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Guests in the Castle- Part 3
Back in the ballroom, Madeline who was dancing with Calhoun had been asked by her father to dance with him. When she was done dancing, she decided to visit the powder room accompanied by maids behind her. On her way, she met the guests who congratulated and bowed their heads at her. When she reached the room, the smile dropped, and she realized how tiring it was to keep smiling.
After sharing their vows, Madeline had changed herself into a sunny coloured gown that was not heavy like the wedding gown. She had let down most of her hair, that now cascaded down her back. Taking a towel that was kept folded nearby, she dabbed it against her temples.
"Congratulations on getting married, my Queen," Madeline turned around to see it was Lilith who entered the powder room. The maids stood outside as if on standby if Madeline would need something, "I thought the wedding would not take place."
Madeline, who had already met Lilith, asked, "Why did you think that?"
"Because of the snow and the possible oncoming blizzard, of course. I heard the soothsayer say that this year would see one of the harshest blizzards anyone has seen," said Lilith while making her way to stand in front of the mirror. "Not to forget, I didn't think the King would take a wife," and she passed a slide glance to Madeline.
Lilith had followed Madeline here to the powder room to see if Madeline would show any ability. She didn't mind sacrificing this girl even if the girl wasn't a dark angel.
Madeline sensed the underlying meaning behind Lilith's words. Instead of taking the same path as Lilith, she looked at her reflection in the mirror, running her hand on one side of her hair to say, "You know what people say, when it is right, it is right. A right person can change a lot of things," and she then looked at Lilith with a polite smile, "Because a wrong person cannot do it."
"Don't put too much air around you, my Queen. You never know how poisonous things can turn. You think you are in a higher status now, but there's always someone else higher than you," said Lilith, "It's always good to be careful. And if you ever need any help, you can come to me because I know how things are done when it comes to the King." The subject had deviated to Calhoun.
"You're too kind to worry about me, Lady Lilith. But I have been told that I am good at what I do. Thank you again and don't be shy to enjoy the food and drinks of our wedding," Madeline offered Lilith a smile before stepping out of the powder room.
Madeline exhaled air out of her lips when she took five steps away from the powder room. She was making her way back to the ballroom where everyone was, when she caught sight of a dark-haired vampire who appeared to be in his thirties, walking next to a young man. The young man was shorter compared to the vampire.
Odin who caught sight of the bride looked subtly back and forth between the lady and his Master, who was walking one step in front of him because his Master didn't like people lower in the status walk next to him.
Madeline wasn't familiar with a lot of guests who had shown up today to attend the wedding. Before she could reach the ballroom, she saw the priest step out of the room whom she had met two days ago in the church.
"Congratulations on your marriage, Lady Madeline or must I say, Queen Madeline," wished Reginald with a polite smile on his face.
"Lady Madeline is just fine." It was strange to hear people address her as the Queen. "Are you leaving already?" she asked to see the man smile.
"Yes, I believe I must head out of the castle as there are other things that Helena wants me to attend to. I will see you around," and Madeline nodded.
"Thank you for coming today," she said before walking inside the ballroom.
Reginald looked at Madeline get inside, and he then turned to look at a man whose eyebrows were dark and raised, below which were a pair of red eyes. But there was something strange about this vampire, thought the priest to himself and it wasn't because of the young man who looked skittishly back and forth as he followed the other vampire who walked in the front. Reginald felt like he knew this person, but at the same time he felt he didn't.
As they were about to pass each other, both Reginald and Vladimir's eyes met each other's for the briefest moment before they walked past each other. Reginald couldn't point where exactly he had seen this vampire as he often remembered people he met. On the other hand, Vladimir's eyes moved to the corner from where Reginald had walked past him.
"Is something the matter, Master?" asked Odin, noticing his Master's attention that had been occupied by the man and had left the bride they were supposed to look at. If his Master agreed, Odin would happily kidnap the bride right away, but it seemed like Master Vladimir had different plans.
Vladimir couldn't shake the feeling, the way the man had just given him a look right now. imbecile fool, thought Vladimir in his head. If the man had stared at him for a second longer, he would have scooped the man's eyes out.
"Do you smell that, Odin?" questioned Vladimir lowly, "The scent of my daughter is almost everywhere. Didn't you tell she lived here for many years?"
"Yes, Sire. I heard she lived here before she was…" Odin didn't complete his sentence because Vladimir had turned to him. "Master, if I may ask… Have you planned when we are going to kidnap the bride from here?" whispered Odin as they were reaching the entrance of the ballroom.
Vladimir looked at the people in the room, "When the full moon appears, then starts the revenge for the tears and blood that was spilt."
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Whisperers- Part 1
Music Recommendation: Afraid of time by Hans Zimmer
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Madeline, who had stepped back into the ballroom, started to make her way to where Calhoun was, who was swarmed around by people. When she came near, Calhoun automatically turned his gaze away from the person with whom he was talking and looked at her. This led the people to stop listening to the man who was speaking, they made way for the Queen, who came to stand next to the King.
"My Queen," greeted a woman who had highly arched eyebrows and her red eyes were small, possibly because of her age. "We didn't have the opportunity to meet earlier." The woman took hold of Madeline's hand to kiss the back of her hand which Madeline found to be strange as she had never been placed in a high position like this in her life until now, "I am Monique Trevett. The previous King's half-sister. A relative of the King," said Monique glancing at Calhoun and then back at her.
Always being the polite one in the room, Madeline introduced herself, "Madeline Hawthrone," and Monique gave her an approving nod.
Calhoun said, "Monique has been travelling in the West lands, and she returned to Devon only two days ago. She is a dear aunt, and someone who has been working in court before I even entered the castle."
"My nephew has very kind words to offer," Monique smiled, "There were a few matters I had to attend to, and unfortunately, I even missed the celebration of Hallow. But I am glad that I am able to attend your wedding today. Excuse me as I have to meet the head of the High House," and she left their side.
The other guests who had earlier flocked around Calhoun had slowly started to disperse away from them, while some continued to stay to get into the good word of the King for their future benefit.
"Is it true that the Wilmot's have been exiled out of the castle never to return?" questioned a man, curiosity laced in his voice as he asked the fellow gentleman next to him.
"The King has punished them for creating treason and for the code of misconduct in Devon. I think it was the right thing to do rather than keep rats in here who had the intentions to kill the King," replied the man.
"You say that? I thought you were close and tight with the Wilmot's," said the first man to see the second one widen his eyes.
"O-of course not! After I heard what Lady Rosamund and Sir Markus did, I cut ties immediately!" came the quick lie from the man and Calhoun who was listening to their conversation, intervened,
"Mr. Fitzwilliam, have you heard the order that was passed down to the Wilmots who have been banned from entering the castle again?"
The man, Fitzwilliam, had always worked for the Wilmot's as Lady Rosamund was the daughter of the late King. He had worked for her in the hope that one day he would be promoted to a higher position in the court, but what he didn't expect was Wilmot's getting caught by not only the King but also the High House.
"I did hear it, my lord," answered Fitzwilliam turning in the King's direction, "You said that they were never to return here and associate themselves ever again with the royal family." When Calhoun didn't say anything right away, the vampire could feel sweat starting to form on his forehead even though it was the time of Winter.
