The room was unnaturally quiet, save for sporadic crackle or pops of charred wood from the flames of the fire that almost always seemed to burn in my presence.
Absently my mind wandered, sidetracking itself from a rationality that I didn’t want to face. I wondered, if only momentarily if it was my presence alone that had the whole of the Volturi igniting fires all over the castle or was it simply for a sense of normalcy. Perhaps the same reason the Cullens built lavish homes among the breeding mortal populace. I almost laughed at the imagine; the royal house of vampire running the heat in the winter to feel… human. I really am going crazy.
“What of the boy?” Caius snarled from over my head, the vibrations sending a tickling sensation throughout my body, a sensation that had me wanting to run from the room for fear of being further embarrassed by the overly attuned vampiric senses of the room. His delicious sweet breath coolly fanning across my ear and the exposed column of my neck did nothing to hinder the wanton moan that threatened to escape if he were to continue breathing on me like that. The smell of it alone could have me writhing in want under him. In the back of my mind I knew that this was just another of the dozens of predatory endowments these creatures were blessed with at their birth, but a niggling in me told me that most didn’t find his scent quiet so calming as I did, and if the look on Marcus or Aro’s faces were anything to go by, I’d say I was correct.
Marcus, I noticed since Caius’s return had once again become solemn and despondent, which for a moment confused me to know end. Was he not in awe of our connection not five minutes ago? He sighs, feigning boredom as he rose from his detached façade of the chair and leaned into the marble mantle, splaying out his hands in a feeble and dangerous attempt to warm them. “As you might have heard, brother. The Cullen boy,” he sneered. “Has gone to the shape-shifters of the Quileute tribe.”
“Yes,” Caius barked. “I am very well aware.” He growled, his impatience to get on with it showing through the tone of his already gravely voice.
“Well a few hours ago we received word from Alaska,” Marcus growled. “The Denali’s have defected and are now on the move with Edward.”
I gasped as Caius stood, fresh tears springing to my eyes. “Jasper?” I whispered in panic. “Is he…” I couldn’t even finish the thought, to think that someone else had fallen at the hands of that… monster for me was just… I couldn’t think about it. My legs that had already been trembling from Caius’s nearness now quaked with enough intensity to bring me to my knees.
A cool hands take my arms and pull me to a solid chest, stroking my hair as the tears continued to flow. “Doux Bella, he is unharmed.” The tone of his voice soothed me as I allowed myself to believe the words as his marble hands, so tender, continued to lovingly stroke at the tight muscles of my back and shoulders.
“Mr. Whitlock is indeed, fine.” Aro assured me as Caius, rather possessively pulled me back into his lap, never stopping the gentle ministrations of his hands.
“My question would be, why are they running and were to?” Marcus said nonchalant as he inspected the imaginary dirt particles under his nails. “Personally, I don’t understand why he simply wasn’t destroyed.”
I growled, mentally, of course at Marcus’s sudden return to the cold and careless man I had met before but knew better of now. It grated on my already sleep-deprived, grumpy and sexually frustrated nerves. And my earlier thoughts of the crazy human with a torch resurfaced, only now I knew where I’d be putting said torch, straight up Marcus’s cold, clinched ass.
“Well, it’s obviously too late to point fingers or bother with the ‘what-if’s’. So instead of acting like you don’t care what’s going on around here. Why don’t you get off your ass and help figure out what to do now and stop pinning the blame on your brother - who by the way, would have destroyed Edward immediately if it were not for Aro’s fondness of the Cullens!” My chest was heaving when I finished my rant and instead of the immediate fear that I knew should have me pinned where I sat, I reached over Caius’s arm and chucked the closest object with in reach at Marcus’s head. It so happened that the inanimate object I had decided to throw happened to be a antique crystal vase and also one of Sulpicia’s favorites.
I watched in seemingly slow motion as the glass antique flew from my fingers, shattering upon impact that Marcus hadn’t even bothered to dodge as the crystal pieces fell away from his face. He stood there wide eyed and too shocked to move, obviously stunned that the little helpless human would do something so bold.
His eyes narrowed as he shook himself from his stupor and it was only then did the dread, that should have been initial, over what I had just done took hold, arresting me to my seated position in Caius’s arms. Caius through all this had remained strangely quiet and composed as if my little tirade hadn’t effected him at all.
Scared as I was I stood my ground, or rather sat, but I didn’t back down… I wouldn’t back down. Between Emmett’s stealer break in this morning and Marcus’s menopausal mood-swings I had had it with the creatures of the night. I was not some insignificant human blood bank that they could all belittle and make a fuss over.
Pushing himself from the mantle he slowly began his pace forward, his scowl deepening with every step. It was only when a faint growl was heard forming from Marcus’s chest did I hear Caius make any change in his demeanor with a slight hiss. It was only a small warning, that his brother was too close, but it was enough to stop Marcus from advancing any closer. I should have been relived by that fact, but I wasn’t.
