Chapter 27.

Mistakes and a Bed of Roses I had frozen as if an ice queen had just cast a deadly spell. In my head a voice screamed out to cover myself up but in this case I wasn't the only one doing the wrong thing. Vincent still hadn't moved, although I was pretty sure it was wrong of him to be staring at me the way he still was. It was the first time I saw a flicker of the same power Draven held, run through his brother's body. I saw blue light emanate from his feet and as it travelled up to his upper body, it changed to a darker shade, reminding me of the day's sky turning into night.

He hadn't moved any closer but I could almost hear the want in his bones begging him to work until they reach the bed's edge. Then the candles started to flicker making it the second time I had ever felt fear around Vincent. The first time of course, being in the car park where he caught me before his brother could follow in his footsteps to take me against my will.

After what seemed like a small forever, I forced some words from my trembling lips.

"Vincent...I...I am so sorry...I didn't..." The words seemed to tumble out like a lost cause but whatever it sounded like, it seemed to work because his response was a gentle, "Ssssh, please don't do that." His smooth voice made my skin p.r.i.c.kle and a weird vibration flashed down my naked neck. His glowing body faded back into the darkness now that he appeared to be calming whatever emotions had been running wild with his mind. Now that he was once again just a silhouette in the room, he decided he was going to move from the spot he had been glued to and finally my mind did the same and kicked into gear, covering myself up with the bed covers. By the time we came face to face, we were looking less risky about our situation. My skin was covered and his eyes didn't glow with the dangerous l.u.s.t I had seen.

I bit my lip like it would help prevent the situation from getting any worse... that being my big mouth! But this reaction made him smile and he knelt down to my level so he didn't look so threatening from the height of him towering above me. He wasn't much shorter than his brother, there being mere inches between them. His skin was paler than Draven's and the faint light from the now steady candles were casting a warm orange glow onto his soft features. He was still smiling and it looked like he was trying very hard not to let his eyes linger anywhere else but from my face.

"You know we really need to stop meeting like this!" He joked and finally I could let air out of my mouth.

"I'm so sorry, I thought...."

"I know, you thought I was Dom." He said in a whisper before I could explain. At this I covered my shame filled head in my hands.

"Oh G.o.d! Why does this keep happening? What is Draven going to say?" I know it was a little tactless but it was all I could think about. I jumped slightly when I felt Vincent's cool skin come into contact with mine, but when his fingers started to pry my hands away, I relaxed when met with his sympathetic face.

"He's not going to find out Keira, I think for everyone's sake this one should be kept between me and you. But I will tell you something...This is the last time I will be coming here to give you messages that Dom should be doing himself!" It was the first sign of disapproval I had seen him direct at his brother before and it shocked me. It was as though he didn't think kindly on him for making me wait like this.

"He's not coming yet is he?" I asked looking down to hide both my disappointment and relief.

"Not yet... no, he sent me here to tell you he had some business to deal with before joining you, only if he knew what you had planned, I think business would most certainly be delayed." He tried to hid a cheeky grin I didn't ever expect to see on Vincent's face. But the wink he followed it up with surprised me more. I laughed and its purpose became clear.

"I had a feeling he would never have knocked." I said more to myself than Vincent.

"And why would you have ever though a man like my brother would have?" He laughed but when he saw my face he could read his sister's name all over my thoughts.

"Ah...Sophia!" He sighed and rolled his eyes.

"It wasn't all her fault, she just suggested that she could get a message to him to knock...you know...so I would know he was coming." I added quietly, which furthermore added to my shame.

"I see."

"You really won't tell him?" I asked hopefully.

"Oh no...trust me, the way Dom's temper is at the moment, it wouldn't be the smartest of things to do." He wasn't laughing anymore and I shuddered at the words Dom and temper in the same sentence.

"Why... is he angry?"

"Yes but trust me," he motioned to my body with his hand and added, "This will help" Which made my cheeks torch the blood beneath my skin. He shifted his weight and was standing again before I had time to blink. He was about to leave but I grabbed his hand to hold him back. He looked down at the small, black satin fingers that had curled around his large palm.

"Thank you Vincent."

"For what, exactly?" His eyes didn't dare look at mine but his voice shook with leaked emotions.

