Part 25 (1/2)

Chapter 27.

Mistakes and a Bed of Roses I had frozen as if an ice queen had just cast a deadly spell. In my head a voice screamed out to cover myself up but in this case I wasn't the only one doing the wrong thing. Vincent still hadn't moved, although I was pretty sure it was wrong of him to be staring at me the way he still was. It was the first time I saw a flicker of the same power Draven held, run through his brother's body. I saw blue light emanate from his feet and as it travelled up to his upper body, it changed to a darker shade, reminding me of the day's sky turning into night.

He hadn't moved any closer but I could almost hear the want in his bones begging him to work until they reach the bed's edge. Then the candles started to flicker making it the second time I had ever felt fear around Vincent. The first time of course, being in the car park where he caught me before his brother could follow in his footsteps to take me against my will.

After what seemed like a small forever, I forced some words from my trembling lips.

”Vincent...I...I am so sorry...I didn't...” The words seemed to tumble out like a lost cause but whatever it sounded like, it seemed to work because his response was a gentle, ”Ssssh, please don't do that.” His smooth voice made my skin p.r.i.c.kle and a weird vibration flashed down my naked neck. His glowing body faded back into the darkness now that he appeared to be calming whatever emotions had been running wild with his mind. Now that he was once again just a silhouette in the room, he decided he was going to move from the spot he had been glued to and finally my mind did the same and kicked into gear, covering myself up with the bed covers. By the time we came face to face, we were looking less risky about our situation. My skin was covered and his eyes didn't glow with the dangerous l.u.s.t I had seen.

I bit my lip like it would help prevent the situation from getting any worse... that being my big mouth! But this reaction made him smile and he knelt down to my level so he didn't look so threatening from the height of him towering above me. He wasn't much shorter than his brother, there being mere inches between them. His skin was paler than Draven's and the faint light from the now steady candles were casting a warm orange glow onto his soft features. He was still smiling and it looked like he was trying very hard not to let his eyes linger anywhere else but from my face.

”You know we really need to stop meeting like this!” He joked and finally I could let air out of my mouth.

”I'm so sorry, I thought....”

”I know, you thought I was Dom.” He said in a whisper before I could explain. At this I covered my shame filled head in my hands.

”Oh G.o.d! Why does this keep happening? What is Draven going to say?” I know it was a little tactless but it was all I could think about. I jumped slightly when I felt Vincent's cool skin come into contact with mine, but when his fingers started to pry my hands away, I relaxed when met with his sympathetic face.

”He's not going to find out Keira, I think for everyone's sake this one should be kept between me and you. But I will tell you something...This is the last time I will be coming here to give you messages that Dom should be doing himself!” It was the first sign of disapproval I had seen him direct at his brother before and it shocked me. It was as though he didn't think kindly on him for making me wait like this.

”He's not coming yet is he?” I asked looking down to hide both my disappointment and relief.

”Not yet... no, he sent me here to tell you he had some business to deal with before joining you, only if he knew what you had planned, I think business would most certainly be delayed.” He tried to hid a cheeky grin I didn't ever expect to see on Vincent's face. But the wink he followed it up with surprised me more. I laughed and its purpose became clear.

”I had a feeling he would never have knocked.” I said more to myself than Vincent.

”And why would you have ever though a man like my brother would have?” He laughed but when he saw my face he could read his sister's name all over my thoughts.

”Ah...Sophia!” He sighed and rolled his eyes.

”It wasn't all her fault, she just suggested that she could get a message to him to knock...you know...so I would know he was coming.” I added quietly, which furthermore added to my shame.

”I see.”

”You really won't tell him?” I asked hopefully.

”Oh no...trust me, the way Dom's temper is at the moment, it wouldn't be the smartest of things to do.” He wasn't laughing anymore and I shuddered at the words Dom and temper in the same sentence.

”Why... is he angry?”

”Yes but trust me,” he motioned to my body with his hand and added, ”This will help” Which made my cheeks torch the blood beneath my skin. He s.h.i.+fted his weight and was standing again before I had time to blink. He was about to leave but I grabbed his hand to hold him back. He looked down at the small, black satin fingers that had curled around his large palm.

”Thank you Vincent.”

”For what, exactly?” His eyes didn't dare look at mine but his voice shook with leaked emotions.

”For being my...my friend,” I replied but as soon as the answer reached his ears his skin started to turn icy cold. I dropped my hand from his and tucked it under the covers to warm it back up. He turned from me but before he left, he corrected me.

”I'm much more than that Keira!” And with that bomb sh.e.l.l, he left as quickly as an Angel with wings.

