Darlings of Paranormal Romance (Anthology) (72 page)

“
Ivy, you nearly killed me,
and that truly is quite a feat.”

Laughing dryly, I looked up at him,
shocked to see a single red tear fall from his eyes.

“
I would have found a way
to kill myself had I lost you,” he said. “Nothing is worth living
for if you are not here to share it with me.”

I laid my head on his chest, questions
swarming my confused brain. I wanted answers, but my eyes started
to close, and I gave up the good fight. I was safe, I was in
Lucius’ arms, and that’s all I cared about right then. Leaning
against him, I sighed and asked him to take us home.

Chapter Nine

I awoke suddenly with the dire need to
use the bathroom. I was back at Lucius’ house, and I slid out of
the bed but almost crashed to the floor as my legs gave out beneath
me. Every muscle in my body ached badly, and I steadied myself with
the bedpost for a moment before hobbling toward the connected
bathroom. A light glowed softly from there, lighting my way. I
closed the door gently so as not to awaken him, and then quickly
sat down to relieve my full bladder.

As I sat there, I gazed down at my
feet and winced. They were raw and bloody, and I wondered mildly if
I had stained Lucius’ satin sheets. Tomorrow, I thought, I would
wash them. My thoughts turned to the previous day’s events. How had
I managed to escape the king and his cronies? Truly, they were far
stronger than I was. Did the king have some ulterior motive for
letting me go? I looked down at my wrist and saw it was almost
silver in color now. Gingerly, I rubbed it, but no sign of pain or
heat came from my touch. What did that mean?

A soft knock on the door stopped my
contemplation.

“
Ivy, are you
okay?”

“
Fine. Just give me one
minute, please.”

Smiling shyly, I finished quickly,
then got up and washed my hands. I then hobbled over to the door to
open it. As I pulled open the door, I saw Lucius’ molten eyes shone
with concern. The look on his face nearly stole my breath away.
This man truly loved me. I slid my arms around him and kissed the
tip of his nose. Giggling, I snuggled into him, inhaling the spot
just under his ear.

Lucius lifted my legs up and around
his waist and pushed me against the sink counter.

“
Ivy, your feet, they are
so sore. Let me clean them for you and rub some salve on them to
help heal them.” He set me on the counter.

I shrugged and sat there waiting while
he filled the sink with warm water and some bath salts. He then
turned me slightly and leaned me against him so I could place my
foot into the sink. Ever so gently, he rubbed my left foot,
kneading it with his fingers. Every touch sent shivers down my
spine, every touch pooled moisture into my panties. Squirming with
awakened desire, I grabbed onto Lucius’ muscled arms.

“
Sit still, I need to clean
your poor feet.” Slowly, almost painfully, he administered tender
care to my left foot, before turning his attention to the other
one. While my foot soaked, he used a soft towel and dried my clean
one. He then warmed some salve in his palms, before applying it to
the sole and toes with gentle hands.

Every fiber of my being roared into
desirous awakening. My nipples hardened, and my throat went dry. I
started rubbing my hands across Lucius’ chest, reveling in the feel
of his beautiful skin. Leaning forward, I kissed his chest, and
then, on a sigh, I found his nipple and sucked it into my mouth.
Lucius let out a loud groan and roughly rushed through the washing
of my other foot. Smiling, I continued to suck his nipple into my
mouth. My body found the taste of him addicting. Quickly, Lucius
slid my foot out of the sink and toweled it off. He then grabbed
the salve and massaged some in, and all the while I continued
lathing his hard little nipple. When I peered up at him from
beneath lowered lashes and teasingly flicked my tongue, he groaned,
dropped the bottle of salve onto the sink, and grabbed me to pull
me close. He lifted my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. His eyes
shone like stars, filled with passion for me. Intense heat rippled
off his body, and the red rings around his pupils shone like
passion-filled eternity rings. Gasping, I reached up and pulled him
toward me. His mouth crashed down on mine, and I plunged my tongue
into his mouth. I wanted him. Now.

