chamber, there will surely be consequences,” Lucius warned, his tone deliciously provocative.

  “Mmm… if that is the case, then I believe I shall be certain to!”

  My hand went to his breeches and cupped his thickened groin firmly. Just feeling it in my hand made my own blood rush through my body. I wanted it. I wanted him!

  Lucius groaned, pressing his mouth hard to mine, whether to kiss me or merely to silence me, I did not know. Either way it did not matter to me. I would always take his kiss, however I could get it!

  Opening the door behind me, Lucius swept me back up into his arms and carried me into the room.

  His mouth breaking away from mine, he released me. Landing upon the ultra-soft pile of luxurious linens that was his bed, I looked about the room. Before I even had the chance to take in any of it, he was atop me, clawing at my breasts through my bodice.

  “The sight of you in my bed is quite delicious,” Lucius murmured, as though to himself while he began unbuttoning my bodice. “Delicious, indeed.”

  “Oh, please do not eat me, Monsieur!” I cried playfully.

  Playing along, Lucius assumed the face of a monster and snarled loudly, eliciting me to scream out in genuine fright. Flipping up my skirt, he forced my legs apart with his hands, diving down between them and tore right through the centre of my pantalets with his teeth. My heart racing, my blood pulsated through my veins, my sex moistening at the excitement of it all.

  For one single moment I could feel the air against my bared flesh before it was covered by his mouth. Pressing back into the softness of his pillow, I cooed as his tongue immediately went to work on me, pleasuring me as only he could. Reaching down, I entangled my hands in his long blonde hair, twisting it around my fingers as his tongue danced beautifully over my sex.

  My pleasure mounting more than every flick of his glorious tongue, my insides turning to smouldering liquid, suddenly Lucius surprised me, as I felt him pierce the interior of my thigh with his teeth. Moaning deeply, I writhed under him, slowly sipping from me as he was, so close to my sex, only aroused me all the more. Sealing my wound with his tongue, he crawled up, the weight of his body on mine and claimed my mouth, leaving my sex throbbing with want.

  Tasting the mixture of my sex and my own blood upon his tongue somehow seemed intensely erotic. I wanted him inside me… I ached to feel him. But first, I had to have my chance to grant him the same pleasure he had given me.

  “Lay back, Lucius,” I breathed into his mouth. Drawing back, he looked at me with wonder, but still he submitted to my command.

  As Lucius settled back comfortably onto the bed, I rose to my feet and slowly removed my bodice for him, standing before him with bare breasts and a provocative expression upon my face I reached back and unclasped my skirt. As it fell to the floor, I finished what he had started, tearing the pantalets right off of me, staring into his eyes provocatively all the while. I delighted in being able to actually see the darkening of his eyes as he took in the sight of me.

  Making my way to the bed, I climbed onto it very slowly, never letting my eyes part from his. Sitting beside him, I placed my hands upon the neck of his white shirt, and abruptly pulling them apart, ripped it right down the centre to expose his muscular chest. Bending over, I leaned down and flicked my tongue against each of his nipples. My breasts just barely grazing his skin, I sensually kissed my way down the line of his taut abdomen.

  Reaching the waistband of his black breeches, my hand unfastened them, parting the fabric to reveal the hardness of his manhood.

  “Oooh, Monsieur,” I cooed, taking him into my hand, “It is so large! You look mighty scrumptious! I think I shall have to eat you now…”

  As I positioned myself between Lucius’s legs, his rigid cock nestled into the valley of my breasts, eliciting from him a delightful moan. Smiling up at his reaction, I moved lower yet, blowing out my hot breath upon him. Gazing up into his eyes, commencing at the base, I ran my tongue lightly along him, stopping just before I reached his swelling crown.

  His resulting moan making me smile, I repeated the motion on the side. And then again on the other side. When I sensed his patience was expiring, my hand wrapped about his shaft and I came back to the top and swirled my tongue all about his head. Lucius grabbed my head in frustration, though he did not attempt to push it down on him— yet.

  Deciding to spare him any further torture, I parted my lips and took the head of his organ into my mouth, very slowly taking it in. Groaning deeply, Lucius’s hands entangled into my hair as I worshipped him with my mouth. Reveling in the control I was able to exude over a Vampire, I sucked him voraciously until it was clear he could take no more.

  Rising up, I placed my thigh over his until I was sitting astride him. Gazing evocatively into my eyes, Lucius pulled me to him and smashed his mouth to mine.

  When he finally released me, he said, “God, woman, what have you done to me?”

  “What have I done to you?” I repeated as I rose up just a bit and with one hand grabbed hold of his cock to align it with my opening. “I believe it is more like what have you done to me!”

  Shaking his head, with an endearing smile Lucius’s hands went to my breasts, admiring them as though he was an adolescent and they were the first pair he had ever had the good fortune of fondling!

  Lowering myself, I slowly took him in. We moaned in harmony with one another at feeling him slide into me. I had to still myself for a moment when he was fully submerged in me to allow myself to acclimate to his size.

  “Oh my God, Lucius!” I exclaimed in awe. “How is it that you can feel so perfect for me?!”

