“The cleaners have got their work cut out for them.” his voice rumbled above her. She opened her eyes and looked at him to see the smug grin on his face. A laugh of her own broke free.
“They were probably looking for extra work. But I don’t regret one moment of it.” she grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck. What they had done last night, was nothing short of amazing. She could feel his presence in the back of her mind, a comfortable weight, an assurance that he would be there when she needed him and vice-versa.
She leaned upward to nibble his neck, silently asking for a repeat of their activities of the night before when there was a knock on the door. Virgo raised his head and growled in annoyance. Elvira wasn’t feeling too pleased herself to have her time with her mate interrupted either. Their bond was still so new and they needed the constant contact until it settled.
She gave a little moue of disappointment as he disengaged from her, helping her to her feet. He directed her to the bath.
“Use it…clean yourself for me. I will see who it is.”
“Don’t take too long.” she grinned, heading into the bath and closing the door.
There were various bath salts on the edge of the large claw-footed tub and she sniffed each one before deciding on one that reminded her of him. She poured a bit in as the water flowed, filling the tub with bubbles. Once the tub was full, she slipped in with a little sigh of pleasure.
She started to hum a happy little tune as she relaxed back, running her hands over her body to wash away the fluids that covered her. Her hand accidentally brushed his claim mark and her whole body shivered with renewed lust.
“I hope he doesn’t take too long with whomever has disturbed us this morning. They are intruding on our time.” she thought to herself, completely unaware that her thoughts were being broadcast to her mate.
Juliette was trying her best not to lose her patience with Edward. Why was he treating her as if she were some fragile doll. As much as it irritated her, his dominance and protectiveness was very attractive. It wasn’t something she expected to desire in a mate, but yet she found herself wanting to be in the sanctity of her lover’s arms. She was safe with him, and he was her beloved. That was all that mattered. When he scooped her up and carried her up to the door as if it were a wedding threshold, she let out a squeal of delight and clung to him “Edward, honestly!” But to see him like this delighted her to no end. Perhaps there was happiness in store for them. When he set her down and just stared at the door, Juliette then sensed something was wrong. Was he afraid? Juliette went to ask him if he was all right, but he was already kissing her so hungrily. Her eyes closed and an immediate moan was pulled from her lips and into his mouth. Her arms wrapped around his body tightly and she pressed herself as close as she could get to him. This was her man. He was hers and she was his. She wanted to pin him to the wall and have at him there, but then the door was opened. Pulling back from him, her chest was heaving and she panted with a sly smile“After you, my love.”
“Really, cousin, you are already so generous to me. No need to offer me a share of your dessert as well.”
Of course the Count was kidding, for he only let Elvira feed on the man she killed, it was nothing more than that. While he got off on watching her ravenous display, there was no way in hell he was going to share his beauty with another, not even the lusty Esme. His head moved slowly as he followed the movement of Esme into the bathroom and slowly padded after her.
Taking in her antics, the way she practically dribbled her own drool of lust into the waters didn’t impress him. If ever he wanted to smack her across the room for getting to close to his mate, now was the time. Instead, he stood at the foot of the bath, in a commanding way, and reached to touch Elvira’s hair, his member also tapping the back of her head. He was so dominant. Never would he let his woman know that she was not loved, adored and treasured. She should be able to smell the sex that still dripped from him. He released a low grunt as his fingers worked through her hair, teasing while his brooding eyes focused on Esme.
“We have staff to attend to guests, but if this is who I think it is, then….I shall have to greet them.” His fingers graced Elvira’s cheek, the touch to let her know he would be back, and probably to take her again. He found himself intoxicated by her.
“Use your fingers to wash thoroughly…and think of me as you do it.” He insisted, before stepping out of the room, and donning a robe.
He headed down stairs and saw Edward and Juliette. Tying off his robe tie with a hard snap he then boldly exclaimed.
“So…you have come to stake your claim in the den, Pup? And just…WHAT is the Roxburg female doing here?” he asked with a snarl.
Clearly the woman had no sense of boundaries.
