“Pleasure to see the two of you again.” she stated in an overly friendly tone, used on people she particularly loathed. She took note of the other man, Esme and the two pack members who slipped from the shadows to sniff at the wolf-witch like she was a particularly tasty morsel.
She glared heatedly when Esme referred to her as a “bitch”, clearly recognizing the double meaning. She bit her tongue in an effort to be civilized. It wouldn’t do to offend her mate’s cousin that way.
As Esme walked away, she muttered something under her breath and not a moment later, Juliette collapsed to the ground. Elvira stared down at the prone form with a raised eyebrow.
“Drama queen.” she muttered, dismissing Juliette with a toss of her head.
She returned her gaze to her mate, touching his cheek gently to bring his attention back to her. “I’m returning to our rooms for breakfast and maybe a light nap, darling. I’m quite famished and a slight bit tired after last night. Join me when you wish, for I shall miss your company while you are gone.” She kissed him once more before slipping around him, trailing her fingers across the exposed skin of his chest beneath his robe. She returned to the second floor of the estate without another word.
But once she was out of their view, she smirked.
Life was about to become a lot more interesting.
Main Foyer ~ Esme’s Rooms
~August looked up at the enchanting woman. She spoke in a language that was not unfamiliar to him yet he had not heard since the Baron.
He didnt betray he understood the speech however he quietly watched the scene. The two strange men seemed to enjoy her minstrations but were lost as he thought to himself. He felt as if in part he was half awake. He knew he wanted her, yet he knew she was also dangerous and not someone to ne trifled with. She ordered him to follow and he blithely followed her command. He was learning their ways. He wasnt sure all of them were like him here. So far they were all wolves, he wasnt sure they could shift into mnay forms and he wasnt yet ready to share that secret with everyone. He kept that to himself, a secret he might need he felt in the future.
Following quickly behind her he let himself be led up the staircase towards her apartments
unsure of what she might have in store for him next.~
The Count was not amused by the antics of his cousin. A blatant display of the very reason he regarded her as the pack slut, when two of her muscle bound subs crawled out of the shadows and sniffed her like she was on the menu. Virgo remained emotionless, as he returned his gaze back to Edward, and his female. The last thing he needed was drama between his mate, and that of the love of the new pup. If there was any chance that Elvira was made to feel uncomfortable within the grounds of his estate, he would not hold back in making sure she knew her place. He was about to issue a directive to Ed and Juliette, when he felt the warmth of Elvira’s fingers upon his cheek. This brought him to turn his head slowly to her, gazing down with a renewed smile. If she listened closely, she would hear the satisfied grunt as he exhaled through his nostrils. There was no mistaking he had eyes for only one woman, and it was Elvira.
“I’m returning to our rooms for breakfast and maybe a light nap, darling. I’m quite famished and a slight bit tired after last night. Join me when you wish, for I shall miss your company while you are gone.”
Hearing her desire for him to join her back upstairs only made him want to race her up the stairs. He was famished himself, but not for food. The Count simply couldn’t get enough of Elvira. “I’ll be up shortly. Ring the bell for the meals to be brought up, and I will join you.” They shared a parting kiss, where he unashamedly reached for her right breast, and squeezed it, before flicking her pert nipple. A smug look as she ascended the stairs, and he turned his attention back on his “guests”.
But when Esme left the scene, she had done something, said something, that caused Juliette to collapse in a heap on the floor. Snorting in annoyance he barked for the guards to help carry the young demon to a chamber already fitted out for Edward and his woman. “I hope this is not the start of melodramatics, Edward. Go care for your woman. Follow the guards.” With that, the Count went to head upstairs, and left the couple to their devices.
On reaching his own chambers, he opened the door, and strolled in, taking off his robe, and then smiling at Elvira. “Now that is out of the way…we can eat.” He then started to stalk her across the room. “Or I can…”
Elvira was lazing in bed, snacking on some grapes the servants had left. She was still in her robe and had no excuse to undress as she enjoyed her breakfast.
“Is everything to your satisfaction, M’Lady?” one of the servants asked as he poured her a glass of wine. He was also shamelessly oogling her body but she was ignoring that fact, something that quite shocked her.
“Everything is fine, but you would be wise to remove your eyes from my personage before I remove them from your head.” she growled. He quickly averted his gaze, just as Virgo entered the room. The servant bowed to him before quickly leaving. He didn’t want to bring the wrath of his alpha upon his head, assuming incorrectly that she wouldn’t say something.
