Night Aberrations - An Adult Paranormal Romance (Night Aberrations Series)

by Nelson, JD

  “Do you mean Freyr’s Katrine?”

  “She is not his. She loved Cedric, and Freyr did not spare him. If I were him, I would not trust a female scorned. On top of that, she is sister to Myrgjöl, and my aunt—family trumps Freyr any day. She may have betrayed us, but my intuition is that she did not mean for anyone to be harmed. I think she may be a spy.”

  “I wonder why Odin felt it necessary to send Freyr here.”

  “I wonder if he actually did at all. It could be just another lie. If we can find Katrine, she will tell us. I’m sure of it.” There was this peculiar feeling, of right, when I thought of Katrine.

  Kristian looked alarmed. “Emelie, your eyes, they are covered in a sheen of silver.”

  “Are they?”

  “Yes, how extraordinary.”

  I was caught off guard by his beautiful smile. My heart actually skipped a beat. I blushed and looked down to the blanket.

  “What are you thinking?”

  “I’m thinking that I really like you.”

  “I’m relieved to hear it. I love you, Emelie.”

  There were way too many elves around us; I didn’t want the hird to hear this. They were already frowning at his proclamation of love.

  I focused on the nearest elf’s thoughts and found it wasn’t me they disapproved of. It was Kristian.

  “I know I will feel the same soon enough.” I reassured him and then I kissed him. He seemed satisfied with my response and started to pack up the basket. I took advantage of the moment of silence and scanned the other’s minds. Surprisingly, they were all very complimentary towards me. They all thought Kristian and I would make beautiful elves. They even thought that if Kristian were the male he was a hundred years ago, this would have been a perfect union. They abhorred Kristian’s nightly activities.

  It saddened me to hear some of the other thoughts they had about him. Though they knew he was a good male, he had been changed too long. They had lost faith in his recovery.

  Compelled to help him, I asked, “Is it okay if I move into your room tonight?”

  His eyes widened. “Are you in jest?”

  “No, I think we need to synchronize our schedules. I don’t want to be limited to only seeing you for a couple hours in the evening and I’d like to sleep in the same bed. It was very lonely last night.”

  “Even after the wolf arrived?”

  He was checking up on me. “Nils was just looking for a bed to sleep in. I made him sleep as a wolf.”

  He laughed. “Did you?”

  “Oh yes, if you don’t believe me, check the blanket for fur.”

  “You are a constant surprise.”

  “A good one I hope. Did you really think I’d slept with Nils?”

  “You are the best kind of surprise and no, I didn’t.”

  We stood and folded the blanket together like we’d done it a thousand times. It was curious to see how well matched we were. Myrgjöl hadn’t lied about that.

  I tried to ignore the hird’s thoughts as he pulled the pale blue stone out of his pocket. They were afraid for me. “Thanks for looking after us.” I called before we disappeared.

  We materialized in the antechamber of his bedroom, to the exact place he’d proposed. I couldn’t help but get a little anxious.

  “Would you like to send for your belongings?”

  “No. I can get them tomorrow myself, but do you have a shirt I could sleep in?”

  He walked to the chest of drawers and rejected twenty perfectly good t-shirts before settling on a gray one he’d already cast aside. “This will go perfectly with your eyes.”

  He was so unbelievably into me. I wished I could reciprocate his feelings, the relationship was starting to feel a little one sided.

  Myrgjöl’s voice filled my head. Emelie, you have to let go of Soren for now. Enjoy you time with Kristian. It could be a thousand years until you are able to leave him.

  She was right. I needed to just go with it. He was in love with me. That just wasn’t going to go away. If I was being honest, I didn’t want it to either. “Thank you. Any shirt would have been fine. You are so thoughtful.”

  “Not really, it’s purely for selfish reasons.”

  I poked him in his muscular chest. “You are a very bad boy.”

  Black flashed across his amethyst eyes. “Are you certain that you want to bed with me? I am afraid for your safety.”

  “I can take care of myself.”

  He arched his eyebrow. “Can you?”

  “Try me and find out.”