"For being my...my friend," I replied but as soon as the answer reached his ears his skin started to turn icy cold. I dropped my hand from his and tucked it under the covers to warm it back up. He turned from me but before he left, he corrected me.

"I'm much more than that Keira!" And with that bomb sh.e.l.l, he left as quickly as an Angel with wings.

I was left not only utterly embarra.s.sed but also feeling a little guilty and I wasn't sure why? Was it my imagination or did Vincent seem to have a few deeper feelings swimming about in his mind. And even more confusing...were they about me? I shook that idea out of my head quickly and put it all down to some hidden feelings about someone else. Maybe seeing me and Draven so happy together, made those emotions to finding his own happiness all that stronger.

I battled like this for about an hour and by the end didn't come up with any answers to Vincent's strange behaviour around me. In front of Draven he was as he had always been but when we were alone it was definitely different. More intense and I'm not just talking about all the accidents we kept having. Ever since that kiss we shared, I felt like his eyes were following me everywhere. He would notice every move I made and his senses would interpret every detail. If I frowned he would frown, if I smiled he would follow suit. I had put it all down to protecting what his brother loves but what if I was wrong? What if there was more to it?

In the end I must have fallen asleep because when I heard the sound of breathing above me I found myself in the dark. I only had opened my eyes a tiny degree, enough to add a figure to the breathing. I was acting asleep because I didn't know who it was that was stood above me like a statue of Rome. I was lying on my back with one arm above my head and the other resting lightly on my stomach.

I tried to keep my breathing light, like deep slumber would have induced but it was hard giving the position I was in. I wasn't about to make the same mistake a third time and a.s.sume it was Draven that loomed deadly tranquil over me. If it had been Vincent I wanted to pretend I was asleep but if it was Lucius then I knew I was still dreaming. Why were all the men in my life exceptionally tall and well built, why can't we have all the badies like little goblins, b.u.mpy and disgusting and all the goodies tall and handsome...that would be helpful!

I felt my hair move away from my face but there was no hand that governed it. Then the bed covers followed and moved down my body exposing my rose covered corset and matching thong. Then what looked like a black hand rose above me and illuminated my body from the bluish sparks that ignited from under the shadowed skin. It moved over my figure, following every curve without contact. At this I heard a low growl that came from the gut of a supernatural. The covers kept disappearing to the bottom of the bed and soon I could feel the cold edge of the night on the thin material of my stockinged legs. They had stayed in place thanks to the suspender belt that attached on to the lace around my thighs.

The room went silent and I could hear the wild weather blowing nature to within an inch of its life outside. I didn't know what was worse, being out there and letting Mother Nature give me a sound lashing or in here without a clue as to who or what was taking in my sight like sleeping prey.

Then every nerve in my body lit up making me let out a moan in unspeakable pleasure. Fingertips had started to touch my ankle just after the blue light disappeared and then worked their way up with a fine art. It was like this hand was communicating with my blood making it tingle uncontrollably, fusing a connection with my vulnerable body and my even more vulnerable s.e.x. I bit down on my lip to hold in the screams that wanted to erupt. I shifted under the fingers but the lightest touch turned quickly into a secure hold on my inner leg. Whoever it was didn't want to let me go! And deep down I didn't want them to, until Draven's face popped into my head and made my eyes flash open to face my stalker.

It was only when I was faced with the mix of Angelic and Demonic glow of Draven's power that my heart flipped in both realisation and excitement. His eyes looked strained in a control he was trying not to lose and his other hand was balled into a fist by his side. The contrast to the gentle hand he touched me with and the other that was taking his frustration was blatantly obvious.

He was acting slowly, like he was trying hard not to get too carried away too quickly. One thing was clear, tonight was going to give me what I had been craving for but I wasn't going to be in control as I had planned. His tensed muscles told me as much. He was now looking directly into my eyes but he still hadn't spoken. It was like he was drowning in my image before consuming my mind with his commanding voice. Soon he would do to me what he wanted to do and all the while giving me more pleasure than any normal human girl could take, I was sure.

He let his fist uncurl and his other hand left my leg so that he could pull my hands round to the front of me. I couldn't help it ... I spoke first.