Elvira sank further into the tub, doing her best to hide her body beneath the bubbles from Esme’s lustful gaze.
Virgo padded into the room after Esme, standing behind Elvira in a show of male dominance. She felt his fingers in her hair and her eyes closed on a moan of delight. She could feel his hardness pressing against her and she resisted the urge to turn to take him into her mouth. That was for his eyes only, not that she-witch.
When Esme began trailing her hands through Elvira’s bathwater, she snarled and kicked with her foot, splashing water at her. “Back off!”
She felt Virgo’s hand graze her cheek. “We have staff to attend to guests, but if this is who I think it is, then….I shall have to greet them.”
“Must you go?” she asked in a small voice.
“Use your fingers to wash thoroughly…and think of me as you do it.” He insisted, before stepping out of the room.
Elvira nearly choked.
“There is no way in the Nine Levels of Hell I am pleasuring myself in front of her!” she thought to herself as she turned her gaze back to Esme.
Then he looked to Juliette, as the anger seemed to seep from his body, a body that began to change before her, his skin darkening with the growth of hair. When their gaze met, his heart nearly stopped, and he was instantly calmed. The fur fell from his form, his entire form returning to normal, though his eyes held their bright lightning blue glow. He smiled softly, and at the sound of the Count’s voice, his eyes lifted to the robed man who smelled of sex. It made Edward smirk slightly with how strong it was within his nostrils, but he adjusted, and moved on.
“So…you have come to stake your claim in the den, Pup? And just…WHAT is the Roxburg female doing here?”
He didn’t mind the words directed toward him, but it was the way he spoke of Juliette that set him off. Dropping her hand, he bravely, and boldly stepped forward, his eyes full of determination though his inner wolf struggled with the choice to obey his alpha or defend his mate. Edward, not his wolf, decided for it. “Juliette…” Edward exclaimed, pushing the name from his lips with all the strength his stomach could offer, which was a hefty amount. “is here because as my mate, she goes where I go. You’d do well to remember that, Count. You may be my Alpha, my Sire, but I will bring an end to heaven and hell before I fear you, and allow another to speak of Juliette in such a manner.” he needn’t say anything else on the matter, so he didn’t. “I come because I was drawn. I come, because after a week on my own, I realized a need to control the force of rage within me. To control my inner beast.” his body loosened, and he rose his hands. “Yet there is only one who can teach me in all of London, and it is the very man who gave me this….Gift….” His arms fell to his side and he stepped back, returning to Juliette’s side.
Juliette smiled at Edward and tried to remain strong for him. His fear and agitation was so palpable, and she squeezed his hand as though she were trying to push her own strength into him. It wasn’t going to be easy for Edward to have to face the count, but she wanted her lover to know she wasn’t going anywhere. Not ever again. As Edward continued to lead her through the mansion, she could sense his agitation growing. Stepping closer to his body, she looked up at him with a soft whisper “Edward, what is it?” Looking up at him, she could only stare in amazement as hair grew and his eyes glowed. This was getting a little intense…However, the more he looked at her, the more in control he seemed to be, and that was good. Perhaps she could be the one to help alleviate the beast within him. Smiling tenderly at her lover, she reached up to touch his cheek affectionately “Shh…there there, my love. You are going to be just fine. It’s you and me.” However, their intimate moment was soon interrupted.
The count stood before him, and boy, did he look pissed. As he addressed them, he was sure to make it known that Juliette was not welcome in his home. However, she was not going to leave Edward’s side so all she could do was look at the ground in shame. They all had a right to hate her, even Edward. Still, she was going to do all that she could to make things right in the world, and that had to start with her lover. He meant the world to her, and she wasn’t going anywhere. As Edward’s temper rose, she stepped forward to wrap both arms around his waist. It would do no one any good to threaten an alpha, and she was praying that Virgo would not harm her mate.