  His eyes stayed black. “You really shouldn’t tempt me, little elf.” He backed me into the bedpost and I pushed my palms into his chest to stop him. I gasped as he grabbed my wrists and wrenched them open wide, making me drop the shirt. Heat coiled up within me.

  Lacing his fingers in mine, he stretched me onto my toes and kissed me, making me moan involuntarily into his mouth. I wanted him. He pushed himself against me, sliding his lips along the curve of my neck. My fangs elongated, I was desperately tempted to taste his blood.

  Kristian groaned and said, “I want you.”

  His words were all it took for my control to snap. I bit into him hard, ignoring his yell of surprise. His blood was spicy, delicious, and intoxicatingly magical. Soren’s blood had been like a powerful drug, but Kristian’s was like a key that unlocked the door to my elemental side. I could feel energy from the stone walls, from the floor beneath our feet, and from the bedpost he had me constrained against. I licked his neck and closed my eyes, savoring the last few drops.

  Kristian unclenched his hands from mine and picked up the shirt from the floor, holding it over the front of his jeans and making a point to not make eye contact.

  “I should have asked first.” I was so embarrassed that I’d done this again, why couldn’t I control myself? “I’m so sorry.” Jakob was right. My self-control was dangerous.

  He shook his head. “You are welcome to my blood. I am grateful that you want to share this with me, but it is I who should be sorry. I was regrettably over eager.” He looked pointedly at my dress, which was wet from his orgasm. “That was the first time for me. I didn’t expect it to be so…pleasurable.”

  Laughing, I said, “I’m going to need another shirt.”

  He kissed my smiling mouth. “You may have anything you desire.”

  “How about a shower?”

  He grabbed a random shirt from the dresser and showed me to the bathroom. “The soap and shampoo can be found in the shower and the towels are in the cabinet. I believe I must go.”

  I looked at the clock, eleven thirty. I probably wouldn’t see him until the morning.

  After the shower, I went to bed, but I was restless. I kept wondering what Kristian was doing. Since the bonding ceremony, the harem bothered me a lot more than it had before. I hated the thought of his hands on those females.

  It only took a minute or two for me to get up and wander out of the bedroom. He’d told me he moved the females somewhere else, I wanted to check out their old digs. I couldn’t see past them when I’d last seen the door open so, you know, the whole curiosity, and the cat thing.

  Opening the bedroom door slowly, I listened for voices—nothing. I crept out in the hallway and put my ear to the door—no noise. I twisted the knob, cursing inwardly when the door hinges creaked as if it they hadn’t been opened in years instead of days.

  The room was another monstrosity of extravagance with high ceilings, tapestried walls, and expensive furniture. There were three doors on the back wall of the room, two normal entrances, and one smaller doorway covered with locks in the middle.

  I walked to the locked door and examined it; nope, I wouldn’t be getting in there without a key. The left door revealed the females’ luxuriant living quarters. The door on the right was the room Viveka so eloquently referred to as ‘the room where you fuck your females.’ I stared at the bed in part fascination and part disgust. I didn’t see any whips or chains, and a quick search of the furniture didn
’t turn up any kinky stuff, just lube and condoms. Gross. The condoms struck me as odd since Kristian told me the females did this because they wanted a chance at a royal heir. If that were true, why would they use condoms? Ugh, I didn’t want to think about it.

  I turned to leave and that’s when I noticed the camera. It wasn’t mounted in the ceiling as I thought it would be. It was just sitting on a high shelf over the door. I went back outside the room, dragged a heavy ottoman to the doorway, and as luck would have it, there was still a DVD in the camera. I stowed it in my robe pocket and put everything back into its proper place before creeping over to my room.

  I immediately hid the disc under the rug behind the nightstand. No one would find it there. I would have to find a DVD player or computer to play it on tomorrow. I climbed into bed feeling a little guilty for prying and a lot like a huge pervert for wanting to see if my husband was forcing these females into sex.

