Claimed By Chaos

by Abigail Graves

  “You’ve ruined me!” She exclaimed. Alastair frowned and shook his head.

  “No. But I believe that I am about to.” He replied. Giselle’s head snapped up.

  “Not like that! Wait. What?” She froze. Alastair gestured for her to continue. She blinked rapidly and took a deep breath. “I knew what I was before I met you. I had a purpose and I didn’t want or need anything.” She bit her knuckle as she turned away. Alastair resisted the urge to comfort her. He saw her take several deep breaths before her head tilted. He leaned sideways and realized she was looking at the bed. He smiled. He’d exchanged the coverlets despite his certainty that he wouldn’t need it this evening. She turned and raised a brow. He shrugged.

  “And what now, Giselle? What do you want? What do you need?” Alastair unbuttoned his coat and shook his shoulders as he pulled it off. She swallowed and her eyes grew wide.

  “I don’t know!” She whispered. Her eyes filled with tears. “You make me want things. You’ve made me need.” Her voice was so soft, she sounded fragile. Alastair hung his coat on the chair and turned to her as he unbuttoned his waistcoat and slid out of it.

  “Tell me.” He commanded as he laid it over his coat. Giselle’s shoulders fell and she shut her eyes.

  “This. I want all of this!” Her eyes opened and tears spilled from them as she gestured around her. Alastair felt his gut twist but he remained still. “I want a home and children and a husband.” She pressed her hand against her mouth and sobbed. He felt his body tense to move toward her and he clenched his fists as he took a small step back. He knew that if he touched her she would close and she would never admit the truth. Alastair reached for the cuffs of his sleeve and flicked the buttons free. He switched to the other and Giselle’s eyes followed his hands as they worked at his collar.

  “Which of those things do you need?” His voice had become gravelly as he pulled his shirt over his head. He watched as her eyes became heavy and she swayed toward him.

  “I need you.” Giselle breathed. Alastair felt heat explode within him and he almost gave in and reached for her. Instead he folded his shirt and set it on the chair. He watched her as he sat and rested his elbows on his knees.

  “I’ll give you everything you want.” He saw her draw in a breath as she stumbled back and sank onto the bed. She shook her head softly and he clenched his jaw as he reached down to remove his shoes and stockings. Her eyes followed him when he stood and she trembled.

  “No. I can’t have this. I can’t do this to you.” Giselle’s eyes became wide as she watched Alastair unbutton the falls of his trousers. He let them fall and her mouth hung open. He bent to retrieve them and turned as he folded and set them on the chair. “Alastair?” Her voice broke and she licked her lips as he prowled toward her. “You can’t be mine.” She whispered weakly.

  “I am yours, mademoiselle. From the moment I first saw you. And I will always be yours.” Alastair stopped in front of her. He ignored the way his body tightened as her eyes traveled over him. His cock throbbed painfully as her eyes caressed it. “Stand up.” He ordered. Giselle started to shake as she rose. She looked up, into his eyes.

  “How? Why?” She looked terrified. Alastair reached for her hand and brought it to his lips.

  “Because I love you.” Her eyes shut and she whimpered as if she was in pain. He felt it in his chest. He reached for her chin and raised her face to his and waited until she opened her eyes. “You love me.” She didn't try to deny it. Relief flooded Alastair but he held still as new tears formed in Giselle’s eyes.

  “It doesn't change anything.” She argued. “I can’t have you.” Her hand reached out and fluttered against his chest. Alastair pressed it against his skin and breathed through the shrieking of his nerves.

  “Nothing else matters.” He whispered. “I will give you everything you want.” He vowed. He grit his teeth as he slid her hand across his chest so she could feel his heart beating. When he could feel his limbs and hear he looked down at her. “Take the gown off unless you want me to rip it to pieces.” He warned. She swayed closer and he forced himself to give her a minute to decide. He held his breath until her hands rose and pulled the fabric down her shoulders. The bodice slid down as she freed her arms. She wore no chemise and Alastair groaned as his eyes swept over her pearlescent skin and exquisite breasts. His head fell to the side as he saw her hands push the gown past her hips and it pooled at her feet. “Christ.” When he looked up, she was waiting.

  “What now?” She asked as she stepped forward. Alastair took a deep breath and the smell of her flooded his senses. He shut his eyes and let his head fall forward.