Esmeralda snickered as Elvira attempted to splash her. Getting up from the tub, she walked around the room leisurely and ignored the count and his mate. She was too busy trying to listen to Edward and Juliette speak. If only everyone knew she was Plague…when the count left the room, Esme turned to blow a kiss to Elvira “Keep it clean, baby.” Spinning around, she rushed after him towards the front hallway. Upon seeing Edward and Juliette, she began to smirk. Juliette was no longer the proud murdering demon Esme knew her to be. Now she was here with her tail between her legs and was clinging to Edward as though he were her life line. Pathetic. As her dark eyes moved to Edward, she began to purr and circle him slowly. The count spoke and was quite agitated, and that only made her smile more. Leaning into Edward’s ear, she purred softly “He can be so grumpy…” Oh yea, this she-wolf was in heat, and her mate was somewhere out there. Juliette growled at Esme but did nothing. She didn’t want to set Edward off, so she had to deal. Esme turned to the count and raised an eyebrow after Edward spoke.
(Had to rush, I have to go unexpectantly)
Becoming a black wolf. Strong and lone.
After traveling the grounds a bit he realized that he would not be molested. He was able to walk unharmed. He smelled a few new scents. One was familiar the woman he tracked from afar was near though he couldnt seem to know where. He also felt a strong presence. Looking about he saw a man watching, He boldly walked forward towards him, August unsure what to do quickly shifted back into human form. Naked and fairly sure he was in trouble he announced that he was summoned by Count Marulo.
” I was told to come here sire ” he said quickly, bowing as he did.
Sinking lower into the tub, she began to wash her body once more, accidentally brushing her hand across her feminine folds. She moaned softly, eyes closing at the pleasure that moved through her body. She was still swollen and tender from Virgo’s…vigorous…activities. Thinking of all they did then, set her blood on fire.
“Use your fingers to wash thoroughly…and think of me as you do it.”
His words flashed into her head and she tossed her head back with another moan, reaching up with one hand to tease and pinch her nipples.
“Yes!” she groaned, sliding her fingers into her body and massaging hard. Her head tossed back and forth as the pleasure became nearly unbearable. She thought back to the way his hardness filled her completely, feeling an answering throb between her legs as she pushed herself further. She could feel herself getting close and her fingers went faster, pressing deeper.
She peaked, crying out her mate’s name, not caring who heard her pleasuring herself.
It took her a few moments to come down from her self-induced high, after which she finished her bath and stepped out. A servant was there to help her dry off before she took up the robe left for her and slipped it on. It was floor-length, see-through and it cut right up to her belly. She grinned.
Main Foyer Staircase
Elvira leaned against the railing looking down on the small party below. Her gaze narrowed when she saw her standing there with her little boy-toy. She didn’t know who the kneeling, naked man was, but he was showing respect to Virgo and that raised her respect of him in her eyes. Virgo was a man who deserved the respect and prestige of his title.
“Sniveling little beast.” she snorted as she listened to Edward wax poetic about controlling his inner wolf. Watched the way she plastered herself to his side like glue. With a devious glint in her eye, she began to descend the staircase, trailing her fingers along the railing in a sensuous gesture.
“Good morning, everyone.” she announced her presence to all, looking as if she were floating down the stairs. The robe left little to the imagination and she could almost taste Virgo’s arousal. She smirked as she stepped off the last step, moving to Virgo’s side without hesitation.
“And good morning to you, my love.” she smiled with true honesty as she stared into his eyes. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled his head towards hers in order to give him a kiss of such passion, it would make his toes curl.
Once she pulled away, heart pounding fiercely in her chest (for she was just as affected by the kiss as he was), she turned her head to look at Juliette and Edward over her shoulder. “Hmm. Didn’t realize we had company.” she stated in a bored tone.
“And what a gift it is.” The Count said proudly, sticking out his chest as he was the Alpha male and asserting himself. Hell, if he was anymore beast like he would have cocked his leg and marked his territory right there, right then. He had listened to the ‘pup’ speak with such bravado and confidence about how we would bring down heaven and earth if anything were to harm his beloved Juliette. The Count raised a well shaped brow, and then wondered about the mate part.
