A Forbidden Taking (10 page)

Megan started toward the door only
to be picked up again and, this time, tossed on the bed. Before she could
scramble off he was on top of her. His body felt really good there, but death,
or this regenerative sleep he called it, was pulling her down.

“I can’t fight you—”

“Good,” Beau said with a slight
chuckle. “That’ll be a nice change. Now maybe I can get some rest. You’ve been
blocking me. Why?”

She couldn’t answer. Her body was
slowly shutting down. Her eyes were heavy and her arms were leaden. Megan felt
him move her, adjust her on the bed, but she couldn’t make her body care enough
to fight him. The last thing she remembered was him kissing her forehead.

~Chapter 11~

Mel was in the kitchen when Sara
arrived. Duncan and Penny, the cook, were cooing over the new baby. Mel looked
radiant.

Mel was the Queen of Magick. She
was also Sara’s cousin. The two women had been friends for years and though Mel
lived in the Kingdom of Molavonta in another realm they got together as much as
possible. More so since the new baby had arrived.

“My turn.” Sara reached into the
small crib and pulled the little boy into her arms. “Oh my, you’re getting so
big, aren’t you, little guy?”

“He nurses like it’s his life’s
work. And poops. Why didn’t you tell me they only eat, sleep, and poop?” Sara
looked at Mel and smiled. She didn’t look the least bit upset by the duo of
babyhood.

“Eventually they will add to their
repertoire, but for now he’s building you up to bigger and better things he can
do.” Sara looked down at the infant in her arms.

Years ago Mel had been pregnant. Her
then mate, Sherman, had lured her into the sublevels of the castle. He set off
an explosion that rocked the castle and caused the death of several men and
women who were there to guard the queen. He also caused the loss of their
child. It took a number of years for Mel to finally begin to live again and a
few more before she met her true mate. Shamus was a true king to Mel’s queen. And
this baby was a result of that union.

Shamus James Phillip Xavier Keeper—though
the keeper part was just used when humans were around. It was an inside joke
between the women. Little Shamus was four months old and already showing signs
of being very talented and extremely well behaved. Sara loved him to
distraction. She looked up at Mel to tell her so and stopped. Something was
wrong. “Mel?”

At a quick shake of her head Mel
stood and took the baby from Sara. When he was in his crib a guard appeared and
stood next to him. Mel didn’t say a word to the man, but did look out the
window and then came back to the table.

“We have to talk. Is Aaron up
still?” They moved to the staircase as Mel spoke.

“Yes, he’s in his…you’re scaring
me. What is it? What’s happened? Shamus is all right, isn’t he? Oh please, Mel,
tell me.”

They had stopped on the stairs
just as Aaron came out of his study. He had felt her fear, Sara knew. As a
bonded and mated couple he would feel everything she did. She looked up at him
and he held out his hand to her. She went up the remaining steps to take it.
The need to be held by him washed over her.

“Let’s go inside there and close
the door.” Once they were in the office Mel continued. “Early this morning
something was released in the human realm. I’m not sure where it came from precisely.
By the time I felt it the thing was on the move. All I know is that its one
focus is to come here.”

Aaron pulled Sara onto his lap and
she snuggled deep into his chest. The man could hold her like this and suddenly
everything was all right. But now she could feel his fear as well.

“Do we know what, or should I ask
who, it’s coming for?” Sara looked at her mate and wondered what he knew. “And
can it be killed?”

“I…I don’t know the answer to the
first question. I think it’s a ‘who,’ female, but I can’t be sure who yet. As
for killing it? I’m not sure about that either. I can. But here, in this realm,
it’s hard to say what damage will be done or who it will harm on its way here. I
was hoping…I would like to see the ‘where’ and the ‘who’ of it first.”

“You want to see who sent it or
who it’s after? I can see the first part, but the second, aren’t you just
asking someone to be put in its path? Wouldn’t it be easier to kill this thing,
whatever it is, and then try to find out who sent it?” Sara shivered. This
thing was coming to her home.

