Chapter 15

Ian stopped Elspeth at the door. Without saying anything he picked her up, and she squealed. He pushed the door open with his foot and carried her into their magnificent opulent room. He put her down and they both looked around. Huge tapestries covered a row of large windows overlooking the ocean. Knights on horses with mountains and forests covered the tapestries.

Gold gilding molded over carved cornices surrounded the high ceilings, framing it in. A marble fireplace held a crackling fire making the huge room cozy. Gold statues adorned corners. On each side of the fireplace were two full length set of armors complete from helm down to sabatons. It was so complete and complex you could almost see the fingers in the gauntlets. Complete with plate metal and scale for around the neck.

Exotic wood wardrobes, larger than Ian had ever seen, butt up against two sections of one wall. A long finely carved cabinet of the same wood, low and long, in between. A small square marble tub in the middle with the steaming aqua water flowing in from two small holes. Neatly folded linens sat next to it, and on the other side, a large oval looking glass on a stand.

“Beautiful,” whispered Elspeth.

She looked at the huge carved, red velvet canopied bed. Ian could tell from her amazement she’d never seen anything like it. “Is this a palace?” She asked.

“Weel, this is a place the Ayriris angels from the Plelin courts came for rest and relaxation. As you see they have access tae many beautiful things, being angels and all. They have since moved onto bigger and better things, I imagine.”

Putting his arms around Elspeth he whispered in her ear. “Shouldn’t we take advantage of this beautiful room whilst we have the chance?” He turned her and looked in her bright green eyes. “I’m nae sure what will happen tom…”

“Shush,” said Elspeth putting a finger to his lips. She reached up and kissed him. “No talk of tomorrow. Let’s just be together. Make me forget the world. Just for tonight, please Ian.”

“Say nae more, my fire haired princess.” He pressed his lips tenderly to her forehead, and she sighed. He met her lips and softly kissed her. He brushed his hands up and down her arms, and she shuddered. He instantly became hard.

His blood ran hot, how he wanted her. He wanted to make love slowly and tenderly, touching and tasting her everywhere. She drove him crazy with desire and his hands trembled. He was going to do this slowly and take his time.

He smoothly brushed his fingertips down the side of her neck. Still kissing her he took one hand and slipped her dress from her shoulder. He tenderly kissed her neck along her shoulder and licked his way back up. She shuddered. She in turn put her hands on his buttocks and pulled him tight up against her where his arousal pressed against her side.

She moaned and it nearly drove him wild. He broke away and slowly pushed her other sleeve down onto her arm and plucked the front of her gown from her breasts. Full mounds greeted his eyes. Her light nipples puckered tight from his gaze.

Her corset pushed the heavy breasts up toward his face enticing him, and he kissed them, then licked the puckered points. He pulled the ribbons free from her corset slowly, going down one row at a time, widening it as he went and laving at the new silky skin as it appeared. It was a front laced corset so he enjoyed removing it slowly.

She trembled at his touch and she put her hands under his shirt moving up and down from his waist to his chest, loving the feel of his tight muscles. She kneaded his chest and drew her nails down over his stomach. All the while their tongues danced back and forth in heated torment.

The feel and taste of his mouth was intoxicating. She grew hot and warmth pooled in her abdomen, slick wetness gushed from her pulsing insides and ran onto her thighs. He pushed her dress down past her hips where it hit the floor. He tore at the last bit of her corset and he threw it aside. Picking her up he placed her on the bed all the while gazing into her eyes. She moaned. “Please Ian remove those clothes at once. I want to feel your skin on mine. I want you inside, please. Now.”

He chuckled, “Not yet, sweetling. I will be tasting you first. She leaned back and spread her legs wide giving him full view of her glistening thighs. His gaze turned toward the heat of her. He ripped his shirt off, shucking his boots and when he pulled down his pants, he was raging hard and throbbing when he finally bounced free. He gently placed himself between her legs and leaned down.

With his hands under her hips he pulled her up to his mouth. With one long stroke of his tongue he licked over her nub nestled amongst the tiny red curls. She cried out and lifted her hips. His tongue probed the inside of her, in and out.

