So my first heavy rater M scene this chapter. It was the reason for my slow update because I was hesitant to make it as graphic as I did but I think I kept it tasteful and I hope you enjoy!
Baron's chest heaves from running a great distance. Along the way they had managed to find themselves good and lost in the dark depths of the eastern wood; keeping on pace and away from the Were's territory. His three other companions stop when they see he has paused in his sprint. The air held an earthy moist scent; it was palpable to say the least. Baron pulls and straightens the gun holster he had under his jacket while taking a rest against the bark of an old aspen.
"Are we to rest now?" Cardinal asks while brushing away sweat from his upper brow.
"A short time yes. I don't like the feeling in the air here." Baron says cryptically.
"We've been running for over an hour and we've barely made a dent in the distance we have yet to overcome." River points out while glancing over the map again.
"After we make it through the deadfall, we'll make quicker work of flat land. Don't fret too much Amazon." Baron tells him.
"Amazon? You haven't called me that in years." River says with a chuckle. He had adopted the nickname from the Amazon River. People thought he was wild and just as untamed so the name stuck. He held the affectionate title with quiet pride as his heart beamed.
"Feeling sentimental?" Baron taunts.
"Nope, just thought you'd forgotten everything about us in your time away."
"Why do I have the sneaking suspicion that you think I'm a tight ass?" Baron scrutinizes.
"Because you are! But don't worry; I'm here just to lighten the mood for people like you." River says with a teasing grin.
"Oh, now I'll rest easy." Baron says with a head shake.
The wind blows between the branches and rustles the leaves to stir. A chill in the air was present and not the type to make you shiver but that unsettled eerie silences that strikes into a heart. Insects crawl on the earth beneath their feet as if they themselves were fleeing from the uneasy presence. Kane crushes a beetle with his boot heel while pulling a snarl.
"Let's go. How long must we wait?" He says with flared eyes. His two sapphire pupils catch the moonlight while his blood red hair hangs over his forehead.
"I agree, something is a stir in these woods and it is best we leave." Cardinal says standing while straitening the lapels of his jacket.
"Than we continue on our same path. Don't let anything waver in your step, the enemy shall see." Baron rises to his full height and runs a hand back through his mousy brown locks. He went without his shades tonight and his face felt bare without them. His eyes make quick work of surveying the area before he starts into a sprint down the dirt path of the woods. His men follow; the mud kicks up from behind their heels along with stray forest debris.
In his head all he can think about is Rose. Her smile and her calm acceptance to the situation in which he now was the cause. It wasn't fair for him to ask so much of her but damn it, Max would never own up to his own problems, leaving Baron to clean up the mess. Her touch lingered on his skin. The very scent of her was imbedded in his shirt fibres. What would it feel like to wake beside her after a ravenous night of love making? To him it had always been about plain sex and a quick release but with Rose, he would want to cherish the moment. She would be tiny in his large arms and he would have to be careful not to break her. He imagines her porcelain fine neck and the artery that pulsated there. How soft and delicate the skin would be; his teeth could penetrate deep and take her all in. His eyes fade to a deep onyx black and his fangs elongate without his permission. Goddamn bloodlust was taking over and now was not the time to lose control. He needed to keep his head clear and not lose sight of what he had to do. His only fear was, if he wanted her this bad now; what would he do when the distance between them closed in?
Rose flips through the channels for a fifth time and set the remote down with a sigh. Most of the shows were similar to hers back home with the exception of news reports coming from a portly vampire fellow. He had talked about illegal crimes of bootlegging Demon blood and the rise in demand for protection in the western woods. Neither subject in which held interest for her. But whatever lied in those western woods could not have been good and she didn't want to stick around to find out. She was bored; utterly and completely bored. With Baron gone along with most of his companions, she was left to look after herself, with what little help Sterling would provide. Her stomach startled to rumble and until now she had not eaten since being taken. But when she searched through the cupboards and fridge, she found nothing but alcohol and what she presumed was blood. Moronic vampires, she thought bitterly. Didn't they know she needed food to survive or were they quick to forget in buying her anything? She was desperate to gain help but all she had was Sterling and he didn't seem in the best of moods from his departure. But it was either she stay silent and starves or suck up her fear and go talk to him. They would probably be upset if she dropped dead of hungry she thought with a shrug.
She grabbed the card key from the table that Baron left her before leaving this time. The hall was quiet and no lights were shining under Sterling's door. She felt a trifle bit queasy while taking short strides to his door. She'd clutch at the wall to keep her balance as her legs refused to work properly. In her mind she began to realize she was afraid of this man, for more reasons then one. Her hands clam up and she rubs them on the waist of the robe before taking a breath to knock. The sound seemed to echo off the walls and she clamps her teeth tight while waiting for the door to open. Her breathing felt wheezy and her head felt light.
