The Seduction of Gretchen: Paranormal Erotic Romance (Anam Céile Chronicles)

by Scarlett, Rosalind

  I had to wonder why he would send this to me, arranging to meet with me in essence, only to still have me have to go through the usual selection process. I presumed it must have been because he wanted all the other Vampires to see me in the luxurious garment he had presented to me, which would only make them covet me more. And then, of course, it would be he who this most sought after courtesan would select to spend her evening with.

  Fortified with this new knowledge, I left my chamber to make my way up to the backstage, a poised smile upon my face.

  When I stepped up onto that platform, he indeed was there waiting for me. Only this time, he was standing right in front. My heart jumped into my throat, so relieved I was to see him actually there. Then I felt the blood rush to my cheeks at the mere sight of him, not to mention most every other part of my body.

  My God! The responses he brings forth in me!

  I went through the customary motions, all the while knowing full well who I would be taking back with me. The way he looked at me up there dressed for him, was even more intense than usual— something I would never have thought possible before that night. His eyes virtually consumed me. I had never felt so beautiful in all my life as I did in that moment.

  Leading the way back to the VIP room, I could feel Lucius’s eyes upon me, following my every step, making me nervous, in the best way possible. I wondered what he had in store for me. Although, I never could have imagined what it would be…

  Suddenly I did not want to take him to the same place that I took all the other Vampires. He was so much more special than that. He deserved more. I deserved more. Abruptly turning him to the right rather than the left to lead him down the corridor which housed the performer’s quarters, Lucius looked at me curiously.

  Of course, entertaining Vampire patrons in our private quarters was strictly prohibited, but little did I care in that moment. I wanted him in my bed, so that each time I lay in it thereafter the memory of him would be there to embrace me; each time I laid my head upon the pillow, his scent would be there lingering. Yes, I would experience him in the sanctity of my own space.

  After what seemed like forever, we arrived at my bedchamber. My nerves coming to a head, I opened the door. I could scarcely wait to be alone with him again.

  Again, he looked upon me quizzically. “This is my bedchamber,” I illuminated.

  Lucius elevated his brow. “Do you make a habit of bringing all the Vampires back to your chamber, Mademoiselle?”

  “Of course not, Monsieur!” I snickered. “Only the ones who bequeath me with pretty things!” I winked at him in jest.

  Ripe with anticipation of him savouring me in this exquisite garment he had chosen just for me, I stepped into my room, my mind imagining him peeling it off of me slowly.

  Right behind me, Lucius wrapped his arms about my waist, his hands wandering slowly over the fabric of the corset. Whispering into my ear the first words he had actually spoken to me all night, he said, “You never fail to amaze me, Gretchen. You look far more luscious in this than I could have even imagined.” His lips nibbled lightly at my ear, working their way down my neck. Instantly my mind went to the last time when he had drank from me, what it had done to me…

  I shivered, and again, it was not due to the coolness of his lips.

  I felt him smile against my neck. Revolving me to face him, Lucius pulled me back to him, and gazed deep into my eyes— making me lightheaded— as his lips found mine, claiming me for the long awaited first time.

  I thought I had surely died and gone to heaven!

  Lucius kissed me deeply, passionately, possessively as his tongue explored every bit of my mouth. I was so dizzy, I thought my legs would crumple beneath me at any moment. As though he had read my mind— again— without disconnecting from our embrace, Lucius suddenly swept me up into his arms. Unhurriedly, he carried me, kissing me all the while, eventually laying me down gently upon my bed.

  Maintaining his standing there, he stared down at me, admiring me.

  “You are such a beautiful woman, Gretchen,” he said finally, sitting on the settee beside me. Not knowing quite what to say, I smiled demurely, which was far from my usual style.

  Then realising I had yet to thank him for his gift, I said, “Lucius, thank you so much for this lovely corset. It was completely unexpected and most generous of you. I love it!”