Virgo took off his robe, standing before her with a smile that made her whole body throb. “Now that is out of the way…we can eat.” He then started to stalk her across the room. “Or I can…”
Her whole body hummed as he came toward her. She held up a strawberry, covered in cream. “Breakfast, M’Lord. You should try the strawberries. They’re so…lucious.” she purred, putting the fruit to her mouth and slowly licking the cream from the tip.
The Count landed on the bed beside Elvira, as she was licking the cream off a strawberry. Oh she knew how to tease. He actually found it rather endearing, and wrinkled up his nose at the idea of eating a strawberry. It just wasn’t what he had in mind.
The Count did have questions however. The new pup, Edward. Virgo could not help but forget the way Elvira danced with him at the ball, and this was going to come up sooner or later. Propping himself on his elbow, he watched her feast on the morning fruits, and then asked her;
“Is there anything I need to know about the one known as Edward?”
He asked this with a serious expression. The idea they would be under the same roof, and at any time would turn his lust on Elvira would be the last time he took a breath. The Count was never more serious in his life about anything. Even if the pup claimed to love Juliette, he had been a blood doll before, so sex was big on his mind, no doubt.
“I am the Alpha, and if he challenges me whether it be for control of the pack….or you, I will kill him.”
He made himself comfortable on the bed beside her and she crawled into his arms, resting her cheek upon his chest. Instantly her mind calmed as she breathed in his scent, unique only to him and sighed with contentment.
“Is there anything I need to know about the one known as Edward?” he asked out of the blue. Frowning, she moved so she could see his face, noticing his expression was serious. She lay her head upon the pillow as she could practically feel the thoughts running through his mind.
He was worried. About them, and their new relationship.
She found this an endearing trait in him and knew she had to reassure him that she was his and his alone. She had no designs to be with anyone else, now or in the future.
“I am the Alpha, and if he challenges me whether it be for control of the pack….or you, I will kill him.”
She moved in close and kissed him lovingly, tenderly, brushing her thumb across his cheek.
“He means nothing to me, My Lord and Mate. He asked for my company to the ball to make Juliette jealous. I was going to decline at first, but I do so enjoy annoying her to no end. And if you must know, he went searching for her shortly after that first dance. I lost track of him until you…changed him…I didn’t see him again until Father’s funeral, but by then, I was firmly by your side. He’s devoted to her and she to him, pathetic as it may seem. But I don’t trust either one of them as far as I can throw them.”
She snuggled back into his arms, listening to his steady heartbeat beneath her ear. “I am completely yours. Mind, body, soul and heart.” she repeated with absolute conviction, running her fingers back and forth across his chest.
The Count was much larger than Elvira, so when she snuggled up to him, it was almost like he was cradling her against him. Large arms enveloping, drawing her head to his chest. Resting on a pile of pillows and silken sheets, this was a comfortable place and nowhere else did the Count wish to be. He could have taken her again, but he had serious matters pressing his mind. Questions that involved his standing in the pack, and his place in Elvira’s heart.
He asked questions pertaining to the young pup, Edward and this was when Elvira drew back, so she could look him dead in the eyes to reassure him. Their relationship was still so new, and he had much he wanted to learn of her, but of course, it was only natural he gauged Edward as a potential threat.
“He means nothing to me, My Lord and Mate. He asked for my company to the ball to make Juliette jealous.”
“Did he now? Fool. To use another to make them jealous. Does he not know the true meaning of love?”
He had to wonder what it was that drove Edward to do such a thing. The more he listened, the more he realized there was no love lost between Juliette and Elvira. This could lead to tensions under his roof. He could foresee possible dangers in the future no doubt, but he was going to be swift and brutal in laying down the law. There was no mistaking that.
When she snuggled back into his arms, he started to nuzzle the top of her head, his hands wandering up and down her back. He made sounds that were husky and pleasurable, as she reassured him.
“I am completely yours. Mind, body, soul and heart.”
That was all he needed to hear. Drawing her closer to him, he used his finger under her chin, to tip her head up, and he kissed her. It was slow, almost like he was savoring the moment, enjoying the taste of her tongue, and the heat of his body would travel lower. She tasted like wild strawberries and cream, and he rather taste it from her lips, then eat the real thing.
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He pulled her closer, tilting her chin up so that he could kiss her. This kiss was so unlike their previous kisses. It was sensual to be sure, but there was more of a romantic quality to it, as if he were holding the moment in his heart. She smiled into this kiss, drawing back after a few moments and simply resting within his embrace.