The door opens slowly and Sterling held a bleak expression on his face. His eyes look sullen but his suit was kept in tack like always. Never a strand of thread loose on his jacket or a hair astray atop his perfect head. He held contempt for her in his eyes.
"Something I can do for you?" he asks bluntly.
"Umm…I am without food and as I'm sure you're aware, I need it." She says uncomfortably.
He remains silent and thoughtful. "To the kitchen then." He said walking back into his room. She follows when the door is left open, assuming he was inviting her in.
"You have a nice place." She comments while looking around. The lighting was dim and the walls were dark lavender. Two cream colored sofas sat around a mahogany coffee table. He had no television but instead an old record player that was being unused at the moment. He had bottles of scotch on display in his side bar and the flooring was a fluffy white carpet. Her toes sank into the feeling like it was a white sand beach.
"I'm glad you are pleased with the décor." He answers disinterested, clearly unfazed if she liked it or not. He goes into the refrigerator and pulls out a carton of orange juice. "What do you want to eat?" he asks.
"Oh I think I'd eat anything at this point."
He taps his fingers on the marble countertops impatiently while rummaging through the cupboards. She admired the way his back muscles could be seen through his shirt while he reached. He picks out bread from the counter and pops two slices in the toaster. He turns around and leans back casually while studying her. This was the first time he did not have his walking stick in hand.
"Why do you have food?" she wonders aloud.
"A bad habit I have not been able to break I'm afraid."
"So you don't eat it?"
"No, I can no longer taste food. The feeling is like ash in the mouth. Dry and unpleasant." He looks disgruntled as he scrunches his nose in displeasure.
"I offended you before, didn't I?" she says softly.
His eyes snap back to her quickly with a smoldering look. "If you came here just to discuss that then you've wasted your time." He stands up and moves towards her.
Oh crap he was going to throw her back out, and before she even got to eat something. She notices he walks with a slight limp and concludes the reason for his walking stick.
"Please don't throw me out yet. I'm sorry for bringing up earlier."
"You mistake me for someone who cares. I don't really take an interest in what you do Rose, so stop apologizing."
She nods slightly while looking elsewhere. She just wanted to finish her meal and leave as fast as she came. Before she had felt a nervous hormonal feeling about him but now she was only afraid. He seemed to hate her and he looked to have no qualms about killing a person. None of these vamps did.
He chuckles with a smirk and an unsettled look in his eye. She frowns while gazing at him in suspicion.
"What is so funny?"
"You mortals are all the same, no mater if you possess special gifts or not. You all are fascinated with us in the beginning but once you come to learn the truth that we are bred to kill; you become aquiver with one look our way."
"How do you know I am afraid?" she challenges.
"I can smell it off you. Like morning lilies in a summer breeze, it tango's with my senses."
"Well you vampires are all the same too. No matter how much you try to dress it up, you're all still killers."
"Touché, I suppose we deserve the distrust, after all it is self inflicted."
The air was stale between them as they looked at each other with a face of old adversaries. You could read a long novel in the silence that ensued. The toaster pops up, halting their conversation. At this point she didn't even want it any more but out of politeness she would eat. It would seem like she had deliberately wasted his time other wise. As a good host does, he butters the toast and pours her juice in a glass while presenting it to her. She couldn't help but be fascinated by his disability. He was raw power and yet was injured, making him seem as vulnerable as a fawn.
"You keep staring at me as I walk. I've heard the question thousands of times and I always come up with the same answer; no I'm not telling you what happened." He says flatly.
She turns away, while feeling embarrassed from being caught. Her toast suddenly became very interesting as she stares at the surface of the grains while eating.
"Maybe it would do you good to share yourself with people." She comments absently.
"Why?" he genuinely seemed shocked to hear her say such a thing. As if the very act of talking about himself was criminal.
"What, you don't want others to know about you? It creates special bonds when you talk with people. In turn, you may learn something about them."
"Oh friendly advice now is it?" And all because I made you toast."
"The advice is free, and I think you could learn something from it; whether you heed it or not is not my problem."
"You speak boldly for a woman."
She shrugs while finishing off the remnants of her juice. The little pieces of pulp leave a ring around the inside edge. Silence takes over after he had watched her eat. The entire time, he had looked to have a face of yearning for what she could have. How long had it been since he tasted a real meal she wondered. She honestly didn't know how they made a life without food. She loved to cook and make different creations and the world just wasn't the same without it, or maybe this was her opinion after working in a restaurant.