Calhoun then said, "One of my trusted informants said that you have been helping the Wilmot's in finding their new house, or mansion I should say which is five hours away from the castle. Here, I thought you were someone who works for the royal family. Not to mention, their titles were stripped down from them, yet you address them so highly. You must be very loyal to Wilmot's, isn't it?"
Madeline recognized this man who was under Calhoun's questioning gaze to be one of the men who was present, when she had broken the glass of the portrait.
Fitzwilliam shook his head, "My Lord, it is a small house. Barely big enough to be called a mansion. The lady only wanted a house to move in with her family as they didn't have anywhere else to go…"
"If you are smart enough, you will cut ties with them immediately, unless you want someone else to go looking for a house or maybe a hut for you next to stay in," Calhoun threw in the casual threat with a smile on his lips and Fitzwilliam gulped.
"Yes, milord!" he bowed his head.
While Calhoun was speaking with the other guests, and introducing them to his bride, she couldn't help but get distracted when they started to speak about the disputes and other things which she was yet to learn.
Madeline's brown eyes started to look at the other guests who had come to attend their wedding. She saw some of her cousins, uncles and aunts whom she had not met in a long time. Because of her kind behaviour, Madeline always had a good relationship with everyone, and there were little to no disputes, while Beth was always involved with differences with others because of her opinionated nature when it came to certain things. And even with that, Madeline couldn't help but have a look of suspicion in her eyes when her eyes met her relative's eyes.
It felt unnerving not knowing what was going to happen, and when it was going to happen. At the same time, Madeline's eyes fell on a person who stood next to the High House member Dimitri. The man was tall, who had blonde hair and pale skin. His lashes were lightly dusted, and his eyes blue in colour. There was something very unusual about this man, and she wondered if it was because of his appearance. And as she continued to stare at the man, the person's eyes shifted from Dimitri to look at her as if he had felt her gaze.
He offered her a bow and a polite smile, and Madeline gave him a nod while standing next to Calhoun.
"What are you looking at?" Madeline heard Calhoun ask her. She turned back to see the guests around them had left, and it was just him and her now.
"Who is that person with whom Dimitri is speaking to?" she asked with a small frown on her face.
"That's Michael Reeves. He once used to work in the High House before he was replaced by Weasley."
"Why did he leave the High House?" inquired Madeline. She wondered why she felt such a strong connection towards the man as if she had met him or seen him before. Somewhere in the corner of her mind, she couldn't help but question if this was the same man who she had seen in her last dream—the angel with wings who killed a woman.
"He didn't like a few things of how the High House worked. He and Helena often had different opinions. Rumour had it that there was something going on between them in their private lives, and sometimes it reflected in the High House, during discussions."
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Whisperers- Part 2
Madeline turned her eyes to look at Helena who was right now speaking with Calhoun's relative, Monique. By appearance, it looked like Helena was older than this person Michael. He didn't appear to look like a vampire because of his blue eyes, but then there had been some vampires she had come across who had different colours of eyes.
"She seems like a nice person. Monique," commented Madeline and in return, she received a hum of response from Calhoun.
"Better than the rest of the folks who are related to Lucy or me," replied Calhoun, "Your relatives appear to be shy while staring at you from afar. Introduce them to me, so that I know which one to kill and which one to warn to stay in line," he tugged her hand, walking to where her parents and some of her relatives were.
On the other side of the expansive ballroom, Vladimir and Odin had stepped in to catch a better look of the people whom they were going to harm.
"How long did you say she was dead?" questioned Vladimir, picking up another glass of the drink in his hand as he looked at the people in the room.
"Um, I didn't check with that, Master," Odin scratched the back of his neck.
"Useless as always. I wonder why I even keep you around," chastised Vladimir as he passed a look at Odin who had lowered his eyes. The older vampire could tell that his servant's brain had indeed rusted because of the mistakes he had committed.
Vladimir was only looking around when his eyes fell on the man who was blonde and tall as him, and his eyes narrowed, "Odin."
"Yes, Master?" Odin asked when he was done slurping the blood from the glass. To make themselves seem normal and not out of place, they had picked up a glass of blood each in their hand so that it would make them look like they belonged here. When in truth, they were standing away from the rest of the guests in the ballroom.
"Is it me, or have you also seen that man before?" Vladimir had seen those bright blue eyes and pale features before he had fallen.
Odin followed the sight of his Master's gaze when his eyes turned wide as big as the saucers, "M-Master, that's your brother," whispered the servant vampire, who had been serving Vladimir since from the time they were in heaven.
Odin had not expected to see the blue-eyed man in here, in this place today. He looked back and forth between his Master and the man whom he was once acquainted with. Leaning towards his Master, he asked in a hushed tone,
"What do you think he is doing here?"
"Who knows," replied Vladimir. He doubted the person could recognize him as he had not only changed his name but also changed his appearance that he once honed during his time in heaven. "Stay put here. I will be back," said the older vampire before making his way towards the blonde man.
When Vladimir came to stand next to the two men, one who was from the High House and the other who he knew, he said, "Wonderful day to celebrate, isn't it? I am Lazarus," he introduced himself with a daunting smile. Though Dimitri looked a little taken aback by the stranger, the man named Michael looked barely fazed, and he smiled.
"I don't think we have met before," said Dimitri, trying not to be intimidated by the stranger, "I am Dimitri, and this here is…"
"Michael Reeves," introduced the blonde man and Vladimir's smile broadened by hearing the name.
"How are you related to the King?" asked Dimitri, trying to turn the man into his acquaintance by getting to know him.
"I am a very far and far and far distant relative of his," answered Vladimir, "How about yourselves?"
"I-" started Dimitri, "-work in the High House, and we work with the Kings over the affairs of the lands."
"And what about you?" asked Vladimir to Michael who had a serene look on his face.
"I know the King," smiled Michael. While they were talking, Helena had come to take Dimitri to speak about something, giving the other two men a nod before they left. When they were alone, Michael said, "I didn't expect to see you here." Vladimir couldn't help but smile.
"I thought you wouldn't recognize me. But it's good to see that you still remember. That was a good chat," and Vladimir turned around when he heard Michael say,
"Return to heaven. There's still a chance."
"Now, you don't mean that. You and the others can keep the place to yourselves," Vladimir had turned back to meet Michael's eyes, someone who he once used to call as a brother.
"That's not true. Luc- What are you doing here? It is very unlike you to be in a place like this," stated Michael.
"You are right. I am here to pick up and raise my minions," whispered Vladimir. The older vampire couldn't help but narrow his eyes in wonderment thinking what Michael was even doing here. He was more than intrigued, but at the same time, he didn't care to stay in Michael's company.
Vladimir walked away from Michael, walking past Odin and his servant quickly followed him, "Are we not staying longer, Master?"
"No," replied Vladimir and when no one was there to watch them in the empty corridor, he and Odin both turned into bats before flying away from there with a promise of return on the full moon day.
Back in the room, the blonde man stared at the entrance of the ballroom from where Vladimir had disappeared. Deep in thought, his lips were set in a thin line.
