Untamed: A Beautiful Nightmare Story

by L. C. Son

  “No.” Sebastian’s clipped tone surprises me as he slams the door shut at my back. “No, I’m not leaving you Chartreuse Grenoble. I know that is what you want. You probably think I pity you. I do not. In fact, it’s the complete opposite.”

  “How can that be, Sebastian? I see the way you are looking at me.” I quietly counter as he palms the side of my face. His hold on me is steady as he keeps our gaze set one another.

  “Because I see myself in you. More than you know,” he whispers back and kisses my forehead.

  “But—”

  “But nothing, my sweet hummingbird. If you would just let me talk for a minute,” he starts with his brows raised as he takes my hand in his and leads us to sit on the chaise in front of my bed.

  “I—I don’t understand. After everything I’ve already told you—how can you say you see anything in me that resembles you.”

  “Because I too, have a backstory, if you will. While our stories may differ, they have one main theme. We both were brought into a chaotic world not of our own making. For you it was your family’s downfall and a life in a brothel. For me it is more than trying to not only avoid the Altrinion curse, or doomed state of the men of my family—being the only son of an only son—but my lineage is even more complicated because I am not quite what I appear.” Sebastian’s voice is husky as he speaks, and his more typical boyish features appear stoic and stiff.

  A tinge of worry fills my heart as he stares distantly across the room.

  “Are you a wolf? Hybrid?” I question, trying to recall my meager comprehension of the supernatural world.

  A thick, coarse laugh erupts from him and he grips my hand in his and looks over his shoulder at me and smiles. “Well I suppose you’re close when you say hybrid. But not quite.”

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Staring at him, I can almost see the apprehension building within him. Squeezing his hand and softly patting his shoulder, I smile in return, hopeful he knows he can trust me. “Please, Sebastian, you can tell me,” I add.

  “While it’s not a cause for speculation or antipathy in the supernatural community, the lot befallen to me is one that separates this human world in two. North from South. Black from white.” Pausing, Sebastian’s gaze lingers as he searches my face for comprehension. Like a puzzle, I try to decipher his truth, but I cannot. Thoughts of my own past and seeing Preston tonight still weigh heavy on my heart. Keeping our eyes locked, I nod for him to continue. “I am colored, Chartreuse. Or as you humans would say, I am negro.”

  Shock and surprise stir through me as his truth is now plain before me. Gazing at him, my eyes trail his deliciously full lips, curly hair, and storm-cast eyes but still all I see is a man I’ve grown to care for in such a short time.

  Before I have a chance to reply, Sebastian gets up from the chaise and walks toward the window. “It’s not that I am ashamed of my lineage. In fact, I feel nothing but pride for who and what I am. My mother was black and my father white. Her father was also of mixed race, so she was fair. With times being as they are, my family decided that I’d live with the human privileges of passing myself as white, but never once have I denied who I am. It is known among those in the supernatural community, but we rarely share such a truth with humans. And well, with what happened to Decaux, supernaturals of every creed have unfortunately become more aware that our supernaturality is second to the color of our skin. Even still, I wanted to tell you, Chartreuse because I want you to know who I am. I want you to see all of me. That way, whatever you make of me, should you stay at my side or walk away completely, you’d do so knowing everything.”

  “Thank you, Sebastian,” I whisper as the weight of his confession holds me in my seat.

  “For what?” He questions, staring at me while leaning against the armoire.

  “For trusting me with your truth. You have laid yourself bare before me and for that I will always be thankful. No one has ever—” my words trail to the corners of my mind and I realize that even his reveal does little to change the truth about who I am. “It doesn’t matter, Sebastian. Whatever this is between us will never work!” I cry out, rising from my seat.

  “Because I am negro?” he asks as his eyes glass once more with a look of hopelessness.

  “Of course not! That doesn’t matter to me!” I contend. “But I am no simpleton, Sebastian. My background is even more colorful than your own, if you will. Preston may have been the first to come through town, but he surely won’t be the last. Just as word got out to Thaddeus of my sorted past, news of my life since that time will likely surface and in doing so, it will bring you undue shame.

