Authors: Carmella Jones
While he tried to loosen her, he used his other hand to massage her breasts until he thought that she was ready. She was a hot and sweaty mess by the time he'd prepared her for the main course, and he just gave her a kiss and gently nipped along her jawline, making her shiver.
"Are you ready to receive your new king?" Neculai asked as he ran his long, elegant fingers along her torso, stopping to tweak her hard nipples.
Aurora closed her eyes at that and moaned out, arching her body into his every touch as she moaned. She was an ambitious virgin, that was for certain. "Yes, I'm ready," she replied, taking his hand for a moment and holding it, just to feel closer to him. She was falling into bed with him a bit too fast for her taste, as she always imagined herself being properly courted, and never copulating until marriage. All that had fallen away nearly effortlessly thanks to Neculai, but she at least wanted to know that he cared for her as more than just a beautiful woman that he was bedding. She was relieved when Neculai held her hand back and gave her another kiss.
"If you’re not ready, we don't have to keep going," he said softly, holding her hand tighter.
"No! No, I'm ready!" Aurora insisted. "I'm just a bit . . ." she trailed off, biting her lip and looking away from Neculai with a blush.
"Nervous? My dear, there's nothing to be nervous about. Just relax and let me show you how much fun there is to be had," Neculai said, and then gently pulled his hand away from Aurora's, then ran his fingers along the insides of Aurora's thighs, making her shiver once again.
"Okay," Aurora agreed, looking at Neculai with total trust in her blue eyes. He almost felt bad for bedding such a pure and innocent girl, but that was also why he couldn't possibly resist.
Neculai carefully lined up his cock with her entrance and pushed it inside, centimeter by centimeter, though he had to stop almost immediately to let Aurora adjust to the feeling. She gasped sharply and reached out her hand, gently resting it on his chest, silently asking him to wait.
Though Neculai was quite worked up in the fun of the moment, he stopped without a second's hesitation and just leaned forward, giving Aurora kisses on her cheeks, forehead, nose, and then a tongued up kiss on her lips. Her tension quickly went away, and Neculai felt the taut body below him relax. So, he slowly began to thrust--shallow at first, though Aurora began to respond with loud moans.
"Oh, that's so good," Aurora moaned out as he got deeper inside, and she didn't last long. As he kept thrusting, he began to rub her clit. Though it was quite a juggling act, he pulled it off with effortless finesse. Clearly this wasn't his first time, though Aurora couldn't be bothered to worry about that as she just enjoyed herself. Not long into the pleasure, she let out a final moan, and then all went white for a moment as she experienced her first orgasm.
Neculai continued thrusting until he finished inside of her, then he laid down and pulled her into his arms, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "That was rather fun. We'll have to do this more often," he said, chuckling a bit as he held her to his chest. She just mumbled something in the affirmative through her sleepiness, yawned, and fell off into a deep and dormant sleep.
When morning rolled around, she got out of bed and got her dress on, then walked out into the hall. She smiled when she saw Dracule, dusting the pictures in the corridor and waved to him.
"You know, I never pictured you to be a necrophiliac, Madam," he said with a sly smile, and Aurora could just feel the blood rushing to her cheeks.
"Oh, shut up! Do you want someone to hear you!" she shouted, probably loud enough for anyone in the entire hall to hear. Still, Neculai slept soundly, tucked away under the covers, warmer than he had been in hundreds upon hundreds of years.
Chapter Four
Aurora worked out, with Neculai's guidance, a way to get the royal council to accept a union between them. He seemed always to know what the best solution to her problems were, to an almost frustrating degree. She had to get an answer as to how he managed.
"Neculai! Stop right there, mister. You're being held for a royal interrogation!" Aurora said one morning as Neculai was leaving to go down to breakfast. He whined and looked over at his wife, pouting that he was being held up. Of course, he had no interest in actually eating the food, but being held for a royal interrogation didn't sound like a very enjoyable experience.
"What exactly was your reign like, all that time ago? How did you have the experience for everything?" she asked, sitting down on their plush bed and waiting for an answer.
"Well, my queen," Neculai answered, walking over to the bed and putting an arm around her. "I ruled after Vlad the Impaler. Vlad's son was actually my best friend, and the man that your Dracule is descended from. During my time, the Mongols were threatening Romania because of the Dracule line taunting them--which is a big reason as to why they had to give up the throne. In addition to that, the country was suffering from drought and other plights. During that time, I managed to see the country through all of it. Perhaps not as expediently as I helped you, but I had two hundred years to think about where I made my mistakes--and where I triumphed," Neculai replied.
Aurora was surprised to hear about this, because she wasn't aware of much during Neculai's reign, due to the fact that he had been erased from the country's history by the scribes. She hadn't even realized that the Mongols were a problem during that time.
"That's amazing," Aurora said, resting her head on her husband's shoulder. She always did love how open he was. "Is that all you thought about while you were trapped in your prison?" she asked, looking into his deep crimson eyes.