I was left not only utterly embarra.s.sed but also feeling a little guilty and I wasn't sure why? Was it my imagination or did Vincent seem to have a few deeper feelings swimming about in his mind. And even more confusing...were they about me? I shook that idea out of my head quickly and put it all down to some hidden feelings about someone else. Maybe seeing me and Draven so happy together, made those emotions to finding his own happiness all that stronger.

I battled like this for about an hour and by the end didn't come up with any answers to Vincent's strange behaviour around me. In front of Draven he was as he had always been but when we were alone it was definitely different. More intense and I'm not just talking about all the accidents we kept having. Ever since that kiss we shared, I felt like his eyes were following me everywhere. He would notice every move I made and his senses would interpret every detail. If I frowned he would frown, if I smiled he would follow suit. I had put it all down to protecting what his brother loves but what if I was wrong? What if there was more to it?

In the end I must have fallen asleep because when I heard the sound of breathing above me I found myself in the dark. I only had opened my eyes a tiny degree, enough to add a figure to the breathing. I was acting asleep because I didn't know who it was that was stood above me like a statue of Rome. I was lying on my back with one arm above my head and the other resting lightly on my stomach.

I tried to keep my breathing light, like deep slumber would have induced but it was hard giving the position I was in. I wasn't about to make the same mistake a third time and a.s.sume it was Draven that loomed deadly tranquil over me. If it had been Vincent I wanted to pretend I was asleep but if it was Lucius then I knew I was still dreaming. Why were all the men in my life exceptionally tall and well built, why can't we have all the badies like little goblins, b.u.mpy and disgusting and all the goodies tall and handsome...that would be helpful!

I felt my hair move away from my face but there was no hand that governed it. Then the bed covers followed and moved down my body exposing my rose covered corset and matching thong. Then what looked like a black hand rose above me and illuminated my body from the bluish sparks that ignited from under the shadowed skin. It moved over my figure, following every curve without contact. At this I heard a low growl that came from the gut of a supernatural. The covers kept disappearing to the bottom of the bed and soon I could feel the cold edge of the night on the thin material of my stockinged legs. They had stayed in place thanks to the suspender belt that attached on to the lace around my thighs.

The room went silent and I could hear the wild weather blowing nature to within an inch of its life outside. I didn't know what was worse, being out there and letting Mother Nature give me a sound las.h.i.+ng or in here without a clue as to who or what was taking in my sight like sleeping prey.

Then every nerve in my body lit up making me let out a moan in unspeakable pleasure. Fingertips had started to touch my ankle just after the blue light disappeared and then worked their way up with a fine art. It was like this hand was communicating with my blood making it tingle uncontrollably, fusing a connection with my vulnerable body and my even more vulnerable s.e.x. I bit down on my lip to hold in the screams that wanted to erupt. I s.h.i.+fted under the fingers but the lightest touch turned quickly into a secure hold on my inner leg. Whoever it was didn't want to let me go! And deep down I didn't want them to, until Draven's face popped into my head and made my eyes flash open to face my stalker.

It was only when I was faced with the mix of Angelic and Demonic glow of Draven's power that my heart flipped in both realisation and excitement. His eyes looked strained in a control he was trying not to lose and his other hand was balled into a fist by his side. The contrast to the gentle hand he touched me with and the other that was taking his frustration was blatantly obvious.

He was acting slowly, like he was trying hard not to get too carried away too quickly. One thing was clear, tonight was going to give me what I had been craving for but I wasn't going to be in control as I had planned. His tensed muscles told me as much. He was now looking directly into my eyes but he still hadn't spoken. It was like he was drowning in my image before consuming my mind with his commanding voice. Soon he would do to me what he wanted to do and all the while giving me more pleasure than any normal human girl could take, I was sure.

He let his fist uncurl and his other hand left my leg so that he could pull my hands round to the front of me. I couldn't help it ... I spoke first.

”What...” I cleared my croaky whisper before continuing. ”What are you doing?” I asked but all I got was, ”Ssssh, be silent,” with a shaking of his head. Then, with a tight grip on my glove covered wrists and a sharp tug upwards, my body flung towards him like I was the one with powers. I let out a gasp but his lips caught it as my upper body was now securely in his concrete arms. He wrapped them around my waist and his fingers entwined in the tightly, tied cord at the back of my corset that concealed my b.r.e.a.s.t.s from him. I felt them about to pull it free but he stopped himself, all the while devouring me in deep, sensual kisses.

He was trying to taste every inch of me as his mouth moved from mine to my neck and shoulders. He was still holding all my weight and one arm moved further around my back and up my spine to my neck, where his hand supported the top of my backbone as he bent it backwards. He grabbed a handful of my loose hair and pulled it downwards to encourage my movements, all the while never letting it hurt me.