A trickle of sweat dripped off his
brow, and I slid my finger along the line, following it as it
dropped to his stomach. I dipped my head and lapped the droplet up
with the tip of my tongue. On a groan, Lucius dropped to his knees
and pushed my legs wide open. Slowly, he kissed his way up my legs
to my inner thighs. Wriggling with urgent need, I arched forward,
nearly falling off the sink. Lucius held me there and pushed his
face into my soaking, inner core. Inhaling, he moaned loudly and
bit my swollen clit. I screamed at the intense pleasure rippling
through my body. Lucius ran a finger along my wet core and then
pressed it slowly inside me. Instantly, I gripped his finger,
squeezing tightly with my inner walls. My body finding its natural
rhythm, I bucked into his finger. He placed a second finger inside
me, and I rode them both wildly. I could not stop my wanton body’s
need, slamming my drenched pussy around his fingers, soaking him
with my desire. Lucius slid my legs up over his shoulders and
slowly danced up my body. I noted somewhere along the way he had
lost his shorts, and I cried out with the frenzy of desire building
up inside of me.

“
Lucius, please I can’t
take it anymore; I need you so badly.”

“
How badly do you want
me?”

“
Please, oh dear Gods,
Lucius, fuck me. Fuck me like you are mad at me.”

Grinning, Lucius slid forward and
removed his fingers.

“
No, don’t pull away. I
need you.” I clutched at him, and my body screamed for
release.

Lucius leaned in, and on one hard
thrust, I found my world becoming everything I ever wanted it to
be. Oh dear Gods, heaven must have sent this man. He grabbed my ass
and pulled me into him, slamming into me. I met his thrusts, Our
bodies became one, sweat coated our skin, and I could barely
breathe with the desire mounting inside me. I felt like a wild cat
in heat, and I use my nails on him, scrapping and digging into his
backside. Every thrust he gave sent me closer to complete bliss.
Our tongues mated in a wild dance, choreographed by Venus herself.
Suddenly, my body convulsed around Lucius’ cock. He roared,
throwing back his head like a proud lion, and his seed shot into me
over and over again, filling me with a warmth that only we would
share. I fell against his chest, unable to stay upright anymore.
Lucius lifted me off the sink, and we slid to the floor of the
bathroom. He lay on his back, and I wrapped myself around him.
Lucius pulled my hair, and I looked up at him.

“
You are mine,” he said.
“Always mine.”

Smiling at his caveman talk, I gave
him a chaste kiss on his perfect full lips and then laid my head on
his chest. I did not know what it was like for other couples when
they made love. I only knew this was perfection for me, for us;
there were truly no words in any language suitable for what we had.
Smiling and content, I found myself falling into a deep
sleep.

“
I love you, Lucius,” I
whispered as I drifted off.

A loud bang woke me up, and I sat
there a moment, trying to figure out what it was. Dazed, I sat
there rubbing my eyes, my heart banging wildly.

“
Ivy, it’s okay; it’s just
thunder. Lay back down.”

Turning, I saw Lucius lying beside me
in the bed. His hair was all mussed, a delicious, rumpled look that
begged to be ruffled. Snuggling down into his open arms, I
sighed.

“
I don’t like storms; they
are never good news.”

Lucius held me tightly and stroked my
back, making circles with his fingers.

“
You are safe with me,
Ivy.”

Lightning streaked across the sky,
casting the room in an eerie glow. Shuddering, I snuggled in
closer. Looking up into his face, I fought the urge to cry. His
face was a lovefest for my tired eyes. His shone like stars,
illuminating my weary world, and his mouth was a beacon for my
soul, calling me to kiss him, which I did. Smiling, Lucius held me
tight, and our kiss went from sweet to seductive in seconds. I
pushed him back and moved to straddle him.

“
Ivy, you are beautiful;
every inch of you drives my body wild with desire.”

I smiled and stoked my hands down his
chest, my naked core slightly above his rising desire.

“
Take what you want from
me,” he said.

