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Angel’s Seduction- Part Eighteen
Angel’s Seduction copyright (c)2006 T.A. ChasePart Eighteen-
Greyson grins at me as he makes his way up the stairs. “That’s just the beginning of what I want to teach you, Angel. There is much pleasure to be found in loving each other.”
“More pleasure?” I’m not sure what to think about that. “And you’ll show me?”
He pushes open the door to his room and carries me inside. He keeps a firm grip on my shoulders as he lowers my feet to the floor. “If you want me to, I’ll show you everything I know. I’ll teach you to love me.”
I wrap my arms around his waist and press my nose against his throat. In the short time I’ve been with the duke, his scent has come to mean safety to me.
“Why me?” I can’t get my mouth to tell him I already love him.
“Before I answer, we should get ready to go to bed. We’ll be more comfortable there.” He pulls away from and starts to unbutton my waistcoat.
I squeak. His hands falter and he stares at me with disappointment in his eyes.
“Of course, you might not wish to share my bed. I’m sorry. Again I’m forcing you.” He steps away.
“I want to share your bed. I don’t feel truly safe unless you’re with me.” I glanced at my trembling hands. My scars peek out from under my cuffs. “I’m scarred.”
Greyson takes my hands and bares my wrists to the light. “I know. I’ve seen them. They don’t matter to me, Angel. I have marks of my own.”
Shaking my head, I tug my hands free. I wonder if I’m testing the duke. Showing him the outward signs of my depravity to see if he’ll turn from me. The time has come to reveal all of myself to him and shed the last chains from my soul.
I strip off my waistcoat and let it drop to the floor. My hands shake so badly, I struggle to untie my cravat and get my shirt off. I can tell he wants to help me, but I shake my head. This is something I must do for myself.
“Don’t. Not if it hurts you this much,” Greyson protests.
I don’t know I’m crying until a tear drops on to my hand. It almost seems to burn as it slides off. I move to where the light from the candles baths me in a soft glow. Closing my eyes, I turn until I’m facing away from him and my back is bared to him in all its mutilated glory.
I don’t hear anything. It’s as if Greyson has stopped breathing. I hesitate, but then force myself to glance over my shoulder. His face holds no expression. His blue gaze traces each of my scars and it feels as if he’s burning me. Anger flares in his eyes.
“Monster,” he spits out the word and it drives like a dagger into my heart.
What I fear has come true. He thinks I’m a monster. A freak. I should never have stepped beyond my cage. Tears blind me and I try to find my shirt without letting him know how his words have wounded me.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper. I clutch the fine linen shirt to my chest and turn to face him.
“Sorry for what?” He frowns.
What am I sorry for? Living? Breathing? For coming into his world and trying to prove I have the right to be there? So many things I want to apologize for, but all I can say is “I’m sorry for my scars.”
“No, don’t be sorry for those. They aren’t your fault.” He reaches for me.
“You called me a monster.” I tremble, wishing his words didn’t hurt so much.
He takes me in his arms and pulls me to his chest. His hands rest lightly on my back as if he’s afraid to hold me too tight. “No Angel. Love, I was calling your father a monster. You’re not a monster. You’re so innocent and beautiful. Your scars only help to convince me of your strength.”
“Strength? What strength?” I push away from him and pace to the other side of the room. “I look at them and see fear. I see cowardice. I see them as the branding of a freak.”
“Don’t call yourself that. Never insult the man I love like that.”
Greyson’s words shock me. He has called me love a few times and I figured it was just a common endearment he used with everyone. But here he is saying that he loves me. I drop to my knees and bury my face in my hands. Sobs tears through me. He kneels beside me and wraps me in his arms while murmuring words of love to me.
Finally, I’m tired. Tired of crying. Tired of feeling like I need to apologize for who I am. I set back on my heels and stare at him. His blue eyes are concerned, but there’s no disgust in his face for me. There’s only acceptance and love. Finally I have a name for the emotion I’ve seen in his expression and have heard in his voice.
Greyson loves me. Me, the Angel he’s trying to rescue from hell.
Rainy Day
It’s a rainy gray day here…so I have to admit I’d rather still be in bed…lol. And if this guy were there, it’d be perfect.