  “Touch me.” He clenched his jaw and braced himself. “I have to get past this first.” He flinched as he felt her hand press against his stomach. She was gentle as she slowly placed the other next to it. Light exploded behind his eyes and he concentrated on breathing. He felt her hands slowly slide up and his hearing became muffled. Giselle stepped closer and he felt the heat of her body against his skin. Alastair’s heart started to pound and it felt like it was in his ears. “More.” He ground out as he pulled her against him. His brain filled with ringing and ached and his skin felt raw. “Don’t stop!” He gasped as he struggled to breathe.

  Giselle pressed herself against him from chest to thigh and he felt her hands glide up his back. A wave of dizziness washed over him but he held her tighter as her hands splayed and drifted down his flanks. Alastair felt a scream rising in his throat and he swallowed it. She pressed her lips to his skin and heat pulsed though him. Her hand slid up his side and over his chest and neck. She rose on her toes as she pulled him down to her. He felt her lips brushed against his, reaching through the fog and pain. Alastair fell into her mouth and clung to Giselle as if he were drowning. Slowly, his body started to quiet and only pleasure remained. Her hands stroked and scratched, leaving warmth in their wake and her skin was soft and smooth against his. He felt arousal welling within him and his erection throbbed urgently.

  Alastair bent and gathered Giselle in his arms and carried her to the bed. He settled over her and marveled at how perfect she felt beneath him as his forehead rested against hers. She was the only one to touch him so completely and he was grateful. He could only ever be hers. Alastair felt need building within him and he remained still, letting it rise as he savored the warmth and softness of Giselle beneath him. She cradled his face in her hands and her mouth sought his. He angled his face as his tongue stroked against hers and she moaned softly. Hunger exploded and he gave in. His hands took over, gripping, gliding and scratching, he needed to feel every inch of her. Alastair lifted his head and set his lips to her throat. His tongue swept along her collar bone and he became ravenous. He had to taste her everywhere. His mouth found the insides of her elbows, the back of her neck, her ankles and laved the curve at the base of her spine as his hands shifted and turned her beneath him. He saved the succulent flesh between her thighs for last. Everything he touched, everything he tasted only increased his hunger for her, he knew he would never be satisfied. He wanted to claim every part of her and never let her go.

  “I need all of you, Giselle.” He growled as his tongue lashed at the soft flesh of her thighs. “I need you to be mine, only mine.” His voice became hoarse as he swept higher, her scent made him weak. “I won’t be able to live if I know that another man has tasted you. I think I’ll die if you take anyone but me into your body.” Alastair groaned as his tongue dipped into her tender folds. Giselle sighed as she spread her thighs wider, letting him settle between them as her fingers tangled in his hair.

  “Only you.” She gasped and arched as his fingers probed her slick core. “I swear, there will never be anyone else.” Her voice was breathless and soft. Alastair felt his eyes water as heat spread within his chest. He lost himself, lapping, sucking and stroking until she exploded against his tongue. He drank every drop of her release and then rose above her. He rolled and pulled her on top of him and waited for her to recover, cares
sing her back and sifting his fingers through her hair as he bathed in the feel of her draped over his naked body. The harsh chaos of the beginning was worth the sensual bliss of her warm, silken curves against him.

  Giselle began to stir, moaning and purring as she stretched against him. She rubbed her face against his chest and slid her foot up along the side of his leg. Desire streaked through Alastair and he kissed her hungrily. She fisted her hands in his hair and searched his mouth with her tongue. When she finally lifted her head, he was in agony. Giselle pressed against his chest as she sat up and he missed her warmth immediately but was distracted by the feel of her hands exploring his chest and stomach. She bent down and licked his nipple and Alastair hissed as his cock swelled angrily. She lifted her head and looked at him, her eyes wide with concern.

  “Did I hurt you?” She whispered. Alastair laughed softly as he rose on his elbow and pulled her face to his.

  “No, my love. The only thing that hurts right now is this.” He took her hand and rested it on his erection. He groaned as her tongue swept across her lips.

  “Take me, then.” Giselle whispered as she tried to roll off of him. Alastair locked his hands around her waist and stilled her as he shook his head.

  “No, stay.” He commanded. She frowned as her eyes searched his eyes.