“Did you just presume to give me an order, human?” He asked, no sign of his once smiling humility left and I cringed but it was not enough to detour me from my path.
“And if I did?” I shot back, knowing how stupid I was in that moment but not really caring. I didn’t know if it was due to the strong, confident vampire at my back or my own fed up temper that was causing my already mostly non-existent filter to fly the coop but the damage was already done. I had just stood up to the Volturi Kings and there was only one thing that could save me now, that is… if he wanted to.
“Well then!” He said with a snarl that in turn caused Caius to stand and growl, loud enough to shake the panes of glass in the room. “I’d say I’m finally getting to see the Queen that you are.” He told me lowly, a small smile returning to his chalky lips.
I’m sure my face was beyond priceless at that point because even I was not naïve enough to think I didn’t look ridiculous. When the room erupted in laughter, I knew that I was had and that Marcus’s sudden aloofness towards me was nothing more than a test of my spirits.
“Oh, Isabella…” Aro trailed off as he continued to chuckle. “Sulpicia will be in shambles when she realized she missed this. I would never in my wildest dreams believe you to be so…” he paused again this time a devilish smirk crooking on his face… “violent.”
I stared in shock at the two men, who I had previously believed to be monsters, continued to tease me mercilessly for the game the had played at my expense. I could now see how Caius had been so grumpy with them earlier, they acted more like children than I did. Even Caius in all his stoicism let out a soft chuckle which I felt more than heard but that was besides the point.
“Please for give us, Isabella?” Marcus bowed with an incline of his head. “But think of it as initiation and Sulpicia has asked me to implore you to not worry about the vase, she was only upset that she could not be here herself to witness…” he stopped for a moment, his ears twitching and once again I could feel the vibrations of Caius chuckles at my back. “Well…” he continued nervously. “Let’s return to the task at hand.”
I had to wonder if what they all they had all obviously heard was really so bad as to make Marcus squirm. But Marcus was right; Edward was a loose canon and though he was lacking in the common sense department he was still a skilled strategist.
“Do not worry, brother.” Aro told him, his cheery smile in place and he was back to clapping and preening throughout the room. “I have eyes in every corner of the world and Edward will not simply barge into the gate of Volterra armed with the Spaniard and his troupe of tawdry women.”
I snorted in spite of myself but I simply couldn’t take it, no matter how unladylike the sound may have been, hearing Aro call Tanya and her squad of scheming sisters tawdry was just too much to bare.
“Find something amusing do you, Isabella?” Caius purred, catching my earlobe in his sharp fangs as he spoke and I could help but to think that my ears seemed to be a favorite spot of torture for him. As for me well, I melted, as usual into a pile of lust radiating goo as a hand came up to push the tendrils of curls from my shoulder to give him better access to the pulsing vein at my neck.
“Caius…” I hissed, reaching up behind me to indulge my hands in his luscious hair. I could feel the evidence of my arousal starting to puddle and seep down my thighs as my white beast continued to suck and lave at my tender skin with the precision of a master when the thought suddenly occurred to me that I shouldn’t be enjoying this so much with two other men watching. But it was something in the animalistic nature that was Caius that I found so incredibly alluring that I couldn’t force myself to deny him anything. Even if it was insanity, even if it was unethical, if it went against everything I had previously prided myself so much for. If it was Caius’s desire to show his dominance over me… than so be it.
As we made our way through the castles corridors I was never more grateful when Caius again took advantage of the situation and sealed his smooth lips over mine, the speed I knew we were traveling would have undoubtedly made me nauseous if not for his distraction, and what a distraction it was. My entire body caught fire and a loud whimper rang from my throat, needing and begging for more.
~**CD**~
So responsive my little human was, quivering in my arms giving no thought to the bestiality that I had just displayed not a half an hour ago, that or she didn’t care. Such a change from the whorish women I had surrounded myself with in past endeavors; her moans of pure delight were genuine and so arousing.
I found myself losing more and more control around my little Bella, longing to pound her into the wall as we connected in the most intimate of ways.
She mewled my name as my grip on her thigh tightened with my rising desire and I fought with all in me not to simply fuck her against the cool sand stones of Athenodora’s corridor. Her feather light fingers, burning hot to the touch, traced the shell of my pointed ear and I nearly came undone.
I ripped my mouth away with growl, ending the plundering I had been so engrossed in and she whined at the loss. “Be still.” I told her firmly but could not stop the crooked smile from rising. She stilled her hands as she was told and I could not help the crooked smile that rose from my lips at the rejection on her face.
“If you do not stop, I will be force to take you here and now, and I do not wish to have you against a dirty stone wall.” At my explanation she nodded but that look of insecurity never left her doll like face. Little did my little human know of the plans I had in store for her… or exactly what it meant to love a beast like me.
~**CD**~
My heavy lidded eyes widened with statement, he was not playing games. Tempted as I might have been to reach out defiantly to give another playful tug at his ears I had no desire to lose my virginity against a wall and I had no doubts that Caius would do it. Even in the throws of passion that night that felt so long ago, Caius was in control or as in control as he could ever be. But now, he was most assuredly, not. One wrong move and it would be all over and he very well may kill me doing it.