It felt like it had been long since he had last seen the person who had introduced himself as Lazarus. Michael doubted that the angel turned devil was here for the same reason as him. Because the devil never took sides except for his own sake.
His eyes then shifted to look at the young girl in the sunny coloured gown who smiled at the King when he said something. Michael had come here for her, after whispers had reached him about the danger that was hovering over the dark angel. It was because of him she was put in such a predicament.
It was he, who had sent his Whisperers to wake her up and free her from the coffin.
Many of the fallen angels' children, who were now living as humans, had killed innocent people in the name of dark angels, and only after many years, did the actual one come into existence. Angels were not supposed to meddle with mortals, but Michael had made a mistake, and he was only trying to rectify the error that was made years ago.
Not able to actively participate in this realm, he watched people standing at the sidelines, unlike the ones who had gone against heaven and were thrown out. Having spent enough time in here today, he disappeared out of sight from the ballroom and the castle of Hawthrone.
The music and the celebrations continued until the time of the evening, where some of the guests from both Calhoun and Madeline's side stayed back in the castle, something that worried Madeline. And as previously decided, after dinner, Madeline stood next to the carriage with her parents in front of her to say goodbye. Though Beth stood near them, she had decided to stay back for a little longer with her sister Madeline before joining her parent's in the new house.
Her mother hugged her in her arms, "It feels hard to leave you behind for the fourth time, but this time knowing you are married I feel at ease."
There were tears in Mrs. Harris' eyes as she continued to hug her daughter. Her daughter was finally married, and she would be starting a new life here, something that had been decided nearly two months ago.
"We will miss you, Maddie. Make sure you come to visit us when everything is over, okay? Just stay safe," said her mother before pulling back, "I still can't believe you are married. Oh, my little girl!" and she hugged again.
"I will be fine, mama," Madeline rubbed her mother's back.
She was sad that she wouldn't be seeing her parent's as often as she used to in the past. She would be missing them terribly, and maybe if everything was alright, she would have asked them to stay back, but their safety was the most important thing right now. Calhoun had arranged a mansion for her parent's to live in along with a few servants.
Her mother finally let her go and went to speak to Beth. Madeline walked to her father and she heard him say, "I wanted to apologize again for what happened in the past, Maddie. We should have been stronger and should have known. Even about your grandparent's intentions."
At this, Madeline shook her head, "You didn't know, papa. And maybe I would have been destructive and would have hurt people back then. You don't have to feel bad about it," she placed her hand on her father's hands that held each other in worry, "What has happened, it is in the past." As much as she felt terrible knowing what had happened years ago, was there any point still holding on to it when her parent's only feared the fear that was put inside their heads by her grandparents?
"Send me a letter when you reach the mansion. Okay?" Madeline requested, and her father nodded.
Mr. Harris looked at his younger daughter, who had decided to stay back, instead of going with him and his wife. He didn't know what happened, but it seemed like Beth had turned much quieter than the other days, and she wanted to spend more time with her sister.
"We will. Make sure you take care, and even Beth," and her father opened his arms to hug her, and Madeline hugged him back, "Be safe and write to us."
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Whisperer- Part 3
Music Recommendation: For her heart by Sid Acharya
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Mrs. Harris' eyes held tears in them, and with heaviness in her chest, she hugged her daughters again before she was helped to get inside the carriage by her husband. Their father gave them a smile, and he turned around to join his wife. They saw the coachman place the luggage in the back of the carriage. According to her Aunt Mary, there were people who were going to come for her, and it felt better knowing that her parents would be somewhere safe. Only the coachman knew the destination about where her parents were being taken to which was ordered by the King, and therefore this would keep them safe.
Before her parents had stepped out of the castle and gotten near the carriage, he had already spoken to her parents, to leave her and her sister to see her parents off in the carriage.
"Are you sure you don't want to go with them?" Madeline asked Beth.
Beth nodded her head, "I will stay here for a week or two. I am a little worried that Jennine might follow me and do something to mama and papa. It's better if I stay here with you and the rest."
And as much as Madeline wanted to send Beth safely with her parents, she was glad that her sister had decided to stay back longer with her.
When the carriage started to move, her mother waved her hand looking at them, and so did her father. With a heavy heart, Madeline waved her right hand, and her left hand was held by Beth as they looked at the carriage turn smaller and smaller until it finally disappeared.
After seeing their parents' departure, the Harris sisters went inside the castle and parted ways to go to their own designated rooms.
Biting her bottom lip, Madeline made her way to the room. On her way, she couldn't help but feel nervous at the thought of how the night might transpire. Since the last few days, Calhoun had held himself back, and the most he had done was brush his hands or his lips against hers. The light kisses from him had only made her yearn more, and she knew if she were to ask him, he would give her what she wanted, but Madeline was flustered to ask it.
With the snow that covered the grounds of the castle, Madeline walked in the quiet corridor, and when air blew in her direction, she tucked the piece of her hair behind her ear. Away from the guest's presence and intruding eyes, she could hear her heart beat against her chest. Reaching the room that was previously just Calhoun's, and now also hers, Madeline stood in front of the closed doors. She wondered if he was inside or he was still in the guest's company who were staying back in the castle.
Slightly nervous, she took more seconds than she had intended to, and before she could push it, the door opened. She met Calhoun standing in front of her. Gone was the neatly combed hair, replaced to his tousled hair that looked slightly wet as if he had taken a bath. He had even changed his wedding clothes to a black silk robe that was long and had long sleeves. The robe was tied with a lace belt around his waist and because of the V shape of the robe at the front, she could see his smooth chest.
"Planning to stay outside?" asked Calhoun, his expression serious, and it only made her heart stutter. Madeline shook her head, and when he moved to the side, giving her way, she stepped inside the room.
When she heard the door close, Madeline didn't turn to look, and instead, she took three more steps into the room. She heard Calhoun ask,
"Did you see your parent's off?"
"Yes," she answered, and wiped the palms on her skirt, "Beth said she would be leaving after a week or two. I think she's worried about what Jennine might do to her." In Madeline's memory, Beth wasn't there when she killed Jennine, but her sister did come to stumble upon the dead body lying on the ground. The memory must have shaken Beth.
Calhoun stepped behind her, and she heard him say, "They will be safe and be well taken care of." He placed his hands on her shoulders before they went to pull out the coat that she had been wearing when she had gone to see her parents. His movements were slow, and her heart skipped a beat when he completely took off the coat. "I asked Theodore to have new guards appointed in the mansion where your parents will be living from now on as the guards who work here are useless when it comes to protecting this place. They are nothing less than showpieces to intimidate thieves and intruders."
With the coat gone, Madeline rubbed her hands together. She turned to see Calhoun go to the stand and hang the coat there. Even though the fireplace in the room was emitting enough warmth, she felt her nerves wreck with just a single gaze of his when he looked at her.
"Thank you for making sure they are alright." Unable to hold her gaze for too long as Calhoun looked seductive, she broke her gaze away from him.
When Calhoun started to walk back to her, his feet quiet against the room's floor, Madeline looked at the bath that wasn't far away and asked, "I should go take a bath," her voice quivered at the end. She knew the inevitable was going to happen, but then, why did it feel like everything was happening for the first time?