He chuckled and the vibration drove her wild. “Please Ian.” She moaned. His tongue darted in and out of his mouth barely stroking her, driving her insane. She clawed at his shoulders then pulling his hair. Thrashing her head back and forth she again pleaded with him. She was wound tight and she wanted more, wanted him inside.

Finally, he sucked fully onto her, nibbled and then licked. She pressed her thighs tight to his head to hold him there. She trembled and when he started sucking she screamed his name and came apart. It was a vicious orgasm and she thought she was going to pass out when softly she came floating back, she opened her eyes.

Sitting up, she threw Ian onto his back. “Your turn,” she said with a twinkle of devilment in her bright green eyes. She straddled him, but instead of climbing on top of him she leaned down and licked his pebbled nipples. He groaned and she knew she was doing something he liked. If she liked what he did, she figured he’d like what she was going to do. She wanted to drive him as mad as he drove her.

She loved the taste of him and she stroked his chest with her tongue working her way down. She brushed her breasts against his hard erection and it jerked beneath her. She sat back and looked at him. She grabbed around the middle of it and he groaned. Leaning over she took her tongue and tasted the tip where a bead of moisture clung. The salty taste aroused her.

When she dove down all the way around him her hot wet mouth was almost his undoing. She stroked him up and down with her mouth. Finally, he had to stop her. He wasn’t going to last like this and he wanted inside. “Enough Els, I canna take any more.” She sat back and looked at him with a grin.

“Don’t move,” she said, and climbed on top of him. She slowly guided him inside of her and they both moaned. Finding her rhythm, she began to increase her thrusts. Throwing back her head, Ian watched her, her wild red tresses bouncing around her shoulders and over her breasts. He reached up and placed her hair behind her, enjoying looking at her flushed face and bouncing breasts.

He’d never seen anything more beautiful. Her wild red hair in disarray, her parted lips, and little mews drove him wild. He grabbed her hips and he began to thrust up harder. She met his passion with her own.

Before they would end it right there, he flipped Elspeth to her back. “Look at me Els.” She gazed into his eyes. “I doona ken what the future holds, so tonight I’d like tae make you truly mine. Do you want tae mate? If not, we can wait. It’s just…”

“I thought you’d never ask. Of course, Ian, I want nothing more.”

He kissed her gently and started moving again. The little reprieve cooled them somewhat, but in seconds they were straining toward each other. She was so hot and wet he didn’t know if he could wait.

She moaned and thrashed her head back and forth, eyes wide. Then she felt it coming. When she bit her lip and her inner muscles tightened, he knew she was ready. Grabbing tight on her hips he thrust up hard and she screamed his name.

On her first contraction, he lost control, at the same time he bit her and drank heavy of her blood. Letting go and shouting her name, he buried himself and came with her. The orgasm lengthening and stronger than he ever felt before.

“Now bite me and drink my blood.” She instantly bit him taking them through another tumultuous orgasm. Instinct took over and she drank, completing the ritual. His thoughts rushed through her head, and he shared his feelings. Her thoughts rushed him and he felt her love for him. Together they truly united and became one. A tear melted from her eye.

Their closeness was on a level neither understood, but knew it was something that could never be broken. It was always this good with her, but this was special. He could not get enough. He collapsed on top of her tucking his face against her neck. “I love you,” she whispered to him.

He pushed the hair from her face. “I love you, too,” he whispered back.

Suddenly she cramped, then cramped again. She moaned then screamed out. Ian held her and brushed her hair back. He knew her body was making the necessary changes. She would become vampire. Fae had a different ritual, one that was not painful.

He would share that on their wedding night. That was a ritual, blissfully shared, and entwining their souls. She couldn’t become fae, you could only be born one, but the mating ritual would bind them together in the way of the fae. She broke out in a sweat and whispered his name.

“I’m here sweetling, I willna let you go.”

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For an hour, she cramped, her bones were on fire, her skin prickled, she felt like she had the flu a hundred-fold. Then it died to an ache, then to a warmth. Her hearing was acute and she could hear tiny insects, her teeth lengthened, and she wanted blood. Ian leaned over her, exposing his neck.

“Here Els, you’ll need blood. I’ll feed you on and off all night, and by morning, you’ll be changed.” He pulled the covers over them and tucked her up against his side. “Rest while you can, you’ll wake hungry a few times, but the worst is over.”