His mouth played at the base of my ear before moving closer down to where my pulse was the fastest. There he didn't even bother to tease me with his teeth. No, he didn't have the will for that, proving as much when he bit down into my flesh making me cry out in a blissful pain that made me succ.u.mb to the pleasure growing in between my thighs. I came with o.r.g.a.s.mic results for the entire time that he remained sucking the essence out of me. I could feel the warmth of my blood seep out of the puncture wounds he had made but the two little streams didn't get far as he licked it back upwards, not wasting a single drop.

I was panting when he had finished tasting my blood and mixing it with his own as I was now very much a part him, with our blood creating a new energy inside his veins. This idea made me smile in the dark, showing off the whites of my teeth, like a beacon to where my thoughts lay. After he noted the bliss in my eyes, he licked my small wounds again and I felt them start to fuse together, the skin replacing the stinging pain with an annoying itch. He touched it lightly with his thumb and after a few circular movements it was all as though it had never happened.

My body was still in its aftermath stages of a huge release but Draven wasn't about to give me any time to recover. He raised me up further and took hold of me from under the legs with one arm and the other held my upper body. He stood up straight and any other man's back would have strained with the awkward weight of carrying a body from leaning down. But Draven made me feel as though I weighed nothing more than a bag of leaves caught up in the wind. He walked towards the gla.s.s doors and I stiffened in his hold.

”Where are you taking me?” I whispered but he didn't answer. It was almost like he was lost in his own world and I just hoped it was one where he didn't forget that I was a very breakable human that would no doubt catch my death if I went out into that stormy night. I gripped on to his suit jacket as he was still wearing what I had seen on him earlier, making me the only different one...that being the near to naked one. This time he didn't need to touch the gla.s.s for it to respond and as it opened, the cold hit me like a tidal wave of ice.

”Draven!” I said in more of an urgent tone. But as soon as he took his first step outside, my mind was more concerned with the rippling vibrations erupting from under his skin. This close up, I could actually see the purple energy flowing through his veins like it had replaced his blood with light. Then I cried out with shock, when I saw two huge dark wings emerge from his back making a ripping sound, like they had cut their way from his flesh.

The wind was fierce and whipped around our bodies like a la.s.so. My hair flew about like an abandoned flag and the rain started to pelt down as a warning to the ever growing storm. I was about to beg him for shelter when I was silenced by a blank wall of feathers. His wings had shot forward creating a storm proof coc.o.o.n around me. He was covered up to the neck with the softest long feathers that any exotic bird would have been jealous of.

I couldn't help but reach out and touch them. I don't know why I was surprised to find them warm through my gloved fingers. I heard him moan a little and I wondered if it was a nice feeling to have them explored by human hands. I soon forgot about the wild night's weather and got lost in my heated little feather bubble. I could feel him taking me somewhere but I didn't dare ask as it was evident that he wasn't in the talking mood. The changes in his movements were the only indication that we were not just walking straight. I felt him climb stairs and jump long distances but all the time he kept me covered and safe.

I could have gone to sleep quite easily but excitement had me buzzing. Where was he taking me and more importantly, what was he going to do with me when we got there? Thankfully my questions didn't plague me for too long as I felt him slow down and when his wings went back I wasn't hit with the wind like I was expecting.

He was walking us into a magnificent oasis of flowers. It was like we had just broken into heaven itself! I looked up at him to see him staring ahead, with serious intent plastered on his face. I followed his eyes and saw a clearing in the middle of the treasures of the natural world. I felt like I was on drugs or at least how they always made out in movies. Flowers moved in a nonexistent wind and the moon that should have been hidden behind stormy black clouds lit up the fantasy. We were outside I was sure but I doubted even Draven was powerful enough to change the weather. There was no rain, no cold bitter chill, there was just calm life that reached up to the heavens above. It was only when I followed the wall of life up that I realised we were in a gla.s.s dome and then it didn't take long before I could hear the rain las.h.i.+ng down against the gla.s.s. I loved that sound. The drops of water too heavy for its creators and leaving the clouds, like escaping souls trying desperately to get to earth.

His footsteps were in rhythm to the sound of the outside world and as it got angrier, he got calmer. I wanted to ask a million questions but my eyes drank in this little hidden world instead of speaking of it. The smell of thousands of flowers all in bloom was intoxicating and I was getting drunk from their sweet perfumes. I wanted the sun to come out, so that I could soak in their dazzling colours but the moon's light had to suffice. The room was huge and only when we got to the centre did I see what was meant for us. The clearing was surrounded by life and covered every inch of the floor by deep, red rose heads that matched my corset. There wasn't one thorn as he laid me down onto the softest bed in existence.

A bed of roses.