  One side of his mouth pulled up into a smile. “You are welcome. I see I made an excellent choice.” Lucius began leisurely running his hand down along my side. “However, I must admit, though my intention was to present you with something, it was not entirely a selfless act. I saw it and just knew I would derive great pleasure in viewing you in it.”

  At hearing his words a mischievous smile played upon my lips. “Well then, tell me, does seeing me in it pleasure you?” I asked provocatively.

  From the smile which developed on his lips, it was clear he did not miss my innuendo.

  “I believe the best answer to that would be for me to show you.”

  Another shiver travelled through me at the suggestion of his appealing promise.

  “By all means, Monsieur La Croix…” I encouraged silkily.

  “I have one request,” Lucius declared, his look turning stern. My facial expression told him to continue. “You must not question anything I do to you.”

  Never having been one to favour feeling vulnerable, I hesitated a moment.

  “If you cannot agree, we cannot play…” he warned.

  I knew full well that I was not about to rescind anything he offered me, and for some reason still unknown to me, I trusted him implicitly. Searching his eyes, I nodded my head innocently. “I am yours to do with what you will, Monsieur.”

  A devilish smile played across his face and I wondered at once what it was I had gotten myself into.

  “I hoped you would say that…” Lucius replied, pulling something from his trousers pocket.

  Glancing down to see what it could be, I saw that it was a black silk scarf— no, two black silk scarves. I found myself wondering what he might need of them. I swiftly received my answer.

  “One more thing,” Lucius said, his blue eyes looking straight into mine. “You must NOT divulge any details to anyone about what happens between us here tonight.”

  A quizzical look came over me, yet still, I nodded in agreement.

  How could I do anything but? I was dying to know what it was he had in store for me!

  “Good girl.” he said, planting a soft kiss upon my lips. With that he brought his hands forwards, revealing the black silk scarf he held between them and placed it over my eyes. Lucius tied it snugly behind my head, leaving me totally in the dark and sightless. While I had participated in some prearranged bondage and domination performances on stage, never had I— would I have— allowed this sort of thing with a client!

  No longer able to rely upon my sight, I had to tune in my other senses to assess what he was doing next. He grabbed each of my arms and after placing a small kiss within each palm, raised them above my head. Crossing them one over the other, he began wrapping what I knew to be the other silk scarf around my wrists.

  I know that I should not allow myself to be vulnerable to a Vampire like this, but he has me so hot, how can I possibly deny him? Besides he is far more than just a Vampire to me.

  He is my Vampire. And I am his.

  Still, I hoped he would not bind my feet as well.

  Feeling his garments brushing against me, Lucius leaned in and commencing at my armpit, planted delicate kisses all the way up the inside of my arm and then down the other arm until he reached the opposite armpit. The chill of his lips inspired my skin to prickle up. In contrast, this little bit of attention from him had my insides melting, begging for that which he could never give me.

  I felt his lips travel over my shoulder to the lower curve of my throat where he lingered as though contemplating a temptation. Tipping my head back, I braced myself, fully expecting to feel his bite. Rather, Lucius r
esumed slowly kissing his way up my neck, nibbling at my chin. Finding my mouth once more, I delighted in the feel of his lips upon mine. I allowed my mouth to fall open so as to invite him inside. Instead, instigating in me a whimper, he nibbled his way along my lips, his mouth descending once more down the line of my neck.

  When Lucius reached my clavicle, his lips diligently followed along the bone, his chin teasingly brushing the protruding tops of my cleavage, driving me crazy. After he had kissed all the way from one side to the other, at last his mouth moved below the line of my bone, alighting upon the fleshy mounds of my breasts. Leaving not a single spot of flesh untouched, unhurriedly he kissed his way over my amplified cleavage. Hoping they too would soon know his lips, my nipples stiffened in response.

  His lips finally reaching the line of the corset, I anticipated he would begin unhooking the front to access me. Feeling his hands grasp the top of it, I smiled at my right perception. But then, he proved me wrong, for instead I heard the unmistakable sound of fabric being torn as he proceeded to rip it right open. I heard several buttons pop off and fall to the floor, completely destroying the garment.

