Deadly Beasts (The Curse of the Rose Book 1)

by T. M. Watkins

  My back hit the door to what I assumed was his bedroom.

  “You're just trying to make me jealous, why?”

  He didn't respond, instead he kissed me. It was hard and brutal but it was incredible. One arm wrapped around my waist, pressing his hand hard against the small of my back, the other opened the door and closed it when we passed through.

  My body fell against the soft covers on the bed, William slowly loosened the tie around his neck and removed the jacket. As they fell to the ground he kicked off his shoes and removed my boots, thumping them to the carpet. He kneeled on the edge of the bed, popping the button of my jeans and slowly sliding the metal zip down. Each passing second was torture, I watched him in his precise movements. Everything he did was intentional, there was no fumbled movements. He stepped away from the bed, lifting my legs by the hem of the jeans with one sly grin. The jeans were pulled away with a sweep and dumped onto the ground with the growing mound of our clothes. Next was the jacket for which I was grateful, it was getting rather hot in here. William seemed pretty insistent on being the one that undressed the both of us but I was growing to love removing his shirt from him. He stood by the bed, wary of me as I wiggled my way to the edge and stood to him. I figured the previous might have been rather lacking in this department, it seemed as if he thought he had to do all the work and that I would lay there and wait for him. This was a world that I was only just coming to grips with but I wasn't going to lay there and do nothing.

  Consensual sex had never been an option for me prior to William and I was lacking in knowledge of what my role in this situation was. But I wasn't an idiot. I knew better than to lay on the bed and wait for him. I wanted to undress him, I wanted to touch his skin and feel if it was cold from a lack of feeding or warm from fresh blood flowing into his body. I wanted to watch him crumble to my touch. And that was exactly what he did. The buttons were popped open with fervent desire and my fingers reached out to the lines on his stomach. They weren't deep or rigid, they were soft with a touch of gentle definition. His stomach shrunk under the pads of my fingers, a slight gasp hissed under his breath. I looked up to him, his eyes were closed and his mouth was open with the hint of a grin curled into the corner of his mouth. It was pretty clear that she had never reciprocated in their time together which was crazy, why would anyone not want to touch this body? He was glorious and well proportioned. Muscles that were there but not overdone, his body was thin but not too thin. I pulled the shirt over his shoulders and down his arms, letting it fall to the ground, kissing his chest as my fingers slid over the soft skin. My hands continued over his firm body, enjoying the effect it was having on him.

  I quickly shrugged off my shirt, leaving myself in the underwear that seemed far too racy for me. It wasn't as if I didn't like lace but it was far too tiny for me. Though I had to say, William certainly seemed to like it. Of course, he preferred to get it off me and have it decorate the carpet. His arms wrapped around me as he moved me back to the bed, lowering me onto it. I gasped as his lips kissed over my body, his fingers deftly removing my bra even though I was laying on the bed and squishing his hands. He didn't care, he was more obsessed about getting rid of it. Once it was gone, his kisses continued. One minute he would be soft and delicate, feather light kisses over my sternum and neck. The next he would be filled with heated need, sucking on the flesh as his hand cupped the other breast.

  I loved the feeling of the weight of his body on mine, I don't think that I could ever have my fill of it. His skin was warm, I didn't want to dwell on the fact that it meant that he had fed. Instead I ignored it, feeling the rising pleasure within me. His lips slid down the skin between my ribs, kissing over my stomach. I looked down at him as he moved lower, his fingers curled under the strip of fabric over my hips, slowly dragging them down my body. His eyes looked up at me, I could see him grinning as he kissed my thigh, continuing to pull my barely there panties away. Those kissable lips followed the length of my leg, as he stood upright he kissed the inside of my ankle and scratched his finger over the sole of my foot. I giggled which earned me the most amazing smile I had ever seen. It was filled with hope and desire and I wanted to see it on a daily basis. Another thing I could never tire of.