When she took a glance at Calhoun, he had already reached where she stood, "Unless you rolled in mud which I doubt you did, I don't know why you would want to dip in cold water at this hour of the night."
Madeline closed her eyes when Calhoun brought his hand up to caress her cheek. Calhoun said, "Don't make me wait longer. I have reached my limit."
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Warm sheets- Part 1
Music Recommendation: Car Wash by Jan A.P. Kaczmarek
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Hearing the words from Calhoun, Madeline's heart started to beat faster in her chest. She stood in her place like a prisoner who had been captivated by him, and he had conquered her today with the little gestures that he had been thoughtful about.
The windows of the room were closed, and the door had been locked, leaving both of them alone in each other's company.
She saw Calhoun take a step forward to come and stand right in front of her, and unlike how she had turned rigid in James' closeness, she welcomed Calhoun's presence without any resistance. It was strange how things had changed so much in two months. There was a time when Madeline felt repulsed at Calhoun's very sight, but now she craved for his touch.
After shifting to his room, Calhoun had teased her by his gaze and words, without openly touching her except from sharing a few kisses in the room or the middle of the corridors, and he wasn't bashful about it.
He caught hold of her chin, tilting it so that he could look into her brown eyes that looked slightly dilated. Calhoun could tell that Madeline was feeling the sexual tension between them, and it was one of the reasons why her heart was pounding. But he wanted to hear it from her.
"My sweet rose," he whispered in a way that tightened Madeline's chest. His thumb slowly brushed across her pale smooth skin, caressing it, "Tell me this is what you want. That you have been anticipating it as much as I have for the last couple of days," his eyes trailed from where he held her chin before moving back up to her eyes.
And when Madeline parted those delicate lips of hers to speak, Calhoun's gaze on her hardened. He was holding back the urge of dragging her to the bed and breaking the bed right away. He wanted everything they shared between them to be memorable, and just for her, he was willing to take it slow in the beginning. It was only in the beginning, and he knew she would crave for it more later.
"Will it be painful?" came the innocent question from Madeline, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
He shook his head gently at her, "You will barely feel it. Pain and pleasure are like hate and love, where there is a thin difference between them, and I will take you there today," he let go of her chin, brushing her cheek languidly with the back of his fingers, "It will be more of pleasure and the pain hardly noticeable."
Every touch he left on her skin, it left a spark of longing that started to spread across her body with a humming feeling in it. Right now, Madeline felt like she could sink in Calhoun's eyes that were dark red, looking at her heatedly. Since she had stepped into the room, he hadn't smiled at her like he usually did and it kept her on pins and needles.
"Yes," answered Madeline, trying to be brave today, just like the other days they had spent in the bed, doing things they were not supposed to do before their marriage. But now that they were married, she didn't have to feel ashamed from asking things from her husband, "I…" she started as he patiently waited for her with a spark of fire in his eyes, "I want you to touch me, Cal," she said, dropping her inhibitions.
If it was possible, Calhoun's eyes darkened even further, and he leaned forward to capture her lips with his.
Madeline felt every tug and suck of his lips on hers. Her lips trembled as she was still nervous and Calhoun's very aura was hard to handle, especially with the way he looked in the black robe that he wore. She felt him pull her closer to him, his hand moving down from her waist to her bottom to pull her snuggly towards him and her heart hitched when Calhoun's hand stayed there.
Her toes started to curl, and she felt her head turn dizzy as they continued to kiss. She moved her lips against him, her hands unconsciously moved to place it on his chest before she glided them up to feel his hard chest against the silk robe before her hands wound around his neck. With Calhoun, who was tall, Madeline had craned her neck to look up to meet his lips, and her back had arched like a bow that was getting ready to have the arrow.
As their tongues danced with each other, Madeline felt her body starting to feel slack because of the lack of intake of air. When Calhoun pulled away, he noticed her eyes looked further dilated, and he caught the girl's erotic expression who was in his arms.
Calhoun supported Madeline by his hand that held her waist and stopped her knees from giving away and dropping her on the ground, "Shall we take your clothes off?" he asked her and the redness returned to her cheeks. She gave him a nod.
He didn't make an effort to turn her around to unzip the dress from her back, but he did let go of her waist when her eyes had turned a little clear. He took a step backwards from her, admiring her in the sunny coloured dress.
Madeline wondered what Calhoun was thinking as he continued to appreciate her in the dress. The crackling that came from the fireplace filled the silence of the room along with her breath and with the slight tremors of the windows because of the wind that touched it.
"I got this dress stitched, the very next day I met you in the ballroom," said Calhoun to her, "I could barely get you out of my mind, and in a sense, I did turn obsessed with you. You plagued my dreams, my thoughts that I could hardly think about anything else."
He remembered fucking the maid after he had seen Madeline, but it was the last he had fucked a woman. He doubted he would be able to contain himself from dragging Madeline to his hearth and have her as he wished, which she wasn't ready for. He knew it because he had seen the look in her eyes that had stared back at him, even though they looked scared.
Calhoun raised his hand before snapping his fingers and the dress and other clothing that she wore turned to black feathers in the air before they dropped slowly on the ground. Not used to being stark naked in front of anybody, Madeline covered her intimate parts with her dainty hands, where one hand was not enough to cover her bosom. The sight was enough to stir his inner beast, which would have been less effective if she had not tried to cover her modesty.
"So shy," he stated, his voice falling on her ears to only turn her that much red.
"I am the only one undressed," she said and saw Calhoun tilt his head.
"That can be fixed right away," and his hands reached for the lace of the robe that was tied around his waist, pulling them free before the robe dropped down from his body and fell on the floor.
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Warm sheets- Part 2
As she had thought, Calhoun had worn nothing but the robe around his body as he had only finished taking a bath. His tousled hair was slowly drying as they didn't stick to his forehead anymore as she had seen when she had stepped into the room. He stood there as naked as her, his body taut and proud whilst she continued to keep her hands in the same position.
It was hard to look further down from his face because of the way he looked at her as if one small movement from her would lead this big bad wolf to gobble her up. The look in his eyes was something that reminded her of the time when he had cornered her in one of the corridors of the castle before she had run away from him to join the crowd during the time of Hallow. His eyes were intense and intimidating, but there was also something else in there, something dark and dangerous that lurked behind those red eyes of his.
When he took a step forward towards Madeline, out of instinct, it looked like she was ready to bolt from where she stood. "Don't try that," warned Calhoun, his voice deep and seductive.
"I didn't do anything," she replied to see him raise one of his eyebrows.
"I know, darling. I am asking you to be cautious to not to run because you know I enjoy a good chase, and the chase tonight will turn one to be a tempting one," he said, walking around to stand behind her. "But the question here is if you will survive at the end of the chase?"
Madeline felt him place his hands on either side of her waist, settling on the curve and his thumb started to draw circles on her skin before suddenly pulling her against him. She wondered if it was possible to have one's soul leave the body because that is exactly how she felt. With his front body pressed against her back, she could feel his manhood pressed on her bottom, almost coming to settle on the crease of her bottom.
"You wouldn't do something I don't like," came her breathy words that were hard to get out of her lips, but Calhoun heard it. He always heard what she said.