  ***

  The next morning I woke to find Kristian’s naked form beside me. I’d never seen him undressed before. His face truly was only the beginning of his perfection. His hair was wet; he hadn’t been asleep for long. I eased off of the bed slowly, trying not to wake him. Grabbing my robe along the way, I tiptoed to the bathroom and closed the door with a soft click.

  I’d only stepped out of the shower for a minute when there was a light tap on the door.

  “Emelie?”

  I quickly put on the robe and panties and cracked open the door. “Good morning, Kristian.”

  He glanced where I was holding my robe closed at my cleavage. “I hope you slept well.”

  “I did. Have you slept?”

  “I only sleep after my nightly…activities are over. I do not need sleep like most elves. Is it a necessity for you because you are human?”

  “Not at all, I just feel more refreshed after I sleep—like I’ve recharged my batteries.”

  “Ah…I want to talk to you about something.”

  I was immediately wary. Did he know I stole the disc? “What is it?”

  Surprisingly, his next expression was one of victory. “I’m asking the harem to leave.”

  Shock really didn’t cover what I was feeling. Wasn’t he just with them last night? “I’m happy for us Kristian, but do you think that is wise?”

  “I didn’t go to them last night. I think our bonding ceremony cured me.”

  If that was the truth, I was glad for him, but frightened for me. The worry of him wanting sex wasn’t really a concern until this moment, now I wondered how long it would be before he asked for it. It had been naive to think we’d never have it, and I do like him—okay maybe like is a bit of an understatement. He was smoking hot and I was in definite lust. Nevertheless, could I betray Soren? No. Okay, maybe. Was it even cheating, I was married to Kristian after all. Was that just my hormones talking? Oh, fuck it.

  I opened the door to give him a congratulatory hug. Thank goodness, he’d put some clothes on. “What did you do all night?”

  “I sat alone awhile in the harem until I realized that nothing was going to happen. Then, I ran into Nils. He invited me to play poker with the guys. I didn’t want to risk coming back here.” His eyes traveled down to my chest again. “I’ve just called for a fresh pot of tea. Would you like a cup, Emelie?”

  When he spoke, it was almost a growl, deep, sexy, and mesmerizing. The way my name rolled off his tongue had me envisioning myself climbing up his towering frame and sticking a flag in him, like he was a newly discovered territory. I started giggling at the thought, and was immediately horrified that I was apparently having my very first crazy person episode in front of one of the hottest males in existence. I blushed and hung my head, pretending to examine the marble floor. What the hell was wrong with me?

  Kristian raised inquiring eyebrows and looked concerned. “Beloved, are you well?”

  I glanced up, and managed a mumbled reply. “Um, yeah, I’m okay.” Wow, what a graceful impression I must be making. “I’m sorry, tea would be lovely.” My face was on fire at this point and I felt almost drunk. What was happening to me?

  Turning slightly, he extended his elbow to me. If there was any hesitance on my part, it was for the space of a second. Our bond drew me out of the bathroom toward him as if it were the most natural thing in all of the worlds. I slid my arm into his, noticing that there was not even a blip of his usual signature that I could normally feel.

  However, he smelled delicious, like exotic spices and musk. It was a completely intoxicating fragrance. Leaning in, I closed my eyes, and breathed his essence in. I couldn’t seem to keep my wits about me.

  I vaguely noticed that I had released his arm and was stepping in front of him, effectively blocking his path to the doorway. It was as if I were in a dream, I wasn’t even in control of my actions anymore. Closing the distance between us, I slid my hands up to the neckline of his shirt and ripped it apart with an animalistic growl, scarcely giving him time to recover before I started kissing my way across his sculptured chest.

  He groaned as he pulled me back up to face him. Why was he stopping? I looked to his face for an answer. He said nothing, only kissed my forehead, and then blackness overtook me.

  I awoke buried under layers of plush comforters. Lazily snuggling into them, I tried to remember how I got here. I remembered him coming to the bathroom door, but nothing after that. Did I slip and hit my head?

  It was only a minute later when everything came racing back to me. I owed Kristian a shirt, and an apology. I don’t know what had gotten into me last night.