"I should leave for now." She says standing.
"I'm surprised you didn't ask." He notes.
"You told me what the answer would be if I did so why bother?"
"Most of the masses attempt to make the wasted effort anyways."
"Well I guess I'm different."
"So bold with words and yet you are afraid of us." he says with something of disappointment.
"Who ever said I was afraid of Vampires? Maybe it is just you." She says curtly before turning to the door. She feels the gust of wind pass her and he is standing in the way of the door.
"You know just what to say to peak my curiosity." He says with crossed arms.
She swallows heavy while trying to eradicate her breathing. "Move please."
"I think not. You expect to go after dropping that little number on me? You need to learn to keep your money where your mouth is. A piece of sound advice from myself."
"What do you want me to say? That I'm not afraid; you would know I'm lying."
"I want to know the reasons behind your fear."
She bites her bottom lip and casts her gaze downward. No where to go but forward Rose, you got yourself into this mess, she thought to herself. Man what a bad time to be opinionated she scolded internally.
"How I love the sound of your heart beating but I'm becoming dreadfully bored with this silence. Where will you go Rose, if you do not answer?" he was patronizing her. She had no where and he knew he could take her down anytime she made a move.
"I can't explain my fear."
"Allow me then to solve this little mystery between us. I don't like such a dark dividing line. He steps forward to her and she backs up, earning a smirk from Sterling. "You don't even realize the huge clue you gave me from moving away."
"It means nothing." She spat.
"Oh but it does. If I continue towards you, I'm willing to bet you'd end up with your back to the wall. I am a gambling man and willing to take chances." Her mind didn't want to move but her body kept taking a step back with every inch closer he became.
"Wait stop!" she holds up her hand while she felt increasingly frantic.
"I think not."
He crosses the distance between them while collecting her hand in his. He pulls her close and she gasps at the feeling of his rock hard body against hers. He wasn't a boulder size male like Baron but he was defined and solid in everyway. He still managed to be about eight inches taller then she and his sharp green eyes gazed down at her. His left hand rested at the small of her back while he rubbed her other hand soothingly. He wasn't cold like she had expected him to be but rather warm, just like a human man would feel up close. In fact, she rather liked the heat transfer between them. He leaned down and inhaled the scent of her hair while her eyes hooded themselves shut. The robe was thick and she wished to feel his hand better on her back. He would pull her closer and his hand would travel close to her bottom but stayed just centimeters above. His grip tightened on her back and his one hand left hers to feel her hair. They combed through her dark locks slowly with ease.
"I think you like it when I do this." He whispered in her ear.
She wanted to answer but she was worried her words would come out in a jumble so she just nodded. His lips started to tug on her ear lobe and she let a small sigh escape her lips. Again his hand traveled away from her hair and down the side of her cheek in an affectionate way. He reached her shoulder then her collar bone and her neck. He managed to stay a gentleman and yet passionate at the same time.
"Is this what you are afraid of?" he says softly.
"Yes." She answers in a husky voice.
"Perhaps we should fix that."
He pulled her head back softly and his nose smelt up the arch of her neck. His skin against hers left a blazed trail and she put her arms around him to bring him closer. She was glad he did not object. The moment his lips scorched the skin of her neck, a moan escaped her and she didn't care to cover up the enjoyment she felt. Never had she been the victim to such passion and she didn't want it to end. His tongue was hot and wet against her skin and she felt his fangs lengthen as they scraped on her flesh. His fingers travel between the top open slit of her robe and his hand was firm against the well between her breasts. She arched her back, hoping for him to reach closer and grab hold of her but he seemed patient, taking his time to please her. He pulls the tie of the robe loose and it opens, exposing her in nothing but a pair of panties and no bra. He walked her over to the sofa and her back felt cold against the leather as she grappled at him for heat. He straddled on top of her, his mouth never leaving her throat. His hands start to travel down and cup her breast gently with soft hands. She moans again as he starts to kneed at her softly. The cold air that slips between them makes her nipples harden and his fingers start to pinch and pull lightly at her little pink tips. She felt herself become wetter between her thighs, a feeling that was very much welcome.
"Are you not afraid now or do you need more fixing?" he asks while his mouth travels down to her collarbone.
"Hmmm more fixing." She moans while urging him on.
