A Forbidden Taking (8 page)

“Take
off your panties for me. I would see you bare too.”

Lying
onto her back Megan took off her panties and then what was left of her pants. They
hung in tatters from her fingers until she tossed them in the direction Beau had
his shirt. Next came her socks and shoes, both flying across the room without a
thought to where they landed. When she lay before him naked she looked up at
him.

“You.
Take them off. I want to see you now.” Megan watched as he did as she asked.

Sliding
the denim down over his hips she couldn’t drag her eyes away from what he was
showing her. Lean abs above the waistband of the pants, dark hair, and hipbones
muscled with his skin smooth over them. When he pulled his pants lower she
could see his cock as it emerged. The dark head and long shaft seemed to leap
from his body, thick and hard. She sat up to run her fingers along him. Beau stood
perfectly still while she explored him, his pants forgotten at this thighs.

He
was harder than she expected, yet smooth at her touch. She watched mesmerized
as a drop of cream-colored cum gathered on the tip and before she could think
about what she was doing, Megan leaned forward and licked. His moan had her
looking up at him.

"
Ne vous arrêtez pas, mon amour.
S'il vous plaît
, prends-moi
dans votre bouche
.
" Megan had never been so happy she’d taken French
for three semesters in her entire life. She did just as he’d asked. She didn’t
stop and she took him into her mouth.

~~~

Beau felt his eyes roll to the
back of his head as Megan wrapped her mouth around his cock. He wanted to bury
himself deep inside of her, but could no more pull away from her now even if
the sun was beating down on his head. Wrapping his hand into her hair he gently
guided her on how to please him even as he wanted to take her hard and fast.

Looking down at her and what she
was doing Beau watched as his cock moved in and out of her mouth, her cheeks
hollow and then full with him inside. He was large, he knew, but what she
couldn’t take inside her small hand covered the rest. Up and down, in and out,
he knew at this rate he wouldn’t last much longer. Feeling her hand slide up
his thigh and cup his balls Beau surged forward. His need to fuck her like this
overpowered all reason as he pumped into her wet mouth. When she moaned he felt
it race along his cock and curl around his balls. Wrapping his fingers into her
hair he pulled her back and, with a soft pop, his cock was free of the most
incredible erotic place he’d ever been. He knew her pussy would be better.

“Lay back, love. I will not be
able to be gentle this time. I regret that I will not be able to savor as I
wish, but you have put me into a state of animal lust to have you.”

Before she could answer Beau pulled
his pants off with dizzying speed and then waited for her to lay back. She was
magnificent.

Her breasts were full and rounded;
her nipples were a dusty rose color that made him think of ripe berries. Her
waist was small, so small that he was sure he could span it with his hands and
touch them together. Hips flared out and framed her pretty pussy.

Megan’s tight curls beckoned him;
they were wet with her need, her thighs covered in her cream. As much as he
wanted to pound into her he needed to taste, to drink from her nectar. Dropping
to his knees before her he opened her legs wider so that he could settle
between them.

“Beau?” Not wanting her to tell
him she didn’t want him this way he leaned forward and licked her from gate to
clitoris.

She tasted of ambrosia, sweet
honey, and cream; warm and spicy to his tongue. Sliding his fingers into her
depths Beau suckled her clit into his mouth and laved it with his tongue. He
was rewarded with more of her. Liquid poured from her and over his fingers, his
hand soaked with her juices. Fucking her with his tongue and fingers Beau felt
her tighten around him, her climax imminent. He needed that, her taste as she
came. Inserting another then another finger into her, stretching her for his
cock, he pressed the little finger of his free hand over the little rosebud of
her ass. She surged up off the bed, her climax screaming from her throat.

Still covered in her juices, hot
from her pussy, Beau stood. He could wait no longer to be inside of her. Crawling
up her body and between her thighs Beau entered her hard and fast. Her body
tight, gripped him, strangled his cock. Moving slowly he pulled out to the tip
then rocked into her again, hardly noticing when her nails dug into his arms,
drawing blood.

“Bite me. Take from my heart. Please,
mon amour
, now.”

She
licked the pounding skin over his heart, his cock filled with his cum. When she
licked the second time, then a third, he growled deep in his throat. Before he
could demand that she finish him she sank her teeth deep into his chest. His climax
roared through his body and poured into hers. Grabbing her wrist Beau bit her
too, bringing her blood pounding at her vein into his mouth and bringing her
body to another climax.

Wave
after wave of his climax rolled through him. Twice then a third time he came. Never
had he been able to perform like this. His body seemed to have a mind of its
own until, finally, he could do nothing more than drop onto Megan, his body
depleted of all energy. Thankfully, at the last moment he was able to roll to
his side, pulling her with him. His last thought before exhausted sleep took
him was that they were truly mated and bonded.

~Chapter 9~

Megan
woke sometime after one in the morning. It took her several terror-filled
seconds to realize the body next to hers wasn’t anyone she had hurt. Then a few
more tense seconds to remember where she was. Not that she knew actually, only
that Beau had brought her here. Moving carefully, she got up from the bed. Knowing
that looking for her clothes was futile she went to the open suitcase sitting
on a chest at the foot of the bed. She pulled out the first shirt-looking thing
she could find and pulled it on. She was finishing the last button as she
opened the door.

She
was in a sublevel somewhere. There were small lights along a corridor that
lined the long hallway. She noticed that there were several other doors as she
went; all of them had a key pad outside of them. She wondered if that was there
to keep people in or out, but dismissed it as none of her business. Moving
toward the stairs she was amazed at how lovely everything was.

Megan
emerged in a dark room with a door. She could see light just under it and could
hear voices. Knocking because she didn’t have a clue where she was, she opened
the door to a kitchen.

