Illegal Fantasies (Anthology ~ Behind Closed Doors) (22 page)

It gave him hope.

“Jacques?” she spoke his name, waiting for him to say anything.

There was that moment of consideration where he wondered if she truly meant what she said. Was Jolie his prize for the night?

Maybe he’d misunderstood.

When she whispered lovingly to him in French, his heart skipped. In that moment, he opted to take
a chance. After all, he had won. Pulling her roughly to the front of him, he invaded her mouth. It didn't take long for her fangs to slide into place.

As they kissed, he refused to release her. In his arms, he
now had access to the one thing he longed for most.

When Jolie began kissing him back, he went from controlled to crazed in very little time. He wanted her in the worst way, and tonight he would have her.

His way.

“Take me, Sir Jacques of Degaul,” she murmured against his plundering mouth.

The words drove him to madness. Releasing her, he stared down at the woman beneath him. From the long silky black hair to the serene eyes, he was lost. “I have no control,” he admitted.

Jolie didn't care. Now, she was being driven by need too. What she wanted was to feel this man worshipping her body. Here was her guardian, and she needed him.

With her claws, she tore through the tunic on his chest. His moan filled the silence of the room, along with the scent of his blood.

It called to her.

“Jolie,” he murmured, as she pulled away the restrictive clothing, only to find his pale flesh, healing from her assault. Immediately, her lips moved to the closing wounds to lap at his delicious flesh.

“
I need you,” he whispered, “like never before.”

Jolie stepped back. “Then have me.”

He moved. It was so fast that Jolie barely registered the motion. Before she knew it, he was tearing through her beautiful gown to get to the prize beneath. When he finally removed the oppressive material, his eyes said it all.

He was crazed.

Scooping her up in his arms, he flung them both onto the bed. Immediately, limbs tangled as they began the age old dance they knew so well. They came together like they had so many hundreds of times before.

Yet, each time was monumental.

Sliding down her body, he devoured all of her. With his tongue, fingers, and lips, he consumed all she had to offer. When Jolie arched into him, he didn't stop. Instead, he stole more.

“Jacques,” she whispered, as he yanked her legs further apart to fit between them. As they rested over his shoulders, he
dined on his prize.

Her body shook.

He consumed more.

She begged for release.

He gave her what she wanted
.

It was a battle between them both as they remained locked in lust and need.

When she came, the reverberations rocked through them both. Still, he didn't relent. He wanted this night to matter for all eternity. Jacques prayed that four hundred years from now, they’d still remember it. If he could just have that reassurance, certainly he could get through the centuries of loneliness.

This would forever
be something of a legend in his heart, and he could only hope in hers too.

Using his
fingers, Jacques began working them into her body, thrusting, exploring, and tormenting Jolie to no end. Her gasps and moans told the tale.

His mistress
was enjoying his attention.

When she shattered again, he wanted to spend the rest of the night doing just this. He loved hearing his name on her lips.

“I want more!” he growled.

She took that as her sign. Pushing him back into the bed, Jolie headed straight for his erection. With her hand, she stroked him.
The second flesh met flesh, his body bowed in complete ecstasy.

Whenever they were together like this, she wanted to offer him so much. Something about this man made her fluttery inside her belly. Yet, she didn't know why.

When she took him in between her glorious lips, he gasped. There was her wicked mouth, hot tongue and the invasion of fangs. One slip, and she’d have a mouthful of blood. God, how he wanted her to drink from him, until he was dry.

Instead, she worked him furiously. His hands went to the back of her head as she practically devoured him whole.

“Jolie!” he shouted, as she dug her nails into his flesh.

Their kind lived for that pain. It blurred the pleasure,
calling to the beast in them.

Suddenly, it was gone. All sensation stopped as she climbed up his body. Now, she was over him
, braced and ready to accept him into her body.

“Now, Jacques?” she asked,
placing her hands on his chest. She could feel his heart pounding under her palm.

“Yes, Mistress! Please use me!”

If that was what he wanted, so be it. She slid him home. Immediately, the ride began, and it was brutal. From this position, she was driving herself down onto him, slamming into that one spot.

“Oh
, Jacques,” she gasped, as he filled her. His hands were on her hips as he pulled her down over and over again.

“More. I want you to take more!” he demanded, watching her breasts bounce above him. What he wouldn’t give to drink from her. What he wanted most was her blood to flood into his mouth as they mated.

Jolie could hear the words in his mind. She was so close to falling again. “I’m going to…” It was too late. Breaking apart, her body fell toward the bed, bringing him along with her until he was on top.

Jacques fought to hold on as her body tried to milk him. If it wasn’t for centuries of practice, he would have exploded. As she writhed beneath him, her breasts heav
ed as she tried to catch her breath.

They were delightful, but
he had only one thing on his mind.

Jacques wanted something so taboo. There was something he’d never dared to try. It involved…

When she opened her eyes, Jolie was curious. “What are you thinking about?” she asked.

He couldn’t speak.

“Jacques?”

“I long to drink from you. I know you’re the mistress and it’s forbidden, but I want to know what you taste like during sex. It’s been centuries since I’ve lapped at your blood. You said tonight I could have anything I desired. This is my one true wish.”

