Paranormally Yours: A Boxed Set

by Alisha Basso

  “Thank you, Edmond, enjoy your evening.” He dismissed the man and walked away.

  Seth’s grip on my hand was strong again. I could feel his tension building. He didn’t speak. I figured he took my silence for the guilt that it was. It was safe to say he was a bit pissed.

  We walked quickly, stopping only occasionally to speak to someone who wanted his attention. Never once did he loosen his grip on me.

  TWENTY TWO

  Seth moved us across the room. As soon as the tall curtains near the exit were near, he swept me from the room. Walking fast, he hurried me through the elevator doors. He shoved me in hard and I stumbled, hitting the wall. I turned to face him. His breath came in angry gasps. His eyes swirled, swallowed by pure silver. The lifeless black orbs were no more. He looked like an alien.

  The elevator doors shut, but he made no attempt to send the car on its way. Instead, he paced the small space.

  “What’s wrong? Didn’t everything go as planned?” My words came out in a frightened quaver. I had a sinking feeling I was going to pay for Edmond’s big mouth.

  I pressed my back to the wall.

  “You meant to leave me?” he snarled between clenched teeth, his canines grew long in front of my terrified eyes. “You tried to slip away from me, again?”

  Yep, I was toast.

  He crossed the small space and grabbed both sides of my head, growling and baring his teeth. He was close enough to do some real damage. I tried to make myself small. I had no idea he would react this way.

  “No, Seth,” I whispered, trying to sound calm. “Please, you don’t understand. I wasn’t trying to leave, I swear. I wasn’t going to run. Why would I? You know how much my friends mean to me.”

  He pushed his body closer. I was trapped in a cage of arms and legs. His breathing slowed. He opened his mouth, his full lips barely covering the deadly points of his teeth. I felt a shudder ripple through him. He grazed my jaw with his teeth.

  “Please?” I whimpered.

  “You torment me. Never in my long existence has a woman angered me so.” He let go of my face and slid his fingers lightly across my lips.

  I took a deep, wavering breath as relief washed over me. He wasn’t going to tear my throat out. I wouldn’t die tonight.

  “Edmond did not touch you, nor offer himself to you?” he asked.

  I cautiously stepped out of his embrace. “No, Seth, I swear, and even if he had, he disgusts me.”

  He watched my retreat with those frightening eyes. One look and I knew I could never get away from him. He would never let me go.

  “You must understand this, Grace, if I find any trace of another man on you, his life will be forfeited. You will be responsible for that life, Grace. Do not let it happen.”

  “No one has touched me. I only spoke with Edmond because he stopped me. I never would have approached him on my own. I had no idea what type of vile creature he was.”

  “But your eyes told me another story. I know Edmond; he would love to get you into his bed. Madea or not, Grace, you are a beautiful woman and Edmond is well known for his sexual prowess.”

  “You don’t need to worry. I saw what happens to the ladies he sleeps with. He’s disgusting. He acts like they’re food. He called them cows! How can he have sex with something he intends to devour? I mean, I don’t go around hitting on chickens before treating myself to KFC!”

  He smirked. “He feels nothing for those he considers beneath him. But you, my Sweet, are in an entirely different league. You are beneath no one. You forget that you are no longer human. Your blood is the blood of a Madea.” He brought his face close to my neck, pulling my scent in through his nose. I turned my head, allowing him to explore. “Your skin is the skin of a Madea,” he continued, while licking a slow, wet path down my neck. “You are powerful. The ring has started its transformation. You are now eternal, and your eternity is with me.”

  His words made no sense. Transformed? “What do you mean, ‘no longer human’? I’m the same as always; what are you saying?” unease filled me.

  He pulled back from me. “Your blood, Grace. Do you see what it has done to me?”

  I could feel all the color drain from my face. His eyes, they were silver. My blood did that to him? “I don’t understand. How is that possible?”

  “You were unaware?” He stepped back in mock surprise, “I thought your dear Lucian explained the ring to you?” He tisked and shook his head, “Then he did not tell you the ring would change your physical being into that of an actual Madea?” He looked pleased as punch, the ass!