  “But you said…” She pouted. “I’m not waiting any longer.” She declared as she tugged at his shoulders. Alastair took her hands and placed them on his straining cock. She became still and stared down at him.

  “You have to do it. I don’t want this to hurt any more than it has to.” His throat felt tight and he swallowed painfully. He would give anything to avoid her pain. Her hands closed around him and she began stroking. He shut his eyes and groaned in relief. “God, that’s so good.” He sighed.

  “Tell me what to do.” Giselle whispered. He opened his eyes and found hers. They were so large and dark, so trusting. Please, don’t let this hurt her too badly. Alastair prayed. He’d never put faith in any deity or asked for divine intervention until he met her. He smiled grimly. Only she could drive him to prayer.

  “Lift up.” His voice was strained as his hands closed about her derrière, supporting her. He waited until her knees were under her before he started caressing her thighs. He slid his hand between them and parted her damp flesh as he rubbed her with the head of his erection. Once he was pressing against her entrance he removed his hands and raised them to her face. He waited until her eyes met his. “Let yourself slide down. Go slowly.” She nodded and leaned against his chest as she lowered her bottom.

  Alastair grit his teeth and shut his eyes as he felt slick, tight heat swallow the tip of his cock. He hissed as he felt her soft, wet flesh clinging to the end of his rigid length as she let herself sink lower. Giselle exhaled on a sigh.

  “Stop.” He gripped her thighs and she started to protest. “Rise up a little and then start again.” She nodded and leaned forward as she rose. She gasped in delight and her eyes closed as she started to descend. Alastair let her take a little more of him before he stopped her. “Again.” He ground out as he silently cursed. His balls felt like they were made of granite. Giselle hummed softly and her head fell back as she rose and then slowly let herself fall. He held his breath as he felt more of her heat squeezing around him. In his mind, he estimated that he was about a third of the way home when he felt pressure against the head of his cock. “Oh, damn.” He groaned as his hands locked around her. Her head swung forward and her hair cascaded around them.

  “Is that…?” Giselle gasped. Alastair nodded stiffly as he rose on his elbows.

  “Raise up and go slowly.” He rasped. She smiled as she pressed her lips to his. He felt slick, clinging heat and she rose until he was just at her entrance. Her tongue parted his lips and brushed against his a moment before he felt her tense as she let her knees slide out from under her. Alastair tried to catch her but it was too late. Giselle screamed into his mouth and then her head was flung back as she arched in pain above him. He reached for her and tried to sit up but she whimpered and flinched as more of his length pressed into her. Paralyzed, Alastair breathed in as slowly as he could, ignoring the divine, searing heat that clenched about his pulsing cock.

  “Oh, dear lord…” Giselle whispered before she hauled in a shuddering breath.

  “You little fool!” Alastair hissed. “I could have plowed you like a clumsy oaf on my own.” He cursed as he carefully sat up and began to sooth her with his hands. His fingers sought out her tense muscles as he tried to pull some of the pain from her body. He saw her jaw clench and his chest ached. “Why didn’t you listen?” He complained.

  “I have to get past this first.” She echoed tightly. Alastair shook his head as he tenderly wrapped his arms around her and found her ear with his lips.

  “Carefully, lift yourself.” He forced himself to remain calm while his body urged him to pull her down, fully upon him. Giselle wrapped her arms around his neck and a weak moan drifted from her throat as she rose. He prayed that she wouldn’t dismount and call an end to their mating. Instead, he groaned in relief when she let herself sink down again. “Thank God.” He whispered under his breath.

  “Mmm hmm.” She sighed as she repeated the motion.

  Alastair tried to distract himself as Giselle slid up and down slowly upon him. He searched for a theorem or formula but his mind remained blank, fused to where his body joined with hers. Eventually, her gasps and moans became soft and deep and she relaxed in his arms as she sank lower and lower.

  “Is it better?” He asked cautiously. She nodded as she let her lips slide against his.

  “So much better!” Her lips curved as her hands wrapped around his head, threading though his hair.