“You’re going to turn her into one of us?” The Count wondered, eyeing Juliette as though she was a slab of meat hanging on a butcher’s hook. Esme took the time to come down, thankfully leaving Elvira to do what was commanded. Her timing couldn’t have been any better, as she seemed taken with Edward, practically latching on and calling the Count grumpy.
“Really Esme, your taste for flesh is insatiable.” At this August arrived, and in style. Naked to the eye, and on his knees. This was just getting better and better. “Ah yes…I did summon you. Have you met my cousin Esme. The pack slut.” he said with a crude grin. That was a low blow for the little “grumpy” quip earlier. Looking at Esme he then cocked his head towards August. “Handsome devil, isn’t he? Got it where it counts. Perhaps you should entertain my dear friend.” he said with a wink, before turning back on Edward and Juliette.
“This house is my domain, my den…and my pack. I won’t have upsets in this manor, the punishment is death. Do I make myself clear…daughter of Amos?” The Count asked firmly. He was standing right before her, the scent of Elvira’s sex all over him.
But then, the delight of his life appeared on the stairs, and he took a step back, looking up and smiling evilly at what she was wearing. He had to hold himself back from not launching at her and taking her on the stairs, ripping the sheer robe to ribbons with his claws and teeth.
“Good Morning everyone.” She gushed, and swanned down as the Count faced her, sweeping her up in his arms as she placed her arms around his neck. The kiss they shared was enough to melt the very paint on the walls. He audibly grunted into her mouth, and unashamedly tried to dry hump her in front of their guests. Letting go, he licked his lips, tasting her rich saliva, as she went to state she didn’t know they had company. The Count was too busy sniffing her neck, and he could tell that she had bathed as instructed. “Good girl.” he uttered before nuzzling her hair.
Esme turned to see the naked man and her eyebrow raised. That was a bit bold, eh? Crossing her arms, she looked him up and down and kept the urge to turn around and swipe Virgo’s face off hidden. It was indeed a low blow as she knew he was aware of what happened the last time a man dared to touch her. Biting her tongue, she closed her eyes and counted to one hundred quickly in her mind. They had no idea who she was, and now as not the time to reveal herself. Opening them slowly, she turned to give the count a cold smile before her eyes fell on August again. Stepping towards him, she purred quietly“Come, we must leave the alpha to his bitch and his guests.” The word was a double entendre, as Elvira was the alpha’s mate and could be seen as a female wolf…and yet, Esmeralda’s temper was flaring.
As she turned from the naked wolf, she called softly in Romanian for her two ‘pets’ to come join her. Two well-endowed and completely subservient pack members came creeping from the shadows to stand in front of their mistress. Esme only looked at them coldly as she thought of the horrific things she would do to them before she got her pleasure. The two men were masochists and wanted nothing more than to be punished by the hybrid wolf woman. As thought they couldn’t keep their hands off of her if they tried, they began to grope and nuzzle her, their lips trying to cover every inch of her as they could. Esme ignored everyone else’s presence and reached up to caress their hair. “Mmh…yes my darlings, we shall go play.” Opening her eyes, she spoke sharply to August. “Come.” With that, she placed her arms on her pets’ shoulders and they began to carry her towards her chambers. Thane would have to wait.
Juliette was quite glad when Esme decided to leave, though her eyes remained fixed upon Virgo. She dared not look at Elvira for fear of snapping. Her sister looked so smug and absolutely slutty as usual as she made her presence known, but Juliette was controlling herself. She would not resume their petty arguing as they once had in their old home. Edward needed help and Juliette wanted to see to it that she turned a new leaf. She had to behave and take what was given to her. Bowing her head, she only nodded at Virgo’s command. There was nothing else she could do.
But as Esme walked down the hall, she muttered a Romanian incantation that sent Juliette collapsing to the floor. The witch she-wolf began to cackle as she was carried into her room, and the door slammed loud enough to shake the whole manor’s floor. Juliette now lay in a crumpled heap at Edward’s feet, her necklace glowing a bright red as her demon fought to take complete control. What had Esmeralda done?