  “I don’t care what deplorable situation you found yourself in, Chartreuse. That doesn’t change how feel about you.”

  “And what can you possibly feel for me, Sebastian? I mean, for as much as I appreciate what you shared about your heritage, how can you compare that to me? The color of your skin was not a choice nor is it a crime!”

  “That may be, but from what I understand, you had no choice either. As a matter of fact, from where I stand, that still makes you a virgin.”

  “What?” I question and the pacing of my heart concedes to the steely stare Sebastian is giving me.

  “You heard me, Chartreuse. You’re still a virgin.”

  “I’m far from that and you know it.”

  “Sure in the traditional sense, but the way I see it, you only did what you were obligated to do. I mean, truly my hummingbird, was there ever anyone to which you freely gave yourself?”

  “Well—um—no.”

  “Like I said, virgin.”

  “Okay, but that doesn’t mean you can just forget my past and—”

  “I’m more concerned with our future than your past, my lovely Chartreuse. Besides, I didn’t know your past and I had the same intentions earlier today that I have in this very moment.”

  “What intention is that?” I question as I watch Sebastian take heavy steps toward me.

  “At dinner I told you I had two surprises. The cigars were the first.” With his hands in his pockets, he slowly paces the floor. His usual boyish grin is gone. Now a more seductive and calculating stare locks our eyes as one.

  “And the second?” I swallow my words and my breathing quickens as he inches closer.

  “To make love to you.” He stops his pacing as he stands squarely before me. Taking my left hand in his, he strums his free hand along my jawline, biting his lip as he does. “I wanted tonight to be perfect. I wanted you relaxed and comfortable in my arms. But right now, I just want you.”

  “You want me?” I ask perplexed.

  “Yes, beautiful. That is, if you have no objection to making love to a half-breed such as myself.

  “Actually, I care not what breed you are, human, Altrinion, green, yellow or otherwise. I want you, Sebastian. I want you—my man.” Raking my hand through his curly mane, I pull him close as our lips lock tight.

  Kissing him, I feel the weights that once held my state fall to the wayside. Knowing he wants me is all I needed to hear.

  “And that you shall,” he says as a fiery glow kindles behind his irises. Before I know it, Sebastian’s mouth is once more crushing mine, this time his tongue intertwines my own and his hands work fast to untie my dress strings. The weight of my dark green gown shakes free from my body and to the floor in an instant. Lifting me up and out of the cavity of the dress, Sebastian carries me to my bed where he unlaces my corset, freeing my breasts.

  “Beautiful,” he says licking his lips. Removing his shirt, he wastes no time pulling down his trousers revealing the glory of his manhood. My eyes widen at the glistening sheen before me, and I realize never before have I wanted someone so much.

  “Come now, my little hummingbird, I want to see all of you,” he growls, leaning over me. At his words, my legs part and his eyes travel from my breasts to my preciousness. “Now that is indeed the best treasure my eyes have ever seen. You have no idea how m
uch I’ve imagined looking at you like this.”

  Spreading my legs farther, his eyes grow wide with lust and his manhood stiffens, more sheen glistening the rounded top.

  “Damn, I want you so much, hummingbird. Why are you tempting me so fast? I wanted a taste of you first.”

  “I’m here for you. Whatever you want my love, I’ll give it to you.” I moan, biting my lip, anticipation stirring the core of my sex.

  “No, baby, I’m not a tipper. Between us, we please one another. It is not a one-way street. I want to meet your needs and you will meet mine. So you tell me what do you want?”

  The needful glare in his eyes is just as telling as the glory of him before me now. Although I can tell it’s taking every part of his will to muster restraint, knowing he’s doing so makes me want him more.

  “I want everything. All of you.”

  “I plan on giving it all to you. Just tell me what my sweet lady needs,” he answers, guiding us back to the bed. Posturing me on the side of the bed he kisses the top of my head, slowly drifting to softly placing his lips on mine. Smiling, Sebastian hovers over me, awaiting my response.

  I know what I need. As a matter of fact, I’ve always known. Yet, I’ve never wanted to share that part of myself with anyone.

