ROME
Rome dropped Elora onto her bed as softly as he could, cradling her head in one hand as he let her fall back to her pillows. As usual, her room was perfumed with her usual rose essence that messed with his senses. He watched her snuggle into her pillows and pulled the blankets over her.
She was beautiful even in her sleep.
Her face looked soft and almost childlike, free of the worry lines that usually coated her features.
He chuckled remembering how she’d looked dancing earlier with her hair blowing in the wind. She had called him handsome too. He wondered if she’d remember all she’d said in the morning.
“Mmmh.” She groaned rolling over and grabbing his hand.
His heart picked up its pace as he looked down at where their hands touched. Sparks crawled up his hand and set his nerve endings on fire.
He tried to pull out of her grasp but she squeezed his hands.
“Don’t leave.” She sighed, pulling him down into the bed with surprising strength.
He froze as she snuggled deeper into him, placing her nose directly against the sensitive part of his neck, snuggling deeper.
His heart beat even faster when every exhale sent warm air directly against the sensitive spot. Her hands came up to his chest and her thigh folded over his body, placing her thigh against his already engorged member.
She snuggled even deeper as if she was trying to enter his skin, her legs sending delicious friction over his cock.
“Fuck.” He groaned, “Elora you need to stop.”
He gripped her thigh to stop her from moving but the softness of her flesh through the silk was torture.
“Why?” She whispered, nuzzling her nose on his neck, dragging her thigh up his body again, “You smell so good.”
The words sent more heated blood rushing southward. He didn’t like this. Didn’t like it one bit.
The more sensible part of him wanted him to run out of her room and never look back but a large part of him was sorely tempted to give in to his need. He had planned to lay with her just once and put his seed in her.
Her hands crawled up his chest and her lips pressed softly against his neck sending another bolt of lust through him. She fisted his shirt and pressed against him even more.
“This dress is too tight.” She grumbled and sat up, “Help me take it off.”
“Elo…”
Her hands had already undone the stays at the front of her gown before he could process what was going on. She lifted her body as she pulled the heavy dress off of her.
“Aren’t you going to help me?” She asked pouting, “I can’t sleep in this uncomfortable dress.”
His hands moved before he could stop it and helped her pull the dress off, leaving her only in her chemise.
“Come back to bed.” She begged, patting the space beside her.
Rome had known that Elora was drunk but the chatty side of her still surprised him. She was typically less open around him and he couldn’t decide if he liked her like this or silent.
“I have to go.” He said turning away from her.
If he looked at her in this ruffled state again, he wasn’t sure he would be able to control himself.
He had barely taken two steps when her feminine softness pressed against his back. She hadn’t worn a corset so every soft part of her was flush against him, her hands wrapping around his waist.
“Don’t leave me alone please.” She begged, moving in front of him and pressing herself flush against his front, “Come back to bed.”
“Please, Elora.” He begged, “You don’t know what you’re doing. This isn’t what you want.”
“I know what I want, my king.” She whispered looking up at him as her hands undid the ties of her chemise and dropped the garment to the floor, “I want you.”
Rome would have liked to blame it on the alcohol he had indulged in but he knew that even if he hadn’t taken a sip of the liquid, he wouldn’t have been able to resist her any longer, especially not when the glorious sight of a naked Elora stood before him.
He released a growl as he pulled her against himself, stealing her lips in a deep kiss that had her moaning into his mouth.
Fuck! She was perfect.
Her hands dug into his hair and her body melted to his, her lips moving against his to match the thrust of his tongue in her mouth. She tasted like honeyed wine and candied pears, a sweetness that had him losing his sanity as his hands stole downward grabbing fistfuls of her derriere and lifting her to straddle him.
Her gasp of surprise was stolen by his kiss as he pressed her back flat against the wall, one of his hands staying on her derriere to support her, the other trapping her hands above her head.
He began to nibble his way down from her soft jaw, placing small open-mouth kisses on the elegant column of her neck till he reached the spot where her neck met shoulder. He placed a small kiss there and then nibbled gently, his tongue stealing out to cool the sting of his bite.
Her back arched off the wall giving him a full view of her rose-tipped full tits. Damn. The woman was made for sin. Her hands fought to be free of his hold but he didn’t release her. Instead, pushed his hips further against her, aligning the centers of their desires together.
He bit back a growl at the contact. Everything in him wanted him to throw her onto the bed and sink his hardness into her but he wanted to take his time. To make sure that when he finally took her, she would be present enough to never forget it.
“Please, my king.” She begged, “Make love to me.”
Lust hotter than anything he’d felt shot through him so his knees nearly gave out. He looked down to see the pupils of her amber eyes wide with desire and ringed with gold. He was sure his desire mirrored hers as he could feel his beast stir inside him.