"No. I also thought about how lovely it would be to have a wife with such delicious blood as yours," he said, and just laughed at the indignant look that she shot him. "No, my queen. My thoughts were perpetually about the regrets that I had during my time as king. When you're trapped away from anything positive, that's all that you can dwell on."
Aurora just held Neculai close. "I guess being trapped beneath the rock and never seeing the sun would do that to you," she commented, rather thoughtlessly. Neculai just laughed again upon hearing that.
"I don't believe I minded being away from the sun too much," he said. "But you're right about something. Not having any light in your life is a depressing thing indeed. Luckily, I don't have to worry about that, now that I have you," he said, and gave her another kiss. "Now, how about I grab some breakfast before going downstairs?" he asked, grinning. Aurora just blushed and giggled at that, but she couldn't refuse her king, now could she?
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The Bear Minimum
The Bear Minimum: Chapter 1
Candy Voss wasn't the kind of girl you could ignore. Her stylish blond hair never had a strand out of place, her manicured nails and red lips were always perfectly applied. She was aloof but she was nice underneath the cold exterior. No one really got a chance to know her that well, her father made sure of that.
She came from money. Old money. Her father was a politician and had more money than she knew what to do with, although she didn't spend as much as people thought she did. She'd driven the same car since he got it for her birthday when she turned eighteen. At twenty-four, her father wanted her to marry the son of one of his biggest contributors - a political match that would look good for her father. Being a daddy's girl, she was willing to go along with it to make her father happy. She didn't have many boyfriends, having security guards and the threat of no privacy pretty much scared off most men her own age.
The ones interested in her were people in her father's circle, who were used to this lifestyle. The thing is, she wanted peace and quiet and a less stressful life, but when you're the daughter of a famous politician, you didn't get a lot of choices.
Only meeting Denver Fredrickson a few times, she was willing to marry the man's son. She'd only met him once at the last party her father threw and he'd been charming and handsome, and his family was in the billionaire range. She'd never want for anything, but she had some reservations about the whole thing. Something about Daniel Fredrickson had set off her warning bells, but she couldn't quite place it. When she'd told her father, he'd accused her of just having cold feet and he'd pressured her until she'd given in.
Tonight, she was driving her cherry red jeep out to the woods to the lookout to clear her head. Normally teenagers came out here to make out and have sex, but Candy had always come alone.
Henry Voss rarely let his daughter go anywhere without supervision, but every now and then she could convince him to let her go to the woods and just sit and look at the stars. She'd come out here in her heels and designer jeans and fantasize about what it would be like to live a simpler life. The kind where she could just throw her hair in a pony tail and walk around her house in sweats and sneakers without her father's people seeing her.
It had rained a few days ago, and when she hit the outlook, her tires got stuck in the mud. She couldn't get her jeep out after driving to reverse or even the four-wheel drive. She took out her cell phone and sighed. No cell reception here, she'd have to walk back to the main road to call Triple A. Her father would kill her. She wondered if she could do it without him finding out.
She wasn’t afraid as she walked down the dark path. The heels and dirt and gravel made it hard to walk, but she wasn't a wimp, even if she might appear to be on the surface. She might have been born with a silver spoon in her mouth but it wasn't the kind of girl she'd wanted to be. She had learned to change a tire and her oil, and she could fix basic things around the house. She'd even fixed leaky faucets in their bathrooms without telling her father, simply to prove to herself she could.
Her father never would have allowed her to have an image of anything but a quiet, demure socialite who would marry for his political career. Maybe that was why she was so against marrying Danny. She would do it to make her father happy, but as she walked down the muddy path, she wondered if her happiness would ever matter to anyone.
Tripping, she almost fell face first in the mud. She took off her shoes to find a broken heel. Grunting in frustration, she checked her cell signal again and still had no bars. Shoeless, she walked feeling the sharp sting of rocks and other things in the dirt cutting up her feet.
Finally giving up, she found a stump to sit on to wait until someone found her. She didn't think it would be that long, it was a Friday night. Someone would have to come out this way eventually. Wrapping her jacket around her tighter, she realized that when she wasn't moving the chill of the night air sunk into her bones.
An hour later, shivering and feeling like her teeth where going to chatter out of her head, she gave up on sitting there and decided to continue walking. It was only a few miles but it was now pitch black. Walking down the road, she eventually saw a path leading into the woods. She saw a light shining between the trees and decided maybe they'd have a phone there she could use. Heat would be nice too.
Walking towards the house it was further away than it looked and her feet were raw and bloody by the time she reached it. Knocking on the door she waited and heard footsteps, sighing in relief when the door started to open. She took one look at the man in the doorway and all rational thought flew out of her head.
The man that stood there was a big bear of a man. He stood well over six feet tall and had a bushy beard. He was wearing the green uniform of the state park rangers and looked surprised to see her standing there. He had the grayest eyes she'd ever seen and his brown curly hair looked like a soft mop on the top of his head. She wanted to curl her fingers through it and see if it was as soft as it looked.