  I was stunned at his audacious move.

  What’s more, I was insanely turned on.

  Why is it that the only man who has ever had this profound an effect upon me is not capable of giving me what I crave from him?

  I heard a low growl come from him as he regarded my breasts bared to him for the first time.

  “My God, Gretchen,” Lucius murmured in a low tone. “You are one gorgeous creature!”

  Before I could respond, his hands were upon my breasts, holding them up to his desirous mouth. A low moan escaped me as he drew my alert nipple into his mouth, suckling at it as he would my vein, worsening the ache within my groin. I wanted desperately for him to touch me there, something… anything… to satisfy my need to be filled.

  And then, suddenly his mouth was gone and I felt Lucius moving completely away from me and I was unclear as to what he was doing. A second later I heard the distinctive sound of metal clinking followed by fabric rustling and I knew that he was removing his clothing. My sex clinched at the thought of what that would mean if he were a human man.

  But, sadly, he is not. Better to not get caught up in having unrealistic desires.

  Oh, but if he was… the things I would do to this man!

  And then he is upon me again, the coolness of his bare skin against the warmth of mine.

  But I do not mind it, not at all, if it means I can finally be close to him like this.

  My breasts melding into his muscular chest, Lucius kissed me again, his tongue requesting entrance. Naturally, I indulged him. As our tongues circled together, his hand roamed over my body, as though learning every inch of me. I sucked in my breath as I felt it descend lower yet, his fingers weaving through the curls of hair crowning my sex. I felt him smile against my mouth at my reaction and knew he was reveling in the powerful effect he had upon me.

  Apparently attempting to drive me as much over the edge as he possibly could, Lucius teasingly brushed his finger over my swollen clitoris as he continued downwards. Not realising I had been holding my breath, I suddenly gasped into his mouth when his fingers found my moist opening. Pushing them inside, I moaned profusely, fighting against his mouth for breath.

  My breaking away from his mouth inspiring him to find other creative uses for it, Lucius began kissing his way down my body, his lips travelling over my breasts and down the plane of my abdomen, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he continued his descent. Comprehending just where he was heading, I breathed in sharply as his face was now level with my sex.

  Oh God, is this gorgeous man really about to pleasure me with his tongue?

  As if in answer, he planted a soft kiss upon my clitoris before letting his tongue sweep across the aching flesh of my sex. Hardly able to believe the level of pleasure he could inspire in me with the scarcest of contact, I moaned and squirmed beneath him.

  To my utter delight, beginning at the lower end, he traced all the way up my slit, eliciting the parting of my inner labia as his tongue discovered my sex. At this point, it was impossible to refrain from squirming and moaning.

  “Gretchen, you are delectable!” Lucius exclaimed.

  Whimpering in response, I just wanted his mouth back upon me.

  Granting my wish, he placed his tongue upon me again, taking turns playfully sucking in each labia. His tongue climbing higher, I was elated when at last it made contact with my now throbbing clitoris.

  “Oh yes…” I murmured, encouraging him.

  I leaned my head back in pleasure as his tongue skillfully manipulated my button, alternating between sucking it in between his lips and bathing it with his tongue. Feeling the pleasure already gathering in my core, I knew it would not be long before he brought me to orgasm.

  More than anything, I wanted for him to push his fingers into me, to thrust them in and out. But I dared not make any requests from him for fear he would suddenly stop everything.

  And I was so close…

  Closer than I realised, for all at once it seemed, all the pleasure in me rushed towards my centre, collecting together for the big moment.

  His tongue descended to sweep down me once more and with just one more flick of his tongue to my clitoris, it transpired.

  “Oh, Lucius…” I groaned, alerting him to the fact that it was coming, as if the movements of my body had not been sufficient in giving me away.

  “Oh yes, Lucius!” I cried as I writhed against his face. “Oh my God, YES!”

