A Forbidden Taking (7 page)

Megan would wonder for days how it
happened. One second she was stalking off toward the cave and the next she was
in a house. She jerked her arm from the lord of demands and backed away from
him. When arms came about her waist to stop her she looked over her shoulder to
see the Master Dingdong standing behind her. She looked around for the wolf and
was happy to see he’d not made the trip with them.

“He can’t teleport. But I’m sure he’ll
be by later to see how things are. For some reason Bradley thinks very highly
of you,” Aaron told her softly.

“Come here, Megan, and have a
seat. These two will leave us alone and we’ll have a nice conversation. Aaron,
take Beau for a little walk, please?”

Megan looked at the very beautiful
woman sitting on the couch. She looked ready to pop she was so far along in her
pregnancy. Suddenly, Megan was dizzy and sat down hard on the chair closest to
her. The man the woman on the couch had called Beau was pressing her head
between her knees.

~~~

Beau could feel her hunger and
wondered why she didn’t say something. When he looked over at Sara, he knew
without a doubt that Megan meant to die by starvation just as she had told him.
He’d never seen a vamp die that way, but he knew from stories that it was a
long and painful process. When Sara and Aaron sat down together Beau lifted
Megan’s chin with his finger.

“I’ve treated you badly,
ma très chère.
I am sorry. Come, you must
feed. I will offer you my vein and you will take what you need.” The tears in
her eyes nearly had him gather her into his arms, but at this point he wasn’t
sure she wouldn’t try to hurt him again. He simply ran his thumb over her cheek
and smiled.

“Let me go, please? I don’t want
to be here. I just want to be left alone. I murdered that man’s kid. Don’t you
see what that means?”

Before Beau could answer her,
Aaron spoke up. “You didn’t murder his kid, Megan. You couldn’t have. If you
had tried, another vampire would have killed you. While you are very powerful,
I can’t believe that you’d kill another of your kind.”

“A vampire? I didn’t…the only
person I’ve killed was a man. He was just there when I found him. He was taking
a leak in the alley and I drained him dry. He was dead before I left. But he
wasn’t any vampire.”

She sat up when Duncan, the
houseman to the MacManuses, walked into the room with a tray. It was the
biggest thing she’d ever seen and it was filled with all sorts of pastries and
two empty glasses. When he set the tray on a small table she noticed a bag of
blood. Her fangs dropped so quickly that she covered her mouth to hide them. Beau
reached over and moved her hand away gently.

“I’ve brought refreshments for the
missus. And Master Bradley said that the young miss would need nourishment as
well. I hope you do not mind, Master Beau, but I thought you could serve her.”
Duncan handed Beau the glass. “Master, there is a matter of the alpha in the
kitchen. He would like to know…that is to say, he needs something
more…protective upon his body, if you please. He said to tell you that whatever
you have as long as it is not leather. He said that it chaffs his skin
terribly.”

Aaron laughed long and loud. Beau grinned.
Duncan looked confused. When Megan stood Beau pushed her back into the chair
and got up to fill a glass for her. He would have rather she drank from him,
but soon he told himself.

“Are all men in this family like
this?” Megan looked over at Sara and asked. “I mean so pushy that you want to
slug them on a minute-to-minute basis?”

“Yes. Yes, I’m afraid they are.
They think they mean well, but they only make matters worse.” Sara grinned at
Megan when she took the glass. “But they do come in handy on occasion. About
this man you killed. How sure are you that he wasn’t a vampire, Megan?”

Blushing brightly, Megan looked
over at him. Beau wasn’t sure what she was thinking, but was intrigued by the
pink in her cheeks. When she drained the glass and handed it to him he refilled
it without thought.

“He had a…he enjoyed…he enjoyed
himself when I bit him. I only just figured out that, you know, men enjoy it
when I take from them.” Her blush brightened and she smiled. Then Beau realized
what she was saying.