Both of his hands trap her in as he lowers his mouth to one of her breasts. He pauses and she can feel the air from his nostrils tickling her sensitive nipple. His tongue darts out first and she digs her finger nails into his arms, leaving behind moon shaped crescents in his alabaster skin. He takes her into his mouth and starts to suckle firmly. His teeth catch her nipple and he squeezes it to hurt but not enough to bleed; it was a welcome pain. His mouth switches to her other breast and her arms give way as she grabs the arm of the sofa. His hands smooth over her flat stomach and to the rim of her panties that were becoming soaked with anticipation. She looks at his prefect face on her body and decides she wants his mouth on hers but he had other ideas and he shifted off the sofa and pulled her sideways while spreading her legs. He rubs her sensitive spot between the fabric of her underwear and she gasps while snapping her eyes shut.
"So wet already, how lovely this is all for me." He murmurs against her thigh while leaving a chaste kiss against her skin.
Her knees were practically hoping with excitement while she felt his head come closer to her core. His teeth snatched the fabric of her panties and started to pull them down, exposing her to the chilly room. She was slick and wet between her folds, more then ready for what he had to give. He pulls her underwear away from the rest of her body and his finger first comes into contact with her sex. He rubs slowly up and down, teasing her entrance. His digit rubs in slow clockwise movement on her clit and her mind was ready to lose it. The very room was spinning above her and she was glad to be grounded on the supple leather.
"Are you ready for me?" he asks in a sultry voice.
Not trusting her own voice box anymore, she nods and closes her eyes.
Her breath hitches as his tongue first makes contact with her and he starts to go to work with care. His tongue lapped in and out of her slowly as he pumped her; making a good routine of switching between his fingers and mouth. She treaded her fingers in his dark locks, pulling him closer until all of his senses where consumed by her. His lips where soft against her core and his tongue was as wet and hot as her sex. She felt a tense building in the pit of her stomach like nothing before. A raging forest fire was waiting to be unleashed from within.
"Open your eyes Rose." He commands.
She did as she was told and he continued to go down on her while she watched. Her mind was lost and she knew what was coming next. A river felt like it was flowing through her body as she released. Her climax kept going and he continues to drink from her until she felt the twitching sensation stop. Her breathing was heavy as he pulled back and she fell into his arms from the sofa. He held her close she felt the pool that was now between her legs. Her body was covered in sheen of sweat while he was still fully clothed. She shivered from the rooms cold air like she was trapped in an icebox.
"You still have clothes on." She says speaking her mind.
"This wasn't for me, it was for you Rose." He tells her while handing her the robe.
He covers her up and ties the robe around her again all while they are still on the floor in front of his sofa. Her heart was still thundering in her chest but she felt numb all over. She wanted to see his face again and she reaches up while tucking a stray of dark hair behind his ear.
"I'm tired." She says in a whisper. She leaned in for a kiss but he pulled away with a small frown.
"Than allow me to put you to rest for awhile." He scoops her up with ease in his arms and takes slow steps to the bedroom. She could feel every weak step taken by his injured leg but also found peace in the rhythm
Her eyes were slowly drooping and she didn't get a good look at the room as he set her down on the pillow top mattress. He keeps her robe in place and tucks her under deep covers. She reaches for his hand as he starts to pull away.
"Are you leaving me?" she asks in a groggy voice.
"For a short time, I have business to attend and an old friend to visit." Her lethargic grip falls from his arm and she is resting now.
He is quick to up and leave into the sitting room once again. He could barely look at the sofa as his head is swarmed with where his actions had carried him. He had been first angry with her after asking him personal questions of his past but when she came in search of tea and honey, all was forgiven. He hadn't thought to get that far or anywhere sexual with her but when he was in reach, it was as if she called to him like a lost prayer in the wind. He smoothes back his hair while collecting his walking stick from the side wall. She was fragile in his arms after he had treated her with words and touches of a lover. It took nothing to gather her into the robe and send her off the bed again. The noises that she made; little mews like a kitten had sent his spine stiff in arousal. How he managed to contain his urges at all was nothing short of a miracle. He needed to clear his head and keep away from her until she was back in her own room. Or rather Barons as it were. He snarled at the thought of how his male leader had grown an attachment to the girl. He could deny it tooth and nail and yet the scent on him said other wise. But then he was no better than Baron was he not? He had taken advantage of her with his charm and power he held over her mind. He didn't have feelings though; the idea was laughable and he scoffed at the thought. He shrugs his dark jacket back on and goes hatless tonight. Other things deemed more important at the moment and he pushed all the thoughts and feelings of Rose from his mind as he materialized from the casino and into familiar territory.
So how is Rose going to feel when she wakes up after remembering her wild night with the charming gambler? Next time we see how the boys are doing on their journey as well as Sterling's supposed important business.
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