  Until this moment.

  “No one has ever kissed me—there.” My hands strum through his curly hair and slowly push his face down through the center of my body.

  “Then it will be my honor, beautiful. Just lay back and let me kiss you as you desire. Tonight, my hummingbird, I want to kiss every part of you.”

  “Please,” I moan as Sebastian pulls me to edge of the bed, propping my feet on his broad shoulders.

  My plea is heard as Sebastian’s tongue finds my spot, mercilessly lashing my sex, making me squirm with abandoned delight. He shifts from kissing my preciousness to forking his tongue in such a swift motion, my legs quiver and I know I am on the verge of a long-awaited release.

  I can count on one hand how many times I’ve had such a release. Each time it’s been one of my own making.

  This is the only time it matters.

  Sebastian shows no mercy as he laps me like a starved and thirsty man and my knees buckle in response. My hips push up against his face and I feel his forefinger rubbing my sensitive spot as his tongue masterfully glides over me.

  I do my best to hold my wits about me, but I am incapable and find my release in one final stroke.

  Screaming, my body contorts and quivers beneath his hold and he growls into my sex.

  “Oh no, my sweet hummingbird, you’re not getting off that easy!” He says as he rises to his feet and lines himself up at my entrance. “You’re gonna have to do that again. On me. Can you take all of this tonight?”

  “Yes, Sebastian I can take everything you’ve got to give.” I whine, squirming beneath his muscular frame.

  “Ah, baby, that’s all I needed to hear,” Sebastian coos, leaning over me with his mouth at my ear. “For mercy, Chartreuse, everything about you is so beautiful. I could look at you like this all day. But I need to do more than look at you.”

  “Please. Whatever you need I’ll gladly give it to you,” I whimper, combing my hands through his curls.

  “And I’ll gladly take everything you have to give,” he smirks, and I almost regret my words when I look at the thick, hard, monster awaiting at my entrance. Smiling once more he shoves his leading inside and he lets out a groan and curse. “Like I thought. You feel just as sweet as you taste. Just a little more, hummingbird.”

  He lied.

  It is a lot more.

  With my hands scoring his back, I yelp as he smoothly connects us as one. Over and over again. As soon as my body adjusts to his size, he pulls out, admiring the sight of me laying beneath him and continues his rhythm all over.

  “Promise me,” he grunts in my ear, grinding deeper into me.

  “What?” I moan, taking everything he’s giving me. It hurts but I’ve never felt anything so good.

  “Promise you’ll never take this—you—away from me. I can’t bear not to have you,” Sebastian continues, leaning up on his forearms to look at me. “Promise me!” he growls.

  “I—I promise! Yes, Sebastian, I promise!” I shout as the wood posts of my bed rattle against the wall.

  At my confession, he slows his pace and lowers his mouth to mine, kissing me once more. This time, his tongue gently laps my own as he holds me at the nape of my neck, keeping our lips locked together. His rhythm is so delicate as he circles his hips, grinding into me more gently than before, yet losing none of his fervency.

  I whimper as he does and realize for the first time I am at complete surrender. Missionary. To date, I’ve never fancied this position. Never have I wanted a man to have such control. The only man before now to do so was Monroe and the cretins who raped me on my first night. Since then, as part of my rules, I ensure I am never left to the wiles of any man.

  Until now.

  This is different.

  I feel no desire to buck Sebastian’s whim, or flip him over to straddle his waist. Although I’d gladly get on my knees, allowing him the same intensity from behind, I am just as thankful to be on my back giving him all of me while joyously receiving all of him.

  I’ve never made love like this before. Actually, I have never done anything like this before.

  In this, Sebastian was right. I was a virgin.

  But I am no longer.

  Sebastian leaves no part of me untouched. Returning his mouth to my preciousness as well as exploring my breasts, he delights himself in every part of me. His kiss is as deliberate and his touch passionate as he lays hold to my waist and returns to his earlier intense motion, pounding me so hard nothing but a bouquet of pillows keeps my head from meeting the wall.