Still, I yearned to have his lips pressed against mine and the remembrance of his fingers at the seem of my folds was enough to moan involuntarily and my nipples to harden under the soft cotton of my dress.
“Beautiful,” I heard his whisper as the burgundy slits of his eyes roamed my body like a starving man and honestly I wanted to slap myself for the unneeded pun at the situation I was currently in. My body zinging at ever touch or whispered promise of release my body grew hotter and the rational part of my mind further from the forefront. No longer taking heed in his warning, I shifted in his arms and stole a kiss. A thundering growl erupted from his chest just as I heard the familiar splintering of wood and my back hit the velvety-smooth duvet of my bed.
“I warned you, little one.” He hissed lowly his hands snaking up my thighs and over my hips as his body slid home against mine. I moaned loud as my hips bucked, thrusting and writhing beneath him, impatiently waiting forward to feeling whole.
“God…” I yelled as his long, icy fingers trailed across a taught nipple making the ache with jealousy just as I heard the rip of tearing fabric and his cold mouth descend.
“That’s it, cry out… let them know that you are mine.” He told me in a gasp as his hips found a sync rhythm with mine and his cold digits twirled at my breasts until I could stand it no more.
“Caius!” I cried, letting go and pulling his mouth to mine by his thick wavy hair.
“Good girl,” he purred, running his hands of my sweat streaked face.
Again I heard the tale-tell signs of tearing fabric and I could not stop the blush at seeing him fully in the nude, but also gasped in shock at what I found. His legs much like his chest and face were littered with angry claw marks, some starting at his calves in short swipes and other in long gashes that ran the length of his legs. One in particular curving up over his hip in an almost artful way.
Forgetting my embarrassment, I slid from the bed and hesitantly made my way towards him, not knowing if I would offend him with my curious touches. I knew what they were now, after all, and these must have been the scars his sister had warned me of during our conversation after he had mysteriously disappeared.
I stopped in front of him my resolve strong as I knelt, trying not to notice the way his manhood stood throbbing and proud before me as I reached out and softly touched the deepest scar over his hip.
A soft, almost kneeing noise escaped him as I ran my finger over the length of it, testing out the cool jagged corners of the unhealed flesh. “I understand now,” I told him softly, my voice no more than a whisper. “Why you hate them so much.”
“What do you know of my travesty?” He asked harshly, almost defensively.
“You’re sister… she thought I should know.” As my hands continued to wander, growing bolder by the second a gentle rumbling began and I knew that even if he was insecure of his scars he appreciated the attention I was giving him.
“Forgive me,” he said suddenly. “But-” his words died on his tongue as my wandering fingers trailed purposefully down the soft strip of snow white hair and down the cool shaft of his throbbing erection.
I didn’t want to hear any apology fall from his lips, I knew full well of his treatment because of those scars and I would not begrudge him to be testy about them.
“Uh-Bella!” He growled, lifting me into his arms and a moment latter my back hit the plush mattress once again. This time no barriers were met and the coolness of his skin made me gasp in want, my blood fired anew and this time I was more than ready for him.
My chest heaved with every ragged breath I took and the thundering of my heart in my pounding against my ribs was almost deafening. Looking into the onyx black eyes of the man above me I could tell he was warring with himself to stay in control. “I will not hurt you.” He whispered, leaning down to pepper my neck and ears with lavish kisses and promises of all the delightful things we would experience together.
A strong stinging sensation starting at the junction of my shoulder had me crying out just has aligned himself at my entrance and took the first heavy stroke. The pulling sensation that followed as he started to pump into me in long languid thrusts was more pleasure than pain and before I knew I was crying out begging for more… faster, harder…
“Caius, please…” I begged.
He released my neck yet again, this time with a gasp as the droplets of my crimson blood dripped from his lips as his dark eyes bore into mine. “What is that you need, my love?” He told me pressing his blood stained lips to mine, chastely and never gaining pace in his torturously slow pumps. “What is it that you need?”
Playing with fire was never a game I was really good at, and I couldn’t have explained to anyone what had come over me all of a sudden, the wanton desire that flowed through me and the carnal desire to drive my vampire mad, to see him lose all reason.
I slowly and deliberately skated my tongue across my lips tasting the copper-saltiness of my blood and closing my eyes as if in rapture before opening them, staring into the eyes of the devil himself and whispered. “Faster.”
He snarled as his hips complied with my request, harder and faster he went until the sounds of shredding cloth and creaking wood was drowned out with the sound of our flesh meeting and the passionate cries of our release.
I did not have the energy, when all was said and done to even open my eyes, but as the blissful euphoric feeling of my release lulled me to sleep I felt something warm covering me as Caius whispered in my ear. “Sleep now, beloved.” he kissed me forehead. “For tomorrow you start your new life…” he kissed my lips. “with me.”
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