  Alastair felt overwhelmed with relief. He let his hands roam her body as his mouth devoured hers. Giselle continued to press herself against him, upon him, taking more of his length as her body rocked against his. He ignored the lust that raged and tore at him and focused on the finer details of her body. His eyes clung to her lips as she panted, the way her skin on her shoulder glistened in the soft candlelight, how thick her eyelashes were as they spread upon her cheeks… When her head fell back, he was mesmerized by the way her breasts rose and fell as she breathed. Alastair let his head lower as he filled his hands. Giselle moaned desperately as his lips closed around her nipple.

  He pulled her in as he squeezed and stroked. Her body started to tighten around his and he flicked his tongue. He suckled as her hands pulled him against her. Her movements became frantic as she started to beg his name. Alastair pulled his lips from her breast.

  “I’ve never felt anything as perfect as this.” He whispered as he let his eyes wash over her. He wasn’t sure she could hear him, as she pressed and slid within his arms. Giselle’s fingers dug into his shoulders and she bucked against him as her breaths became rapid. Alastair wrapped his hands around her ribs and felt them growing tight. She wasn't exhaling. “Breathe, let it out, my love.” He commanded. He pressed his hands up her back as she gasped, helping her lungs release. He felt her muscles clamp around his cock mercilessly as she started to shake violently. He forced his body to remain still as she twisted and arched against him and sobbed his name.

  Once again, he stroked and soothed as she melted against him. His body protested and ached as he felt her soft, lush body sag in his arms. He distracted himself with handfuls of her hair that he inhaled and counted the number of times he felt her eyelashes flutter against his skin until she became alert and started to rub herself against him. Giselle raised her head and smiled as she set her fingers to Alastair’s lips. He kissed them gently.

  “How do you feel?” He searched her face as he held his breath. He was almost hysterical with lust but he was afraid she would be too hurt to continue. Her eyes narrowed and he felt the muscles within her ripple as she rocked against him. His shoulders lifted from the mattress and he cursed as he held his body taut. She giggled as she lowered her lips to his ea
r. He felt the warm huff of her breath and shuddered.

  “I feel like I’m ready for you to stop holding back. I want all of you.” Her tongue caressed his ear lobe and his control snapped.

  Alastair’s arms closed tight around her as he rolled, pinning her beneath him. His mouth crashed against hers as he settled between her thighs. He flexed, driving his cock deeper within her. Giselle moaned in approval and wrapped her legs around his waist. He shut his eyes as he buried his face in the corner of her neck and let the smell of her body fill him. Alastair filled his hands with the firm, round flesh of her bottom and tilted her so she could take him deeper. The delicious pressure that usually took over his balls and shaft radiated outwards. It started with the friction of his cock as it stroked within her tightness and rushed down his legs and up his torso. He felt it in his toes, his ears, against the backs of his hands, his eyelids…

  “It’s not supposed to feel like this!” He tried to breath deeply but it became more intense. Everywhere her skin touched his, warm pleasure throbbed. “I need to stop.” He said the words but his body kept moving. Giselle’s head was thrashing from side to side as he continued to drive deeper into her. Alastair’s body became saturated with tingling heat, as if every part of him was thrusting within her. He started to feel delirious and tried to push away from her but his body just pulled closer. His mind felt like it was folding in on itself. He tried to focus on something solid but only found Giselle’s swollen lips and bouncing breasts. When he tried to feel his heart, to monitor it’s beating, it felt as if it was drifting lower, like it was being pulled to where he drove into her. Everything within him felt as if it were pouring into Giselle’s body through his groin. “I have to stop!” He yelled.

  She gripped his shoulders and he didn’t know if she was trying to pull him to her or help him slow down but his hands pulled her tighter to him and his hips only thrust harder. Alastair felt dizzy as his vision blurred and filled with color. The exquisite pressure started to build and it was in his hair and his teeth, it was everywhere. His throat filled with a rush of heat and he knew he was screaming as bright light flared within him. Everything within him contracted and went dark for a brief moment before he felt a concussion and his nerves exploded. It was as if he had truly shattered into a million pieces as all sensation left his body. Alastair blinked his eyes and it felt as if he was doing it on slow motion until he felt his body return as a rush of searing pleasure. He arched and was helpless to stop himself from screaming again as he felt the pressure burst from his cock as a stream of lightning and liquid heat flowed from him. As if from far away, he heard Giselle moaning his name as she convulsed and writhed beneath him. His body started to slow down and respond.