Gay Paranormal Romance: Daddy Wolf (Gay Shifter Mpreg) (MM Paranormal Omega Romance)

by Sy Walker

  The breeze seemed to have a mind of its own as it caressed and danced across her naked body. It touched and pinched at her goose bump covered flesh. Isabelle could feel something welling up inside her. She had never felt her body do anything like this before. Always in control, always dignified, Isabelle was now tossing to and fro with abandon in the grips of an indescribable force. Isabelle’s body shuddered as a wave of pleasure passed through her. When she opened her eyes Edmund was lying next to her in the bed.

  “Shh!” Edmund had put his hand over her mouth to prevent a scream that never came. Isabelle was not shocked to see him. She was excited. There was still a mark on Edmund’s cheek from where Sir Thomas’ silver Eagle had struck him. The color of his face was a sickly grey.

  “How did you get here?” Isabelle noticed that the window was open. Edmund had been using that window as an entrance since he was 8 years old. Although he hadn’t used it in many years.

  “Not important, I just came to tell you that I am to be hung tomorrow night.” Edmund’s look was gravely serious. In the moonlight he looked like a sculpture of a Greek God. Isabelle reached out and touched his face. She ran her finger along the scar and down his chin. She had never touched a man like this before. She could feel the redness rising in her cheeks as she let her finger run down his broad chest. He was certainly not the boy he once had been.

  Edmund kissed her deeply and pressed her body tightly against his. Isabelle could feel Edmund’s manhood growing along the length of her leg. In a flurry of motion Isabelle found herself sitting on Edmund’s lap. His movements were so fast, faster than Isabelle had ever seen a human move. Her eyes fluttered as she lowered herself accepting Edmund’s girth.

  “Did I hurt you?” Edmund whispered as he started to grind slowly against Isabelle.

  “A little, don’t stop,” Isabelle moaned. Edmund held her tightly in his arms looking her right in the eyes. As they writhed together on the bed Isabelle felt as if Edmund was reading her mind. His hands moved where she wanted them to go. Another rush of pleasure coursed through Isabelle’s quivering body as Edmund held his mouth over Isabelle’s to stifle their screams. Finally, in a moment of ecstasy, he released his seed deep inside of her. They collapsed on the bed.

  Isabelle lay against the smooth muscled chest, but she could not feel Edmund’s heart beating. She could feel her own heart racing through every part of her body. As she lay there feeling her own pulse, Edmund’s words came rushing back. He was to be hung. Isabelle got up, threw on her house coat, and started moving about the room. “What are you doing?”

  “I am readying myself,” Isabelle said. “We must flee.”

  “It is all for the best.” Edmund said as he caught Isabelle by the arm and brought her back to bed. He wrapped her in his arms. “I am not a part of this world anymore.” Isabelle seemed confused. Edmund seemed to be weighing matters in his head. He wanted Isabelle to understand, “Have I told you about Waterloo?” Edmund started. Isabelle shook her head, it seemed a curious question given the circumstances. “The reason that we defeated Napoleon’s troops was that he didn’t come ou…”

  “Out of his tent,” Isabelle interrupted, “He was over-confident everyone knows the story.”

  “No, the Emperor is many things,” Edmund spoke of Napoleon with a deep reverence. “He was never neglectful of his troops. However, since his first banishment on Elba, the Emperor had been pursuing an answer to the question of death.” Edmund was studying Isabelle’s face as he told the story. “He had shifted his focus away from the mortal coil. He had been searching through the wilds of Eastern Europe. The mystical Carpathian Mountain range. Returning from his trip east his troops started to notice that they only saw their commander at night.

  We had heard these reports and we knew that it was time for us to strike. When we bested the Emperor at Waterloo, I was the first man into the tent. I placed Napoleon Bonaparte under arrest. I said the words before really stopping to look at his face. He had the drawn sallow countenance that you see before you now. He was weak and depleted, but that didn’t slow him down.

  When I tried to slip manacles onto his lacy sleeves the Emperor sunk his teeth deep into my neck. I didn’t have any time to react. I had only looked away from him for a split second. Napoleon had found the key to immortality, but he was no longer human. I had so many thoughts flashing through my mind. I was sure that he had killed me. I fell to the ground grasping my neck. I could feel warm liquid dripping all over my hand.