“You won’t be feeding from men
again,
mon amour
. That is something else I
need to…” A clearing throat from Sara had him stop and rethink his words. “Something
else that I would like to discuss with you.” Megan glared at him. Somehow, he
was sure that he was going to see that a great deal from her over their lives
together. He grinned at her and tried to charm her. He was a Frenchman and he
knew the art of seduction better than anyone. “Ah, my heart, you wound me with
your anger. We are to become mates soon and it would do us well to be friendly,
vous ne pensez pas
?”

She
didn’t answer, but looked over at Aaron when he walked back into the room with
the alpha. “Why don’t you think I killed his son? Wouldn’t he know that it was
his kid? I would think I would.”

“He
said his child and that you belonged to him through the Vampire Council, the
law governing all vampires. The only way he could claim you is through you
killing one of his own. If, as you say, the only person you’ve killed is a
human, which by the way, I’m thoroughly impressed that it’s only one, then he
is mistaken.”

“Me
too,” Bradley said as he took a beer from Duncan. “I don’t know a lot of
newbies, but you are the most controlled one I’ve ever meet. Aren’t you guys
like on a feeding frenzy when you first are made?”

Before
he could think of the consequences Beau stood up and picked Megan up. He put
her onto his lap as he sat in the chair again. She squeaked and started to
struggle, but he simply pulled her to his neck and held her there. As soon as
her breath moved over his skin again, he felt his cock harden. She stopped
moving and looked up at him.

“Most
are. And you’re right, she does have control.” Aaron moved to the other chair
and sat. “Why is that, I wonder?”

Beau thought
Aaron was the definition of controlled. He knew the man could get pissed. Kyle
had told him that even when he did the man had a will of iron and a head for
strategy. “Do not move,” he whispered in her ear. “I want you right now,
ma
douce
. And we are neither in a place where I can show you how much. Listen
to the master and the sooner we get this finished, the sooner we can…talk.”

“Megan?
Did you hear me?” Beau looked at Aaron and knew that the man had heard him
because of the smile on his face. “I asked if you had any other contact with
another vampire that may have died at your hand without you knowing.”

“No.”
She shifted in his lap and Beau groaned. “I don’t know what he’s talking about.
I know that—Alfred. Alfred Deveron is dead. He’s the guy that…he bit me and
turned me into this thing. I didn’t kill him, but I know he’s dead.”

“But
you didn’t kill him, correct? No, you wouldn’t.” Aaron stood up and pulled Sara
into his arms. “We must retire soon. My lovely mate is tired and I have a wish
to see her in her slumber. After I relax her with a bout of lovemaking. You two
have a good night.”

“Yeah,
I gotta get going too. Thanks for the clothes, big guy. I’ll have someone bring
them back to you in a couple of days. Also, I should bring something over for
‘just in case.’ Night all.” And Bradley left the room ahead of Aaron and Sara.

When
the door closed behind the couple too, Beau looked at Megan. To say she looked
panicky would have been an understatement.

“You
can’t have sex with me. Can you?”

~Chapter 8~

Megan
didn’t know a lot about men. And even less about vampire men. But she was
pretty sure they couldn’t have sex. Or so she had thought. The hard cock
beneath her bottom lead her to believe that she may have been wrong about that
part.

“I
can and will have sex with you if you would allow it. Why did you think that I
could not?”

She
looked away. She was a grown woman with a medical degree, yet talking about her
own personal sex life had always been somewhat of an embarrassment to her. She
could lecture about sex and the process to others for hours, but her own was a
major disappointment.

“I
didn’t think that vampires could, you know, get hard. I mean, you are, but can
you, you know, perform?” She felt her face heat up.

“Why
would you think that I couldn’t get hard? And, love, look at me, please. I
would like to see your eyes when we talk of sex.”

She
didn’t want to, but he’d asked her so nicely that she couldn’t help it. She
knew that her eyes had turned that hated red. She could see the haze
surrounding what she saw and her fangs had dropped, which she didn’t understand
either phenomenon. But when she looked at him she could see that his had turned
as well. Before she could think of her actions she reached out and ran her
finger over his lips to see his fangs.