  “Because we were made for each other…” he said. “I just had to wait five hundred years for you!”

  “I am sorry. That certainly makes the couple decades I waited to find you seem rather insignificant, doesn’t it?”

  Lucius flashed that heartbreaking smile at me. “All that matters is that we are together now.”

  “Yes…” I responded, moving on him once more.

  Come here,” he said, pulling me down against him. “I need to feel all of you.”

  I leaned down on him, my breasts melding into his chest, and Lucius held me tight, kissing me tenderly as I glided my sex along his.

  Ready to take control of my pleasure, I soon wiggled out of his arms and sat upright upon him, rising up until only the tip of him was still inside of me. Descending back upon it, I could not get over his magnificent organ. It was more amazing than any I had ever felt before!

  Lucius was gazing up at me as though I was some sort of Goddess, which coming from someone like him, made me feel just like one. “You are so beautiful to me, my Gretchen.”

  Like an aphrodisiac to my soul, the beauty of his words magnified my pleasure. I could sense it moving through me, collecting deep in my core. Every move I made against him intensified it until I felt I scarcely had a chance to breathe for all the moaning.

  Leaning forwards just a little, his cock rubbed against my swollen clitoris. That was all it took. My body bursting into orgasm, I moaned into his mouth as he kissed me with fervour.

  Taking back control of our lovemaking, Lucius flipped me over plunging into me a few delicious times before withdrawing from me, leaving me whimpering.

  “On your knees, woman!” he growled at me, his commanding tone simultaneously startling me and titillat
ing me.

  “Oui, Monsieur,” I respond in as innocent a voice as I can muster, turning over and slowly rising up to my knees.

  Lucius’s eyes were drawn down to my derriere as I pointed it upwards at him suggestively. A low growl emanating from him once more, he cupped his hands about it appraisingly as he positioned himself closer to me. With one hand gripped about his eager cock, the other spread me open. Detecting an approving moan from him, he pressed his organ against my needing flesh, moving slightly so that it glided down the hot slickness of my vulva, my labia embracing it.

  My endless need for him intensifying with this teasing, I whimpered at his stalling.

  “Please, Monsieur!” I pleaded. “I need you!”

  A devilish smile erupting across his handsome face, Lucius maneuvered his cock over my flesh, nestling the swollen crown at my opening. Ripe with anticipation, I held my breath, waiting to feel him inside of me again. Growing impatient, I pushed myself against him, intent upon consuming him, only to feel his hand deliver a hard smack against the flesh of derriere.

  “You naughty Mademoiselle!” Lucius scolded, shaking his head at me. “I believe it is my turn to have my pleasure in the manner I wish, is it not?”

  “Oui, Monsieur,” I sniveled, submitting to him.

  The stinging pain only adding to my arousal, he rubbed his cock over my sensitive flesh again. Still, I had the primal urge to press against him, only this time I thought better of it. At last, I felt him place it at my opening again, praying to feel him push it into me any moment.

  Instead, clearly enjoying my torment, Lucius continued to taunt me,.

  “What is it you want, Mademoiselle?” he prodded, though he knew full well the answer to that!

  “Your cock, Monsieur!” I replied, my insides throbbing from the prolonged vacancy.

  “My cock?” he questioned as though confused. “But where does Mademoiselle want my cock?”

  He is deriving much too much pleasure from this!

  I groaned in vexation. “Please! I want your cock in my pussy, Monsieur!” I cried out.

  My desperate response instigating a chuckle from him, he pushed into me all at once. I groaned profoundly at my desire finally being fulfilled.

  His hands upon my hips, finally Lucius impelled himself into me.

  “Oh God, Lucius! You feel so amazing in me!”

  Grunting in response, Lucius continued to drive into me over and over again, feeding the height of my ecstasy so that it was as if I was experiencing a never-ending climax. Every successive stroke of his large organ massaged my tender insides intensifying the pleasure to heights I had never before experienced with anyone else.

  His ravenous hand clutching at my swaying breasts, Lucius honed in to his own pleasure. Aware from the pattern of his movements in me his climax was imminent, I made certain to relish every stroke.

  “Yes, Lucius, I am yours! Take me!”

  His arm clutching tighter about my body, Lucius began groaning louder, each successive thrust deeper than the last.

  “Oh, Gretchen!” Lucius called out my name breathlessly.

  With one final thrust into me, he growled, plunging his body forwards to sink his teeth into the side of my neck, the fluid of his love surging forth into me.

  Collapsing atop me as he devotedly suckled from me, I could feel the manly form of Lucius’s chest against my slender back. I was immersed in a haze of bliss.

  In that moment, I knew I was home.

  Chapter Nine

  The weeks passed by. Our nights were filled with so much love and more phenomenal sex than I knew what to do with! I had never been happier in all my life as I was since I came to live with Lucius. Life was bliss. It almost felt too good to be true.

  And perhaps it was.

  I had the unsettling feeling that something was just not right. Despite my contentment, I just could not ignore it any longer. Since I had been at his home, I had become aware that Lucius had established a pattern of leaving every few days for hours at a time. When I asked him where it was he would go he would not tell me.

