Claimed By Chaos (17 page)

“You're probably correct. You're rather like a sorceress, did you know?” Alastair asked as the door swung open. “See? I didn't even see you turn the handle.” He couldn't feel his face but he was sure he was smiling. Giselle laughed as she guided him into the room.

“Sit!” She commanded and Alastair felt her hands push his chest just before he felt the bed beneath him.
Ha! There’s the ceiling!
He was very impressed. A moment later, his boots and stockings were removed and she settled his feet onto the bed. He felt her unbuttoning his coat and waistcoat and his erection started to make its presence known. “Help me get these off of you.” Giselle ordered as she pulled Alastair upright. Once he was sitting he leaned toward her mouth. She pressed her lips against his as her hands slipped beneath his coat and pushed it from his shoulders. He shrugged out of it and looked down to see her peeling his waistcoat from him. His cock throbbed painfully.

“Are you going to take off your clothes as well?” Alastair slurred as he reached for Giselle’s waist. She slapped his hands away and he pushed his lower lip out.

“I don't have time, I have to hurry and dress for dinner and I doubt you're capable of much more than sleeping right now.” She explained as she tugged his cravat free. “I'll check on you after dinner.”

“I’m going to make love to a sorceress.” Alastair mumbled as he hugged a pillow and shut his eyes.

Chapter 32

“Goodnight. I hope Lucien isn't too ill tomorrow.” Giselle said as she parted from Mirabelle at the top of the stairs. Mirabelle smiled as she shook her head.

“It would serve him right. I can't imagine what got into them. I'll see you at breakfast.” She said as walked toward the ducal chambers.

Giselle laughed softly as she walked down the hall towards her and Alastair’s rooms. She had enjoyed her afternoon and dinner with Mirabelle. She was open, humorous and full of energy. Giselle couldn't help but imagine that they would have a lot in common and could have been close friends if they had grown up together. Mirabelle seemed like a happier, less tarnished, more innocent version of herself. But Mirabelle had a life she could never aspire to, that she had no business fantasizing about. Determined not to dwell on things she couldn't have, Giselle decided to take advantage of the opportunities fate and a bottle of scotch had handed her.

Once she was dressed for bed and her maid departed, Giselle peeked out of her door to make sure the hallway was clear before she slipped into Alastair’s room. She lit a single candle on the bedside table, casting a soft glow around the bed. Giselle slid the straps of her gown off of her shoulders and let it fall to the floor and crawled onto the bed.

Alastair was sprawled upon his back, in the midst of a cloud of scotch fumes. Giselle threw her leg over him and sat astride his hips. She leaned forward and caressed his face as she teased his lips.

“Alastair, darling?” She murmured as she traced his lips with her tongue. “I’m going to take advantage of you if you don’t wake up.” Giselle sucked on his bottom lip and she felt it pull as he smiled.

“Have you come to cast your spell upon me, Circe?” He whispered groggily as his hand lazily brushed her thigh.

Giselle laughed as she took Alastair’s face in her hands and slid her tongue into his mouth. He groaned as his tongue brushed against hers sluggishly and his hands gripped her thighs weakly. She felt his erection pushing against her womanhood through his breeches and she moaned in delight as she pressed against him. It was so tempting and it would have been so easy to free his cock and join with him but Giselle knew Alastair would be disappointed if he wasn't fully conscious their first time.

Instead, she settled herself between his thighs and opened the buttons of his breeches. She licked her lips once his cock sprang free. It was so large and hard, Giselle could feel it throbbing in her hands as she began to stroke it. She kept her grip light, not wanting to scare Alastair awake. He moaned and mumbled something about a sorceress as his head tossed gently upon the pillow. Giselle waited until he relaxed before she squeezed him tighter and stroked faster.

“Mmmm… thas soo gooood.
You
are a very niiice sorceressss.” He slurred as his hips started lifting from the bed. Giselle smiled wickedly as she lowered her shoulders.

“You have no idea how nice.” She chuckled as she stilled her hand and ran her tongue up the length of his erection. He tasted slightly salty but mostly soapy with a hint of orange. She loved the taste of him and began licking him greedily. Alastair’s groans became more urgent and his head thrashed from side to side as his hips started rising faster.

“Sssweet witch, what are you doing to me?” He whispered drowsily as his hands pulled at the bed clothes.