"Hm, who said I would do something you wouldn't like," said Calhoun, he leaned forward to the right side of her face. His words came to fall right next to her ear, "You will possibly pass out before we are done. To let go of the raw emotions, that might burn you. But who knows, you might want more, and I might not just give it to you, holding it back until you give in." His words sent a shiver down her body, "Let's keep that for some other time."
Every word he uttered to her, she felt like her body had already started to sink and float in them. Feeling him push his lower body on her back, Madeline's hand went to hold Calhoun's leg for support, and she felt him move her hair to one side so that he could press his lips against her neck. One kiss after another, sighs escaped her lips at the feeling of his lips brushing and pressing against her skin. She could feel butterflies in her stomach with Calhoun holding and caressing her.
When she turned her head around, Calhoun caught hold of her lips in his, opening up to her and she to him as they kissed again. She tasted sweet, the rose fragrance wafting up and around them as he continued to tease her with kisses and brush of his fingers on her stomach that had her push and arch herself towards him.
Unable to contain himself, he bit her lips to hear a soft cry erupt from her throat and he sucked the blood from her bottom lip.
"You are hungry," she whispered on his lips, and Calhoun smiled.
"More than you can imagine." He retraced his hands away from her before picking her up in his arms and taking her to bed.
Calhoun placed Madeline gently at the centre of the surface of the bed before taking a moment to look at his newlywed wife who looked up at him with doe-like eyes in anticipation of what he had in store for her. She looked beautiful right now, her golden blonde hair sprawled around her head, and her hands brought up to her front and her knees folded to place her feet flat on the bed.
Like Calhoun, Madeline couldn't resist not looking at his body.
Her eyes trailed across his broad shoulders and then his smooth chest. Having already placed her hands several times on his chest, she could imagine the texture of his skin. As her gaze drifted down, she noticed how his upper body started to taper into a V shape before her eyes fell on his endowed member that had already hardened.
When her eyes went to look at him, she saw him already looking at her, but he didn't say anything.
He placed his hands on her knees, pushing them apart while also pushing them down so that she could rest her legs. He moved towards her with a look of a predator in his eyes, one hand moving after another on either side of her before he came to hover above her.
The fluttering feeling in her stomach didn't stop, but it only increased, creating a tornado which she had never felt before. Madeline's eyes moved to look back and forth between Calhoun's eyes, and with him being this close to her in this position, she felt her heart squeeze in her chest, leaving an essence of sweetness as it started to spread throughout her and making her yearn for him.
"Maddie," Calhoun whispered her name, and she couldn't resist not bringing her hands forward to reach out for him.
When he leaned closer to her, she brushed his hair before settling both her hands on either side of his face. Like something very new, she looked at him in fascination. Her fingertips trailed the bones and ridges on his face.
If someone had asked her about Calhoun in the past, she would have never believed that he could turn out to be this sweet. That someone like him could open his arms for her even when he knew what she was capable of. Her heart squeezed further at the thought of what her touch could do. Not to forget, he came from the lineage of demons and she from the family of fallen angels, a union which was unheard of.
And despite knowing her that her ability could cause damage to him, Calhoun continued to stay not just near her, but next to her.
Her lips parted, trembling, and she whispered something that had Calhoun stop and stare at her.
"Tell it again," he said, wanting to hear those words from her lips again.
"I...I love you, Cal."
And on her words, he leaned forward to press his forehead on hers with his eyes closed as if he had been waiting to hear those words from her and a sigh escaped his lips. Opening his eyes, Calhoun said, "And I love you, until the very last breath and beyond."
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Warm sheets- Part 3
Having never uttered those words ever in her life, not even to James, Calhoun was the first to receive her confession, and Madeline felt her heart continue to beat loudly in her chest. His lips brushed against her cheek, moving to the side to kiss under her ear, and his lips travelled down to her neck.
Calhoun playfully nipped her skin with his teeth, enough to hear a mixture of cry and sigh that escaped from Madeline's parted lips. His fingertips continued to explore her body, and every time his teeth bit into her skin, she felt her body arch against the bed, and her toes curl. He made his way down her neck, between the valley of her breasts, making use of his tongue to trail it from the bottom to the top to feel her shiver under his touch.
The room had suddenly turned warm, along with their bodies. When Calhoun lifted his head, Madeline caught sight of him admiring her bosom like it was a temple. His eyes took in the softness of the skin and the curve of the mounds. Bringing his hand to one of her breasts, he traced his finger from the side of her curve to the underside of her breast, that only left her blood rushing up her cheeks and the wetness between her legs increased.
As he traced his finger around her breast, he looked at Madeline's face that was filled with pleasure. And when he grabbed it, a moan escaped her lips that only enticed him to want him to do it more. With his palm spread, he squeezed it again.
"AH!" Madeline would have died in embarrassment by hearing her very own cry if her senses hadn't been filled with the pleasure that Calhoun was sparking in her.
"What a sweet cry you have," remarked Calhoun, his fingers started to push and probe, twirling around her nipple that had hardened under his touch out of arousal.
Another cry escaped from her lips when his mouth went to attend the other breast. Madeline felt him suck her breast in his sinful mouth and then just her nipples. Biting it to make her arch her back, and she realized what he meant by the thin line between pain and pleasure right now. She had thrown her head back as he tugged on her darkened beads.
His hand left her breast and slowly traced down to her stomach to feel her suck her breath at the ticklish feeling she felt near her abdomen. Noticing this, Calhoun couldn't resist the sadist nature in him to torture her, and his fingers lightly brushed her skin again to see her start to stutter.
"Cal!" she cried his name, that was music to his ears.
"Yes, my love?" asked Calhoun, his tone oblivious to the mess he was turning Madeline into.
He enjoyed everything about her, the gasps, moans and pleasurable sighs that escaped her lips. The way her skin turned red out of heat and shyness, her heart skipping beats when he caught her out of surprise and that innocent look that was in her eyes which made him want to consume her very soul and being.
"W-what are you d-doing?" came her voice before she looked at him.
"Touching you, of course," he said, tilting his head.
"Stop teasing me!" a small hint of frustration laced in her voice, "Please," she added in worry, thinking he would stop touching her.
A mischievous smile appeared on Calhoun's lips, "Tease? This is barely counted to be a tease, darling. I promised to love and cherish you, let me take time to worship you," he grinned with a glint of evilness that made her gulp.
In Calhoun's book, worship was equal to the word torture.
He then said, "Let me help you," and his hands lowered down between her legs, pushing one finger into her wet sex to have her cry out in pleasure. He moved it in and out, to say, "Better?"
Madeline couldn't reply to him as she felt her mind start to cloud, and the world around her had begun to disappear where nothing else mattered. He took her to the cliff, pushing her towards the edge. The room continued to fill itself with the sound that left her lips and the wetness that had come to pool between her legs that created an erotic sound every time Calhoun pushed his finger in her. Her lips and her throat had gone dry from the continuous cry.
After her first orgasm, Calhoun made sure that her body wasn't entirely spent. He put the finger in his mouth while giving Madeline the time to come back from her orgasm. He took his time to worship her just like he had said he would. His hand went around to clasp her left ankle, and he raised it to kiss the inside before moving up and doing the same to her other leg.