“Oh I know who sent it. Samuel
Rome, a master vampire from somewhere out west. He helped create the thing
centuries ago. I was told he had destroyed it, but obviously not.” Mel got up
to pace. “It was once human, a man of great strength and power. But the power
corrupted him, destroyed his mind and his will to be anything but evil and a
killing machine. Samuel took the man and made him into this…this thing. From my
sources I’ve just learned that he kept it locked in the belly of the earth,
hidden away until now.”

Sara could see the hurt in Mel’s
face. “You knew the man before, didn’t you? The man who had the power, you knew
him.”

Mel sat down on the sofa and
looked at Sara, tears in her eyes. “Yes. He was a good friend long ago. Michael,
his name is…was Michael. We grew up together. His power even as a child was
amazing. He wasn’t a true immortal, but he had found ways…magical ways, to keep
himself young. Michael was the first boy I kissed, the first one who held my
hand. He was my friend.”

Sara went to her cousin and pulled
her into her arms. Mel was hurting and probably felt a little responsible for
what was going on. Sara looked over at Aaron who smiled softly at her.

“The person he is after is Megan, correct?
And this master, it’s more than likely the one I met the other night, the one I
felt in my realm?” Mel nodded to both Aaron’s questions. “I thank you for his
name, by the way. Now we have to figure out why her, why Megan? He wanted the
girl, said that she killed his child. He had to have known that she didn’t kill
her maker, a vampire can’t. So why now, why her, and most importantly, what can
she have that he wants badly enough to piss off the Queen of Magick?”

~~~

Beau woke first. Megan was still
lying in the same position he’d put her in early this morning. She was
beautiful awake, but more so in slumber. He moved the small strand of hair from
her soft cheek.

Her face was so smooth that Beau found
himself touching her again and again. The small slope of her nose fascinated
him with its sprinkle of freckles and the small bump in the middle. There was a
small scar on her lip, so tiny that he wouldn’t have noticed it unless he was
this close to her. He wondered where it had happened and then made a mental
note to ask her sometime. Her full lips begged to be sampled. Running his thumb
over them he found himself leaning down to taste them when he caught himself.
He wanted to explore her first and kissing her would more than likely wake her.
Grinning he continued something he knew that, once she was awake, he wouldn’t
be able to enjoy.

Beau knew that her eyes were soft;
the color was so pale they made him want to beg her to open them for him. He
wanted to see them again full of passion. The most he’d been able to view them
was in anger and she did that very well. Looking down at her body he marveled
at her size. When she was next to him, standing or lying down as she was now,
she was so small, tall but tiny in frame. Her breasts he knew, were small but
full and her nipples a dusty rose color that made him want to strip her down to
see them again. He shifted closer and decided that he had waited long enough to
taste her.

Beau gently touched his mouth to
hers. Then he moved down along her jaw as he opened the first button down the
front of her shirt. Kissing the exposed area as he opened more buttons he heard
her soft moan and was encouraged enough to slide his hand down along the front
of her jeans.

Her legs opened for him and he
cupped her femininity. Another moan and he covered her breast with his mouth,
soaking her shirt. Need coiled in his belly hard.

Opening her shirt all the way he
took her bare nipple in his mouth and suckled the tip, worrying it while he
rolled the other in his fingers. She moved closer to him and arched her back
toward his mouth. Beau rolled over her and settled between her legs. Looking up
at her face her eyes were wide open and dark with need.

“Please. I…don’t stop. You make me
feel…you make me feel.” Her voice was soft, but husky and warm.

Sitting up on his knees, still
between her legs, Beau pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the
floor beside the bed. He reached down, unsnapped her pants, and lowered the
zipper.

“I should make you pay for
blocking me, but I can’t. I need you too badly. Lift your bottom.” When she did
he pulled her pants and panties down her legs and moved to take them off
completely. “You are beautiful,
mon amie
.”

“I
don’t know what you mean by blocking you. You seem to be touching me. I don’t
understand. Oh yes, again.”

He