“I’m learning.” Giselle whispered against his throbbing length before she caressed him with her lips. “Do you like that?” She asked.

“God, yesss.” He sighed. He tried to lift his arms but they seemed too heavy. She let her lips cruise over the head of his cock and he moaned in delight.

“And this?” Giselle let the heat of her breath wash over it before her lips closed around him. She took as much of his cock into her mouth as she could manage before she pulled back slowly, letting her lips and tongue stroke him. Alastair gasped desperately for breath as his head and shoulders came off the bed. Giselle lowered her head, repeating the gesture as her hand began tugging on the rest of his length.

“Jesus, Giselle!” Alastair hissed. Suddenly awake, he managed to raise himself on one elbow and she felt a hand sliding through her hair, trying to find her face. Giselle increased the pressure of her lips and hand and Alastair cursed, then “Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God…”

She pulled her lips from him and flung her hair back so he could see her mouth upon him. Her eyes connected with his and she began lapping up the length of his erection until she got to the head. Giselle swirled her tongue around it before she wrapped her lips around him. Alastair’s eyes rolled back and his head fell onto the pillow. She mimicked the pressure and rhythm he had taught her when it was just her hands upon him, licking and sucking as she stroked him. She felt his hand upon her head, spasming as he resisted the urge to press her to him as his hips struggled to keep from thrusting. Giselle slid her hand between him and the bed and gripped his muscled flesh, motioning for him to move with her.

“Oh, God, oh, Gooood… this is the best thing I’ve… It’s never felt like this!” Alastair became delirious, rocking his hips and moaning as her head and hands moved upon him. His back arched and he gritted his teeth while his legs shifted restlessly. “You have to stop soon!” He whispered urgently as his breath hissed in and out. “It’s too much, I can’t control it!” Giselle ignored him and suckled harder, faster. His hand fisted in her hair. First, pressing her to him, then trying to pull her away. “Oh, God, it’s so good!” Alastair was thrashing beneath her. “Giselle, I can’t! You have to stop!” He was becoming desperate and his hands pulled at her hair and shoulders but he was too weak to move her. She felt his hands leave her as his body twisted and lifted from the bed. His gasps and pleas became muffled and his body seized an instant before Giselle felt his balls tighten and his cock pulse. She heard a smothered yell rip from Alastair’s throat just before a rush of hot fluid filled her mouth. His seed was softly sweet and salty and she greedily sucked it from him as he shuddered beneath her. “Enough, please!” He begged as he pushed against her shoulders.

Giselle released Alastair and sat back on her heels. His hands were pressed against his face as his chest rose and fell rapidly. His body spasmed against the mattress a few times and he groaned in relief. Finally, he lowered his hands and blinked as his eyes adjusted to the light.

“Are you alright?” Giselle whispered. He nodded and smiled.

“Very alright. But I can’t move, you’ll have to come here.” Alastair said as he reached for her. She giggled as she crawled up his body until her face was above his. She felt his arms wrap around her and his hand slid up her back until it tangled in her hair and he pulled her lips to his. His tongue parted her lips and he angled his face and kissed her deeply. Giselle’s eyes flared when she felt his hand stroking her bottom. “Scoot higher, I want your breasts.” He ordered.

“I think it would be better if you rested, Alastair. You can barely move.” She tried her best to sound stern as she did as he wished. She gasped as his hands closed around her breasts and his tongue flicked against her nipple.

“I’m very dizzy and my coordination is impaired but my mouth seems to be functioning rather well now.” He murmured before he blew against the tip causing it to pebble. Alastair drew it into his mouth and began to suckle. Giselle felt wet heat explode between her thighs and she whimpered as she felt his fingers part the folds of her womanhood. She panted as his finger entered her and began stroking in and out. His lips continued to tug at her nipple as his fingers pinched and rolled the other causing Giselle to moan and rock against the hand working between her thighs. Alastair released her nipple and looked up at her. “Raise yourself higher, I want to taste you.” His voice was gravelly and it caused her to shiver. For a moment, Giselle was so overcome with lust and shock, she had to reach for the headboard to steady herself.

“I’m not sure… I’ve seen it done but I don’t know if I can.” She whispered. Alastair chuckled as two fingers pressed deep within her and her head fell back.