There was a comfortable silence between them.
“I should probably go home and assure everyone I’m alive and well. I didn’t leave under the best of conditions last night.” she sighed into the quiet of the room. “Sally’s probably frantic and there’s no telling what Bart or my mother and sister are thinking about now. But I don’t wish to leave you. Our bond is still so new. I feel I would be sick if I were to leave now.”
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“I should probably go home and assure everyone I’m alive and well. I didn’t leave under the best of conditions last night.”
The Count eyed her as she said this. He knew that this was probably the responsible and respectable thing to do. But part of him simply didn’t want to let her go either. Wordlessly, he bent his head down, and started to lick at the claim mark that was fresh upon her skin. In a way, this was a natural reaction, for a wolf anyways. Like he was trying to remind her, that he had claimed her, and that no matter where she went, no matter who she spoke to, he would be in the back of her mind.
He truly had to fight his own urges, and then he released her slowly, allowing her a chance to get up from where they lay, and go to get dressed for the ride back to the Roxburg estate. If she were to get up and dress, he would prop himself up again, and watch her, memorizing her beautiful curves, the way her hair tumbled down her back, the rounded shape of her ass. Such beauty that had him so captivated.
“Take my carriage, it is at your disposal. As soon as you have finished your visit, come home to me.” It was not a simple request. He was her lord, her mate…her wolf.
Juliette’s presence at his back reassured Esme of this, and she kept from going any farther. Good. However, just as he was about to continue his conversation with the Count, he could hear Esme’s voice, words spilling from her lips, though he could not understand what was said. Then, everything happened in what seemed like an hour. He felt Juliette’s grip over him fall, and he rose his brow, as this brought some surprise to him. Then came the thud, and he turned immediately to find his beloved on the floor, her amulet glowing brightly and he could feel the demoness within her struggling to break free. He didn’t take the time to wonder what had happened as he fell to the floor and lifted her into his arms with remarkable speed.
He heard no other sound, as he studdied his beloved’s limp form. He couldn’t understand what had happened. As they were bonded, the two could feel what each other were feeling, see into each other’s minds, and yet, now, he saw nothing. Now, he felt nothing. It was as if she were dead, yet, he could feel the faintest breath escaping her nostrils, feel the slightest rise of her chest as he placed his hand over it. Only the Count’s next words actually made it through to him. “”I hope this is not the start of melodramatics, Edward. Go care for your woman. Follow the guards.” despite that, he didn’t acknowledge the man who spoke them. He lifted his eeys, and two large guards stood before him, waiting him to stand. So, Edward lifted Juliette into his arms tenderly, and followed the guards.
The guards opened the door to the finely decorated room for Edward, and shut it as sson as the new wolf entered. Edward moved the bed, and gently laid his beloved’s body on it, covering her with the quilts and sheets upon it. He moved a chair directly beside her, and sat, his eyes laying ove rher form. He spoke no word, made no move, as he simply stared, watching her for any sign of further life, for any sign that she would wake up or enter more peril.
The Count’s carriage returned Elvira with Sally in tow. Virgo must have told some to expect her return for there were servants waiting to retrieve her belongings as she stepped from the carriage.
“Welcome back, M’Lady.” Virgo’s longtime manservant, Gerald bowed to her.
“Thank you, Gerald. This is my lady’s maid, Sally Otterburn. Please see to it she has quarters and let all know that if any harm should come to her, they will answer to me.” Sally looked severely worried about that proclamation.
“I will place her in the rooms adjacent to my own in His Lordship’s wing of the estate where you both reside. And she shall have my personal protection.” Gerald stated, winking at Sally. Elvira smirked as Sally blushed to the roots of her hair.
“Gerald, where can I find him?” Elvira wondered as they went inside.
“He is in the gardens, Lady Elvira. I believe he’s shooting clay targets. He would be most pleased to see you have returned.”
“Thank you. I will call for you if I need you, Sally.”
“Are you sure I am safe here?” Sally asked, looking worried again.
“Sally, you are under Virgo’s personal protection as servant to his mate. No harm shall come to you.” Elvira reassured her. Sally nodded, knowing Elvira wouldn’t have said it if it wasn’t true. She followed Gerald up the stairs as Elvira turned toward the gardens.
She found him right where Gerald said he would be. She watched him for a few moments as he called for the clays to be shot into the air before he fired them all down again.