  The pants were cast away and I thought that it might have been a case of straight into it but it wasn't. William settled onto the bed, kissing my inner thigh as he slowly made his way higher. I wanted to freak out, I wanted to say what the hell are you doing but I didn't. Again, my terrible knowledge of this world. My cheeks must have been as red as a tomato, my mind was going crazy at what kind of a view he had. He kissed my inner thigh again, I could tell the bastard was grinning. I gasped as his fingers touched me, slowly exposing me. His breath was hot against my skin and as he took that first kiss, I did not want to look. Every swirl of the tongue, every time his lips pressed against me, I moaned. His hands were wrapped around my thighs to hold me tight, maybe he feared I might try to escape his magic kiss. Clearly he did not know me too well. The feeling was unreal, I didn't want to open my eyes but I did. I looked down at him, all I could see was the top half of his head, the rest buried in between my legs. Amusement was still on his face as I threw my head back against the bed and groaned with the pleasure. One hand moved over my body and cupped my breast, teasing it in his fingertips. He continued with his onslaught, never stopping until that glorious wave hit me, cascading through me in a flurry of mind numbing sensations. I was wrecked.

  Every kiss over my stomach I felt with a shiver, I gasped when his tongue circled and suckled, teasing me into his mouth. He was kneeling in between my legs, pushing them wide open. I mewled in his kiss as his fingers teased me, it was so raw and sensitive, I could have easily been set off again if he continued to touch me for much longer. He took my hand and wrapped it around him, guiding me in his own pleasure. In our encounters, which there was a grand total of once for sex and once for the almost sex in the shower, I hadn't ever actually touched him. I don't know why, again maybe it wasn't something he was used to. Or maybe he was taking it easy on me, knowing of my history. But that aside, this was an interesting moment. I hadn't ever touched a man. Ever. I was scared I was going to break it. If that was possible. It was soft yet firm, an odd mixture. William hovered over me, kissing me as his hand moved mine. Slowly he pulled his hand away, leaving me to continue. As he lifted his body upright, kneeling before me, I sat up and was faced with him in all his hardened glory. Was this it? Was this all that he wanted? I had no idea what else there was that I should be doing.

  I suppose that if I had thought this through, I could have asked Marty. Though I don't know if she had ever been with a man, though William did say that she was bi. Did she maybe experiment with both genders to confirm her thoughts on her sexuality? I had no clue about this world. Would she know how to please a man or was I better off asking Nick? My mind snapped at me, telling me that William would go ballistic if I even said something slightly sexual to Nick. As for asking him how to please a man, well that might just create world war three. I looked up at William who was smiling softly at me, he could probably see the utter confusion on my face. His hand cupped under my ear, gently bringing me closer. Really? Is that what I'm supposed to do? I wasn't sure of it until I looked up at him. The intense look of pleasure was incredible as my lips pressed down onto him. This was unbelievable. This I could handle. Giving him the kind of pleasure he gave me? Yep, I definitely could handle that.

  I wasn't sure if I was doing the right thing but I figured he would show me if he wanted something different or if I was doing something wrong. But he never stopped me until he couldn't take it any longer. As he drew away from me, I began longing for it again. I craved the pleasure it gave him. The feeling of having him in me was amazing. To have him moan with every pressed lip that moulded around him or a lick of my tongue, it made me hunger for him. I wanted more, I needed more. But of course, he had other intentions. His fingers teased me again as we kissed, deep and needful and left me short
of breath.

  The weight of his body pressed against me as he settled in between my legs. I whimpered as he adjusted his body, shifting the weight. It was all too much for me, to feel him hard against me and to move, I felt like I wanted to explode with pleasure. He hadn't even entered me and I was sensitive to his touch. William grinned madly when he realised how much I had enjoyed the movement and did it again, rubbing himself against me. Over and over again he did it, grinning like a loon with the occasional chuckle. I was tearing apart at the seams, I gripped his back as we kissed ardently. Breaking from the kiss, I moaned loudly as my mind was hammered with the rolling waves of euphoria. I gasped again as I felt him fill me, slowly sinking deep into me.