Got 3k written on the expanded version of Angel’s Seduction last nigt. Which includes what I post on the blog here…Parts Twenty-One and Twenty-Two are done. That takes me to 27k and I can easily see it reaching 40k before I’m done or if I can without ruining the story, I might see if I can get it to 50k…make it worth your money. 🙂
Didn’t do much on Magpie’s story. I think I’m going to focus on Angel’s and get it done first. Then I’ll start working on the short story I’m writing to be published with Paige’s story. After that, it’ll be all Magpie and Snake. Yay!
Hope everyone is having a great day.
“I cannot teach you violence, as I do not myself believe in it. I can only teach you not to bow your heads before any one even at the cost of your life.”—Ghandi
Angel’s Seduction-Part Seventeen
Angel’s Seduction copyright (c)2006 T.A. Chase
Part Seventeen-
Taking a deep breath, I turn in his arms and cradle his face in my hands. I stare up at his blue eyes. In their depths I see an emotion that causes me to tremble. I don’t have a name for it, but it makes me feel safe and cared for. My tongue wets my lips and he moans.
I do that to him. I can make him moan and shiver. I bring his head down, pressing our lips together. He doesn’t try to take control of the kiss even though I’m not sure of what I’m doing. I bite his bottom lip, then lick it to soothe the sting. He opens for me and I slide my tongue inside to stoke the roof of his mouth right behind his teeth. A shudder wracks his body.
His arms encircle my waist, bringing our bodies together. Yet he moves with caution as if to give me a chance to protest or stop him. I won’t stop him. Not this time. Though I have no idea what to do, I’m willing to let him show me.
My father’s voice snarls in my head, telling me I should be ashamed. The emotions I’m feeling from the touch of his mouth and the brush of his hands are wrong and will send me straight to hell. I push the words to the back of my mind and ignore them. For the first time in my life, I’m taking something I want and what I want is Greyson.
His hands cup my buttocks and tighten a little. I moan at the strength of his firm grip. His tongue invades my mouth and he slowly starts taking control of our kiss. I try to keep my eyes open and focus on his eyes. I want to see the passion rise in them as it has the few times we’ve touched, but desire is overwhelming me as our pricks brush against each other.
Greyson rocks our hips together while his lips trail down my cheek to my neck. “Wrap your leg around me,” he whispers in my ear.
I do as he tells me. I’m not worried about falling. He’ll support me even if my own legs fail me. Our new position brings our groins tighter together and I gasp as lust rushes through me. All I can think of is getting closer to him.
The duke encourages me to rub against him. Pressure builds. My shaft aches. I don’t know what is happening. I whimper. Greyson surrounds me. One hand is on my backside. The other slips between us and cradles my aching prick.
I’m rubbing. He’s stroking. The tingle grows at the base of my spine. An explosion is building, but I’m afraid to release it. I fear I’ll shatter into a million pieces and won’t be able to put myself back together.
“Open your eyes, Angel. Look at me,” Greyson orders.
I force my heavy eyelids open, so I can focus on his gaze. Understanding mingles with desire, making his blue eyes glitter. Another emotion hides amidst those two. It’s one I’ve seen in his glance before.
“You’ll catch me?” I’m hanging over a cliff, needing his assurance before I let go.
“Let go. I promise I’ll catch you.” He leans down and scrapes his teeth over my skin above my collar.
The sting of his bite combines with the rough pressure of his hand and I give in. My muscles tense. My back arches and I cry out. It feels as if I’m releasing my soul.
Greyson’s hand continues to stroke me with each jerk of my hips. I feel his lips moving against my neck, but I don’t know what he’s saying. My vision begins to blur and I black out.
When I open my eyes, I’m curled on his lap and we’re sitting on the edge of the fountain. One of his arms wraps around my waist. The other cradles me against his chest. His lips brush my hair and his breathing is ragged.
I lean back to look into his eyes. “Are you all right?”
He smiles and nods. “I’m fine. How are you?”
“Tired.” I blink, resisting the urge to snuggle close and go to sleep.
Laughing, he hugs me close. “I’m feeling tired myself. Let’s go to bed before my servants come out and find us sleeping in the garden.”