She admired his physique, the play of muscles beneath his clothing, remembering that body pressed close against her own.
The melancholy of leaving her home began to leave her as she felt calm and at peace in his presence once more.
She moved to sit on one of the stone benches behind him as she waited for him to finish his sport. This gave her the distinct advantage of watching him fully without distracting him.
“This is where I belong. she repeated to herself.
The Count had his rifle held upwards, as the manservant was given the order to fire the clay pigeon target. It went off with a sharp crack, and the Count followed his target with a well trained eye, blowing it out of the sky as he took aim and fired. The gunshot could be heard across the grounds, and a few of his wolf pack court were in attendance, all applauding his skill. He released the spent cartridges and reloaded, while the manservant repacked the firing unit. All while this was happening, he was oblivious to Elvira’s arrival…but someone else, had seen her arrive.
“Mind if I join you?”
The classical tone of a well bred Englishman’s voice was heard, and it was said by a well dressed man, with immaculately groomed hair. “A fine lady like you should not be seated all alone. I take it my brother has not heard you come back yet?” He said, watching his brother reloading his gun. “He does get carried away with his sports. Typical Alpha. Unlike me, I am more interested in chasing skirts, than blowing up clay pigeons.” He then gave Elvira a smarmy look.
“Name’s Charles. Charles Marulo. A pleasure to meet you.” He reached for her hand and attempted to bring it to his lips.
The Count ordered, and another clay pigeon was sent skyward. The Count made the shot, blasting it from the sky, while Charles chuckled softly. “Am I the lucky wolf today?”
“Mind if I join you?”
She looked up to see a somewhat handsome-looking man standing before her, impeccably dressed and not a hair out of place.
“If you must.” she shrugged, sliding over to make room for him to sit. She ignored him in favor of watching her mate as he shot down a few more targets, each time the distance between shots getting farther and farther away. The man beside her continued to speak as the applause rang out around them.
“A fine lady like you should not be seated all alone. I take it my brother has not heard you come back yet?”
“Well as you can see…he is quite busy at the moment. I’d prefer not to distract him with my presence.” she stated.
“He does get carried away with his sports. Typical Alpha. Unlike me, I am more interested in chasing skirts, than blowing up clay pigeons.” Elvira turned to see him looking her over from head to toe and she got the feeling he was imagining what she looked like naked.
Then something he’d said previously snagged her attention. “Brother?” Elvira asked, turning to look at him. “He is your brother?”
“Name’s Charles. Charles Marulo. A pleasure to meet you.” He reached for her hand and attempted to bring it to his lips, but she quickly withdrew from him, the bond going haywire and causing her enormous amounts of pain and discomfort.
“Don’t touch me!” she hissed, eyes glowing red in anger. “Don’t you EVER touch me without my permission!”
Her outburst had caught the attention of several people around them and they stared openly at Elvira and Charles, growling low beneath their breaths.
“If you even THINK of touching me, I will gut you like a fish and shove your entrails so far down your throat you’ll be tasting your own feces for weeks! Am I understood!” she snarled. Those who had heard of how she had dispatched a low-ranking member of the females of the pack knew her threat wasn’t a false one and eyed the Count’s brother with evil glares and hisses of their own.
Charles certainly didn’t expect such a violent response from his brother’s new mate. He had to admit, her fiesty and wild mean streak gave him a thrill. So forceful and dominant, he could only imagine how she would be in the darkness of his chambers. While he sat quietly, taking back his hand, in his mind he was stripping her down and doing her on the cold hard bench, even with the hisses and glares of the lower pack members that could hear the tirade spewing from Elvira’s mouth.
“If only you could read my mind, oh the pleasures you would see. Course, you can’t, that is privy only to a mate of mine. Which I am yet to find. Then again, she may be right under my nose.”
The Count could hear the growls and carry on behind him, and looked back to see his brother Charles, rising from a seat next to Elvira. She was back! He smiled broadly, unaware of the interaction and handed his gun to his man servant.
Striding over, he could barely contain himself, reaching for her waist so he could pull her up from sitting into his arms. He immediately would nuzzle and sniff her neck affectionately, while the rest of the court would start to filter away, knowing he would want time with his woman.
Charles saw his cue to leave, and stepped backwards, winking at Elvira, then chasing off after another female, who giggled at his sweet words. When out of sight, the Count raised his head, and his eyes poured over her.