“Mine
just come out without any thought to where I’m at or what I’m doing. Can you
control yours?”

He
nipped at her fingers before he answered her. “Yes. You can as well with
practice. Have you ever kissed anyone since you have changed, love?” His voice
was low and deep and sent a shiver of something up her spine. Her nipples
peaked beneath her shirt and she shifted again on his lap.

“No. I
was afraid I’d hurt someone. Not that the opportunity came up, but does it?
Hurt, I mean?”

Beau leaned
forward as he cupped the back of her head and drew her toward him. She was
nervous and excited at the same time. His cock seemed to expand beneath her and
she moaned when he pulled her lower lip into his mouth and suckled. Her pussy
seemed to swell with her need for this man.

“No.
Not if done properly.” He moved his mouth along her jaw and toward her neck. “I
want to sip from you, taste all of you.”

When
his mouth skimmed along her neck, she couldn’t help but stiffen. He didn’t say
anything, but moved down along her throat to her shoulder.

“Did
he hurt you when he turned you? Did his bite cause you pain?”

Her
blood was roaring in her ears and hearing him speak in that low, sexy voice was
not helping. She nodded her head and realized that she wasn’t answering him. “He
kept telling me he was hungry and that he…please, that feels very good. That he
was sorry.” His mouth was at her ear now and his teeth nipped gently at her
lobes.

When
his mouth was over hers again she couldn’t think, she could only feel. Megan
felt him turn her, adjust her somehow, but she couldn’t think past what he was
doing to her. When he sat back she was sitting astride his lap, her legs on
either side of his thighs.

“Unbutton
your blouse,
mon cœur. S'il vous plaît
? I wish to see the bounty that is mine.”

Megan
thought she should be mad about him calling her his, but she only wanted more
of what he was doing to her. Her fingers felt clumsy and she couldn’t work the
buttons correctly, but she finally managed to get most of them undone when Beau
simply ripped it open from hem to collar. The sound of the material tearing
away made her moan deep in her throat.

“Lift
them. Feed me your breasts, Megan. I want you to feed me your luscious breasts
so that I may taste your nipples.”

Megan
cupped her breasts and was amazed at the weight of them. They felt heavier,
fuller to her. When her finger brushed against her swollen nipple she groaned
and moved her finger over it again and again.

“
Oui
,
that’s it, make them beg for me, for my mouth.” His hands cupped her ass and
brought her forward. “Megan, you are so lovely, your nipples are so pink and
hard.”

He
leaned in and licked her, a swirl of his tongue over and over until she was
dizzy with need. The heat of his mouth over the tight bud made her grab his
head. Tangling her fingers into his hair Megan held him there as he ravaged
her, his hands pulling her over his cock until she was riding him up and down.

“I
must have you. Please, I need to bury myself deep within you. Tell me that’s
what you want as well? Tell me you need my cock inside of you, Megan.”

She
didn’t know how she might have answered because he slipped his hands down the
back of her pants and pulled them from her body, ripping them open in much the
way he had her shirt. Lifting her up, Megan wrapped her legs around him as he
moved them across the room. When he pressed her against the wall she moaned
again. He was driving her crazy with need.

Suddenly
she was lying down, a soft blanket at her back. She didn’t know how they had
gotten there and, before she could ask, Beau stood, pulled his shirt off, and
tossed it across the room.

Christ,
he was magnificent. Smooth skin pulled taut over muscles. His dark nipples were
peaked hard and Megan found her mouth wet at the thought of taking one of them
into her mouth and suckling it in much the same way he had hers. Sitting up on
her elbows she watched him open the fly of his pants and slowly move the zipper
down along its teeth. She watched him until he stopped and hooked his thumbs
into the waistband of them.

“Don’t
stop, please?” Megan sat up as she begged him to continue. “I want to see you
naked. I want to touch you the way you touched me.”