  Chapter Forty-two

  Our love had been slow and needful, taking our time and enjoying each others love. I don't think I could ever tire of him, his uncanny ability to know exactly what I needed made him all the more irresistible. It had been mind blowing, leaving me in a scattered mess of delirious thoughts that made no sense. William was a patient lover that was always caring in his guidance. Even though I had been subjected to a lot of encounters I knew little of the perfect side of sex. Having it forced upon me was brutal and it was not love, it could not even be called sex. I referred to them as encounters now. William was always gentle with me, careful to ensure that I could understand that what we had was love and not what Adrian subjected me to. And I did understand the difference, Adrian took what he wanted and it hurt, William gave and it felt good.

  We were wrapped up in each other, laying on the bed in our post sex bliss. His body tensed for a moment and I knew he was thinking about something he didn't like. There were many things that could create such anguish, I'm sure I could have a long list if I decided to write one.

  “Because I’m not used to a woman who doesn't do it to me.” His voice was a warm whisper against my naked back. “It was normal life back then and part of me expects you to be no different. Forgive me for being so wrong about you. It seems that I constantly compare you to her and it is wrong of me to do so. You are far better than she ever was. You are so innocent, so pure and perfect.”

  I frowned even though he couldn't see it, maybe it was a good thing. He sighed as he moved his hand over my ribs, tracing a line under my breast.

  “When I brought her here she wanted to bring guests, she wanted entertainment. I was so wrapped up in it being what she claimed was the way of the future, to be free and liberal with our bodies that I could not see it for what it truly was.”

  I turned slightly to look at him, his face was sad as the memories ripped through him.

  “Experimenting, she called it. Free love and feeding was another name. All it was, was an excuse for her to have her way with whoever caught her attention with the permission that she had managed to convince me to give her. What did I ever see in her?”

  He looked at me as if he was really asking me to answer that question, which considering that I never knew her, it was a hard question to answer. Thinking back to what Marty had said about her, I drew inspiration.

  “You were fooled into believing that you loved her. There may have been something there that you saw that made you love her, maybe she had some kind of beauty that made you see the good in her.”

  Solemnly he nodded as I rolled back onto my side, William drew me in tighter. He kissed over my neck, moving to my jaw slowly and needfully as his hand curled around my breast. It lowered over my ribs and curved to my stomach, cupping the slight curve of my belly.

  “You will not have issues.” He said quietly as he kissed my shoulder. “You will conceive, carry and birth as any other ordinary being.”

  “Like a human or is it different?”

  “All of it is the same, conception is the same, gestation is the same and the births are the same as an ordinary human. We just can't breed with humans, well vampires can't.”

  I frowned at him, wondering why.

  “Can the fae and elves?”

  He nodded as his hand pressed harder against my abdomen.

  “What are you doing?”

  I could feel the smile against my shoulder with a slight chuckle. “Nothing.”

  “Are you checking to see if I am?” I gasped.

  William scoffed as his hand continued to press against me.

  “Do I look like I can see into your body?”

  “Nothing would surprise me about you any more.” I lifted his hand off me. “Now stop it and just wait to find out like normal people do.”

  I sat up as it suddenly dawned on me. “Is it possible?”

  He shrugged with a wistful look on his face. I laid into his arms, feeling the warmth of his embrace.

  “Why was Nick acting odd?”

  “Because the last time he was here, he told me that he was taking Martine and leaving my family. This place does not bring many happy memories and it was all because of one little reason. They worry for you, you know.”

  I frowned and tilted my head back to look at him, his face was filled with a lot of pain. Years of suffering was coming to the surface, all being expressed with one frown and weary eyes.

  “They worry that you will grow too mighty with your powers. That the fae or even the elves might come for you and offer a world that we could not provide. That you will leave us in favour of something better.”

  “They worry or you worry?” I sat up and looked down at him.

  The pain was lifted and replaced with a smile as his fingers danced over the skin of my abdomen. “I worry.”

  “There is nothing that they could offer that is better than this.”

  My hand rested on his chest feeling the melodic thump of his heart, I settled back into his arms as he sighed.

  “I wouldn't be so sure about that my love.”