"What..." I cleared my croaky whisper before continuing. "What are you doing?" I asked but all I got was, "Ssssh, be silent," with a shaking of his head. Then, with a tight grip on my glove covered wrists and a sharp tug upwards, my body flung towards him like I was the one with powers. I let out a gasp but his lips caught it as my upper body was now securely in his concrete arms. He wrapped them around my waist and his fingers entwined in the tightly, tied cord at the back of my corset that concealed my b.r.e.a.s.t.s from him. I felt them about to pull it free but he stopped himself, all the while devouring me in deep, sensual kisses.

He was trying to taste every inch of me as his mouth moved from mine to my neck and shoulders. He was still holding all my weight and one arm moved further around my back and up my spine to my neck, where his hand supported the top of my backbone as he bent it backwards. He grabbed a handful of my loose hair and pulled it downwards to encourage my movements, all the while never letting it hurt me.

His mouth played at the base of my ear before moving closer down to where my pulse was the fastest. There he didn't even bother to tease me with his teeth. No, he didn't have the will for that, proving as much when he bit down into my flesh making me cry out in a blissful pain that made me succ.u.mb to the pleasure growing in between my thighs. I came with o.r.g.a.s.mic results for the entire time that he remained sucking the essence out of me. I could feel the warmth of my blood seep out of the puncture wounds he had made but the two little streams didn't get far as he licked it back upwards, not wasting a single drop.

I was panting when he had finished tasting my blood and mixing it with his own as I was now very much a part him, with our blood creating a new energy inside his veins. This idea made me smile in the dark, showing off the whites of my teeth, like a beacon to where my thoughts lay. After he noted the bliss in my eyes, he licked my small wounds again and I felt them start to fuse together, the skin replacing the stinging pain with an annoying itch. He touched it lightly with his thumb and after a few circular movements it was all as though it had never happened.

My body was still in its aftermath stages of a huge release but Draven wasn't about to give me any time to recover. He raised me up further and took hold of me from under the legs with one arm and the other held my upper body. He stood up straight and any other man's back would have strained with the awkward weight of carrying a body from leaning down. But Draven made me feel as though I weighed nothing more than a bag of leaves caught up in the wind. He walked towards the gla.s.s doors and I stiffened in his hold.

"Where are you taking me?" I whispered but he didn't answer. It was almost like he was lost in his own world and I just hoped it was one where he didn't forget that I was a very breakable human that would no doubt catch my death if I went out into that stormy night. I gripped on to his suit jacket as he was still wearing what I had seen on him earlier, making me the only different one...that being the near to naked one. This time he didn't need to touch the gla.s.s for it to respond and as it opened, the cold hit me like a tidal wave of ice.

"Draven!" I said in more of an urgent tone. But as soon as he took his first step outside, my mind was more concerned with the rippling vibrations erupting from under his skin. This close up, I could actually see the purple energy flowing through his veins like it had replaced his blood with light. Then I cried out with shock, when I saw two huge dark wings emerge from his back making a ripping sound, like they had cut their way from his flesh.

The wind was fierce and whipped around our bodies like a la.s.so. My hair flew about like an abandoned flag and the rain started to pelt down as a warning to the ever growing storm. I was about to beg him for shelter when I was silenced by a blank wall of feathers. His wings had shot forward creating a storm proof coc.o.o.n around me. He was covered up to the neck with the softest long feathers that any exotic bird would have been jealous of.

I couldn't help but reach out and touch them. I don't know why I was surprised to find them warm through my gloved fingers. I heard him moan a little and I wondered if it was a nice feeling to have them explored by human hands. I soon forgot about the wild night's weather and got lost in my heated little feather bubble. I could feel him taking me somewhere but I didn't dare ask as it was evident that he wasn't in the talking mood. The changes in his movements were the only indication that we were not just walking straight. I felt him climb stairs and jump long distances but all the time he kept me covered and safe.

I could have gone to sleep quite easily but excitement had me buzzing. Where was he taking me and more importantly, what was he going to do with me when we got there? Thankfully my questions didn't plague me for too long as I felt him slow down and when his wings went back I wasn't hit with the wind like I was expecting.

