A Forever Series Box Set: A Paranormal Reverse Harem-(Book 6-10)

Paris, France, 1898 – Margeaux

Devon and I had travelled back to Paris from Russia, the long way around. Constantine had come to find me in St. Petersburg and asked me to return to Italy with him, which we did not. Devon hadn’t wanted to, and I didn’t want to leave Devon, so we made our way back to France, much to my sire’s anger. He once again thought that I chose Devon over him, but I didn’t see it that way. If Constantine had wanted me, for us to be together properly, I wouldn’t have hesitated, but I knew that wasn’t what he wanted.

I met Pierre in the summer of 1898. He was eighteen and totally beguiling. His innocence and naïveté of the world held me captive and he had me completely under his spell. I had Shifted after we left my sire at Devon’s request, but as soon as we arrived in Paris, I Shifted back to my natural form. There was a driving force behind it that I couldn’t explain. I later wondered if it had anything to do with Pierre. I was glad that he met me as I was. He was the grandson of a bookshop keeper and the sweetest thing I had ever come across. He had dark hair and eyes to match and his face lit up when he saw me. I teased him mercilessly for weeks, coming into the store every other day so that he could catch a glimpse of me, but I never spoke to him. I flashed him pretty smiles and coquettish looks and if I had let him, he would have followed me around like a little puppy. After a few weeks, he finally plucked up the courage to speak to me, and I batted my lashes at him as he flushed and stammered through his greeting. Devon thought I was being unduly cruel to the poor boy, which was amusing coming from him. He played with his women like a cat would a mouse.

That was when I finally decided to let up my aloofness. I asked him to join me for a picnic and he readily agreed. I was delighted with his attentiveness. He treated me like a princess, and I loved it. I grew very fond of him and as the days passed, I knew I wanted to turn him. He was so shy that I was sure he had never been with a woman before and that made me want him even more. I hadn’t ever bedded a virgin and I liked the idea immensely. On one such picnic, I decided it was time for him to please me. I let him kiss me with his soft, gentle lips. He never took it any further, but that day I whispered to him, “I want you, Pierre.”

“I am right here, my love,” he replied with a confused look that made me giggle.

“No, I want you inside me, pleasing me,” I said.

He blushed a bright red and stammered.

“It’s all right,” I reassured him. “I will show you what to do.”

I wanted to unleash my Vampire on him, but he still didn’t know about me and it might have scared him off, so I went gently with him. I laid him down on the blanket and started to unbutton his shirt. He was as stiff as a board and I told him to relax. I placed little kisses down his chest that made him shiver. When I reached his pants, he was already hard and I brushed my fingers lightly over him, loving how much he wanted me to at the same time as trying to push me away in embarrassment. I smiled to myself and undid his breeches. Before I could get him free, he grabbed my hands, shaking his head.

“I fear if you touch me there, I won’t be able to stop myself,” he said.

“I don’t want you to stop yourself, Pierre. I meant what I said, I want you inside me,” I told him.

“No, I will not defile a lady such as yourself,” he insisted.

Oh, if he only knew I was no lady, but that in itself might make him run, so I whispered to him, “Please, Pierre. I love you. Don’t you love me? Don’t you want to be with me?” I peeked up at him from my lowered lashes and it worked like it always did.

“Yes,” he breathed. “I do love you, Margeaux. Do you truly love me too?” he asked hopefully.

“Of course, chéri,” I said to him. I wasn’t sure that I was in love with him, but I cared for him and enjoyed him, and I wanted him. Desperately. The growing lust in me to have him was fueled by his innocence and his chivalry at not wanting to defile me.

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sp; “Let me show you how we can please each other,” I said, and he nodded as his cheeks blushed like two sweet apples.

After our encounter that day, he became my faithful servant. He never wanted to leave my side and he lived for the time we spent together. As winter grew closer, Devon and I were planning to leave for Portugal, and I wanted him to join us. I still hadn’t told him of my true nature, and I was determined to tell him and to ask him to come away with us. Devon was most upset, but I didn’t let that bother me. I made my plans to tell Pierre and I went to his grandfather’s shop to ask him to join me on a walk. Before we left, his grandfather, M. Aubin, called us to the room upstairs. He was angry with Pierre and then turned on me.

“I know what you are!” he spat at me. “I know you are Satan’s spawn.”

I looked quickly at Pierre, who was looking back at me with sorrow and confusion, until his grandfather told him what I was.

“It was her kind that killed your mother and father, Pierre. How can you associate with such a disgusting, evil creature?” he yelled at Pierre.

I frowned at him, as I have evolved. I am no longer a killer and I certainly did not kill Pierre’s parents. I put my hand up to explain myself to him, when he lunged forward and grabbed the stake out of his grandfather’s hand, aiming it straight for my heart.

“No!” I shouted at him, as I dodged his attack. “Pierre, I can explain. I was going to tell you this day who I am and ask you to come away with me.”

“Never!” he said. “I will never want to be with you knowing what you are. You are evil!”

My heart was breaking at his words, but I fled the shop as he was quite serious about trying to end me. I ran to Devon and we left without another look back.

I lie on the bed, sad that things had turned out that way. I never knew how M. Aubin found out about me, but it doesn’t matter now. I was as seduced by his innocence as my sire was of mine. I sigh as I grow bored. I remember that I left Cole rather abruptly this morning, but I couldn’t very well finish what we started with my father standing right there. I felt his anguish and his exhaustion. I wonder if he went back to bed. I close my eyes and try to reach out to him. If Remiel can do this whole dream world thing, then so can I. I am tired of him being more powerful than me. I find Cole and latch onto the telepathic connection we have, and I can see him. Just as I did before, only he is asleep. I call out to him, but he doesn’t wake, so I try to slip into his subconscious. It’s not as hard as you would think. Remiel is right, guards are down, and it is just a case of having enough power. I enter his dream world and shape it so that he is still sleeping in our bed and I climb in next to him. He automatically reaches for me in his sleep, and I grab his hand and kiss it. His eyes fly open and he starts to speak, but I silence him with a kiss. He pulls me on top of him and I proceed to give him exactly what we were speaking of before we got rudely interrupted. I know he will feel the effects of it after he wakes, because I did when Remiel was messing with my dreams. Not that I shall admit that to any of my boys. It wasn’t a dream, but a reality, and I am giving Cole everything he wanted from me. I snuggle into him and stroke his chest until he falls back to sleep, purring with content. I reluctantly pull out of his dream and return to my own reality, which is sucky and boring. I decide to try my hand at exploring, assuming I can get past the guards stationed outside my door, of course.

Chapter 8

Chester, England, March 2013 – Devon

He stares at the ceiling and sighs. His thoughts are errant, and he just can’t concentrate on the matter at hand. I’m done, he thinks. He pushes her head up from where she is sucking his cock and says, “This just isn’t working for me anymore. It’s over.”

“What?” she squeaks. “You can’t finish it. I love you.”