1865

She stared at the ceiling as she woke. She was too weak to move immediately. She thought about Ashton, and them, she knew it wasn’t always like this between them. It was 1865, they met by chance encounter once again. She sat quietly by the pond reading, it was just light enough but getting dark enough for her to enjoy the last few moments of Sunlight. She stopped a moment and looked across the water; it rippled slightly with the light breeze. She felt her hair brush lightly against her face. Her attention caught now by movement behind her.
“Madame, oh Madame” a young women ran to her she stood carefully so not to wrinkle her dress
“Oui?” she said smiling, the girl looked at her puzzled “Yes?”
“The guests, they are arriving” she was out of breath from running
“Thank you, I’ll only be a minute more” she smoothed her skirts and straighten the top of her dress. Pulling the sleeves back down around her arms, the cool air kissed her shoulders. The dress, a deep plum color looked good against her skin, although she thought it made her look more pale than she was, it still looked wonderful. Her hair was loose and hung to her lower back. Her jewelry was understated to her wealth; she only wore a bracelet and earnings of amethyst. She held the book to her chest as she watched the sun settle into bed for the night. She sighed, she missed that. She plastered the smile on her face. Walking into the hall, his scent had hit her she looked for him, but was unable to see him. She smiled as she greeted her guests.
“Valeera, as always a wonderful party”
“Well thank you Senator, I do the best I can”
“Tell me where is that wonderful friend of yours” he asked kissing her hand, she giggled slightly, the senator was quit taken with Chelle
“I believe she is in the study Senator” She walked away casually aware of his eyes on her. She smelled him again, this time on a breeze; she looked outside and saw no one. Walking quickly she was grabbed by hand after hand wanting to speak with her. She said hello and politely excused herself each time. Walking onto the terrace, she could feel him she shivered a bit; standing at the edge of the terrace she looked out into the dark night. He walked up quietly, the cigarette he smoked assault her nose. She held her head high and did not turn
“Hello ashton” She said quietly
“Valeera” His voice was gruff and soothing at the same time
“I don’t believe I saw your name on the guest list” she shook her fan loose now, slowly moving it across her face
“I’m here with a friend” he took a drag from his cigarette and released it, taking in the wonderful numbness it gave his tongue
“And who might that be?” She asked casually, she did not care and she wanted him to know it
“Countess ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬_________" he smiled now, taking another drag he threw it and looked at her. She turned slowly, she studied him, he looked wonderful in a black tuxedo that hugged him nicely, and she felt the fresh blood she had enjoyed earlier rush to her cheeks, clearing her throat
“The countess? My my how we have climbed Mr. Carrington” she looked at him and held out her hand, he gave her the cigarette she requested
“If anyone sees you, you didn’t get this from me” he told her as he lit the cigarette, her hand politely touched his, he was shocked at the warmth of it “You have fed this evening” he said taking a drag from his cigarette now
She turned now again facing the water. He brushed her hair off her shoulder, the sensation caused her to shiver “I will ask you to keep you hands to yourself sir” he released his hand slowly letting her hair fall
“Ashton?” the voice was shrill and young. Valeera turned and human. She looked at the countess and then to Ashton a look of panic in her eyes, Ashton caught the look
“I’ll be there in a moment my love, I am just thanking our hostess” he blew her a kiss, if Valeera could have thrown up, she would have.
Ashton looked at her
“Are you mad?” She asked
“I know what I am doing Veleera”
“Do you?”
He walked up to her and kissed her lightly, his lips covering hers fully, his hands found her bare arms, for a moment she relished in the feeling
“Aye” he breathed at her and walked away
“you kill us all if you are wrong” she called out to him, loud enough for only him to hear he looked at her, and smiled again. The party ended for the evening, most people were still more concerned with the cival war than big parties, although there was rumour it would be over soon. She said good night to her lasts guests and thanked the staff, heading to her room, his scent assaulted her again.
Smiling
“Won’t the countess be waiting for you Mr. Carrington?” she pulled her gloves off and laid them on her dresser.
“She’s tucked snuggly away”
“I see” she turned to face him he had made himself comfortable in her favaorite chair “This is a bit informal woulnd’t you say Mr Carrington?” she asked. He got up and smiled as he shut the heavy door
“I think we are past the formalities at this point” he took another drag of his cigerette walking up behind her he whisperd “don’t you?” some of the smoke engulfed her nose, she missed the feeling nicotine gave you, she scowled at the memory. Turning she looked him in the eyes. They trapped her, they always had. She shook her head focusing. Walking away from him she shook her hair loose letting it fall in waves past her back. As she shook her hair the scent of lavender surrounded him. He closed his eyes and took it in. He unwantingly growled a little. She walked back to him and whisperd to him
“Calm down wolf, after all, if i can do that with the just a shake of my hair, what will happen when you consumate your wedding night” she smiled and shook her head at him “you are mad you know that? A human women, how are you going to keep what you are from her?” it was a question she knew he could not answer, because he did not know himself.