With her chest heaving, her eyes went back to meet his that was watching her expressions. The temperature in the room had increased, and the fire in Calhoun's eyes had not extinguished, and he looked insatiable.
Not wanting to be the only one to be pleasured, Madeline raised herself, and she met Calhoun face to face. "Do you know how beautiful you are? So precious," he whispered, leaning forward to kiss her cheeks and peppering kisses across her delicate jaw.
Calhoun did make her feel as if she was the only beautiful person in this world, while others were dull compared to her. He looked at her as if he needed and wanted to protect her, while also wanting to steal her from herself, offering her the guilty pleasure which no one could provide but him.
Calhoun's eyebrows raised when Madeline shifted herself around while placing a hand on his chest so that they could switch positions. It was not just her wedding night, but theirs and she wanted him to feel equally good.
"Lay down," Madeline said in a soft voice, and Calhoun didn't question her. Instead, he listened to her demands. She carefully placed her legs on either side of his waist, and then placed her hands on his chest, running them to feel the warmth and noticing how sculpted he was.
Bending down, Madeline started with drops of kisses on his shoulders, wondering if she could leave something behind on him. She decided to take a small bite on his shoulders to feel him hum in response as if he was enjoying her marking him.
Madeline's kisses were nothing less to the lick of a kitten that was soft and sweet in gesture. Calhoun watched her go down before she held his manhood in her hand. Having already experienced it once, it didn't take her long to start moving her hand back and forth to receive Calhoun sigh in pleasure. His manhood was warm, and she could feel it pulse in her hand, making her wonder how it would fit into her. Brushing the thought away, she bent down to kiss the head of his manhood before taking as much as she could into her mouth, and she heard him hiss.
This had her smile internally, and she also felt her chest puff up at the thought that she could make him feel like this. Her head started to bob up and down, sucking him to hear him curse under his breath,
"Fuck, Maddie!"
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Warm sheets- Part 4
Calhoun's hisses and groans mixed with the curses that came from his mouth was erotic enough for Madeline to continue what she was doing. Being bold, she licked his shaft from the base to the tip, and it was then did she notice him supporting his upper body with his hands while looking at her.
He looked desirous, tempting her with his eyes and aura around him as he licked his bottom lip. Even though Madeline was the one pleasuring him, she felt like Calhoun still had control over his body without needing to touch her.
With their gazes locked on each other, Madeline went back down on him. She saw how her touch affected Calhoun, and it wasn't just her dropping down her guard. When his manhood touched the back of her throat, he groaned in pure bliss. Wanting to hear it again, she continued to do it until she gagged to finally pulled back when it went too deep.
"Are you okay?" he asked, concerned. He got up and rubbed the front of her throat, "You didn't have to take it that deep." Madeline had been enjoying watching the pleasure cross over his face, and she hadn't realized it.
"I wanted to make you feel good," she said with her cheeks turning red. Calhoun leaned forward to kiss her lips, and in a blink of an eye, he had her back against the bed with him hovering above her.
"It was amazing," he praised her.
He didn't want her to push herself as it was only her second time, and tonight was their wedding night. He pecked her lips.
To Calhoun, Madeline was his world, and he would continue to treasure her until the very end.
Calhoun caressed her face, leaning forward so that he could kiss her. His tongue rubbed against hers, turning it numb before he guided her back to lay down. She felt Calhoun's finger enter her where he added a second finger, preparing her while he made his way down after kissing her shoulder. Madeline could feel her heart starting to beat fast again as Calhoun kissed her hip bone, and then sat up looking at her.
Madeline saw Calhoun hold his member in his hand, and position it at her entrance, "Just feel it, my sweet rose," he advised while rubbing himself against her and her toes rose against the bed.
The feeling was delicious, almost similar to an itch that was being scratched. She didn't know she had been holding herself until his member rubbed against her wet sex, and her head rolled back. Calhoun allowed her to get used to the sensation while having one hand of his positioned on her waist. While her senses were clouded, Calhoun pushed himself into her tight entrance.
"AH!" Madeline whimpered.
"Breath, darling," she heard Calhoun tell her when his member was completely inside her. Her toes pressed against the bed sheet while her hands crumpled them. With the sudden intrusion, it took Madeline more than a couple of seconds to adjust herself to him. She took a deep and careful breath. "Just like that," said Calhoun, his hand caressing her waist to soothe the sudden pain she felt.
Madeline felt like she had been stretched and now that Calhoun was in her, they had turned to one body and two souls. He was a teaseful yet a careful lover. He made sure to see that she was alright before he started to pull himself back before pushing back into her. She could feel his manhood throbbing inside her. Every push and pull of him had left her lips parted, and it made it easier to look at Calhoun who had not broken his gaze from her.
Madeline cried out his name, calling for him, and he answered each word that left her lips with a thrust until she could barely form a proper sentence.
As more time passed, the pain and the uncomfortable feeling was soon replaced with pleasure, and Calhoun's hips had started to pick its pace.
Looking at Calhoun's pleasure-filled face did wonder to Madeline's body as she moved with him, her hands crumpling the sheet further as she twisted them with every thrust of his hips. A series of whimpers left her parted lips as she felt him stretch over and over again. A light sheen of sweat had formed on their body, and Calhoun leaned forward to capture her parted lips with his lips.
Her hands moved to hold on to his shoulders, and with the increase in his thrust, her nails left light scratches on his back which he didn't mind. His own hand reached for her bottom, squeezing it in his hand as she clinged to him like her life depended on him.
Moans and grunts started to fill the room and the bed creaked softly.
Somewhere in between, he had raised one of her legs to be placed on his shoulder, driving her to the edge with every thrust. Madeline felt like she had stepped into another space. Soon her body started to tremble in Calhoun's arms, and she cried out his name as she came apart. Calhoun took a few more seconds before he released himself inside her.
Calhoun's breath was heavy as he pulled himself out of Madeline before going to lay down next to her, where Madeline panted as she tried to catch hold of her breath. She felt his hand reach out for hers, intertwining his fingers with hers before bringing it up to kiss her hand.
Madeline could feel her body continue to hum after their lovemaking, and she slowly turned her body towards Calhoun, and he turned to face her, putting his hand around her waist to pull her to him.
He then let go of her waist, bringing his hand to her face to push the strands of her hair away from her face that was sticking to her face. He leaned forward to press his lips against her forehead- a kiss that was filled with tenderness and love.
"You were wonderful," said Calhoun looking into her eyes, and Madeline's cheek burned under his gaze.
Madeline's mind was still buzzing with pleasure, and she felt overwhelmed with emotions, craning her neck to leave a kiss on his lips. She whispered, "It was beautiful."
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Was it planned? - Part 1
She traced her fingertips on Calhoun's chest, looking at the curves and the ridges on his body before looking back at him, where he had already been looking at her like always. He weaved his fingers through her hair, taming it after the passion they had shared.
Madeline felt the bite of the cold weather which had somehow escaped into the room to blow on her skin. Calhoun pulled the blanket up to her arms which had been covering only until her waist. Naked in each other's company and arms, the comfortable silence continued to surround them in their very own bubble, barely bothered about who was plotting against them as they continued to live in the moment.