He was walking us into a magnificent oasis of flowers. It was like we had just broken into heaven itself! I looked up at him to see him staring ahead, with serious intent plastered on his face. I followed his eyes and saw a clearing in the middle of the treasures of the natural world. I felt like I was on drugs or at least how they always made out in movies. Flowers moved in a nonexistent wind and the moon that should have been hidden behind stormy black clouds lit up the fantasy. We were outside I was sure but I doubted even Draven was powerful enough to change the weather. There was no rain, no cold bitter chill, there was just calm life that reached up to the heavens above. It was only when I followed the wall of life up that I realised we were in a gla.s.s dome and then it didn't take long before I could hear the rain lashing down against the gla.s.s. I loved that sound. The drops of water too heavy for its creators and leaving the clouds, like escaping souls trying desperately to get to earth.

His footsteps were in rhythm to the sound of the outside world and as it got angrier, he got calmer. I wanted to ask a million questions but my eyes drank in this little hidden world instead of speaking of it. The smell of thousands of flowers all in bloom was intoxicating and I was getting drunk from their sweet perfumes. I wanted the sun to come out, so that I could soak in their dazzling colours but the moon's light had to suffice. The room was huge and only when we got to the centre did I see what was meant for us. The clearing was surrounded by life and covered every inch of the floor by deep, red rose heads that matched my corset. There wasn't one thorn as he laid me down onto the softest bed in existence.

A bed of roses.

"A rose should be plucked among its sisters. It would be an insult against Mother Nature to deny her of your beauty." His deep voice echoed around the dome making it a mighty and unstoppable force. I shied away at his complement but he didn't allow this reaction for long.

"Look at me!" He ordered making my heart flip. I moved my eyes to his dark form and watched in amazement as his suit started to disintegrate. It was disappearing into the air like little particles of dust leaving an overwhelming body above me. I took in every inch of his G.o.d like form, more like an oil painting from the world's greatest artists, who had all joined force to capture the astounding mix of strength and beauty. He was the epitome of perfection.

Once naked, with only his wings behind him casting shadows, he came down to my level. There he studied me in great detail before his urges started to show. His hands gripped the material that concealed me and I kept expecting to hear ripping noises. I was somewhat relieved when I didn't as this was one outfit I wanted to keep safe...or at least in one piece!

"Turn round!" I jumped at the sound of his Demon voice and I couldn't help but slowly obey. As I lowered myself back down on to my stomach I was shocked to see a bright light emerge from Draven's right arm. I looked to my right and saw a large blade of energy grow from his hand. I moved away but his left hand caught me and held me in place.

He leaned down to me ear and whispered, "Trust me Keira, I won't hurt you." This was a little comforting but when I saw the blade coming closer to my back I couldn't help but flinch.

"Hold still and don't move!" Ok, now I was panicking but closed my eyes tight as if that would somehow help. I felt his left hand on my side and the other one with the blade was coming nearer to my skin. Although I couldn't see it, I could feel the heat coming from this part of him. Then I felt my corset loosening at the bottom near the curvature of my behind.

The sound of the cord being cut could be heard over the storm and when I felt the tighter part ping back I knew it was his way of freeing my body. It didn't take long before I could breathe easier and when he had finished, he motioned for me to turn back round to face him. I did so while still holding my corset in place, making his eyebrows rise.

His hands felt the embroidered roses and worked their way down to undo the ribbons that were attached to my thong by hand. I was close to trembling in antic.i.p.ation which was adding to the intensity of all. And he knew it...Big time did he know it! He was getting some weird kick out of making me wait and when I opened my eyes I saw him displaying an evil, dark grin.

"Tell me what you want!"

"You know," I replied in my shy way but this wasn't good enough.

"Speak it!" He demanded louder and I had to close my eyes again, so that I wasn't being controlled by his black gaze of desire.

"I want you...you to...to..."

"To what exactly? Say it, shout it!" He was working himself up until he would soon just take it anyway, so why not give him what he wanted, what we both wanted. I knew what he was doing, he was giving me a shred of control back...waiting until he heard the words, giving him the fire start!

He started to encourage the words as his hands moved to my s.e.x. He then moved round to cup my cheeks behind and when he pulled me up to bring the front of my thong to his face I wanted to shift away in shame.

"Speak the words Keira." He said softly taking a new approach. I tried to move again not wanting to give in just yet but when he started to blow down on me, I felt like I was going to explode if he didn't kiss me down there.