  I could feel the weight of sleepiness dragging me down as I laid on William's body. Giving into the need I found a peaceful sleep.

  I woke to a heavenly scent lingering through the room, the smell of William's aftershave. He stepped out of the bathroom as he was adjusting his tie, shooting me one of those glorious smiles.

  “Afternoon sleepyhead.”

  He wandered over as I sat up to kiss him. It was soft and sweet, perfect for this tired person.

  “Where are you going?”

  “The meeting, Augustus has finally arrived.” He said as he pulled on his jacket. “Marty and Nick are going to the party if you want to go with them.”

  William wandered over and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning over my body as he kissed me softly again. “Go and have some fun, they will look after you.”

  “But what about you?”

  He grinned as he bit his bottom lip, his eyes lingering to the sheet wrapped over my chest.

  “Me? Well, I will probably spend the entire meeting remembering today instead of trying to sort things out.”

  “Have you fed yet?”

  William shook his head, a flicker of doubt lingered.

  “What?”

  “Uh, well… a feed is offered at meetings.”

  I processed the statement. He was worried about my reaction which meant that it was likely that it wasn't a glass of blood or a blood bag. In fact, I'd go so far as to say that this so called offering is of the female persuasion.

  “Do tell William, do tell how you are going to be a good man and remain true to me.”

  “Would you have me feed off men?”

  “Go away.”

  I rolled off the bed and searched through the clothes on the floor for my things. Swiftly I pulled my underwear on, feeling anger swelling inside of me.

  “Mary be realistic, I have to feed. What would you have me do?”

  As I stood upright, I put my jeans on. For once in my life I found grace in my movements and wasn't hopping around the room like an idiot trying to get herself into a pair of jeans. “Fine.” I said simply. “Go, feed on whatever bit of harlot you can find.”

  “Mary.” He snarled.

  I grinned, one so da
rk it made him look at me with worry. “I said its fine. But just so we're clear, whilst you are off in your little meeting feeding on some pretty little thing, so will I.”

  Pulling on my shirt, all I could hear was his confusion.

  “Was I not being clear enough for you? I said it was fine. And because I'm fine with you doing as you please, I'm sure you won't care who I feed from.”

  Quickly I grabbed the boots and pulled them on, making for the door with as much haste as I could muster. Sadly I was not quick enough, the vampire managed to beat me to the door.

  “I cannot allow you to feed on whoever you please. It would be unbecoming of the masters love.”

  I raised my eyebrows at him, waiting for him to see sense. He let out a pained groan as he rubbed his face with frustration.

  “Yes, okay I see your point. We shall feed together, okay?”

  “Thank you.” I pulled his tie to make him lower to my kiss. “That wasn't so hard, was it?”

  He smiled deeply as I kissed his cheek, feeling the freshly shaven skin. The scent of his aftershave was intoxicating, filling me with a yearning need to lock the door and not let him leave.

  “You would try the patience of a saint, my love.”

  “But I make you feel alive, don't I?”

  His eyes widened with that deep smile, nodding. “Absolutely.”

  Chapter Forty-three

  William had done as he said he would, he came to the party and found us a meal. The humans that were here were feeders and were not allowed to be killed which part of me was happy about but there was an element of thrill that I just could not shake. I ignored it, thinking that the thrill of the kill wasn't the kill itself, it came from ending Adrian. My ultimate revenge on the man that took my innocence. The room where the main party was being held was in the grand oak room, it was an average looking room of enormous size. It looked like it went on for miles but it had to be an illusion, it also didn't help that it was poorly lit in the room. The only light was the flashing strobe lights and a few scattered coloured lights that shone up from the floor. I had stayed in there for the total of about five minutes before I begged Marty and Nick to find somewhere more quiet. The music was annoying and repetitive, I was never one to be interested in the club scene. Not that I had ever been to a club. Marty and Nick took me to a smaller room, one that was designed for the feeders because it had a bar that they could get a drink at. Now I was sitting on a plush lounge, bored in a not so loud room. The music was still too annoying, thumping against the walls and vibrating it's terrible beat.