  “Placing the ring on your finger altered you, and it continued to change you with every moment you wore it. Eventually, you would have drained the ring completely. But, alas, I am afraid I cannot let that happen.”

  Oh, God! That’s why I felt so sick when I took it off! I was literally feeding off of it. “Why would Lucian keep that from me? Did he even know?”

  “I do not know, nor do I care.” He stepped closer, “His actions are no longer of any concern to you.” He pressed his fingers onto my pulse and closed his eyes. Pressing harder, he leaned close. “I need to be inside you,” he whispered. “But for now…” He drove his teeth into my neck.

  Shock ripped a scream from my throat and I sucked in a great gasp of air at the sudden pain. He pulled away from me to press a button on the panel. The feeling of rapid descent pulled at my stomach.

  We were dropping several floors underground.

  “Where are we going?” I asked, holding my churning stomach.

  “Surely you did not think I slept above ground?” he scoffed, like the very idea was insulting. “No, Grace, I trust no one. I have lived for several centuries, and I intend to live for several more. I did not survive this long by being a fool.”

  The doors opened and we stepped out. He led me through a long hallway to a huge door. Next to the door was a keypad that operated his security system.

  He stopped, “I have never brought a woman into my private quarters,” he confessed. “I have had thousands of women, but none have ever stepped into any of my sanctuaries. None have ever been more to me than sources of sustenance, willing food, and soft bodies. No one has penetrated my being as you have.” And with that, he scooped me into his arms. The air left my lungs as I was pressed firmly into his strong chest. The door to his quarters opened and he stepped into the enormous room. I shivered in his arms.

  “You have nothing to fear, I do not die while the sun shines as you feared. I merely sleep.”

  He walked deeper into the dark space. His room was enormous. The walls were covered in fabric rather than paper. They had a texture about them. His bed sat high on a platform, not a coffin in sight, thank goodness.

  The bed was covered in thick, fluffy bedding. Purple sheets and pillows were piled in careless tangles. The cleaning crew obviously never set foot in here.

  He carried me up the steps, setting me gently on the tall bed. I looked up at the ceiling, startled to see my reflection looking back at me. My wide eyes sought his.

  He smiled. “Eden and Ael had a hand in the decorating of this room. They felt the mirrors would be a great joke. They know I never allow anyone in this bed. Tonight, I am thankful for their jest.”

  “Did they also decorate Ann’s room? I noticed she was quite well, not a dent in the fender. So tell me, Seth, out of morbid curiosity, where did all that blood come from?”

  “We are vampires, Grace. We have a ready supply of blood; however, that particular blood was not human, it was swine. That should intrigue your police force for a while, shouldn’t it? We needed to shock and disturb, and obviously, it had the desired effect.”

  He stepped back and began to undress. He stripped his tuxedo jacket off slowly, his eyes were glittering pools that held mine. He tossed the jacket to the floor behind him and reached for the cufflinks at his wrists, flicking them away with expertise. His collar went next. He then began the seductive torture of unbuttoning his shirt front. Watching the de
scent from his neck to the waistband of his pants sped my heart rate. He pulled the shirt from his pants, opening it up to reveal his masculine chest, so pale and beautiful.

  My mouth went dry.

  I was so completely attracted to him. Whenever I was alone with him, my brain seemed to belong to someone else.

  He came to me with a look that was purely male.

  “I feel your lust. I will not need the ring tonight, will I, Sweet?”

  I was half lying, half sitting on the huge bed. He was standing at my feet, looking deliciously dangerous.

  “I did not tell you how beautiful you look tonight,” he said, leaning down to take one of my feet in his hands. “You please me greatly. If only it were in my nature to choose a permanent mate. I would make you a queen. That is, if you were not so eager to run away all the time.” He pulled the shoe from my foot, then slowly slid his hands up my leg and flicked off the garters. “Of course, I do not know if a Madea could be changed by a vampire. Some creatures cannot it is impossible. I have no desire to risk it.”