He could smell the evidence of her desire even from so far away and he didn’t need to touch her there to know she was wet.
Fuck!
This was getting harder than it was supposed to be. He was supposed to be stronger than this but with her, he found himself feeling like he was just a lad discovering the female flesh.
There was nothing skillful about the way he kissed her then. All he wanted was to ease this painful wave of desire burning through him.
His hips began to grind against her testing at first then he pushed further, bending his knees a little so he’d be aligned with the center of her wetness even better. Their moans filled the air and her sound threatened his sanity as they humped and ground against each other.
His hand stole down to the front of her and slowly came down, then when he felt the sopping entrance of her, the nub of her desire wet. He stroked it gently then squeezed her clot gently, a smirk coating his lips when she screamed. His self-satisfaction didn’t last long when she gripped him through his breeches.
“Your majesty, please. I need you.” She begged, trying to reach for his cock through his pants.
He growled and moved them to the bed, letting his hips bear down on hers as he kissed her, his hands moving down to cup the back of her knee, pulling her leg up.
His mouth left her lips and placed kisses down her neck, moving till he came eye to eye with her beautiful tits. He swiped a tongue out on the right nipple then bit gently on it before covering it whole and taking the entire bud into his mouth. Her back arched off the bed as she moaned, her hands digging into his shoulders.
He moved to the other one, lavishing the same attention on it while his hand squeezed its twin. She moved beneath him, squirming and begging. He smiled against her breasts, kissing even further down her body till he was inched away from her sopping wet cunt.
The scent of her pushed him forward to nuzzle his nose against her. She smelled heavenly and he could only wonder how she’d taste. His tongue swiped at her to find out and he wasn’t disappointed. She tasted sweet, spiking his desire.
Everyone that knew his preference knew he had a sweet tooth which he didn’t hesitate to use now. She had stolen his inhibitions and now she’d bear the full brunt of his desire.
He couldn’t walk away from her now, especially not after tasting how good she felt. He let his hands spread her wetness so his tongue could slide in, working a fast rhythm that had her writhing and fisting his hair.
“Please don’t stop.” She begged as his teeth bit gently on the hard nub of her clit.
I don’t intend to. He would have said if his mouth wasn’t currently devouring her.
Her orgasm didn’t take long. He felt the flood of her desire and lapped up her too-sweet juices, kissing his way up her body as the aftermath wracked her.
She looked beautiful underneath him and when her eyes opened, the ring of gold glowed with an intensity that had his beast pushing forward.
He growled, stealing her lips in a deep kiss as his hands made quick work of his shirt and loosened the ties of his breeches.
His engorged member kissed the cool air for a soft beat before being enveloped by the heat of her. His body ached to be sheathed inside her but he didn’t trust that he would last if he did immediately. Instead, he wet himself on the slick opening of her cunt, thrusting against her hardened clit, rubbing the button. Up, and down. Flipping.
Her hands stole down to his buttocks stealing the breath out of him and he let out a dark chuckle as he positioned himself to enter her.
As he pushed forward, he felt his fangs elongate, his body suddenly uncontrollable as his beast took over. His body felt hot and his muscles bunched as his fangs grazed her neck, trying to sink into her soft flesh. He pushed an inch further, barely inside her, shaking his head to clear the voice of his beast.
What the fuck was going on?
Why was his beast interfering? It couldn’t be… Could it?
This was only supposed to happen if… But that was impossible…
He shook his head and kissed her neck again, sliding out of her. He ran his hands over her body and palmed her, trying to suppress his beast. He let out an involuntary growl and felt his fangs elongate even further.
Rome felt his bones shift and crack and had to pull himself off her as his beast ran wild underneath his skin. A growl of pain escaped him as his spine started to shift and elongate. Not waiting to transform in front of her, he rushed out into her balcony and jumped off dashing into the woods.
What the hell had just happened?
Heat filled his body as his bones shifted and cracked.
“Arrgh!” He groaned, his body becoming more erect.
His fingers extended and cracked, his nails grew, and his whole body stretched and grew larger.
With one final growl, he transformed into his full beast, paws swiping branches from tall trees away from his face as he ran through the forest. He broke into a howl as he sighted the moon, a happy sound as if his beast was celebrating.
He didn’t know how long he howled or how long he ran for but he felt as if for the first time, his beast didn’t go on a rampage to kill or hunt. It almost seemed as if his beast was celebrating with boyish delight.
The burst of energy that had been raging in him subsided and he shifted back into his human form, overwhelmed by how his night had turned out.
He usually had better control of his beast but tonight, he had lost all control.
His beast usually only went mad when it craved a kill and was usually angry which rarely happens but tonight it had been elated.
Why would a beast of blood and death skip happily?