  I sat up and looked around. Richly colored tapestries hung on the walls beyond the canopy of the bed and seemingly, priceless antique furniture filled the room. I didn’t recognize any of it. It was a very opulent suite, but not in Väsen Castle.

  Panic filled me, where was Kristian? I closed my eyes and tried to search for him with my magic. He was close. I opened my eyes again to find him watching me.

  He was standing in the doorway, breathing heavily, a look of extreme concentration on his face. His amethyst eyes locked onto mine and I couldn’t look away. The signature that was missing in him before was here now, and it was like nothing I’d ever felt. I had never sensed a creature that exhibited so much restraint and lust before. I couldn’t believe it was coming from just one individual. I could actually see his essence fighting against itself. The lust slithered toward me in wispy tendrils only to be pushed back by a white cloud of his restraint.

  My heart sped up as I became more enraptured with the lust in his aura. He was inadvertently seducing me without saying a word and I was more than willing to please him.

  I climbed out of bed and walked through the icy white cloud towards him. There was a brief moment of clarity just before his lust embraced me. It called to my own and I was helpless to fight it. His lust spiraled around me, intimately caressing me as I approached him. I could see the bulge of his erection pressing tightly against his jeans. He wanted me.

  “Let me take care of that.” I purred, out of my mind with want. I reached for his button.

  “No Emelie!” He exclaimed, grabbing my wrists.

  I was not going to be deterred. I would have my husband tonight. I wrapped a long leg around his waist and ground myself into him, finally feeling his restraint fade as he fisted my hair in his hand. I found his lips and thrust my tongue in his mouth. He returned the kiss with fervor and slid his hands down to cup my bottom. Slipping my arms around his neck, I wrapped my other leg around him.

  Quickly turning, he lifted me to the top of a dresser and pressed even harder into me, gasping into my mouth when I started slowly rocking against him.

  “Please, Kristian.” I begged.

  He gave me a look of sheer panic, but I soon felt his acquiescence and took full advantage. Reaching down, I released his engorged arousal from its confinement and was rewarded with one of the most impressive phalluses that I‘d ever seen. It jutted out long and tan from a thatch of black hair, its broad head begg
ing to be licked. I wanted to worship it. I wanted it in my mouth, my body, and anyway, he would give it to me.

  When I took him into both my hands, he groaned loudly and tore my robe open. Starting at my waist, he ran his hands up my body, thumbing my hardened nipples as he made his way to my neck. Tangling his fists in my hair, he forced my head roughly to the side to expose my vein.

  I closed my eyes and shivered in anticipation as he his fangs traced along my neck where his hands had just been. I could feel him pull my panties to the side and position himself against my entrance with his other hand. The moment I thought he would push himself into me, I felt him bite sharply into my neck. It was incredible. I rolled my hips toward him, urging him to take me, but he continued to remain motionless. Frustration filled me. I wanted him to pound into me until I screamed.

  He paused and seemed to be listening to something as he reluctantly pulled himself out of my grasp and backed a step away. I quickly tried to pull him back to me, but he restrained me by holding my arms to my sides and said, “Emelie, get dressed.”

  “Okay.” I answered breathlessly, leering at him while he fastened the button on his jeans and made a hasty retreat. I considered forcing him to come back, but ultimately decided against it. After that torrid display, I really didn’t think rape would be a great addition to the list of awkward sexual escapades piling up between us.

  After a few minutes, I hopped down from the dresser disappointed and frustrated. Yes, I probably should have worried more about me almost losing my virginity, then considering forcing Kristian to have sex with me, but it was obvious, even to me, that my priorities were way out of whack at the moment.

  I half walked, half stumbled into the adjacent bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror. My robe was ripped, my neck was bleeding, and my hair was a rat’s nest. I looked like a whore, and I felt like one, which was worse—or better. Who the hell knew anymore?

  I straightened myself out the best I could while I contemplated the bizarre situation. Something was going on with Kristian. Nothing about his actions made any sense. He’d definitely never mentioned any other powers, but he and I obviously shared a similar talent for influence; he was even using it now. With every throb of his bite on my neck, I could feel him calling me, beckoning me to give myself to him.