Chapter 31
CHAPTER
THIRTY-ONE
Violet
“ W hose place is this?” I look around. It’s a stupid question. It smells of oak.
But I’m nervous.
I eye the suitcase sitting there, handle up, ready to be rolled. It’s mine. I recognize it, and the thought of someone going through my stuff and packing is…
Intrusive.
I’m not sure why. My sisters and I pack for each other all the time. When we’re going to spend long periods in the country estate, or back to the townhouse. The odd occasion we head over to the other side of Sabine, past the countryside, for the beach, where it’s mostly large vacation homes.
Maybe it’s because I’m feeling suddenly adrift, not belonging to the family anymore. At least not like I was.
I’m mated. Owned. His.
“Mine. I live on the top two floors when I’m in town, which usually isn’t often, but…I own the whole beach house. Your brother helped me set it up properly. Not all the rooms, but some. He and I also spent some time in the country, just us, hanging out. But this was a project I wanted to do.”
“You don’t have to explain where you were.” And I know Heath wouldn’t let him do anything out of line. But I keep that to myself.
“I’m not. I figured…” He shrugs as he smiles. “This would be ours. Yours and mine.”
A large empty house made for a family. But I put on a bright smile. “I’d love a tour.”
“How about I show you the basics? A lot of the second floor is untouched, and the bottom floor we did up so you—so we could welcome guests. You have free rein to do whatever you want with the rest of it.”
For some reason his words hit me wrong.
I get to do whatever I want? Where will he be?
But he’s a movie star. With a career. He’s not giving it up and…
And he hasn’t asked me to come with him.
I could, I guess, do everything to please him, go with the flow, be the good girl, the right girl, the easy to deal with girl. And I am. God, he must think I’m boring. “I think I’m a little overwhelmed.”
I want to go home. I want?—
“Hey.” Stephan pulls me to him and kisses me. “This is new for me, too. Right now, I’d really just love to strip you naked. ”
My eyes widen. He’s so forthright with his sexy talk. Like at the mating ceremony while we danced.
“I thought about taking you to some exotic destination, but I figured you’d like this better. Something more low key, private, and away from everyone else.”
“Like a love nest?”
“Don’t say nest, but…” He takes my hand and leads me upstairs, to where the bedrooms are. He pushes open another door and leads me up more stairs.
It’s the attic, but where a servant room was once upon a time is now a nesting room. Painted in cool, comforting greens and rich golds and browns. There are fairy lights and candles ready to go. And I can smell him in the air, or more specifically, our mingled scents from the blankets.
“I told you how you reminded me of a secret place in the forest, or something similar, and…” I turn, vision blurring. “Stephan, you did this? For me?”
“You need it. You can spend time here, rearrange it, do whatever you like to make it yours. I just wanted this here now, so you’d know.”
A small sob of a laugh escapes me. “It’s…everything.”
He pulls me to him, his mouth trailing over mine like he’s savoring me. They’re slow, nibbling kisses, as if he’s got all the time in the world, and they’re so soft my eyes flutter shut and I float on the heat he sends rolling through me. It’s a heat that doesn’t burn. It just sets off sparks of delight that whisper inside.
Exploratory kisses, meandering, and I’m lost in them, sinking but not drowning. I sigh, and he laughs against my lips.
“I could do this forever. Your mouth is so fucking soft, so sweet, and then when you let me in…” He kisses a trail up to my ear. “It’s like tasting heaven.”
He kisses me deep, and my head spins, and that heat between my thighs flares. I’m wet. I want him to put his mouth there again. I want his fingers. I want to fly in his touch. And most of all, I want to experience sex. All of it. Rutting, knotting, every single thing I know he can give me.
Stephan lifts his head and trails fingers over the neckline of my dress, and then down over my breasts, circling where my nipples push against the thick satin. “God, Princess, I can’t wait to see you naked. You’re already a work of art, but I want it all.”
He sighs.
“But?” I ask.
“But I should take it slow for your first time, make it special.” He gives me a dark, smoky look, and in the light in my nest, his hair is deep burnished gold, the dark part of the blond turned into something holy.
“Oh.”