There was that small amount of warmth that didn't leave her cheeks. They had consummated their marriage. She was married to the King, who was a vampire, and the thought sinked in her mind.
"Did you ever think you would be married to a human before you met me?" asked Madeline to Calhoun who had moved his hand to trace his fingers on her arm.
"I didn't think I would be marrying anyone," replied Calhoun, a grin breaking through his lips, "After seeing what my mother went through, love wasn't exactly in my books. And marriage was non-existent."
"But you are the King, isn't it necessary for the person to marry? To produce an heir so that the land can continue to thrive under the same family's rule?" At least that is what Madeline knew or had heard from people. Even the previous King had married and tried to have his wife bear a male heir which fortunately or unfortunately didn't happen.
"I am not a human, Maddie. Especially, a vampire doesn't expect to have a bride unless it is of absolute requirement. Unlike the humans whose lives are fragile, we have many years ahead of us. I didn't plan to share the land with another person, because marriage in the royal families often ends up with some deal or treaties."
Madeline's eyebrows furrowed, and she asked, "Did that happen with Lucy?" It was because she knew Lucy liked Theodore. At the same thought, she wondered if something had transpired between Lucy and the man named Ethan.
Calhoun's eyes narrowed at the thought that Lucy had been married to the scum of a demon. It wasn't that he had anything against the demons as he was a demon himself, but it didn't sit well with him, of how good Samuel had concealed himself. After finding out about Samuel, Theodore had made a quick check about the Greville's family, something the previous King and the Queen had failed to do. Samuel was the adopted son of the Greville's.
"Yes, they did. Lucy's mother promised two mansions to the family, in return for marrying her daughter while also having the ownership of the ports that the Greville's once owned, which is now in Hawthrone's name," said Calhoun.
"Did you hear about her leaving the castle?" On Madeline's question, Calhoun nodded his head.
"She told me about it. She said the memories in here are too much for her to handle, and it will take time before she's able to live here again," explained Calhoun and it had her frown, "It is always the good things that haunt us in the end. Memories that you once cherished can turn stifling."
"Does Theodore know? That she's leaving?"
"He does. He was there when Lucy spoke about it," replied Calhoun, and he pulled her closer to wrap her in his arms. With his hand around her waist, and his chin settled on the top of her head, she felt him kiss her head before nuzzling her.
Madeline believed that Lucy still loved Theodore just as much as she had before she had got married to Samuel. Even though many years had passed since then and with Samuel who had been thrown out of the castle, Madeline wondered if Lucy felt the love had returned twice now. Maybe Lucy was holding back because she was worried about what people would think? She asked herself in her mind.
"Sleep, my sweet rose," whispered Calhoun, and Madeline's eyes slowly started to drift into dreamland.
Madeline fell into a deep sleep. Her worries temporarily washed away from her, where she dreamt of happiness with Calhoun. A life that they shared with children and smiles. And Calhoun soon fell asleep, where for once it was peaceful.
When morning arrived, the sun was still hidden heavily behind the dark clouds that had started to snow during the wake of the dawn. The fire in the fireplace had long been exhausted, and Calhoun who was awake had not bothered to fire it up again. With Madeline who had snuggled into his chest for warmth, he didn't want her to leave his side even for a moment. He had been anticipating her to say those words, yearning as he waited and now that she had finally said it, he was overjoyed by it. It was true that he hadn't foreseen to marry someone to secure the throne, but everything had changed when Madeline had stepped back into his life. Like every exception to a rule, to him, it was her.
During their sleep, one hand of Calhoun's had come to settle under her head which she used as a pillow, and another hand of his was wrapped around her waist. Her eyes were closed, her breathing calm as she continued to sleep in his arms. Last night had been beautiful and precious, and he couldn't wait to live the next coming days with her.
She was his, and he was hers in every possible sense, and he promised to keep her safe. Unable to resist, he kissed her forehead, and the light brush of his lips woke her up. Her eyes fluttered open, blinking before they came to settle on Calhoun's face, who was wide awake.
"Good morning," she wished him and saw Calhoun's lips broaden with a smile.
"Good morning. How was your sleep?" asked Calhoun before squeezing her in his arms out of bliss.
"It was good. Did you not sleep?" Madeline questioned because he looked fresh and wide awake while she could only imagine how she looked right now with her hair sticking out. And when she craned her neck up to meet his eyes, he kissed her.
"I did, but then I woke up when I heard the last wood in the fireplace fizzle out," answered Calhoun.
"Do you have dreams?" asked Madeline. After sharing their night, she felt closer to Calhoun, and she wanted to learn more things about him. She knew what he showed to the public, but she wondered if there was more than what she had discovered until now.
"We are the creatures of the night who don't have a shadow of our own, and mirrors that don't reflect us."
"But those are not true," stated Madeline, she had seen Calhoun's reflection in the mirror as well as his shadows, "Those are things that the villagers like to believe," and she saw Calhoun crack a grin.
"To answer your question, I don't have dreams. But I have heard Lucy dreaming about good things. She once even dreamt about where she had turned to a nun. This was when she wasn't married yet," Calhoun's hand moved to her back, and it started to trace lines, "Vampires often don't have dreams. It is very rare and maybe only the happy souls, who don't have blood and guilt on their hands and mind."
Was Calhoun saying he had too much blood and guilt in him? She knew he had killed a lot of people in the past. That he had been bringing dead people home, who had wronged his mother, "What do you feel guilty about?" her eyes looked at him questioningly.
Calhoun took a second more than usual and he answered, "Sometimes I am plagued by the thought of what if's. If I had not killed my mother to end her sufferings, what if she would have pulled through from her sickness. If she would have continued to live." Madeline placed her hand on the side of his face.
"But what if she didn't pull through? She would have only deteriorated further. You did, what you felt was right back then," said Madeline. She had heard from Lady Rosamund of how Calhoun was responsible for his mother's death because he had killed his mother with his very own hands, and it was true. She noticed how his eyes looked back at hers, slightly hollow in there and she said, "You helped her, Cal. It takes courage to kill someone whom you love dearly." It must have been hard for him in the past, to do something like that.
"Hm," responded Calhoun. He took hold of her hand on his face, placing one finger of his on hers. He stretched them one after another as they moved in sync before he clasped her hand in his to bring it to his lips and kiss her hand, "You are truly an angel in the purest form," he murmured under his breath.
Madeline saw Calhoun play with her fingertips, bringing them to his lips to kiss each one of them, "And you're the demon," she smiled.
Madeline felt happier than how she felt a few days ago. Even with danger lurking in the corners, waiting to strike, she felt like her heart was going to burst out with the way it felt right now. Hate had turned to love, the pain had turned to pleasure, and the tears that had once spilt from her eyes had changed to a faint smile.
When she felt the cold run down her body, making her shiver, Calhoun leaned forward to capture her lips with his own, kissing her to wake the sensations she had felt last night. He heard the hitch in her heart, when his hand went inside the covers and between her legs. When he pulled away, her parted lips, whispered,
"Cal…" her body started to melt on Calhoun's touch.
"How do you feel?" asked Calhoun, his eyes on hers, watching her, "You must be feeling sore," he hummed. She saw his tongue run across from one fang to another, and at the same time, he gently brushed his finger on her wet folds.