"TAKE ME!" I screamed out and when he had gotten what he wanted, he flashed the whites of his fangs before replying with self confidence oozing from every pore, "As you wish." And then it happened...the first kiss to my most intimate place followed quickly by the greatest o.r.g.a.s.m that I had ever experienced! It felt as though something inside of me had exploded and my reactions weren't controlled by any logical thoughts I possessed. It was wave upon wave of mind blowing bliss and when my voice was dry from screaming I had to move his head away to indicate that I couldn't physically take another second. He released me and came back up to take his prize that he had waited for until I had had my fill.

"Now it's my turn." He whispered in my ear and then with a flashed movement he ripped away my corset and all other material covering my skin. He was like a man obsessed, so much so his hands shook as if by trying to contain the deep energy beneath him, like a caged animal fighting its master to be freed. He covered my body in little bites that didn't pierce the skin but sent shivers down to my toes. His hands pulled me to him like I was never close enough. Then before he could enter me he asked me one last question.

"Do you belong to me?" It came out in a raspy breath and the purple eyes told me that I not dare but speak the truth.

"Yes!" As soon as the Y could be heard I screamed as he thrust himself into me with excessive force. Thanks to the moistness between my legs it slid in but the size, as always, still shocked me and was difficult to take. This was when I went into my own world of a seventh heaven. I thought that I would soon black out as it was sending me into another world. Actually the world I lived in could have been ending...skies falling, oceans flooding the land and earth's core spilling out causing vast destruction and I wouldn't have known anything but the ecstasy he was inflicting!

Every movement he made caused a different pleasure, pain and sensation. He would move me around to his exotic dance and I became fixated on the pumping energy beneath his shadowy skin. His wings shook with the satisfaction he received and they twitched as his momentum built up until his release was near.

I couldn't have counted the amount of o.r.g.a.s.ms he gave me but by the time he was close I was a mere sh.e.l.l. I pushed myself to find my last moments of energy as I wanted his o.r.g.a.s.m to be as powerful as all of mine were. I gripped his neck and pulled my body up into him. I locked my legs around his waist and joined into his rhythm before biting into his neck, and then I added the catalyst.

"I belong to you...Take me now!" His head arched backwards and his lower body forwards for one last thrust. He released inside me and I in turn found my final raptures with the sound of his roar into the night. His fists grabbed handfuls of petals and crushed them into scented pulp. He was still coming and his wings had stretched out behind him, tensing under the strain. I watched from underneath him in a bewildered state. It was the most pleasure I had ever seen him endure.

He collapsed on top of me but still managed to find the strength to hold his weight so as not to crush my smaller frame. He remained quiet, with only the panting beneath his chest. I could feel his heartbeat as though it was my own and for once I was the one to ask.

"Are you alright?" This made him realise that I was staring at him in awe and when he smiled it lit up my face along with his. It was the first time that Draven looked truly shattered after s.e.x. This was surprisingly comforting. Usually it was just me.

His wings shook and ruffled as he stretched one more time before answering me, which reminded me of a bird getting comfortable before settling down for the night.

"Am I alright? Is that what you asked?" He was laughing at my question and I was left utterly confused with his outburst. He rolled over and pulled me on top of him making his wings come forward and wrap around me securely once again. The feathers tickled my naked body and made me let out short little giggles.

"That's adorable," he said and before I could stop, he ruffled his feathers making them tickle me more.

"Oi! Behave!" I threatened but seeing as I was still laughing it didn't sound very convincing. He took my face in his hands and was about to kiss me but stopped before he reached my lips.

"You're incredible... that was....utterly incredible!" He spoke the words proudly before resting his mouth to mine.

After the kiss, he let me roll off him and to his side, where I nestled in my little nook under his arm and on his firm chest. I ran my fingers along the lines of his defined pecks and he let out a satisfied sigh, which blew my wild hair out of my eyes. I found myself smiling as my mind was drifting towards a sleepy state. His arm pulled me close and his head flopped down to rest on mine. It didn't take long before sleep devoured us both in this bed of roses.

It wasn't only the first time that I had slept on a bed of roses but also...

Wrapped in the wings of an Angel.

Chapter 28.

The Self-a.s.sured Surfer Dude.

