Deadly Creatures

Chapter 19

"Caius," I murmur as the ache inside me grows, and he jerks me to him so my legs slide around his waist. "I really like this dress," he murmurs as he bends down, his feet still on the floor. The high bed places my center at a perfect angle to feel his erection through his jeans, making me hurt to feel his touch all the more. His fingers skim my s*x through the lacy underwear, and my head tilts back as the sensation travels in a forceful tingle all the way up and down my body. Then he slides my underwear to the side to feel the promise of the wet arousal waiting for him. "f**k," he says in an exhaled breath, his own head falling back. I gasp as his fingers work their magic, making my body contort and wriggle beneath his touch as ecstasy fills me. His head comes back down, and those perfectly green eyes find mine, making me want to say to hell with this torture he calls foreplay. "Please," I murmur, surprised by how much it sounds like I'm begging. "Please what?" he murmurs, feigning coyness. "f**k me." The low growl in his throat proves he liked my crude, blunt answer. The panties slide down my legs, leaving a damp trail from my inner thigh to my ankle, and he tosses them to the ground. I rise up, desperate to get out of my dress, but he pushes me back down to the bed. Hovering over me, he murmurs, "Leave it on." My body heats all the more, making me feel as though the fire is about to become real as he drops his pants to the floor and jerks me to him by the bend of my knees. I'm not used to him being this rough, but something tells me this is how he normally is. I've been painfully aware that my newness to… s*x… was giving him pause, but tonight he's not holding back With one swift motion, he throws himself inside me, making me snap forward from the abrupt, incredible entry. "Damn, you feel so good," he murmurs while stilling himself and leaning down to kiss my lips. "I'm pretty sure I'm molded to you since you're the only person I've ever been with… like this," I mumble while blushing. His body starts moving against me, and the air from my lungs gets sucked out when I forget to breathe. Looking up at him as he shows my body no mercy is almost too much to bear. I hurl myself up, and his arms wrap around me as he lifts me from the bed and forces me against the wall, his relentless rhythm pushing me closer to the brink. I moan out in a gasping shriek, and his grunted growls grow louder when it comes close to being his undoing. His lips find the curve of my neck just above the edge of my collarbone, and then I feel his teeth bearing down, forcing out my moans all the more. Getting bitten in my world is something you don't want to do, but with him - a human - it's incredible. Feeling my excitement, his rhythm quickens even more, becoming exquisitely punishing, and driving me that much closer to my peak. My whole body becomes almost languid as I near that moment he's pounding me to. His name becomes a screaming burst of ecstasy from my lips as I fall over the edge in the most surreal, mind-blowing release I've felt yet. He grunts harder as he thrusts into me once, twice more, and then he pulls back, releasing my skin from his teeth while still holding my legs around his waist. "Sorry," he murmurs with his eyes shut. "For?" I muse, chuckling lightly. "For being so rough," he murmurs while collapsing to the bed behind him, dragging me with him. I fall on top of him, and then I nestle into the crook of his neck, kissing it lightly. "I happened to like you being so rough." He lets out a laugh, but still his eyes stay shut. He pulls me closer, his fingers trailing up my back as he kisses my forehead. "Are you going to keep your eyes closed all night?" He smiles, and then they open, offering me a view of his emerald perfection. "I just needed to compose myself." "Why? You want to go for round two?" He laughs at my poking joke, and then he shakes his head. "That would be more like round nine today." I giggle lightly, and then I start kissing his neck again. "I'm sorry about that," he says while pointing to the place where his teeth had been. "Don't be. It felt… good." Ironically enough. Smiling, his lips find mine, and he turns me over to be on my back. "You have to wear a dress all the time now. You know that, don't you?" I giggle louder, sounding more like a fool with every chuckle, and then my fingers tangle in his hair. "I might just do that." His eyebrows bounce up and down for a moment, and then a knock at the door interrupts our naked humor. "What?" Caius groans while I roll my eyes at the intrusion. "Sorry to disturb your reunion, but Ellu and Angela just called. They said we might have a situation to worry about in town. You coming with?" Derek calls. "No, but I'll be out in a second." "What situation?" I grumble. Obviously Elli is still trying to act out to gain his attention. "Nothing for you to worry about. I'll be right back. Don't move, and don't you dare take off that dress." I stare down at the blue, wrinkled mess of a dress that once looked much better. "I think it needs to be replaced by something that doesn't say look-at-what-I've-been-doing." He laughs lightly before kissing my forehead, and then he stands up to quickly pull on his pants. “Stay," he says again, making me laugh. "I'll be right here." He smirks, and then he disappears out the door. Almost instantly, there's a shadow in the room, and I hold back a squeal as Clive materializes in front of me. "Pervert!" I yell in a whisper while gripping my dress and pulling it tight around my legs. He stifles a laugh, and then he shakes his head. "I looked away," he whispers back, and then he motions for me to follow him out onto the balcony. "You looked away?" I grumble as he shuts the glass door. "You knew what we were doing?" "Close the curtains next time. You might also want to invest in an iron," he teases while motioning to my thoroughly f****d dress. I roll my eyes, and