Her body trembled at the sight of how he looked at her like she was the most delicious meal of his day, "A little sore," she answered with a gasp. Her hand came to fall on his shoulder, holding him, "AH….!" she cried when his digit slipped in, reminding her of the passionate night they had, "It's only m-morning…"
"Love knows no boundaries, my sweet rose, nor does one look at the time. Let the world burn down, while I will continue to worship you with everything I know and have," he said while watching her face fill itself with need and want.
He let her get accustomed with his finger again, before he turned her body, putting one leg of hers over his while he rolled himself, filling her whole again and Madeline's eyes rolled back with her back arching. Calhoun's movements were slow, and it made it easier for her to take him without the pain being too apparent as it was replaced by pleasure.
Her hands immediately went to hold on to his shoulders, his eyes on hers. Her inhibitions had been dropped away a few hours ago, and she craned her neck towards him. Without her having to ask, Calhoun leaned forward to kiss her on her parted mouth where whimpers had been escaping from.
After the initial few seconds that started slow, his movements began to pick its pace and Madeline felt every thrust fill her with pleasure until they both climaxed.
"Why do I feel like I just can't get enough of you," he whispered as he still hovered above her, "Let me have you again, my sweet rose."
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Was it planned?- Part 2
By the time Calhoun had finally decided to get him and her out of bed with reluctance, Madeline felt like her soul had indeed slipped out of her body and entered heaven. The first three times they made-love she remembered, but after that, she had lost the ability to think. Her body trembled, and her lips left a couple of sighs, cry's of her calling his name over and over again that echoed in their quiet room.
Calhoun had left Madeline more than satisfied. She was floating in the clouds as he carried her into the bath and helped her wash her body that was surprisingly warm even though it was the time of the winter. Spending some more time in the bath, talking to each other before they finally left the room dressed for the day.
The entered the dining room, which was located in another room that was modified to accommodate all the guests with a long table and chairs. People in there had stood up from their seats on the arrival of the King and the Queen to greet them.
"Good morning to the King and the Queen!" greeted people at the table.
Madeline sat right next to Calhoun, a place she was given since she had started to live in the castle.
"It's so good to see my nephew with his wife. Especially one that is so beautiful," chimed Monique, raising a glass to toast at the newly married couple, "As a wedding gift, I have gotten one of the mansions rebuilt for it to be at your disposal."
Seeing Lady Monique present the King with a gift, another relative who was not too far away from Calhoun's father's side, said, "I have something for the Queen." The woman snapped her fingers at her standing lady who followed the vampiress everywhere she went. The standing lady was a young-looking vampiress, who walked around to where Madeline sat, and she bowed her head before presenting a box to the Queen. When the box was opened, Madeline caught sight of ruby red stones glittering under the candles' light.
"Oh my! Lady Aubree, that is a beautiful wedding gift," commented one of the vampiress at the table.
"Isn't that one of the rare pieces of Hanima?" said a man at the table on seeing the rare piece of jewellery that had many stones in it.
Calhoun looked slightly surprised at the sight of it.
"I was able to acquire it from a merchant, and I got it polished again. My Queen," said Lady Aubree, addressing Madeline to gain her attention, "It is told that it once belonged to Queen of Hanima. A small land that used to be rich in rare stones."
Curiosity in her eyes, Madeline asked, "What happened to the Queen?"
"She was killed brutally," Calhoun deadpanned, leaving the room silent.
"Killed?" asked Lady Aubree, "I was told that the Queen had fallen sick."
"And do you know when she fell sick, Lady Aubree?" Calhoun's eyes narrowed, and he raised his hand for the servant to place the box of jewellery in his hand, "It was soon after she wore it. She fell ill in health, unable to get out of bed. She spewed blood, who almost looked corpse-like before breathing her last breath."
Madeline wondered why it felt like she knew what effects the necklace would bring if she were to wear it? Her eyes went back to look at the vampiress who looked like she didn't know much about the neckpiece.
Some of the High House members like Lilith and Weasley had stayed back in the castle. Lilith had been waiting to see Madeline try out the piece of jewellery so that it could unleash Madeline's powers in front of others. This way, the girl would be executed for being a harmful creature, that was worse than a werewolf.
Lady Aubree stuttered, "M-My King, I made sure to have a good check before buying it from the merchant. He said whatever curse had been placed was lifted from it. It is just a piece of beautiful jewellery."
But Calhoun didn't look pleased with his far relative's words, "Guards, take her to the dungeon." It had been barely ten minutes since they had entered the dining room and many people's blood turned cold at the King's order, "Did you think I would overlook your actions that might cause harm to the Queen."
Even Madeline looked slightly alarmed. While looking at the vampiress, her eyes fell on Lilith, who was looking straight at her with concentration, the look in her eyes as if Madeline was beneath her.
When the guards arrived at her side, the woman said, "Milord! I would never bring any harm to the Queen. I was only wanting to present a gift today, something that might be memorable-" Aubree's pleading words were interrupted by Calhoun,
"By killing her?" came his dull voice as he stared at the vampiress. The vampiress's eyes turned wide, and she quickly shook her head.
"It was never my intention to do it-"
"Who was the merchant who sold it to you?" Calhoun demanded, and the woman didn't know what to say, "I will show you why," and he called one of the servants who was still in the room, "Wear this."
And before the neckpiece could be worn by the servant, Madeline stopped Calhoun, "Don't," she whispered, shaking her head. She had seen the side effects on both him and her, but at the same time, something clicked in her mind. She turned to look at the woman to ask, "From whom did you get it? The necklace."
Everyone's eyes fell on the vampiress who stood there in fear. All she had wanted to do was gift the Queen and have a better relationship with Madeline. Who knew it would cost her neck! She bowed her head deep down and answered, "It was from the market that is situated not too far away from the closest port from here. It was from a man named Elias. I can take you to him! I swear, I would never do anything to harm the royal family!"
And Monique who had been watching and listening to the conversation, said, "I wonder how many times one has uttered those words only to be found guilty." Monique stood up and then turned to look at Madeline, "My Queen, it would be best if you don't wear anything from people unless it is tested on others. Be it clothes, necklaces or perfumes. Now that you are the Queen, it would be better to take care of yourself as many will want you dead."
Madeline felt uneasy by Monique's words, but she nodded in agreement, "Let her go free," she whispered to Calhoun, speaking about the woman named Aubree. It didn't look like the lady had anything to do with the gift except for wanting to give it to her, punishing innocent people didn't sit well with her. Calhoun gave a hard stare before dismissing the guards and Aubree felt like she had been granted another life.
After the not so peaceful breakfast, Madeline took hold of Calhoun's hand and pulled him to an empty corridor where it was just them, "Is something the matter or did you pull me to a lonely corridor to steal a kiss from me?" asked Calhoun.
"I wanted to ask about your mother," said Madeline, her voice anxious.
Calhoun tilted his head with a questioning gaze.
She then said, "It is because people don't often throw up blood. Is it possible that someone tried to poison her? Similar to the chain?" What if Calhoun's mother had not died out of disease, but someone had intentionally tried to kill her?
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