At the mention of his servants, I stiffen. “What will they say about us?” I’m thinking about the kiss Greyson gave me in front of Johnson.
“They know about my taste in bed partners, Angel. They won’t say anything. If any of them treat you disrespectfully, tell me. I’ll deal with them.” His voice is firm and confident.
“My father’s servants ignore me. It makes their lives easier.” I grimace, remembering what happened to the last servant who was kind to me.
“My servants work for me out of loyalty and respect. They don’t fear me. Trust me. You above all others will be treated as an honored guest.” He stands, still holding me in his arms.
I find I don’t mind being carried like a child. “What happened to me back there?”
“You really are an innocent.” He chuckles.
Blushing, I lay my head on his shoulder to hide my embarrassment.
“I’m not making fun of you, dear one. What you experienced is pleasure. Your body enjoyed what we were doing so much that you spilled your seed.”
The front of my trousers are wet and I wrinkle my nose in disgust.
“Did you enjoy it?” The laughter leaves Greyson’s voice and I know I must tell him the truth.
“Yes, I did.” It is a simple statement that barely covers the surface of how I felt at the moment of my spending and how I feel as he carries me into the house.
Sorry
I wasn’t around yesterday. Got up early and didn’t get home until late. Very busy day.
I did get to see some of the tennis match. It was pretty good. 🙂
Got some writing done. Another scene or two on Angel’s story.
This is a quick post because I’ve got tons of stuff to do and barely enough time today to do it all.
Hope everyone has a great day and I’ll see you tomorrow for the next installment of Angel’s Seduction.
It’s Saturday
Which means it’s the Ladies Championship at Wimbledon. I know you’re all wondering why I have a photo of Rafael Nadal up. Well, I’m partial to male eye candy..lol. And he’s playing in the Men’s Finals tomorrow morning. I’ll be rooting for the other guy whose pic I’ll put up tomorrow for y’all. Look at the arms on this man though. Wow!
So I’ve taken a slight break from Snake and Magpie’s story to do some writing on a different one I started a while ago. No big deal. I plan on getting back to them soon…probably today or tomorrow.
Hope everyone has a great day.
“In tennis the addict moves about a hard rectangle and seeks to ambush a fuzzy ball with a modified snow-shoe.”—Elliot Chaze
TGIF
I’ve posted this pic once before, but I have to say it’s probably one of my favorites of The Rock. He’s the inspiration for my character-Snake-in the post-apocalyptic story I’m working on. He’s big, muscular and can have lots of attitude. That’s Snake. Of course, Snake has no hair anywhere. 😉 And has fangs. (and venom like the reptile he’s named after and not a vampire) Think of a weird sort of X-Men’s story..lol
Oh, Lily raises a good question in the comments section for Angel’s story (part Seventeen)..Will we ever know Angel’s real name? I said I’ve been wondering that myself since I haven’t heard a peep from Angel or any other character about what his real name might be. So I’m posing a question:
Should we find out what Angel’s real name is or would finding out ruin the story? Do you have any suggestions for a good name for our Angel?
Hope everyone has a great Friday.
“The day is for honest men, the night for theives.”—Euripides
Angel’s Seduction- Part Sixteen
Angel’s Seduction copyright (c) 2006 T.A. Chase
Part Sixteen-
Uncle coughs, trying to bring our attention back to him. “The other thing I wanted to talk to you about is the fact that I’m going to make you my heir.”
Shock races through me. “But why?”
Standing, Greyson keeps a hold of my hand, but turns to look at my uncle. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
Uncle shrugs and looks away for a moment. “Good or not, it’s something I feel I must do.”
“To make up for whatever it was you did wrong?” I tighten my grip on the duke’s hand. I wonder if this is a dream.
“Yes, it is in a way. One of those I wronged is beyond my touch forever. The other I have never been able to find so that I might rectify my mistake.” Uncle’s gaze meets mine and I see sadness and shame in his. “But that isn’t the only reason why I want to do this for you.”
“Williamson has disowned Angel, hasn’t he?” Greyson’s voice holds outrage and anger.
