Such Violent Delights: A Holiday Paranormal Romance Anthology
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With the softest touch, she felt him slide his hand into hers, and it warmed her body in a way she had never felt before. She had seen his great size before she healed him. She knew what a rough and wild man he was, and yet he was so damn gentle with her. Everything glowed from the point of his touch, and her world felt all the more lovely because of him.
More than anything, she wished she could tell him that. She wished she could recite how much he meant to her. More than once, she had to sit idly by and listen to him apologize profusely for harming her this way. She knew how much he hated himself for this, and the pain of not being able to soothe him was nearly unbearable.
“Would you like to hear about my day today, love?” He asked, the same as he always did. Always so polite. Maybe he secretly hoped that one day she would answer him back.
After a short pause that would have been filled with a, “Yes absolutely,” if she could speak, she felt the little lump of her cat nestle against her chest and the touch on her hand hold her just a tiny bit more lovingly.
“My brother and I actually forgo’ all about Christmas. I guess I should hav’ figured that something was up, based on the fact that no one was on surveillance duty today. Of course, we went ou’ though. We’ve just been so hard up for… something, anything really. We just needed it. I guess I probably shouldn’t be telln’ ya that I’m a violent man, but I think you already know that, and I’ve never been one for hidin’ things. I need revenge, for what happened to my pack, for what happened to me, and for what happened to you because of what they did.” She heard a jagged sigh and wished for the hundredth time that she could soothe him.
All around them, the snow began to fall harder as if it wept too for the pain her love was in.
“I think it’s my father in me more so than even the wolf.” He laughed a little, and she wondered what his smile would look like. Would it always reach his eyes? Would he have little laugh lines that creased every time he felt joy? “My father lusted for blood and conquest more than anythin’ else. Nothin’, not food, or drink, or women could quench that thirst, and me and my brother are the same. Sometimes I need blood, but I am a lovin’ man too. I’m not all rough and full o’ violence. I also think about holdin’ you close if you’ll let me. I think about tellin’ you how beautiful you are. I know it’s yur birthday, so I brought you some flowers, and I couldn’t really think of anything to do for you to make this special. It’s not as if I can take you somewhere or you can tell me something you’d like to have. I did hear a suggestion though, and maybe you might enjoy it. My mother used to say I had a beautiful singin’ voice, so I thought I could sing a little something for you. I wanted to sing a song about a madly in love couple, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it, not with you in this bed because of me. Not when I hate myself too much to feel like I deserve you. I’m going to sing you a song about a woman so beautiful that no man could rest his eyes upon her without falling in love. It’s in Gaelic, so I know you won’t understand it, but hopefully you enjoy the melody.”
The heartbreak in his voice killed her in a way that nothing else ever could. Her heart was squeezing in her chest at the thought of it. She wanted him warm and happy with her, but instead it felt as if he were outside in the cold alone.
His voice truly was angelic, and as he sung, she felt his love for her in every note. She didn’t need to know the words, all that mattered was how it made her feel.
Colors danced around her as his voice climbed softly higher then broke down into deep baritones.
Tears sprung up in her own eyes from frustration and sorrow. She wanted to love him, but her body was too broken. She couldn’t even move one goddamn finger, let alone hold the side of his face and tell him that he was more than enough for her and always would be.
“Aye lass, what’s this now?” He asked softly breaking away from the song, and she felt his gentle touch on her cheek. Was she crying on the outside as well?
“Don’ cry for me, beauty. You’ll tear my heart clean in two.” His voice was broken as he wiped away another of her tears.
She couldn’t stop herself even though he rubbed her chest softly and whispered calmly that everything was okay, that she needed to rest and heal, not worry about him.
“I’ll make you a deal lass. If you stop the tears, I’ll get in this bed and hold you close all night. This is a selfish deal on my end as I think I want this much more than you do. But I know if you can hear me now, you must be terribly lonely.” He rubbed her chest in small circles, the way you would a child who needed to get back to sleep after a nightmare.
It took a moment to stop, but the idea of him holding her through the night was the most amazing thing anyone could offer her. And with that overwhelming happy thought, the tears dried, and he praised her highly, giving her an affectionate, “Tha’s my girl!”
It took a few tries for him to actually make it into the bed. He was far too big for it, she realized, as he moved pillows around and banged his elbow twice on the end table. Once he finally got settled in and put the blanket around both of them, he realized he had left the light on, and she heard a string of curse words under his breath as he got up, clicked the light off, and once again fought the tight space and her lifeless body for some room on the bed.
She didn’t care that he was squeezed; this was heaven. All around her, warmth and light filled her. And in her mind, they were now cuddled together under a thick blanket, watching the snow storm outside.
In her fantasy, he held her close and caressed the side of her face. They looked into each other’s eyes and knew each other in a way that only lovers could.
The only thing that could make it more perfect would be if he pulled her close for a kiss.
“I would kiss you lass, but I can’ bring myself to do it without yur permission,” he whispered against her forehead as he held her close. “Maybe when you wake up, you’ll give me the honor.”
Everything in her screamed for him to have permission. To stop being so fucking sweet and just take it.
His breathing began to even out, but even as he slept soundly next to her, she couldn’t stop her mind from fantasizing.
In her mind, she rolled on top of him, not giving a fuck that he was full of doubt. She would take what belonged to her. His cock would swell up from the feeling of her body on top of his, harder and longer than any she had had before.
Her pussy was wet and dying for a taste of him. She needed him hard and pumping inside of her. To feel his thick cock stretching her.
The faintest touch of his hands on hers as he slept sent fire through her. They were so large and powerful she knew he could twist her, bend her body to his will. He would want to take her softly, to worship her body slowly, but that’s not what she wanted to think about now. She wanted his strength, his feral masculinity.
She wanted the demon.
In her mind, he fucked her hard on their warm bed, her hair wrapped tightly around those big hands, her lips swollen from his possessive kisses. Sweat poured down her sides as he made her take him in every hole until her body was giving out from shaking. Until his cock had been sucked dry so many times by her he couldn’t lift it anymore.
When she got out of this bed, that’s how she would take him. She would fuck this big, grizzled man until he slept as hard as he was sleeping now.
Her vicious, blood covered warrior, falling asleep in her bed as softly as their kitten. She would make sure he craved her body with every waking moment, that he dreamt every night of burying himself between her thighs.
They may have a cursed love… they may have a love that took a thousand years just to reach, but she would be here, every day, fighting to wake up and find him. Nothing on earth would stop her love for him, not his insecurities, not even her own broken body.
The demon king would be hers.
About Alice K. Wayne
Alice K. Wayne is a multi-genre romance writer straight out of the Motor City.
From a young age books became her fav
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Alice loves traveling, is a self proclaimed foodie, sushi addict, selfie Queen, and like all good Detroiters, is completely obsessed with Red Wings hockey.
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