  I decided the next time he left I would find out.

  “I am going out,” Lucius told me nonchalantly as he did every time he disappeared as this. “I shan’t be long.” With a kiss to my forehead, he strode out the door, leaving me to wonder where it was he would go.

  But I would not wonder for long. What he did not know is that I had instructed the stable boy to ready my horse immediately if the master was to leave. So, running upstairs to put on my riding habit, I raced out to the stable and mounted my horse. Fortunately, the ground was soft from the recent rain, so it was not difficult to keep track of him. Being careful to stay well behind him, I followed him through the dark night.

  Lucius rode his horse for several kilometres until he arrived at the grounds of a very well-preserved Medieval castle. Dismounting from his horse, he went up to the massive door and rapped the heavy iron door knocker.

  A moment later, the door was opened by quite possibly the most striking woman I had ever seen, which said a lot from one who had been performed at Sanguelascivia. Tall and slender, her lustrous black hair fell down her back in soft round curls, framing a diamond shaped face which featured flawless skin and exotic eyes.

  I was instantly filled with jealousy.

  Who is this woman?

  Smiling warmly at him, she motioned for Lucius to come in. He did so without hesitation. It was painfully clear from their exchange that he was quite familiar with calling on her.

  When he stepped inside the door was shut, leaving me in the dark as to what was going on inside. Left to wonder, there I remained for upwards of an hour. The jealousy rapidly transforming into scorned mortification, my whole body began shaking uncontrollably. The bitter tears tried to rush forth; however, I refused to allow them release. I would not cry for a man who would dishonour me like this. Mounting my horse, I turned him round and drove him fast through the countryside.

  Suddenly I had to pull him up short. My stomach already nauseated by the onslaught of emotions, the jarring from the ride pushed it too far. As I leaned over and vomited, my tears surged forth, demanding release again. But again, I refused them. I had to remain strong. Had to force my heart to forget everything about him. It was the only way I could make it through this.

  I had made a huge mistake, opening my heart to love.

  One which I would never make again.

  That was all there was to it. I had known better than to trust a man, not to give my heart to one. And what do I go and do? I giftwrap it and give it not only to a man, but to a godforsaken Vampire, of all things! I did not heed my own rational. And now my heart would suffer the consequences of my impulsivity.

  I could only hope that Lucia would take pity on me enough to grant me my position at Sanguelascivia. I had no idea what I would do if she did not. I could either resort to the degrading act of selling myself upon the streets of Venice or return home to my parents, though I doubted they would have me after the things I had done.

  But who says I had to return to Venice, or Amsterdam for that matter? I was free. I could go anywhere I wanted. Be anything I wanted.

  Then why did I still want to be his?

  Never mind that. That is past. A past to expunge from memory.

  At last arriving back to his chateau, I wanted nothing more than to run upstairs and crawl into my bed and sob myself to sleep. But I could not do that. It was time to be strong, not pitiful. I had to do what I knew must be done.

  I would gather my belongings and leave this place— and him— behind for good.

  I thought about writing him a note, but quickly thought better of it.

  I do not owe him anything. He does not deserve an explanation from me. If anyone deserves an explanation, it is me!

  Putting my horse in the barn so he could refresh before I would ride him for God knows how long, I walked towards the house, the weight of my heart growing heavier with the knowledge of what I must do. I
tried not to remember the first time, only a few weeks earlier, I had walked towards this house awestruck. At the time, I believed it to be the happiest day of my life. And I suppose it had been.

  Nevertheless, I had been a fool.

  But no more.

  Chapter Ten

  Later that night I was huddled up with my luggage at the departure station on a busy avenue in Paris waiting for a coach to Venice. Unfortunately it would not arrive for nearly two more hours. Which gave me plenty of time to think… and feel sorry for myself. And miss him.

  But why the hell should I miss someone who would persuade me to leave my life behind to come with him only to be unfaithful to me? I am better off without him! I do not need him! I do not need any man! I never have and I should have kept it that way rather than allowing my heart to fool me into believing otherwise!

  So then why do I feel so miserable?

  I just need to force myself to forget about him and go on with my life as though I never met him.

  “Gretchen!” I hear his voice call from afar.

  He sure does not make it easy, does he? It is as though I can hear his voice saying my name.

  “Gretchen!” This time the voice was right behind me.

  A hand gripped my shoulder, startling me. I turned to stare right into the face of Lucius. Right into his deep blue eyes and I feel myself go weak. Quick to betray me, my aching heart leapt at the sight of him. Swiftly forcing myself disregard it, I bristled against his intense allure … his heartbreaking smile… his expressive blue eyes.

  I don’t know how he found me so easily. But then, he was a Vampire and they always do seem to have their ways.

  Mustering up all the rage I could, I turned and hissed at him, “I do not want to see you, Lucius! Leave me alone!”

  Affecting a bewildered expression, he gaped at me. “I do not understand, Gretchen,” he said softly. “What are you doing?”

  Without looking at him, I replied coldly, “Is it not obvious? I am returning to Venice.”