"Candy." She said and just stared at him.
"Is it Halloween and I forgot about it?" He blinked at her and stood back to let her in.
Letting out a small laugh she realized she didn't say a whole sentence. "No, my name is Candy, I'm sorry. My jeep got stuck in the mud; I was walking down to the main road and saw the lights through the trees. Do you have a phone I could use?"
"Sure, I could also try to get you unstuck from the mud, from past experience Triple A doesn't like coming up here, and their big trucks get stuck. I have a few boards and some rope and chain that usually does the trick to get you out of the mud here. When it's been raining like this it can be impossible for them to get up here." He cocked his head side-ways and his expression softened when he saw how badly her feet were injured. Come sit down on the couch here and let me tend to your feet, and we can talk about your car or truck."
"It's a jeep, but the back wheels just got stuck and I couldn't get it out." Candy told him and felt like an idiot. She knew that mud and tires in the wilderness weren't a good match. It was a rookie mistake. "Are you the park ranger here?"
"One of them. I'm actually wildlife. I keep poachers out and keep track of all the local wolf and bears they've tagged. I have monitoring equipment in the back." He told her as he pulled out a first aid kit and set it down on the coffee table and got a bucket of water to wash her feet and see how badly they were damaged. "What happened to your shoes?"
"I came out in heels. I wasn't expecting to walk. I know, it was dumb. I was just trying to get away from my family for a few hours. I like to come out here and look at the night sky. It's the only place that feels safe and peaceful to me." She told him and shrugged. She helped him wash off her feet and then winced when he poured antibiotic cleaner on her feet to disinfect them.
"You look familiar," He commented as he finished bandaging up her feet and then stood back to look at her for a moment before he started to put his first aid supplies away. "Do I know you?"
"Candy Voss, Henry Voss's daughter. The politician." Candy murmured, feeling embarrassed. His expression changed for a moment, it was just a flash but it looked like anger. His body language was relaxed after he finished putting the supplies away.
"The storm knocked out my land line, I can get your car out when there's light, or I can drive you home now. Your choice." He told her and went to grab his truck keys.
"I'd rather not return home without my car, I can justify staying out all night a lot easier than a strange man bringing me home without my car." Candy stared at him and then stood up and almost fell down. Once she'd been off her feet for a while she hadn't realized how badly they hurt. Crying out she fell forward and grabbed his arm to keep from face planting on his hardwood floors.
"Are you alright?" He blinked at her as he grabbed her to keep her upright.
"Nothing sitting back down won't fix. Apparently my feet hurt more than I thought they did." She said wincing. She looked up into his face and her lips parted, he was close enough she could smell him. He smelled like pine cones and evergreens. It was an intoxicating smell to her compared to the overly perfumed people she was used to being around. This is what a man should smell like. Earthy and strong, capable. He didn't need to preen like a peacock to get attention and feel confident in his own abilities.
Before she knew what she was doing, she leaned forward and kissed him. The minute her lips touched his, he stiffened and looked shocked. Kissing her back, his hand came up to hold onto her head and his tongue plunged into her mouth. Moaning, she deepened the kiss and leaned against his rock-hard body to support herself and her aching feet.
A moment later she pulled away from him and cleared her throat. "Thank you for that. I mean, thank you for fixing my feet. I mean, I don't usually go around kissing total strangers but... I don't know, sorry."
Feeling completely stupid, she hobbled back over to the couch and sat down. He probably thought she was a complete hussy now. It was the most erotic kiss she'd ever experienced and it had happened out of the blue. She didn't know what prompted her to kiss him, but the way he'd kissed her back was like a man starved for a steak. It had stirred her in ways she'd never experienced before. She'd had a couple of boyfriends in college that had gotten her to go to bed, but nothing had as much chemistry or spark as that single kiss.
Blinking at the ground, she tried to process what she was feeling. She was technically engaged to someone else, why had she kissed him? She knew the safest thing she could do for everyone was get away from him as fast as possible.
A large alarm went off in the back room and he had looked like he was about to talk to her, but instead his attention snapped to the door.
"I need to take care of this. Kitchen's off to the right, bathroom is that door off the kitchen. I'll be back soon. You rest, eat and drink whatever you want." He told her and took off into the backroom to deal with the alarm.
Candy sat there on the couch, unsure of everything in her life, and a simple kiss made it so much worse. She realized she wanted whatever that passion or spark was that she'd felt with this man was the kind she wanted in her marriage. Danny had kissed her once and it hadn't felt anything but cold and wet. Nothing like this.
Sighing in defeat, she wondered if she could go through a marriage to a man she barely knew and wasn't really attracted too. He just wasn't her type physically, or emotionally. Burying her hands in her face she wondered if she could stand up to her father and tell him the truth.