“Well
fuck me, this can’t be good,” Megan said softly. There at the table sat the
Master Dingdong and Mrs. MacManus. The little man from earlier was there, as
well as a human woman.

“It’s
nice to see you too,” Dingdong said with a smile. “Have a seat. Does Beau know
you left him?”

She
didn’t sit. “Why should he care? I have to go to work. Can you tell me how I
get back to where I was? I need to change first.”

Dingdong
looked at the woman and then back at her. Megan wasn’t sure she liked that look
and moved toward the door. She knew that she was going to need to make her
escape as best she could. He stopped her when he spoke.

“I’ve
finally figured out why I can’t control you, Megan Reed. You don’t believe that
I’m anything more than...what is it you call me?”

Shrugging,
she answered, “Master Dingdong. I don’t listen to you because you
aren’t
going to control me, not that I don’t allow you to. I would like to leave. So
unless you have some other tidbits of wisdom you’d like to impart, I’m leaving.”

“The
man who is following you won’t stop. He feels that you have taken something
from him and he means to get his payment. You will be killed if he decides that
is what he wants. If you aren’t where Beau or I can protect—”

Megan
turned to Aaron, cutting him off. “So what? I offered to die for him. Why
should that be any concern of either of you? Back the fuck off. I live
and
die by my own choice.” She opened the door and went out. She wanted to slam it,
but didn’t want to break the glass. It would be just like the Dingdong to make
her pay for that too. She moved down the drive and toward the gate. She kept
moving at her fast pace and didn’t even break stride when she leapt over it
without a thought to what she was doing. Megan was nearly a mile from the gate
when she stopped and looked back. It was just one more thing she wasn’t going
to think about. Not today and just maybe not ever.

Master
MacManus was going to drive her insane, she knew it. He seemed to think that
she belonged to him in a way that scared her. For a few minutes back there she
actually found herself wanting…no, needing, to do just what he’d said. In one
of the many books she’d read on vampires she’d come across the word compulsion.
Now she wondered if that was more fact than fiction. Before she knew it she was
at the cave.

She
had a few clothes. She was grateful that there were a few stores open on her
schedule. She had gotten some things, most of them actually, from her apartment
before they had kicked her out for nonpayment of rent. She leaned down and
looked at the photo album that had been one of the things she’d gotten on her
first trip there.

Megan
hadn’t opened it yet. She didn’t know if she ever would. Her family must miss
her; she certainly missed them. She had gone to see them the first few nights
after she’d finally figured out what she was. Even then she didn’t tell them. She
simply told them that she was going away for awhile, that she needed a long
rest after so much school. They believed her, had even given her some money to
take with her. “An early graduation gift,” her daddy had told her. That, too,
still lay near the album.

Pulling
on a pair of jeans and a shirt and shoes she left Beau’s shirt in the cave and
made her way to her job. It wasn’t a great job, but she got to be in a hospital
even if it wasn’t being a doctor. Her hours were from three in the morning
until five-thirty. When she got there a little before two Thomas let her start
to work.

Thomas
Reilly was a vampire. He was a nice man and he seemed to love what he was
doing. But he was overworked and as far as she knew, was doing an excellent job
of putting wolves and other creatures together. All Megan got to do was clean
up after each surgery. He was sitting in one of the high-back swivel chairs
when Megan went in a room to mop up. She nearly turned and left, but he
motioned her to come in.

“I’m
about done here. Come in and talk to me a minute or two while you clean up.” He
turned in the chair and looked at her. “You gonna ever tell me your real name?”

When
she had come by to apply for the job she’d told the office that her name was
“Jane Doe.” No one had said anything and had even hired her. Well, after she’d
made a pest of herself over the next several weeks.

She
shrugged. “Nope. It wasn’t important when you hired me, it’s not now either.” She
squeezed out the water from the mop and set it near the counter. “Besides, why
do you care? I’m doing a good job, aren’t I?”

“Yes.
Yes, you are. But I can’t help but think you might be a little over qualified
for this job. You smell different tonight. Something you wanna tell me?”

“Nope.”
After she got all the towels and other paraphernalia cleaned up she moved the
bed and the equipment to one side and began to sweep up. After that she dipped
the mop in the bucket and after getting it good and saturated, she began to
mop.

“I
thought so. I have a case I’m having problems with. I’m going to bounce the
situation off you. You can just listen. I do better when I can do that. I have
a woman whose hubby, for lack of a better term, is trying to impregnate her. He’s
not having any luck, mind you, but he keeps trying. I’m thinking he’s shooting
blanks. Can’t be sure about that because he won’t come in for testing. I’ve
thought about having her bring in a sample, but that…well, that just sounds
deceitful to me.”

Megan
answered before she thought. “He needs to have no sex and wait for her to
become fertile. It’ll build up a more viable spermatozoon count.” As soon as
the words left her mouth she knew she’d been trapped. Dropping the mop she
turned to look at the doctor. He didn’t laugh at her, nor did he crack a smile.
He just stared at her.

“I
thought you were a nurse. But you’re a doctor.” Thomas crossed his arms over
his chest. “I had my suspicions that first week when you told the nurse that
she needed to gather blood gases for that heart attack patient. Then two days
ago you helped a nurse out when she was trying to remember the type of surgery
that had been performed on her brother. Thoracotomy isn’t a common word, nor is
it a common procedure you heard here, especially when weres and vamps don’t get
any disease that would cause the removal of a cancer to the lung.”

Megan
looked at the door and then back to the man. She was torn. Leave and not have a
job or stay and maybe have to explain herself? She didn’t know which was worse.

“You
can run, but not hide. I can smell a male on you. You’ve recently met your mate
if I’m not mistaken. Aaron MacManus either knows that you’re in his realm or he
will soon enough.”