then his eyes narrow. "s**t. What'd he do to you?" he almost growls while examining me a little closer. I flip my hair down, bringing it over the mark I still haven't seen, and then I push away his scrutiny. "Nothing I didn't thoroughly enjoy. Why are you materializing in the bedroom?" He leans up, his eyes still studying the spot where Caius left his mark, though it's not visible with my hair blocking the view. "I was wondering how long you were planning to stay. I need to head into town. I've got a source who spotted a couple of lycans roaming free. I want to find out if they're friend or foe." "Um… Foe, obviously." "Don't be so judgmental. You were running with lycans just last week." "I wasn't running with lycans. I was grasping at straws and taking help where I could get it. Just because I tolerated them doesn't mean I doubted their dark core for one damn second." "Just like me?" he asks, his eyes narrowing. "You still think the worst of me." Breathing out heavily, I ignore his statement. "It looks like I’m spending the night, but don't worry. I'll be on alert." "If you're staying the night, cast a protection spell. It was far too easy for me to get in." I suddenly feel a little inept. "I tried," I mumble. "I did something wrong. When one of the girls tried to leave, it threw her backwards. Can you… um… help me?" He lets out a laugh, making my embarrassment grow. What witch can't cast a simple protection spell? Me. "I would, but I have dark magic. My protection spell could injure you, even f**k with your white magic, if I tried casting it on your behalf. I'll just stick around. I can call a friend to go check out the lycans." "The hairless beasts you mean." He frowns while shaking his head in disapproval my tart remark. "It's fine," I continue. "You don't have to hang around. Besides, I'm not sure I like you listening in on our… moments together." My face blushes, and he chuckles a little more. "Fortunately, I can't hear your moments." What? Immortals have hearing unparalleled by anything else on the planet. "So your weakness is your hearing?" "Not in the least. This house is apparently very well insulated. I can't hear a word when the doors are shut. It's pretty nice actually. I don't have to hear all the mushy stuff. I'll stick around. I'll cast an awake spell so I don't drift off." "You don't have to do that-" "Believe it or not, I would like to see you still breathing in the morning. No one else is going to be keeping you safe. Your human sure as hell can't. If you're going to be foolish enough to sleep without a protection spell, then I'll stay vigilant." I grip my head, feeling so... confused. "That's ridiculous. You should just-" He clamps his hand over my mouth just as Caius's voice comes into sound. It seems as though they're standing on the front deck. "Just call me if it gets too rough," he says. "No prob. We'll see you in a bit," Derek chirps, and then he and Chase start jogging away from the house. Caius starts to walk back in just as Clive releases his hold over my mouth. Like the true klutz I am, I stumble forward, almost flipping over the rail before Clive can pull me back. Unfortunately, I squeal like a fool. "Scarlet?" Caius asks curiously, the deck creaking under his feet as he starts toward the edge to see me. "Um, yeah. Hey," I ramble out, and then I start swatting at Clive, trying to make him leave. He shrugs innocently, and then I shove him with all my strength - and a little magic - to force him over the railing. He vaporizes and reappears in the tree across from me, stifling a grin. I scowl at him, ready to knock him out of the tree just as Caius comes into view. "What are you doing?" he asks quizzically while pushing his hands in his pockets and staring up at me. Trying to ditch a dark magic user. "Um… nothing. I just felt like some fresh air. Everything okay with Elli?" I ask, the bitterness clearly in my tone. He frowns, and then leans against the side of the house. "It's not like that… at all. I'll be right up to convince you." I almost want to smile, but I'm sick of Elli and her needy ways. He disappears around the corner, and Clive reappears on the balcony with me the second the front door clicks shut. "You've got to get out of here." "I didn't even tell you what I came to say," he retorts innocently. "What?" "I wanted to ask you if you knew any of these people." He hands me a stack of photos, but no one looks familiar. "No. None." Then something hits me, making my stomach queasy. The earlier conversation with Caius has suddenly rattled around in my brain with an obvious jerk. "Sasha." "Huh?" he says while studying the beastly man in the top picture in my hand. "He looks more like a Hoss or a Goliath to me." "No, dumbass. Sasha Lanagan. She's a witch from my old coven. She's got a grudge against my mom." His face turns more serious, and then he evaporates from the balcony. I look through the glass to see the door opening, and the far too sexy man walking toward me with a salacious grin as he opens the door. "I love a pretty girl under the moonlight," he playfully murmurs, making me blush despite the fact it was meant to be corny funny. I hate the moonlight. Then he frowns as he dusts my hair away. "What's wrong?" His lips thin as he studies that damn spot. "I shouldn't have done that. I almost brought blood." I give him my best vixen's smile, which is very unrehearsed and probably pathetic. "It's not like it hurts, and it felt damn good at the time. Stop taking away all the sparkle." His eyebrow c***s up on one side, and he lets a slight grin free. "Sparkle?" "Yes. Sparkle." He lets a laugh free, and then he pulls me against him. "How about we go sparkle in bed. I've got a little work to do, but it can wait." "I do love your bed." "I do love that you love my bed." With that, he scoops up me and my very wrinkled dress while walking back inside. I might not be able to stay his for long, but for now, I can enjoy my human.