“My love…how is it you grow even more beautiful when we are parted? Did your visit go well?”
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“I’m sorry I was gone for so long. My leaving…has upset my brother something awful it seems. He is not exactly…thrilled…with our union.” she admitted in a small voice. She pulled away reluctantly, turning her back on him to stare out upon the grounds.
Between her brother and his…attitude, and now Virgo’s brother seemingly having designs upon her person, her thoughts were awhirl and she was beginning to feel like she was being pulled in several directions at once.
She hated this feeling of uncertanty inside of her. She loved Virgo, that she knew and couldn’t imagine being away from him, with or without this bond between them.
“Maybe if he had courted me properly, Barty wouldn’t have an issue with this?” her subconcious stated.
But they were not normal human beings…and being who and what they were demanded a strict set of rules, seperate from those of mortal man. She knew this in her heart and in her mind. Barty would have most likely had an issue with it anyway because he was her brother and he loved her. He was simply trying to protect her, like their father had done.
“Oh why must everything be so difficult?” she whispered, bowing her head. She wanted to cry, but she had no more tears left to give.
“One of the things that I love about you, is that you are a woman than knows her own mind. If you recall, I waited for you to be ready to come to me, that night in the garden. Not until you knew what your heart desired, did I allow you to show yourself to me.”
If she listened to this, and how he spoke with conviction, she would know that the Count would not hold her to him, if that was not what she wanted. The Count didn’t smile, just stared off across the grounds, feeling her pain.
“I can give you anything your heart desires…but only you can gain peace of mind. If you need space….if you need to finish things with your family, I will let you go. Even if it kills me.”
She listened to his words, the conviction behind them and realized this was what she needed to hear. He would give up his pack, his status as Alpha, his very own life, his soul to see her happy.
This was where she needed…no…this was where she wanted to be. No one was cohercing her, she wasn’t under any kind of spell or voodoo magic. This was the power of absolute love.
She smiled and turned in his arms, wrapping her own around his neck, eyes shining with love and happiness. She repeated her words to him that she spoke the night they consumated their union in her back gardens.
“You are my mate. As I cannot deny who I am, I can no longer deny what you mean to me. I am yours, body, mind, heart and soul.”
So spoken, she leaned upwards, covering his lips with her own and pouring every ounce of love she felt for this man into that one kiss.
She was home.
This was a rare thing, in today’s world. Over the short time they had known each other, they acted out the epitome of the perfect love story.
There was no need for jealous games, or twisted words, to prove that there was a love between them. Though both dark creatures, what they shared was more pure than that of which the Angels believed. The lengths that the Count was willing to go to, in order to keep her fed, alive and happy, would be more than any other male in her life. He had already plotted out how to gain her meals, how to feed. In his idle moments, he actually was smug by the ideas. He could picture his Elvira, his private succubus, luring some poor sap into her web of destruction, sucking the life out of them, while being in her luscious demonic form. He of course, would wait in the shadows, as the werewolf, having drawn the victims out for her to feed. And then when she had, and was renewed with the life giving soul food, he would take her…again and again.
The Count broke from the kiss, and then he could not help himself. He wanted to seal their union. Going down on bended knee before her…he asked…
“Lady Elvira….my most adored…will you be my wife, my mate for life?”
“What is it? What’s the matter?” she asked. Instead, he took her hands in his and got down on one knee. Her heart, already overflowing with love for him, threatened to burst in her chest.
“Lady Elvira….my most adored…will you be my wife, my mate for life?”
Now when one receives a marriage proposal as sincere as that, they tend to draw out the suspence…hemming and hawing and pretending to think about their answer and making the poor man sweat with nerves and anticipation. Elvira was no such person.
Tears in her eyes (and who knew she had any tears left) and a smile on her face, she answered him.
Looking up at Elvria expectantly, he may have been the Alpha wolf, but he gladly bow before her to gain her hand. When she uttered yes, and so strongly, he took out a small black box from his pocket and then opened it. A sparkling white diamond set on a gold band, and he reached for her ring finger and slipped it on, the perfect fit. The Count brought her ringed finger to his lips, and planted a soft kiss, knowing she was tearful, but she would not have seen the fact he had tears in his eyes. Only when he raised his head, could she see the glistening of his eyes.
Rising up, he swept her up into his arms, before she could say another word, and started to walk his beloved back into their domain. The castle was their home, together. Up the stairs he would take her, for they truly deserved this special time alone.