  It was night time when my eyes fluttered open. The Emperor and I were in a carriage together. He had convinced Wellington to leave me in charge of him. It is one of the benefits of our lifestyle. We can be very convincing.” The veins purple running through Edmund’s eyes flashed as he said this and Isabelle could feel the flash tugging at her mind. Her body moved closer as well.

  “What does all of this mean?” Isabelle was searching Edmund’s face for answers. She didn’t want to hear any more stories. She wanted to leave.

  “It means that tomorrow you will stay in the house and do nothing.” Edmund flashed his eyes at Isabelle and she fell into a deep sleep. She dreamed of running away with Edmund and travelling through the continent. Her mind felt a pull toward the east. The lovers were riding on the Oriental Express through the Carpathian Mountains. They were laughing and happy.

  “Wake up,” It was Kitty. She was sitting on Isabelle’s bed in one of her favorite dresses. For a second Isabelle felt like maybe everything was just a dream. Maybe Kitty was here to take Isabelle to Colonel Raglan’s ball. Edmund would be there and nothing weird would happen, because everything that had happened was a bad dream, and yet, it was also a terrific dream in some respects. “They did it,” Kitty cried.

  “They did what?” Isabelle froze with fear right after she got the words out. She knew exactly what Kitty meant.

  “They are burying him today,” the two friends hugged. Isabelle looked out at the morning sky and realized that she had been asleep for a day and a half. She got dressed quickly and arm in arm the friends left for the cemetery.

  It was a simple pine box. The coffin was being lowered by six men when the girls arrived at the top of the hill. They walked slowly up to the grave and cried in each other’s arms. As they watched the box drop, Isabelle started to think about the story that Edmund had told her. Why had that been so important to him? She wondered as she felt Kitty stroking her hair.

  The undertakers had filled in the hole before Isabelle could find the strength to walk away. “Were you there for him at least?” Isabelle asked her friend as they walked from the sight.

  “My father wouldn’t let me miss it,” Kitty said, “Edmund was very brave. I guess being a soldier he wasn’t afraid of death. It really seemed to make father angry. His last words were an apology for almost killing Victor and accosting you, and then he forgave the crowd.” Kitty was trying to smile as she told the story. Isabelle took no comfort in Edmund dying a good death. Either way he was dead.

  Kitty could see that Isabelle was still very sad, “His neck snapped on the fall, Edmund was dead instantly.” Kitty was really trying and Isabelle kissed her friend on the cheek. She wanted her to know that she was as okay as she could be, but mostly she wanted her to stop talking about Edmund’s death.

  “The townspeople were really upset.” Kitty let out a little laugh. Isabelle seemed shocked, “They wanted to raid his carriage, but it was already gone. I kind of wanted to raid it too.” Isabelle gave Kitty an exasperated huff. “I just wanted to know if Napoleon was in there after all.” Isabelle squeezed her friend’s arm as they walked on. She was glad to have Kitty in her life.

  “Have they set a date for my wedding yet?” Isabelle asked as they left the cemetery. The thought of marrying Colonel Raglan seemed both hilarious and repulsive to Isabelle.

  “No, but my date is set,” Kitty offered as a devilish smile crept across her lips. Isabelle turned her friend right around to see her face.

  “What do you m
ean?” Isabelle didn’t even wait for the answer, “Who do you mean?”

  “May 24th and Reginald,” Kitty was beaming, but Isabelle felt very much in the dark.

  “You don’t like Reginald,” Isabelle reminded her friend, “You can’t be excited to marry someone you don’t like.” Isabelle knew that Kitty was at times in love with the idea of love. Isabelle didn’t want to see anyone marry for the wrong reasons.

  “It turns out I do,” Kitty’s answer enraged Isabelle.

  “No you don’t! Is this your father’s doing?” Isabelle was incensed. She was enraged. She was thinking of her friend, but also her own situation. She was never going to marry the colonel and now with Edmund dead she felt sure that she would never marry anyone.

  “It wasn’t my father,” Kitty was starting to blush. “He kissed me.”

  “Reginald?” Isabelle asked as if she didn’t already know.