  “I told you we would do this together. You give to me and I give to you,” Sebastian moans, lowering himself back to my ear, his sweat dripping to my chin.

  “Yes, Sebastian,” I groan as he resumes his hold at my hips, circling and pounding in long hard strokes.

  “Good,” he growls, now slamming harder into me. “I’m about to give you everything in me, hummingbird and I want you to do the same!” He commands.

  “Ah! Sebastian!” I scream, bucking my hips up to meet his thrusts.

  “Come with me, my little hummingbird. Together.” His husky breathing hitches as his tempo increases and his circling pounding motion drives me to another high of ecstasy. “Now Chartreuse!” He demands.

  My body yields to his command and my heightened release explodes in tidal waves of passion as do his own.

  And now I know how love making truly feels.

  Chapter Twenty- Seven

  “Your eyes are dancing again,” Greta teases as she pours orange juice into a small glass. “As a matter of fact, I think your eyes have danced ever since Master St. John first stepped foot in this house a week ago.” A warm knowing smile crosses her face as she walks back to the stove.

  “And your cross little smile has teased me every day since the first day,” I laugh as she places a small dish of biscuits and ham on the plate in front of me.

  “Well, my apologies Madame Grenoble. You know I don’t mean to poke fun,” she adds with a light touch to my shoulder. “But truly I am happy for you. Besides dancing eyes are hardly a cause for alarm.”

  “Thank you, Greta,” I quietly reply as she takes off her baking apron and puts on a clean one. Pinching the crusty edges of the biscuits, I take small nibbles, but notice I don’t have much of an appetite.

  “This is the third morning you’ve picked over your food ma’am. Are you not hungry?” Greta asks with her hands on her hips and her gaze narrowed with worry.

  “Oh, I’m just a bit distracted is all,” I mutter in response while watching my fingers pick through the baked bread.

  “Is everything okay? The other mornings I didn’t think much of it since Master St. John was
here. I thought you were being prim for him. But he left before breakfast this morning and still you don’t eat.” Greta keeps her sights on me as she awaits my response, but I am not sure I want to utter my angst.

  Forcibly clearing her throat, Greta plops down in the stool across from the kitchen table and crosses her legs and folds her arms at her waist, still glaring at me.

  “I’m sure it’s nothing,” I mumble, now picking the hard edges of the ham.

  Sighing, Greta raises her brow and leans back against the wall, unwilling to let this moment pass.

  “I almost hate to say it, but here it goes. Have you ever had something so good happen in your life that you’re afraid you’ll either wake up from your dream, or fear it will soon be stolen from you?”

  Sitting up, Greta takes a deep breath after palming the sides of her face.

  “I’m sorry. Forget I said it. I know it sounds silly,” I recant and quickly heave down a helping of orange juice.

  “Every day of my life.” With a pointed stare, Greta’s tone is darker than normal and her eyes glaze with a fear I thought I alone understood.

  “Greta?” I say her name, regaining her attention.

  “Yes, ma’am I know the feeling,” she begins in a slightly lighter tone. “I feel it every day. I felt it everyday on the plantation when nothing good in particular was going on. The only good was knowing I had a breath of life. But each day I feared someone would take that from me. I’d seen it done to my family and so many on the plantation. Most thought that because I was relegated to the master’s house, life was easy. It wasn’t. If it wasn’t master making his way to my room or his wife beating me because he did, I yet lived in constant fear that soon the happiness that was the breath of life would be stolen from me.”

  “Oh, Greta, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you relive such a horrid time—”

  “It’s quite all right, Miss. Whether you say it or you don’t I live it every day.” Despite the darkness of her tone, Greta manages a small smile to curve and soften the corners of her face. Rising from her seat, she pats the front of her apron as if there were wrinkles and walks toward the window. Looking out into the patio she continues, “But the fear didn’t end when I left the plantation. I still feel it here now. After Lord Marchand purchased the freedom of me and many of my kin, I feared one day someone would storm in this house and take me away. They would not care that I have a damn piece of paper to say I am no one’s property. I fear they wouldn’t give much leeway to a colored supernatural. I fear one day they’ll still win.”