  I didn’t know what to say to that. What was he suggesting? I wasn’t even sure I wanted to be a Madea, let alone become an accidental vampire. While I pondered this, Seth flicked my other shoe off, then made short work of the stocking.

  “Stand up, Sweet. I will help you with your gown.”

  I stood on quivering legs. He turned me until my back was to him. He ran his hands over my shoulders as he undid the straps. The gown slid into a pool on the floor. I turned to face him. His breath quickened as he gently cupped my breasts.

  I threw my head back at the feel of his touch. It sent waves of pleasure through my body when he lifted me and set me on the bed.

  “Are you ready for me, Sweet?” He took off his shoes. His pants were still on.

  “God help me, yes.” I reached for my panties, but he held my hand.

  “No.”

  I frowned at him as he walked from the bed. When he returned, he was holding two silken cords. I was only a little worried. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. I was too important to kill. He straddled my hips. Taking the cords, he grasped both of my wrists and bound them in a secure knot, fastening the fabric above my head. He ran his hands down my arms, scratching my sensitive flesh with his blunt fingernails. A trail of goose flesh danced along my ribs and down my belly. Then movement, so fast, all I could do was gasp, he ripped my panties from my body.

  A heavy feeling settled in my chest as he removed his pants. He wore no underwear and my eyes crossed.

  He straddled me again, taking a puckered nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled and his teeth nipped. “You taste divine,” he purred.

  I moaned in response. I had no clear thoughts and the ability to form complete sentences abandoned my brain long ago. He moved lower, kissing and licking my inner thighs. Teasing, almost there, then gone again. I pulled on the bonds. He smiled at my resistance, and then slowly crawled up my body to claim my mouth. I was writhing, my body begging for his.

  “Tell me you want me.”

  Was he kidding?

  “Please,” I panted, breathless.

  Silver filled the whites of his eyes as gripped my ankles in his strong hands. Spreading my legs wide, he drove forward. I pulled on the bonds as he filled me. I opened my eyes to see him reflected in the mirror above our bodies. The myth that vampires had no reflection was utter nonsense. They occupied space and were made of matter, therefore, they had a reflection. At the moment I was glad they did. His muscles flexed and clenched. My mind went blank as a fierce climax built, then exploded throughout my entire body. I shuddered and shook as the waves traveled through me. He watched me, allowing me to ride it out only to push inside me before the last tremors subsided. He brought me again and I screamed. My body was pure sensation. It was as if he fed from my pleasure.

  I pulled on the bonds as I tried in vain to touch him. “Untie me,” I begged. I had to feel his skin with my hands. He smiled and released me. I pulled the cords from my wrists and rose up on my knees. I untied his hair and let it spill around his body.

  He watched me warily as I slid my hands up his broad shoulders and around the back of his neck. Gently, I ran my hands through his long hair, letting the silky tendrils glide through my fingers. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” I confessed and his brows rose. Watching him relax, I gently grazed my fingertips across his lips. Nothing was more beautiful to me in that moment than Seth, his body glistening with sweat. I took his mouth, suckling his full lower lip then nipping it with my teeth. I moved lower, watching his face as I neared his hard length. His hands moved to touch me but he pulled them away, frowning as I took his length into my mouth. His pure silver eyes closed for a moment. His body tensed as I worked him with my mouth, and then his eyes shot open and he grabbed me. Pushing me onto my back, he rose above me and sheathed himself inside me as deep as he could go. He roared as the evidence of his release filled me. I arched my back and cried out again.

  “Why did you do that?” he asked me sometime later. He looked completely content, except for the frown. I had no idea what he was talking about. “It has been so long since a woman was tender with me.” He sounded truly puzzled. I was pretty puzzled myself.

  Turning onto my side, I examined him. He was so beautiful. My heart couldn’t stop from wishing that this man weren’t a monster. That he was truly my lover. I wished that he was kind and giving and truly in love with me. Not just my power and what it could do for him. Not just my body or my blood. If only I could make it so. Then I realized something. “Where is the ring, Seth?”