  “He has been wasting all this time trying to talk to me,” Kitty laughed. “When I walked the girls into the kitchen so you and Edmund could be alone Reginald walked in and didn’t say a word. He took me by the back of the neck and kissed me.” Kitty had grabbed Isabelle by the back of the neck and pulled their foreheads together. “I felt as if I was floating. I don’t know what made him act do boldly? But it was absolutely perfect.”

  “That’s amazing…” Isabelle stopped as something caught her eye moving at the top of the hill. She thought that she saw something, but it had disappeared. Kitty turned to follow Isabelle’s eyes. “Sorry, I thought I saw…something. I am so happy for you.” They continued to walk down the street, but Isabelle continued to turn back, hoping to see the black carriage on the hill again.

  It took a lot of convincing, but Isabelle finally got Kitty to go home. The Bernard house was not a receptive atmosphere for company at the moment. Everyone was locked up in their respective rooms. As Isabelle walked to her room she heard her father’s door creak open. “Did you go visit his grave?” He asked.

  “No,” Isabelle lied. “I was having lunch with Kitty.” She couldn’t bear to have her father talk to her like he had the other night. It had been the first time and Isabelle hoped the last. She knew that she would be long gone before her father would have a chance to marry her off to Colonel Raglan.

  Isabelle wanted to pack a bag, but she thought that would be too suspicious. If anyone happened to talk to her it would be hard to explain. She sat in her room trying to read, then trying to sow. Isabelle was terrible at needle point, she only ever did it to take her mind off of matters that bothered her. She stabbed herself so often that it was hard to think about anything else. However, today it wasn’t working.

  The Bernard Dinner hall was as silent as a tomb. The only sound was the slurping of soup. No one would make eye contact. Isabelle asked to be excused. Her father only lifted his hand to wave her away. Isabelle laid in her bed and waited for darkness to arrive. She watched as the shadows crossed the room and the moon started its ascent into the sky.

  It was a trick she hadn’t used since she was a child. Isabelle had loved climbing. When her mother was alive, Isabelle was allowed to wear pants. A person can climb in pants. When her mother died and she was forced to become a proper lady and wear dresses all the time, Isabelle’s love of climbing ended. She felt liberated as she took the trellis down from her window. The rose bush tore her dress, but Isabelle didn’t care. She was off to find her Edmund.

  Isabelle stopped in the garden shed and grabbed a shovel. She had decided that he couldn’t be dead, or at very least, she had decided that she had to see him dead for herself. Isabelle couldn’t say what it was, but something was telling her that Edmund was fine, she only had to go to him. Isabelle was dancing on air as she walked through the town and it wasn’t long before she reached the low stone fence that encircled the cemetery.

  “Who goes there?” It was one of the night watchmen. Isabelle turned abruptly and threw her shovel over the fence at the same time. The watchman was holding a lantern, but he didn’t seem to notice the shovel. “Oh, Miss Bernard, I didn’t recognize you.”

  Isabelle felt bad, because she didn’t recognize this man at all. Her father was on the Parish council and fairly well known in town. Everyone seemed to know who Isabelle was, and it made her feel snobby to not know them back. Kitty knew a few of the night watchmen, but that was because she had spent so much time being delivered back to her father. This was really the first time in her life that Isabelle had been defiant.

  “What are you doing out so late?” The watchman’s tone had changed, but his question remained. He had to speak more politely to a highborn lady, but he was still obligated to return her to her father’s home if he saw her out late at night.

  “I came to say good bye to my lover,” Isabelle knew that everything she said to the watchman would run through the town in a matter of hours. “My father caught me with Edmund Bellemorale and that is why he was put to death. Please, you have to let me say good bye to the only man I ever loved.”

  Isabelle was surprised by how much pleasure the whole exchange was giving her. She was not completely lying, she was getting what she wanted and bringing shame to the family that tried to offer her to a filthy old man. The watchman seemed touched by her story. Isabelle thought she saw a tear welling up in the man’s eye. He stepped aside and let her pass.

  Isabelle hopped the fence and found her shovel. She ran up the hill and found the loose dirt of the freshly covered grave. The shovel was singing as she repeatedly drove it into the dirt. She was going fast, but soon tired and fell to the ground. Why am I doing this? She asked herself as she lay down crying in the dirt.