  He rose up abruptly, his body hovering over mine. I waited to feel the puncture of his teeth into my vein. I quickly decided that if he did not, I would bury my fingers in myself while he was occupied with drinking from me.

  But the bite did not come. Instead, I felt something large and firm brush past my leg and then pushing against my sex. I wondered if he had put on a leather phallus. My sex clinched at the thought. That definitely would have been far preferable over my fingers, especially for him to be the one doing it.

  But the moment it began to slide inside of me, I knew it was not leather, not to mention the fact I could detect no belt about his waist.

  It was flesh! His flesh. His cock!

  And it was hard!

  I did not know how it was possible for him, but in that precise moment, little did I care.

  “Oh, Lucius… Yes, make love to me!”

  “Gretchen,” he breathed into my ear.

  Suddenly, more than anything I wanted to be able to look into his eyes, to not be denied the full experience he was bestowing upon me.

  “Lucius, please, I need to see you, to touch you,” I implored him.

  Stilling himself in me, I felt him reach up and manipulate the scarf binding my wrists. Relieved to be able to move my arms, I lowered them, immediately wrapping them around his back, my hands roving over his body. It felt so good to be able to touch him after all this time. It was like a dream!

  “My God, Lucius! You feel so incredible inside of me!”

  His hands moving to the back of my head, he proceeded to loosen the scarf. When he uncovered my eyes, I was almost surprised to see it really was him on me, in me. I was relieved to know that it had not just been a dream or my imagination gone wild!

  As Lucius gazed into my eyes, a smile erupting onto his handsome face, I suddenly had an overwhelming urge to tell him I loved him.

  That is ridiculous! How can I possibly love him. I know so little about him!

  To prevent the foolish words escaping my mouth, I kissed him hard. He returned my kiss with a fervor all his own, his hips moving back and forth in me.

  Swiftly, my pleasure ascended, peaking once more, every thrust sending me higher, closer to him.

  Like a tsunami, my ultimate bliss crashed over me, flooding every cell in my body with more ecstasy than ever I had experienced.

  “Lucius! Lucius! Lucius!” I cried, arching my back as my sex clamped rhythmicall
y around him, the tremors of my orgasm pulsing through me endlessly, instigating him to thrust deeper.

  With the next thrust of him into me, I felt the sharp sensation of his teeth sinking into my neck, except the pain immediately transformed into surplus pleasure. His lips sealed around it as he began to suckle at my vein.

  Never had I felt so desirable! I was thrilled for Lucius to take my blood as his nourishment. I wanted to give him everything of myself.

  Moaning in harmony, he drove himself into me with primal frenzy as he took my blood into him. I knew he would not last much longer.

  With the next push of himself into me, he suddenly released his hold upon my neck.

  “Gretchen!” he groaned raggedly as his cock pulsated within me, filling me with his seed.

  Then Lucius collapsed atop me. Though I could scarcely breathe, the weight of him felt so wonderful. Suddenly, I had never felt so safe. As he lay there over me, I kissed along his ear, down his jawline. The words that went unsaid still begged to be released, waiting to jump off of my tongue at any moment.

  But I knew I could not say them. I dared not tarnish this magical moment. Furthermore, I wasn’t even sure that I really felt them.

  One thing I did know for sure.

  I had most certainly never felt anything like it before.

  Chapter Seven

  Similar to the first time, afterwards Lucius left rather abruptly. It was difficult not to feel a bit hurt. While I could not deny that the sex was phenomenal, I found myself wanting so much more from him, things I had never desired from a man before. Now, left with so many questions, I had no choice but to wait to see him again, never knowing when that might be— or even if.

  Every day which passed without seeing him felt like an eternity. Even with all the sex I was having with the other guys, suddenly it was not enough to satisfy me. I knew that it was not about the sex and nothing but he could ever truly satisfy me now. And that knowledge was very difficult for me to bear, for what if I never saw him again?