“You were so brave before, you can’t be shy now, my love.” He teased. Giselle bit her lip and nodded as she slid her knees toward the pillows. “That’s it. Now, over my shoulders.” He commanded and she was sure her face was turning red. He sighed in delight as she settled over him and she felt his hands wrap around her bottom. She squealed as he pressed his face into her damp flesh and groaned rapturously.

“Alastair!” Giselle gasped as he began moving her against his mouth, rocking her hips as his tongue lapped at her. She hung on to the headboard and sobbed as his tongue flicked at the knot of flesh within her folds and two fingers probed within her. Alastair’s free hand pressed firmly against her bottom, guiding her to thrust against him. Giselle shook her head frantically. It was one thing to let him do that to her and another thing for her to do that to him but to be so demanding, to force her own pleasure upon him when he could barely move…

“Just let go.” He growled against her flesh. “I want you to ride my face and bathe me in your nectar, I want to drown in your release.” Alastair pulled her against him and he licked and sucked at her voraciously as his fingers worked in and out of her. Giselle couldn't stop her hips from bucking against him and he moaned in approval as his hand urged her to continue. He made his tongue firm and pressed it against the tender bud of flesh and she became mindless, grinding against it as he stroked within her liquid core. She felt her hand fist in his hair as she worked herself against his mouth, rubbing and pressing as she moaned incoherently.

Alastair’s fingers curled within her and pressed. Lightning ran through Giselle’s limbs and flashed behind her eyelids. Her muscles pulled tight then released and her nerves exploded. She gasped for breath as her head fell back and her throat strained as she held in the scream that tried to force it’s way out. Dizzy and weak, she pulled herself forward and leaned against the headboard. Alastair sighed contentedly as he gently licked at her and stroked her thigh. A smaller wave rippled through Giselle and she trembled and her legs began to shake.

“I have to get down.” She whispered as she lifted one leg and then the other and moved back down Alastair’s body. His head would lift and his lips would brush against her skin as she moved above him until they met her lips. He gathered her face in his hands and kissed her tenderly as she draped herself over him. Giselle could taste her essence all over his lips and tongue as well as the scotch. She sighed as she felt his hands caressing her back soothingly. Her bones felt as if they were melting and her eyelids started to feel heavy. She groaned as she lifted her head. “I should probably go. I don’t think you’ll be able to wake me up in time.” Giselle pressed her lips to his briefly and started to push away when his arms tightened around her. Alastair was frowning when she looked up at him.

“I don’t want you to go. You could stay if we were…” She didn't let him finish.

“Stop. You’re drunk, Alastair. I need to go, now.” Giselle pushed harder and his arms slipped from her. She snatched her gown from the floor and pulled it on quickly as she moved toward the door.

“Giselle!” He called to her but she shut the door before he could say anything else.

As soon as she was safely in her room, under the covers of her bed, Giselle did something she hadn’t allowed herself to do since she was a child. She cried. It started with a trickle, a few tears that slid from her eyes and spread upon the pillow before it gave way to little hiccups that became big gasps and gulps for breath. Before she knew it, she was curled on her side and screaming into her pillow. Giselle cried over the loss of her mother and the happy childhood that died with her. She cried over the fear of the life she fled when she escaped to France and the loss of her innocence. She cried over the loss her father and the pain that drove her after he was gone. Giselle cried over the pain and terror she felt when she was shot and the desperation that drove her to pull her body into the frigid tide. She cried over how empty she felt when she was certain she was dying as her consciousness faded. She cried over how alone and scared she’d been when she knew she couldn't go back to Gilles and she had to make her own way. Giselle cried over how dark and primitive she became as she hunted LeVan and how easy it was for her to tear him apart with her hands. In the end, she cried the hardest because she had been empty yet with a clear purpose when she rang the doorbell at Burton Place but from the moment she met Alastair, her purpose became blurred and she was being filled with things she couldn't use.

Finally, Giselle did what she always did. She pushed it all back down and forced herself to let it go. Alastair was drunk and had got carried away. She needed to be more careful with her feelings and not make the mistake of caring too deeply or letting herself believe that any sort of life with him was possible. If she couldn't do that, she needed to get out before it was too late.
Don’t expect too much and don’t fall in love.
She scolded.

Giselle took a deep breath and nodded resolutely. She cleared her mind and sleep claimed her quickly.