  “Should I dig for a while?” It was Edmund. He was standing over her almost shining in the sun. He no longer looked grey and the mark from the cane was gone. Isabelle was frozen in place for a moment as she tried to process the sight of the hanged man standing before her.

  “You’re alive!” She shouted and hugged him, but then fear ran down her spine and she backed away. “So you’re…you are…are a,” Isabelle couldn’t find the words.

  “I am a vampire,” Edmund said. “I was turned and I tried to stay on Saint Helene with my master, but I could not.” Edmund grabbed Isabelle’s quivering hand. “I have loved you since we were kids playing in the woods. I thought of you every day while I was away.” Edmund took a deep breath, “If there was a way for me to leave here without you I would, but I cannot be away from you for another minute.”

  Isabelle looked into his eyes. She could feel the truth of his words and she knew the truth of her own feelings. “Make me a vampire,” She almost whispered. It had been shocking to see him alive, and yet Isabelle had known since the ball that something was different about her childhood friend. AS he stood there before her professing his love she realized that she wanted nothing more than to be with Edmund. She was willing to go through anything.

  “Are you sure?” Edmund asked.

  “You are asking a woman knee deep in your grave if she is serious?” Edmund got into the hole and kissed Isabelle deeply.

  “I love you,” was all that Edmund said as he grabbed the shovel and lifted Isabelle with one hand out of the grave. Edmund dug the grave down three feet and started padding down the loose dirt at the bottom. The black carriage was pulling up as Edmund cast the shovel aside. He pulled Isabelle down into his arms and laid her down in the grave. Edmund kissed Isabelle deeply as they lay entwined in each other’s arms. As he broke away from the kiss he bared his fangs and dug deeply into Isabelle’s neck.

  The lifeless eyes of the coach driver were the only eyes upon them. Isabelle could feel dirt falling on her legs and body. In a few minutes she was buried completely. She was not scared. She could not even feel it. She couldn’t tell where her body was at that moment. It was like being in a cocoon. She could feel the changes coming over her.

  Isabelle felt the warm blood that coursed through her veins only moments before stop. Her body was hardening. She felt like stone. There was
pain, Isabelle wanted to scream out, but there was no way to open her mouth. She was not in control. She could hear Edmund trying to calm her down inside her own mind.

  “You let a young woman into a grave yard by herself?” It was her father’s voice. It sounded miles away. “You are taking your job title too literally, you do not only have to watch! You also need to take action!” Sir Thomas Bernard was organizing a manhunt for his daughter. He clearly wanted to get her back.

  Clearly a great deal of time had passed, and yet, to Isabelle it felt like only a few minutes. She heard her father yelling at the watchman. When the other’s had cleared away she heard her father offer Lysa to the old colonel. It made Isabelle feel horrible to be traded away so easily.

  “Ah yes, I do enjoy a younger bride,” Raglan’s drool could be heard in his tone. It was disgusting to think about the old man touching one of her sisters, but Isabelle laughed when she thought about that match. Lysa is going to eat him alive. Lysa was money hungry. Isabelle hated to think badly of her sister, but he knew that Lysa cared more for things than for love. She will likely be happy about it, Isabelle thought.

  The noises, which had seemed hundreds of miles away to begin with, faded away and after what seemed like a minute a surge of power rose through Isabelle. Edmund started moving and his new vampire followed him through the dirt. Edmund was brown and his clothes covered in dirt. Isabelle didn’t even want to know what she looked like. The couple stood in the open grave and drank in the moonlight as they waited for the carriage to arrive.

  Isabelle threw her arms around Edmund. She had never been a girl to sit around thinking about happily ever after, but in her heart she knew that she had found hers.

  THE END

  BITTEN BY THE BILLIONAIRE

  Lucinda Waters stumbled over the top step to her apartment building’s lobby door and went down hard on one knee, barely saving herself from falling flat. Her legs, numb from exhaustion, had given out just a little too soon. The tall, curvy brunette sighed, gritting her teeth, knowing passers-by would be staring and she’d better just force herself up and move on quickly. New York City’s Upper West Side in a nutshell: age, elegance, beauty, and indifference to suffering. And so she pulled herself up on the railing, got her wobbly legs under her, and shoved herself forward through the door.