slid his finger inside of her and found she was wet and hot. He wanted to taste
her more this time, run his tongue deep inside of her. Moving back on the bed
he pressed his finger into her again until she was rising up off the bed with
her feet planted on the mattress.

Leaning
down, Beau buried his nose into the curve of her thigh. She smelled delicious. He
wanted to bite her there, take her blood while she came, but he needed to taste
her cream now, feel her come in his mouth.

Sliding
in and out of her Beau suckled her clit into his mouth and groaned with her
taste. Her essence was what he craved; the taste of her was more than he could
have hoped for.

Moving
his finger, he slid his tongue deep inside of her, fucking her with it like he
would soon be doing with his cock. When her fingers wound in his hair he felt
her press him closer to her. Sliding his hands under her he tilted her up so
that he could take more of her into him and touch a part of her he wanted to be
inside of almost as much as her pussy.

Her
ass was tight; the puckered place was so tight he knew that she had never had a
man there before. He was happy to be the first and the last. Pressing his thumb
hard against it Beau was rewarded with a gush of hot cream for his effort.
Megan moaned and tightened her thighs against his head. He wanted her to come,
come hard and now. He tried reaching out to her on their mental pathway and
found it blocked again. Lifting his head he looked up at her. “Come,
bébé
,
come now.”

Her
scream of release was loud. He could feel her body tighten and then shatter as
he took her again and again with his mouth. Sliding a finger into her ass and one
into her pussy she came again. Beau could barely keep up with the copious
amount of juices that poured from her body. When she was coming down again, her
body jerking, he moved up her body and slid into her.

Beau knew
he wouldn’t last. He wanted to mark her again, taste her as he had before. When
she slid her tongue along his pounding pulse at his throat he nearly came just
from that. He wanted her throat, wanted to feel her hot blood pour down the
back of his throat. Tilting her head, he was surprised by the bite of her fangs
as they sank into him. His cock exploded inside of her; his climax roared out
of him and deep into her. Lifting her wrist to his mouth, Beau bit, lust making
him not careful with what he was doing. His bite was hard and he felt the vein
rupture and blood spurt in him mouth. Clamping his mouth over the fresh wound, Beau
drank greedily and long. He came again, pouring all of him into her body. He
dropped his considerable weight onto her and then, with the last of his
strength, he rolled to his side, taking her with him.

Neither
of them slept this time. He lay there thinking of her ability to block him and
held her to him. He knew she wasn’t asleep. He could feel her fingers playing
with the hair on his chest. He captured her hand when she made her way down his
body toward his cock.

“
Non
,
love. I am exhausted and we need to talk. You need to explain to me why you
have not told me about you being a doctor and why you continue to block me.” He
wanted her again and wondered if there would ever be a time when he didn’t. She
was more than he had bargained for, yet exactly what he wanted in a mate. Well,
sexually, that is.

“You
keep saying that, that I’m blocking you. I don’t know what you mean. Blocking
you from what?” Megan sat up and rested her chin on her hand, which was on his
chest.

“Your
mind. We should be able to talk, hear each other’s thoughts through our connection,
the blood bond. But you are keeping me out. Why is that when I could help you
with your needs?”

She
sat up and sat cross-legged next to him. He was disappointed when she pulled
the sheet over her lap, but he couldn’t complain when she left her breasts bare
for him. He rolled to his side and didn’t bother with his own nudity. He wanted
her again and didn’t care if she could see that.

“You
mean some sort of telepathy? I don’t know what…that Dingdong person, MacManus,
he did it. That night he took my blood.” Beau didn’t like that Aaron had taken
from her, but was cut off before he could reply. “He cut me with my own knife
and then took this tiny little bit of my blood and put it on his tongue. That’s
how he talked to me, huh?”

Beau knew
that she was very unaware of what she was, but it seemed no one had taught her
even the basics of being a vampire. He had to think back on how Kyle had told
him then realized that the two of them, Megan and himself, were both orphans of
a sort.