His honesty touched her. Jolie was fortunate to be the primus of their family.
She knew his flavor and had access to his blood often, but he was right. Jacques had only drank from her twice, and it was when he was badly wounded.

If this was his desired prize, so be it.

“I want you to take me, and then drink from me.”

He stared at her, so
desperate with need. What she was offering was a treasure. Never did a guardian get to feed during sex with the primus.

It was unheard of.

“I want us to fall together and feel your fangs buried in my throat.”

He couldn’t think straight.

“Take me, Jacques!” she ordered.

Like any good guardian, he did what she asked. Immediately, he began pummeling her body with his. The long punishing strokes brought them both to the edge.

With her eyes tracking his, she ran her fingers up his arms, to his shoulders, and lastly to his neck. When the time came, she would guide him.

Jacques was never more in love than at that moment. With his large hands, he gently moved
her hair from her throat. As his fingers touched the thudding pulse, he nearly lost it right then.

He was going to finally drink from his mistress.

“I’m close,” she whispered, aroused by what was to come. Tonight, he would taste her while they made love. “Soon, Jacques!”

He couldn’t wait anymore.
“Jolie,” he moaned.

With urgency, she pulled him lower, placing his mouth against the pulse in her neck. With precision,
he slammed into her body with his fangs and erection.

Together, t
hey exploded.

Jolie’s
moan filled the room as her blood flooded his mouth.

Jacques gulped hungrily at the wound. While he wanted to be gentle, he couldn’t. She poured into him as he emptied into her. It was the most perfect moment he’d ever experienced in his life.

“Oh, Jacques,” she whispered, her legs wrapping around his muscular hips. While he drank, she ran her hands up and down his body.

This was perfect.

Reluctantly, he pulled his mouth away from her. Before he could speak, she kissed him.

Jolie could taste herself in his mouth.

Together, they were delicious.

When she did break away, he stayed buried in her. Their eyes met, and finally it was he who spoke
first.

“Thank you for this moment. I will never forget it, Mistress
, for as long as I may live.”

Suddenly, it occurred to her.
Her lover was gone and in his place was the guardian. It bothered her on some level, but Jolie let it go. Rules were rules, and she wasn’t strong enough to buck them and have what she wanted. For now, Jolie would live in the moment.

“I loved it too.”

His heart quivered at that word. He knew what he felt for the woman beneath him, but it didn't matter. Love or not, he couldn’t claim her as his own.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, brushing a stray hair from her cheek.

“You.”

He didn't react. Instead, he slid from her body.

“Are you leaving, Jacques?” she asked, disappointed that he would escape once more.

“Yes, Mistress. I’ll see you
tonigh at dusk.” He gathered his pants, the only clothes left undestroyed.

His heart ached. Jacques wanted to stay in the worst way, but he knew the truth. He was only a lowly guardian.

“One thing,” she called, as his hand paused at the door.

“Yes, Mistress?” he asked, never turning around. If he did, he’d blurt something that could get him sent away
from her. Guardians were to protect and fuck, nothing more.

He repeated it over and over in his mind like a mantra
.

“When you return to your room, I need a favor.”

Still he didn't turn. Jolie, naked on the bed, would be too hard to ignore. “Yes?”

“I want your armor. I plan on keeping it as a memento of today.”

His heart skipped that she would ask for something so trivial when she could have anything in the world. “I don’t understand.”

Her eyes filled with tears as she tried to compose herself. “Because
today shall always reside in my heart.”

“Then
, it is yours, Countess.”

With that, he simply slipped out, leaving her behind. Maybe one day he would get to be with her and own her heart, like she had his. Until then, he had
an obligation to keep her safe.

In his life, duty came first.

Love never had a chance.

Not for a simple killer and his mistress. He may not be wise, but he knew well enough where he stood in life.

Jolie watched him leave as she held in all the emotion. Once the large wooden door closed, the tears finally came. As they streamed down her face, she wept endlessly into her pillow.

Where she should feel happiness, instead a void had taken its place.

This was new to her, and she didn't like it.

As the sun peaked over the horizon, she did the only thing she could. Jolie called for death and allowed it to take her home.

If she remained alive, the pain would eat away at her. For now, she’d escape and regroup another day.

If she was given the chance.

                            *   *   *

Flynn listened to the story. Suddenly, he didn't miss being alive back then. Yes, he would have
enjoyed being her lover for so many years, but the pain was evident in his other mate’s life.

Jacques had suffered so much
, and all in the name of love. If anything, it proved his deep well of strength. Flynn didn't think he could have pulled it off.

“So, that’s the story of
the armor,” Jolie said softly. There was so much emotion in her voice, and like the story, there was pain and a raw feeling of hurt there too.

Jacques remained silent
as they shared the emotion. Seeing that armor every day was bitter sweet. There were days he loathed it, and others where he found it to be the beginning of what they had eventually found.

“I’m sorry,”
Flynn said suddenly. “I almost regret asking to hear about it.”

Jolie could see the emotions there between all three of them, and she was proud of the men she called mates.