“There’s time for down and dirty, Princess. The first time I get your body is going to be where I teach you, where we learn together, explore. And…Violet?”
“Yes?”
“I saw your face earlier when I mentioned you can do what you want with this place. I said that because while I’m not giving up my career, I’ll be taking you with me only when and if you want to go. But this should be your domain. I want you to explore your tastes. Have something of your own. With me.”
I take off my veil and look around, then lay it over a fat sofa in the room for, I guess, when I start going into heat or coming out of it. And when I am, now he doesn’t need to be kept away. It’s going to be months away, the next one, and I’m both glad and regretful at having my first one before we mate.
I don’t think I want our first time to be while I’m out of my mind in heat, but I would have liked to be crazed and attacking him. Next time.
“I think I’d like this in here,” I say, running a hand over the veil. “Iris made it for me, but it’s from our mating ceremony.”
He nods then undoes his bowtie and pulls it off. He tosses it. “You can have that, too. Anything. Now come on, I have drinks and some snacks for us, and we can have them in the bedroom. You can model the lingerie I got you…”
My pulse won’t stop jumping, and my hand shakes as he hands me a drink. It’s that strong, sweet alcohol smell of the drink he likes. Bourbon. I don’t mind it, but I’m not really used to booze, and softer drinks might be more my style.
Yet this feels…right.
A grownup drink on a very grownup night. He kisses me, the taste of the bourbon on his lips enhancing the rich, dark tone of him, and my stomach flutters with winged thrills.
The bedroom is masculine. Both light and dark wood, and a four-poster bed that I’d love to hang gauzy material from. Earthy tones to go with the room. But romantic for me.
No, for us .
The bed is huge, and I gulp and turn, taking in all the space. There’s even a sofa, an armchair, and a coffee table in here. I almost giggle. The master bedroom with the master himself.
But it’s not funny. I’m just drenched in nerves and?—
Stephan runs his knuckles down my back. “I think you need to take this dress off. You’re getting all damp.”
I quiver, and try and reach for the zipper, but he kisses my shoulder now, and the zip hisses as he undoes it. Then he steps back, taking my drink as the dress falls.
Exposed. This is the most of me a man’s ever seen. The lace balconette bra covers barely anything, and his gaze drops like lightning to my nipples that pucker and ache as they push at the lace, starting to peek over the top.
Then his gaze shifts down to the cream lace covering my pussy, and he lingers, making me throb within.
I can feel myself getting wet, and I’m sure he can see it. From his smile that slowly blooms, I’m positive.
“Here.” He hands me back my drink, pulls out his phone, and presses a button. Slow, seductive music plays. Then he throws off his coat, kicks off his shoes, and unbuttons his shirt, flashing me an expanse of that golden, famous flesh.
There’s a bowl of berries, all kinds, on the coffee table, and the bottle of bourbon picking up a deep amber glow from the warm light of the room.
“That class you went to when I first saw you run across traffic, can you show me what you learned?”
I freeze. “Is… Is this what we do?”
“We’re mated. We can do anything, and as I told you, I’m taking my time, but…” He puts his hand on his pants, an d runs his fingers along his covered dick, showing me how big, stiff, and thick it is.
My mouth waters and my throat closes, all at the same time. This is a lot, too much. And I step closer, fascinated above all else.
“Are you hard?”
“Like you can’t even imagine.”
“Did I do that?”
“Oh, Princess, you’ve been doing that to me since early on. Most of the time I try to control it, but now?” His brown eyes lock on mine. “Now I don’t have to. I’m fucking aching, but I want to see you dance.”
Putting down my drink, I take off my shoes and close my eyes. I turn my back and move awkwardly to the music and slowly start the dance Mikel Petrov taught.
As a teacher he was all about certain movements and then taking those as the basis to create a dance that would never be the same twice, but could be something I could make recognizably mine. I lock onto that in my mind.
On an idea of a man I want to impress, seduce. He’s just an idea, a way in, but somewhere the self-consciousness vanishes. The idea solidifies.
The imaginary man shifts and morphs into Stephan, and then I let the music in, let it take over, and start to really dance.