  He closed his eyes, allowing me to ignore his question. “It is in a small vault, protected by wards,” he said. “Not even magic can open it. That is probably why you cannot feel it. No magic can leak in or out.”

  Well, hell.

  He rolled onto his side and I noticed for the first time that my red lipstick was smeared a little on his mouth; it was also evident on some other places I won’t mention.

  I blushed. He followed my gaze and smiled.

  “Ah, you have left your mark on me as well, sweet.”

  “Yes, but lucky for you, mine comes off with soap and water. I need a priest and a vat of holy water to get rid of yours.”

  He chuckled. “No, not even that could remove them.” He reached out and pulled me close to him. Making himself comfortable, he flung an arm and his heavy leg over my body, pinning me to the bed.

  “I can’t possibly sleep like this,” I squirmed.

  “Nor can you leave without alerting me. So you stay as you are.”

  Well, so much for Mr. Nice Guy. I thought. “Goodnight, you brooding, paranoid, arrogant, self-centered baby,” I mumbled.

  He opened one silver eye, “Goodnight, Sweet.”

  Then he was gone. I could tell he was out for the count by his even breathing, which was strange. I didn’t think vampires needed to breathe. I blushed as I looked at the mirrored canopy. So many myths…

  I closed my eyes and tried to figure a way out of this man’s way too sexy clutches. Considering what we just did to each other, it was getting more and more imperative that I get as far away from Seth as I could and soon.

  TWENTY THREE

  Morning came suddenly, or evening I should say, as I was now on the sleep cycle of the undead. Seth was still fast asleep. Maybe that meant the sun hadn’t quite set. His long leg pinned me securely to the mattress and his arm was still wrapped possessively around me, although the grip wasn’t quite the stranglehold it had been earlier.

  I tried to move, wiggling slowly, making only the smallest of movements so as not to alert him. I turned my head. The mirror above us revealed an unused pillow sitting close. I reached for it, which was no easy feat. Hell, by the time I got out from under him, he’d be awake and showering.

  I held the pillow between my fingertips and pulled as slowly as I could. I struggled to move without alerting him. Turning towards him, I slid the pillow between my body and his, and then eased my
self away.

  I slipped off the bed, rushing quietly toward salvation, the ring and my escape.

  I took several steps, spinning around, searching for any sign of the safe. I wandered aimlessly until I found a closet. Well, a closet in the way you’d say Mount Everest was a hill. It was huge! Several rich looking round ottomans occupied the room. A huge wall-length mirror took up the back side of the space.

  The walls were artfully lined with his clothing and shoes. It was a swank and way too expensive boutique for your average, upper-class snob. My God, he had enough clothing to outfit a country. Of course, if I had lived for centuries, and gotten richer than Gates, I guess I would have acquired a colossal wardrobe as well.

  I stood at the opening of the room with my mouth hanging slack and my eyes drinking in the opulence. I sucked in a breath as my eyes slid to a row of clothing that did not belong.

  Several racks were filled with lavish gowns, dresses and other female frocks. Shoes of every style and type were displayed on little stands and tucked into little nooks along the floor and lower wall.

  I was drawn to them, momentarily forgetting my purpose. I ran my hands along a pair of pink satin sling-blacks in my size. I had to place my hand on my heart to stop it from beating out of my chest. All of these clothes had to be here for me. I guess you could say he was planning on keeping me.

  The thought shamed me. I vowed to show him nothing but indifference at this plethora of extravagance. Looking at the shoes, I sighed to myself. I had my work cut out for me.

  “I see you have discovered my gifts, although I infinitely prefer you naked.”

  I spun, startled. “Seth, you’re up? I didn’t hear you.”

  He was standing by the entrance. His eyes blatantly raking my nude form. I must have made quite a picture, sitting on my butt, naked as a jaybird, fondling expensive designer shoes. How utterly superficial this must have looked. I never bothered to cover myself. I just went right for the shoes. Stupid fetish.

  “So, these are for me?”