“Not yet, but if he chooses to stay here with you, my brother won’t have any problem trying to erase the young man’s existence.” Uncle folds his hands and nods at me.
“I don’t exist now for him. It doesn’t matter to me if I’m his heir or not.” I shoot to my feet and start to pace. “I’ve always assumed he would have Edward take my place.”
“Edward is your younger brother?” Greyson settles into the chair I vacate.
“Yes. He’s Father’s favorite child.” There is no envy in my heart for my brother. Being our father’s favorite is its own form of torture.
“You’re probably right, lad. Your father has been making noises for a while now about making Edward his heir instead of you. I think he had a feeling you just might not be as broken as he thought you were.” Uncle stands and moves towards the desk in the corner of the room. He picks up a packet of papers. Waving me over, he hands them to me. “Look these over. Take your time and let me know how you feel later.”
I stare down at the brown string wrapped around the papers. Who knew life could change with the untying of such a small piece of twine? I nod because there’s nothing else I can say at the moment.
“If you’d like, I can have my solicitor look over the papers for you, Angel,” Greyson offers from his place across the room.
“Thank you.” I smile slightly at my uncle. “I thought my father was your heir, Uncle.”
“He would be if my title was entailed the normal way, but somehow the first Earl managed to keep control of who the title went to. I guess he didn’t like any of his sons or something like that. I can make any male my heir. He doesn’t even have to be related to me, if that’s the way I want it.” Uncle’s hand grips my shoulder and he squeezes. “Don’t worry. You’ll be a good Earl.”
I shrug, unsure of all of this. I watch my uncle say good-bye to the duke. Greyson escorts him out and I walk to the window. It overlooks a small garden with a fountain in the middle. I don’t fight the urge and I find the doors leading out onto a veranda. Stepping outside, I wander down to the fountain. I stare into the cascading water and let my mind go blank.
Strong arms wrap around my waist and I’m pulled against Greyson’s chest. I know it’s him by the familiar scent filling my nose. In an instant, I relax and allow his strength to support me.
“What are you thinking?” His voice bathes my ear in warmth.
“This is all a dream. In a minute, I’ll wake up in my cold bedroom and Father will be yelling at me for something I didn’t even know I did.” I want to add that good things like this don’t happen to me.
“Is that why you haven’t fallen apart yet? You still believe this is all a dream.” One of Greyson’s hands moves up to slide under my waistcoat and rest against my chest. I know he can feel the pounding of my heart. His other hand lies just above my groin and my shaft hardens.
The tone of my laugh is hysterical. “I’m holding on by my fingertips, your grace.”
“Greyson,” he murmurs as his lips brush my neck.
“What?” I’m distracted by the light sweep of his fingers over the front of my pants.
“Please call me Greyson. I don’t want formality from you. I hope we’ve moved beyond that.” His teeth scrape a spot beneath my ear bringing a gasp to my lips.
“Greyson.” His name is a whisper as I lean my head to the side and offer him more of my skin. “It must be a dream. No one touches me anymore. No one cares enough to offer me protection.”
“I will protect you forever, Angel, if you will only trust me.” Urgency holds court in his words.
I want to explain that I do trust him. I trust him more than I have ever trusted anyone. I have deserted my father for him. I have opened myself up to disappointment and hurt because of this man holding me so carefully in his arms. He is a stranger yet I give him my very life to do whatever he will with it because in his eyes I see the man I can become.
Recovering…
Well…I managed to drag myself to work this morning. Ugh! I should have just taken today off. C and I went to a friend’s house for dinner than out to see some fireworks. They were pretty and sparkly..lol, but loud since we were right across the river from where they were setting them off.
I actually got some writing done the past two days. Not a bunch, but some anyway. Also, I found inspiration for Magpie and Snake..my two heroes in the story I’m working. I’ve been picturing Magpie as sort of like Johnny Knoxville. Lean and lanky. A little goofy looking, but funny. Yet he can be serious if need be.
On Friday, I’ll post a pic of the actor inspiring me to write Snake. He starred in Walking Tall with Johnny Knoxville. (Really big hint there..lol)
Well, I hope all my U.S. friends had a great 4th and everyoneelse a good day yesterday.
Have a great day today.
