Chapter 25
Seeds of Jealousy
Chapter 25
She could see him clearly as if the shroud of darkness had been suddenly lifted after all the years had passed. Never before had she witnessed such madness, the chaos evident within his deadened gaze chilling her to the core. It was always serene around him, never this desolate sensation that threatened to envelope her, swallowing her whole. There hadn't been a moment in which she was afraid of him, always turning to him with hope, knowing that he would be able to guide her through any crisis that rose. Now, however, she couldn't trust him, she feared him more than she respected him, and that broke her heart anew.
As she reached her hand out to him in understanding, she saw as he lifted his obsidian eyes to her, any expression of recognition gone. He was lost to the rage that had surfaced, forever the one who would slew those who crossed him. He was no longer benevolent, the malicious intent rising with each breath. His blood soaked lips parted as he grinned deceitfully as he took her risen hand and clutched her close to him, feeling the tremors that coursed through her body. She knew he could scent her fear and as he ran a possessive hand down the fall of her golden tresses, Calleigh, for the first time shuddered in disgust.
"Master, I understand fully," she whispered hesitantly. "I will never deceive you."It pained her dearly to have to assure him of this, as if her loyalty over the years wasn't enough, but she felt as if it were something she had to do in order to quell the anger of her master.
Lifting her eyes to his, she cringed as he opened his mouth, the blackened blood flowing out of it, coating her profusely. The foul odor assailed her, causing her to gag, her body beginning to struggle against his hold on her.
As he licked his lips and brushed them against her throat, she read his intent clearly. She could hear his voice, strangled with fury, "It would be your first and last mistake, my dear. Those who cross me do not live to do it twice…"
The dread seemed to sloth off of her as she began to awake fully, the sensation of the hard planes of his chest under her hand calming her dismay. For days now, she'd been having the same dream, the one in where Sebastian was forever changed by the all consuming anger he unleashed on Tyrell. The images of the battle still rang true within her mind, and it was an effort to keep those thoughts as well as the fear from her master. Even as she looked upon him with the anger dissipated, she still saw the maniacal gleam hiding deeply within his eyes. The softness of his grey eyes that once calmed her now provided her with nothing but deep seated anxiety, giving rise to the fear that threatened her very sanity.
Feeling her anxiety, Horatio reached for her blindly, pulling her back down into his embrace. He could tell that something was unsettled in Calleigh; most of the nights since the event with Tyrell she seemed disconnected with him and all others around her, usually resigning herself to the confines of her gun lab alone. Even as they fed together, he noticed how withdrawn she'd become in the act, his worry starting to overwhelm him completely. Gone was the self assured woman he'd fell in love with, her own confidence muted by what lain underneath. She had tried to keep it away from him with the distance, but Horatio could ascertain what was going on with her. What he saw manifesting within her was disturbing, but he could easily scent it on her: fear.
He had to admit, witnessing Sebastian dispatch Tyrell was horrifying, but it instilled within him not only a slight fear, but also an immense amount of respect. There was no mistaking that Sebastian was the rightful ruler of their coven and as such, the display of his berth of power was sobering to say the least.
Tracing a finger down the slope of her shoulder, Horatio stared at the ceiling, racking his brain for the solution to the problem that now presented itself. He had to somehow bring Calleigh back to herself, to shake the oppressive fear away from her.
"Calleigh, I wish you would talk to me about what's been bothering you, even though I have a hunch as to what it is." Feeling her head lift, he shifted himself more to face her, the softness of her skin igniting a fire within him. At a time like this, he would've thought that his arousals would be quelled, but as he gazed into her eyes, he could feel the familiar stirrings as he fought them back, his concern for her overriding his hunger at the moment.
Knowing exactly what he was doing, Calleigh closed her eyes slowly and shook her head, moving quickly to pin him to his back. In her quest to keep Horatio unaware of her dispelling thoughts of Sebastian, she'd taken to distracting him when he began to question her. Slithering down the length of his body, she paused at his chest, flicking her tongue against his skin, a satisfied smile rising on her lips at the sound of his blissful hiss.
Descending more, her hands glided over his muscled chest, her feather touches having the desired effect. He had stopped talking to concentrate on what she was doing, evidence of his arousal now surfacing through his erection. Catching his line of sight, she gave him a wicked smile and encased his member with her mouth completely, slowly running her tongue up and down. His back bowing signaled that the conversation, at least for the moment, was over. As a reward, she took him down further before retracting him, for a brief moment, watching as he gave himself over to her touch. She set her lips to him again and engulfed him greedily, her own body beginning to react to her actions.
The softness of her lips coupled with the wet heat of her mouth wiped his mind of any thought other than mounting her beautiful body and he began to allow the lust to filter over him. The hunger grew within him and he growled as she took him expertly, opening his eyes to see his member appearing and disappearing at a rapid pace. The sensation was so intense that he snarled at her, causing her to pause for a second to hiss up at him, her eyes dark with passion and unimaginable lust.
Relinquishing the hold on his unflappable control, Horatio began to thrust into her mouth in earnest, her purrs of response propelling him more. The urges were beginning to best him, his release surging forth rapidly. Soon the tables would turn and he would have her exactly where he wanted her, underneath him and writhing with pleasure. Their time was short as they were expected at the manor for the ceremony, but as he began to release his seed for her to receive, he was willing to forget his responsibilities for a time and gorge himself on her body and her blood.
TBC….