“why are you so concernd about that Valeera?” he snarled at her, moving closer to her now, she backed up “what does it matter? If she ever finds out, i am sure she will have me killed, and that wll be it. How does that affect you?” he moved with her as she backed up. Against the dresser now she looked at his face. Moving slowly he kissed her hard, his mouth crushed on hers. She pushed him away hard, he stumbled. Putting his hands up so she could see them he stood in front of her. He licked his lips and smiled at her. She was angry at him.
“Why? Why do you do that to me? Do you like how miserable it makes me? That i can not obtain pleasure from a simple kiss?” she wipped her mouth on the sleeve of her dress.
He smirked again
“so it is pleasure you want from me Aye?”
“No Ashton” she already knew what he was going to suggest
“Valeera” he said walking back to her slowly, he lowerd his hands, reaching her he wrapped his hands around her waist “i want you to” She looked into his eyes, reading his thoughts, he begged.
“I.....I don’t know if i’ll be able to stop” she told him
“I trust you” He entangled his hands into her hair and pulled her to his mouth. The wolf inside him growled, low at first deep in his throat. She pushed her body into his. Biting his tounge slighlty she tasted the blood as it flowed from the wound. She sucked now, taking in all she could, she felt his power as it flowed into her body. He growled now as a defense pulling away from her he touched his tounge, his fingure came back red. “Good?” he asked, stammering back a bit, he was a little weaker now, the processes was always hard on him
Her cheeks flushed red, and for a moment she closed her eyes and let his power flow into her veins. She looked at him, her eyes a deep honey brown, having changed from the blue they were.
“I am” she walked to him, he leaned and kissed her lightly, walking with her to the bed, his mouth never leaving hers. Laying her down he looked into her eyes, seeing the human she once was, and the love for him she once had. He ran his hand over her face lightly touching her skin, she was warm now, having fed a little, her skin was the peachy color of a women, not the white of the creature she was. He trailed his finger against her lips, smiling she kissed the tips as each passed. He closed the curtains on the bed and laid beside her. She smiled as he lightly kissed her chest, his lips were light and gentle. His hand traveled up un-tieing the corset on the front of her dress, kissing him lightly, her hands found he had braided his hair for the party, shaking the band he wore loose, she buried her hands into the strands of red. Pulling her to him, he lifted her with ease and stood with her. He kissed her again harder this time. Leaving her mouth his mouth found her shoulder, kissing around to her back, unlacing her dress, his breath hot on her neck as he concentrated, she leaned into him his hands delicate, being careful. She knew he could just have eailsy ripped the dress off, she smiled at that thought. She moved her hair aside for him so it was a little easier.
“Sir, i assure you, i will not be gentle with you” she turned now to face him grabbing his coat and shirts, ripping them in two, smiling she kissed his chest lightly looking back at him she shrugged. He smiled grabbing her dress, he pulled it away from her body, she jerked slightly but did lose footing. He stepped back and marveled at her body, she was in nothing but white heels now. He smirked as he admired and she pounced as he let his blood fuel her body. She slammed into him hard, almost crushing him against the wall opposite of them. Air escaped his lungs quickly and his muscles tightened. She wrapped her hand around his member and began a fierce rhythm as her other hand held his wrists together. Slowly she wrapped her legs around his, entwining control over them. Her hand came away from his member and wrapped around his neck. She cut off no air flow, but held fast and strong enough so he couldn’t move his head. She slammed him into her with force and glee. She enjoyed the pain and pleasure at the same time as he groaned in a bit of pain. She slammed into him again and again with such force her eyes began to go oil black once again. His blood fueled her as she kept control over him. She could feel his body and his will beginning to rebel. “Yes, YES! Let him out Ashton.” She felt him balk and she slammed hard against him grinding as she did so. The pleasure was proving to much as she ground against him with a rhythm that played on all his nerve endings. She threw her head back as she heard the growl in his throat, and she tightened her grips. She could feel his legs tense but she fueled more power to her body holding him steadfast as she grinded against him with more ferocity of pleasure. She kept up the rhythm until she could feel his muscles tense to the point of threatening change. Then she slammed into him again, letting go of her control. He was quick to respond as he grabbed her waist and slammed into her. Quickly he kept his thrusts going, deep and hard and she groaned. She felt the heat below and her body was threatening to orgasm. She tried to hold it back as it would take more blood than she wanted to let go at this time but she could hold it no longer as he thrust into her as deep as he could. Her legs flexed out and she threw her head back letting out a scream. Then her head found his arm as he continued once again, a howl eminating from his vocal chords. She drank liberally from him as his rhythm increased. She could feel the muscles on him bulge as the fur began to take over his smooth skin. She relished the feeling as he delved into her deeper and deeper. She threw her head back on more time, blood splattering against the wall and screamed as he howled in mutual orgasm.