I couldn't remember the last time I had slept as peacefully as I did that night. I woke with a feeling that a flame had been lit in my soul and the aftermath of last night would burn with me forever. Is that what was meant by the eternal flame? An everlasting love so powerful, so deep, that it became a part of you, like it had in some way altered your DNA.

I felt stronger in an unnatural way and I knew that last night had been different in more ways than one. It was as if the reasons behind Draven's exhaustion after s.e.x was down to him somehow pa.s.sing over to me some of his power because although, when I looked over to him, he was still fast asleep, I on the other hand felt as though I could have climbed a mountain and still have time for a round of footie afterwards! My body tingled and my muscles felt brand new like after a full body ma.s.sage.

The light was what woke me and I was now gazing at what it was reflecting off. Thousands of stunning flowers that made the gla.s.s dome seem like we were in the middle of a rainbow. The roses beneath us hadn't even lost their l.u.s.tre after a night of being not only without water but also slept on. I looked to my left to see Draven peacefully breathing and adding to the beautiful sight, he was also still naked.

The light let in from the gla.s.s walls was making Draven's skin look like liquid gold that blanketed an extensive muscular body. I couldn't help but start to touch his heated skin, starting at the shoulder blade. He was lying on his side, hiding his face from view and his night black hair was chaotically hung around his cheek and neck. Like a night of sweating had made it stick to the lines of his face. My hand crept down further round to his chest and the lightness of his breathing made me wonder if he was in as deeper sleep as I thought. I was soon answered when his hand shot up so fast and grabbed my wrist in less than a heartbeat.

"Ahh" I let out a slight scream of shock and when he heard my voice, he relaxed his grip on my scarred arm and pulled it closer to kiss the white lines that decorated my pale skin. It was now that I realised I was as naked as he was and the light wasn't only making him look like a Mediterranean heartthrob but it was also showing my every imperfection. I wanted to shy away but the feeling of his lips brushing my skin was too hypnotic.

"Are you cold?" The question caught me off guard as I didn't feel cold but considering how he was now running his fingers over little pale b.u.mps that covered my arms, then I guess my skin felt otherwise. He was leaving trails of warmth as his fingertips reached up to my face that he now had cupped in his palm.

"Cause you know, I can think of more than one way to warm up beautiful naked girls that I love." He turned his body round to face me and in one quick movement he had my body disappearing underneath his ma.s.sive frame as he towered above me. He shot me a bad boy grin before going in for the kill. His kisses started soft and gentle, like being covered in b.u.t.terflies but it didn't take long before his Demon side started to devour me in the height of our morning pa.s.sion.

He circled each hand around my wrist and raised them above my head so that he could pin me down.

"Speak to me!" He asked in a raspy voice and I blushed at his request. It was silly the way I still got embarra.s.sed around him even after all the nights we had shared but there was something about the sound of his voice that would always send sparks down my spine, like fireworks being lit by those supernatural hands of his. Finally I gulped down my shame and spoke the words I knew he was waiting for. I raised my lips to his ear and whispered, "Make love to me."

After a few hours of extreme morning exercise we finally made it to his room and on the way back he explained to me what that place had been. Thankfully I might add, I hadn't had to walk back in the nude because knowing my luck I would meet Vincent in the hallways! No he made some of my clothes appear, along with some of his own, so we didn't look too much like Adam and Eve on our way back from a roll in the hay in the Garden of Eden.

He explained how his sister's projects sometimes came in handy when trying to seduce his girlfriends. I had punched him playfully on the arm, making him roar with a deep laughter.

"Don't joke about that!" I reprimanded him but he made it harder when he shot me a s.e.xy sideways glance. We had walked through the numerous corridors hand in hand, as if we had been taking a morning stroll in a local park. He looked happier than he had done last night and I wondered how last night would have really gone if he knew that he wasn't the only man to see me like that. I quickly pushed Vincent from my mind and, on an impulse, I squeezed Draven's hand tighter, making his eyebrows rise. G.o.d he didn't miss a beat!

Back in his room he left to attend to some business while I had some breakfast and then a shower. The shower part I had been reluctant, washing the scent of Draven from my body, but the part where I had been sweating was something I couldn't live with. Maybe I could ask Draven to bottle his scent and make me soap from it.