It’s a wild sensual beat in me that this dance takes me on, and I’m lost in it, bending, twisting, moving to the music, the steps flowing from me, and I’m free.
I lose myself in it, so deep that I’m part of Stephan and apart. I’m the dream, the fantasy I can never be in real life, but the freedom has wings and?—
“Come here, Princess.”
The soft purring growl is an Alpha’s command.
I stop, and as heat streaks through me, the brush of humiliation, I do as he demands.
It’s not until I look up that I almost stumble.
He’s got his cock in his hand—it’s huge, with a long, veined shaft and pink head—and he’s slowly, lazily pulling it.
“Stephan…”
“Kiss me, Princess.”
Not his Alpha voice, but it’s such a command I can’t help but fold down into it. To give him what he wants.
I get down on my knees and go to kiss his cock, but he stops me. “I meant?—”
But I want to. It’s an overwhelming urge to see what it’s all about to touch, lick, and taste a man, and I put my hands on his thighs and take him into my mouth. He shudders.
He’s salty, slightly sweet, and totally him , a rich taste I can’t get enough of. The scent of him is everywhere, invading me. And when I swirl my tongue around the tip, he winds his hand in my hair and thrusts up, his cock hitting my lips.
“Up. Be a good, sweet girl, Princess.”
“But—”
“You’re such a pleaser, Violet, so please me by doing what I say.”
His words are a lightning bolt through me. “I thought?—”
“Later,” he says, tightening his hand in my hair, a pleasing pull against my scalp as he urges me up. “I can wait for that. Up here. On my lap.”
He guides me so my legs are on either side of him, and he loosens his hold a little on my hair as he rubs his cock against my pussy.
When he brings me in for a deep, hot kiss, I can’t think. I don’t want to think. Not when feeling is so good. Every single part of me is alive.
Stephan kisses a trail to my ear. “You dance like a fucking dream. An erotic dream elevated by your pristine, princess-like aura.”
Then he takes my mouth again and picks me up, carrying me to the bed. He lays me down and slowly pulls off the balconette bra and my panties until I’m naked before him.
“So fucking stunning.”
With his fingers and mouth, he starts to explore me, and even though I want to watch him, drink him in, I’m so overwhelmed my eyes flutter shut. I float on a sea of sensations he releases in waves.
His touch is pure delicate fire. Everywhere his mouth and tongue touch me it flares, from my throat, over the bite mark that he sucks on, then down.
Down. From nipple to nipple, he spends time sucking, nibbling, devouring until I’m writhing.
Then down over my stomach, down along my pubic bone. He reaches the top of my pubis, and parts my thighs, his mouth avoiding my clit and pussy, his fingers too. Even though that’s where I want him, need him.
Instead, he starts to kiss and nip my inner thighs, tiny pinpricks of pleasure, and I’m so lost, so needing, that I don’t know what to do but clutch at him.
He licks up the slick that’s making me so wet, along with my juices, then his fingers touch my pussy, and I nearly leap off the bed, everything jumping.
But Stephan goes with it, pushing his fingers into me. Then his thumb pushes into my ass, making me cry out, unsure how to feel. Weird, good. I don’t know. All I know is that thumb makes everything else feel like it veered up a thousand levels of awareness and pleasure.
I want to speak, but I can’t find the words as his tongue makes short work of my clit, like he has a mission. With his fingers and his mouth, working a rhythm, the pressure builds and explodes in me in fast order, and I shudder and shake, the roll of the orgasm rocketing through me.
Stephan pulls out and then he’s back. The whack of material hitting the floor registers and then is obliterated as he comes up over me.
“This might hurt at first…”
I nod, drawing in a deep breath and bracing myself.
He thrusts in.
Deep.
My eyes fly open as the invasion of him in me is complete. My pussy throbs hard around his shaft and grips him. “Stephan…”
“You’re so fucking tight, so good, oh, god…”
He begins to thrust into me, slow deep thrusts, and I’m swept along. He’s hitting that spot inside that makes me tighten, tingle, and this time when I shatter, it’s like the whole world comes with me, breaking into tiny glittering pieces.
Is he going to knot?
But he pulls out and says, “I’m not done. Turn over.”