“A room without books is like a body without a soul.”–Cicero
Angel’s Seduction- Part Fifteen
First let me get the business stuff out of the way…lol. I’m SExing today along with Anna J. Evans about our Molten Silver books. I’ll be posting a couple different excerpts and asking why we like cowboys. So if you wish to, please come over and chat with me.
Okay..here’s what you really want. 🙂
Angel’s Seduction copyright (c)2006 T.A. Chase
Part Fifteen-
Johnson is waiting in the hall for me as I step out of the room. The valet’s gaze sweeps over me and I tug on my cuffs.
“Do I look all right?” I’m not sure why I ask but I need assurance.
“You look fine, my lord. His grace wants me to bring you to him and your uncle.” Johnson turns and leads me down the hallway.
I wipe my sweating palms on my thighs and follow. My stomach rolls. I don’t know why my hands are shaking.
Fear has always been my constant companion. I fear my father. I’ve been afraid of my life. As we stop in front of door on the lower floor, I find my fear changed. I fear Greyson will take one look at me and realize I’m not worth the effort.
If he turns from me, I have nowhere to go. My uncle would offer me a place in his house, but eventually my father would engulf me again. I bite my lip, trying to find the strength to open the door.
“His grace is waiting.” Johnson tries to nudge me with his words.
A voice deep in my mind tells me I have nothing to lose. If Greyson turns from me, I’d be no worse off than I already am. It is time to start learning how to be normal. Maybe I’m the freak my father claims me to be. Only time will tell if I deserve to live among people, but if I didn’t find my own courage, I’d never know the truth.
I square my shoulders and nod at Johnson. “I’m ready.”
The valet stares at me for a moment. He’s probably wondering why I took so long. I admit it takes every bit of strength I have to step into the room. Greyson has kissed and touched me. In many ways, he knows me better than anyone else. Yet I’m not confident enough to believe he’ll continue to care.
The duke and my uncle look up from where they sit in front of a fireplace. I focus on Greyson because it is his approval I long for. His blue eyes lighten and he stands, holding out a hand to me.
“Angel, I’m glad you’ve joined us.”
Like a child learning to walk, I latch onto his hand for support. “I’m sorry to make you wait,” I murmur, nodding a greeting to my uncle.
“It hasn’t been that long, son. I’m happy to see you looking better.” Uncle’s voice is kind.
Greyson gestures to the chair he had been sitting in. I perch on the edge. I know I look as if I’m poised to run but there’s a thought that I might need to escape. The duke sits on the arm of the chair, putting his arm on the top behind me. I feel surrounded by him but that’s fine with me. I need to know he’s near.
“I wanted to tell you this before you hear it from the gossipmongers,” Uncle says. “Your father has been spreading rumors about Greyson brainwashing you. He’s saying you’re a young innocent child being seduced by an older experienced man. He’s trying to gain sympathy by making it seem like the duke is forcing you into being his catamite.”
I frown. “What does that mean?”
“Catamite?” Greyson shifts.
“Yes.”
Uncle shares a glance with the duke. Greyson stands and moves to knee in front of me. He takes my hands in his.
“It is an insult. In Rome, it was used to describe a boy who is the lover of a much older man. Now people use it as a term of ignorance and spitefulness. Your father uses that word to make it look like I’m hurting you or subverting you to do unnatural things. A passion like ours isn’t acceptable to many people, Angel.”
“Unnatural things? Like kiss and touch?” My eyes are on Greyson. I’ve forgotten my uncle is in the room with us.
Greyson smiles. “Kissing and touch are part of it. There are other more intimate things we could do and it’s those things that your father is talking about.”
I flush and my skin warms. My mind doesn’t really understand what he’s talking about, but it’s as if there’s an instinct in my sub-conscious that knows those intimate acts and longs to pursue them.
Something in me calls for me to love Greyson and if he wants those shameful things my father is worried about, then I’ll give them to the duke. I have a belief forming in my head. Freedom is just around the corner. I’ll place my essence in Greyson’s hands and let him show me how to discover my true self.
Hidden deep inside the shell I call my body is a soul yearning to find its place in the world. Greyson’s gentle hands will lead it out into the light.
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