With that, I slid down on to his rigid
cock. I rode him slowly, rising up and down, my pussy soaking him
with my desire. Harder and harder I rode him, his hips rising to
meet me, my breasts bouncing with every thrust Lucius gave. He
gripped my hips and slammed into my tight sheath, finding my
sensitive spot. Arching back, leaning my arms back on the bed,
opening myself up to his eyes, I rode on. He pinched around my
clit, making me scream. Harder and harder I rode him, my breasts
bouncing wildly, my head thrown the whole way back, exposing my
neck. Lucius grabbed hold of me and pulled me up hard against him.
I slid my legs around his waist, and he grabbed my hair, pulling my
head to the side. Without a word, he bit into my neck, and my
sheath clamped down on his cock. My world exploded, his sucking of
my neck, my milking of his cock, my world just imploded. Lucius
broke the bite and licked my wounds clean.

Pulling my face back up to his, he
looked at me, his eyes completely black and the red rings glowing
wildly with heated desire. I kissed his swollen lips and tasted the
metallic tang on them. My nipples burned with desire, and I lifted
myself up off his cock and held onto the headboard in front of me.
Lucius held onto me, stroking his fingers near my breasts. He took
one of my nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around, over
and over. My legs were spread wide, as I knelt above him so he
could bite and suckle my nipples. His hands found my ass, and he
pulled me in closer. One hand slid to my front, and he teased my
engorged bud. I found myself losing the will to kneel in front of
him, but Lucius held me up, grabbing my ass with one hand, sucking
my nipple, fingering my bud and soaking core. He bit down hard on
one nipple, sucking it into his mouth, and I screamed and slid down
his body where his erect shaft waited for me. He pulled hard on my
hips, and I closed the distance, slamming onto his beautiful
phallus.

How this man could be so turned on so
quickly was yet another question that fleetingly crossed my mind,
only to be swallowed up by a delicious French kiss. Somewhere in
the recesses of my mind, I heard a noise, but my body’s needs
tamped down my normal, rational brain function. Moaning into
Lucius’ kiss, I slid down his cock, tightening myself around it,
feeling Lucius shudder in my grip. Sliding my hands through his
hair, I pulled him closer to me, and our kiss grew so passionate,
breathing was becoming difficult.

All at once, the double windows in
Lucius’ room crashed open. Shards of glass flew through the air
like a million sprites dancing around the room. Before I could
react, several pieces impaled themselves into me. I heard Lucius
roar, and he pulled me down off the bed onto the floor. Covering my
body with his, he looked up and shouted in a language I had never
heard. Shivering, naked and cut beneath Lucius, I cowered on the
Persian rug, trying to find something to cover myself with.
Somehow, I felt I could deal with anything if I were more suitably
attired. Spotting a throw on the chaise, I tried to crawl away from
Lucius, but he grabbed me roughly and held me down. I glanced up at
him, only to find myself looking into the face of a stranger. This
was not the man I loved. His eyes glowed eerily; his face was more
angular and haunted. Shivering, I tried to explain my predicament,
but words failed me. Instead, I slumped down, wondering who had
come through the window, but inside, I knew. King Casimiro and
those dreaded cronies of his had finally found us. Lucius leaped up
off me and dove across the bed. Risking a glance, I peeked up over
the bed and saw Lucius reach the other side to retrieve a sword. I
felt like I was watching a 3D movie about the Knights of the Round
Table, but somehow, I doubted this version would have a happy
ending.

Taking my chances, I dove across the
floor and just reached the chaise when I felt my arm being wrenched
out from in front of me. Screaming in pain, I tried to turn and
kick whoever had me, only to find myself facing the king. He had me
hanging by my arm, naked. The pain immobilized me. The king flashed
an evil smile, his fangs descending from his mouth. They looked as
large as a tiger’s canines. His eyes, like Lucius’, glowed
eerily.

“
Little Ivy, how nice of
you to dress for the occasion.”

Dying of mortification, I tried to
pull myself out of the king’s grip, but he was unmerciful in his
hold, tightening it all the more. Gasping for breath, trying to
breathe through the pain, I stole a glance at Lucius, who was
standing frozen in place, facing us. This was going to be a fight
to the death; there truly could be no other conclusion than a
grizzly knock down orgy of testosterone. I turned to face the king,
and he stopped looking at Lucius long enough to leer at
me.