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  He grew harder, more urgent in his moaning. "Rose, I'm going to come soon, if you don't want to swallow, pull back."

  I ignored him and kept sucking, ready to take whatever he could give.

  My sex slickened with arousal as I brought him closer and closer to his own climax. I hadn't expected to be so turned on by this but, seeing him respond to me so sensually, it opened up a desire inside me.

  I worked to keep my own passions dampened, resisting the urge to finger myself as I sucked him.

  Thick come, salty and tangy, shot into my throat and I licked and sucked, swallowing it down as his body spasmed.

  When he finished, he collapsed on the floor and pulled me to his chest, kissing me deeply. "You are one amazing woman."

  I'd just given my first blowjob and I'd loved how in control and powerful I felt. A thrill coursed through me to know that I could give so much pleasure, bring him to such great heights of ecstasy. I couldn't wait for the day when he could safely spread my legs and slide his tongue along my pussy, teasing my clit until I came.

  But until then, we could do this. We could find ways to be together without breaking my rules, but while still having fun.

  And fun we had. For another six days, we ignored the world and explored each other in as many ways as we could. I told him as much about my life as I dared without revealing my secrets, and he shared more stories of his. We went on long walks, cooked meals together, played games by the fire, and found creative ways to explore each other's bodies.

  Whether they were love, lust or some combination, I wasn't yet sure, but my feelings for him had grabbed hold of my heart and wouldn't let go. I knew that if I survived the attack on the Druids I'd find a way to be with him, no matter what. Even if that meant going against my family for good.

  On the seventh day, I woke to a snow-covered world. Not wanting to wake Derek, I used the bathroom and took Sandy out for a walk, leaving a note for him on the bed so he'd know where I'd gone.

  I loved fresh snow, that pristine look of undisturbed nature. Sandy enjoyed it too, and I let her off-leash to run and play. She barked at squirrels and danced in the snow. Her depression had abated during our time in the cabin with Derek. She'd fallen in love with him and stayed near him wherever he went. It seemed that she needed him in our lives just as much as I did.

  Enraptured with the snow and the promise of a new day, I didn't notice when Sandy went stiff until she barked, then howled, then started running back to the cabin in distress.

  All I could think as I followed her was that something had happened to Derek, and my heart shattered at the thought.

  TWENTY

  Violent Ends

  BLAKE

  These violent delights have violent ends

  And in their triumph die, like fire and powder

  Which, as they kiss, consume.

  — William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

  SNOW FROSTED THE cabin, and I wondered it if would still burn down effectively. I'd waited for six days, watching them kiss, touch and undress for each other as rage took up residence in my heart.

  Rainbow expected me to call in if Rose didn't go on a true walk-about as promised. I hadn't called in, because I needed to handle this problem myself.

  They hadn't strayed more than a few feet from each other this whole time, leaving me little opportunity to end Derek's life while sparing Rose and her dog. I knew this would hurt her, but I didn't want to physically harm her. Emotional wounds could heal, and this was just a fling. I'd be there to comfort her, to offer her support. She'd see how much I truly loved her. How much I deserved her.

  That morning I caught a break. Rose came out of the cabin with Sandy by her side. I waited for Derek to close the door behind them and walk hand-in-hand with her, as if he couldn't spend a moment not touching her. But he never came.

  Once she had gone far enough into the woods to be out of harm's way, I took the cans of gasoline and the matches and crept up to the cabin. I still had the coven's power protecting me, though only Rainbow knew that, so I didn't fear being seen. Shifters might be able to sense more than others, though, and I didn't want to risk getting caught.

  I poured the gasoline around the porch and splashed it onto the walls, then lit a match and threw it. A whoosh of fire flamed to life, consuming the carefully crafted vacation home. Somewhere inside, Derek would meet his end.

  Hiding in the bushes, I watched the fire blaze. It didn't demolish the house as fast as I'd hoped. The sheer mass combined with the weather slowed down the fire.

  Sandy barked in the distance and came running toward the inferno. Part of me wanted to run up to save the dog, but I couldn't expose myself.

  The dog, fearless beyond measure, jumped in through a window that had shattered, howling from pain as the flames licked her legs and glass cut into her flesh.

  It took several moments for Rose to catch up, panting and screaming, tears pouring down her face. She hollered to the house. "Derek? Where are you? Sandy! Come back, girl!"

  It took a lot for me to stay in place, to not offer her a friend. But there'd be plenty of time for that. I just hoped her dog survived.

  Rose ran up to the house, looked around as if praying for help, then ran into the flames crying out for Derek and Sandy.

  My heart contracted in pain. If she died, none of this mattered. It would all be for naught.

  I knew I had to do something. I sifted through the family magic and pulled a strand of Ocean's powers. She controlled the water element. If I could channel it through her, maybe I could slow down the flames.

  Concentrating, I imagined a watery hand reaching out to submerge the fire, stifling their influence.

  With energy draining out of me like water drains from a bathtub, I gave the fire everything I had.

  Finally, it slowed, then died out, leaving the smoking remains of a once beautiful home.

  Five minutes passed as I waited to see if Rose would emerge unscathed. Then ten minutes. It became difficult to breathe.

  When she stumbled out of the cabin, I collapsed in relief. Then Derek followed at her heels, carrying a furry bundle that didn't move, and I knew the fire had claimed the wrong casualty.

  TWENTY ONE

  Sad Hours

  ROSE

  Ay me! sad hours seem long.

  — William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

  I HAD NO choice but to tell my family the truth about where I'd been and who I'd been with. The police department already knew. The fire department knew. Derek had to go home and tell his family, so he dropped me off at the entrance to the coven property.

  "Are you sure you don't want me to be there with you when you go home? I can stay, Rose. My family can wait."

  I wanted to say yes, but it would be bad enough without dragging him into my drama, and I had too many secrets from him still to introduce him to my family.

  "No, I have to do this alone." My voice sounded distant, like someone else was speaking.

  I hadn't cried yet, which felt wrong. But my heart had frozen in shock, and hadn't yet begun to beat again. When it did, I was sure the pain would overwhelm me.

  Sandy lay in the backseat, lifeless and covered in burns. She'd warned Derek of the fire, but had already been too badly injured by then to save.

  By some miracle, we'd survived unscathed and the fire had stopped on its own. I didn't have the energy to probe with my magic to find out why or how. I felt dead inside and just wanted to rewind time and go back to the days before, when the magic of love could have sustained me forever.

  Derek pulled me into an embrace and I waited for the wave of emotion to crash, but it didn't. Still, I clung to him, not wanting him to leave despite my words, but I no longer had the luxury of his touch and nearness. I'd have to face this next hurdle alone.

  Ocean met us at the gate, her face pale and makeup-less, her eyes rimmed in red and puffy from crying. When I got out of the car, she grabbed me and hugged so hard I couldn't breathe.

  "Oh m
y God, Rose. I'm so sorry. Where is she?"

  I gestured to the backseat, and Ocean opened the door. Derek came up next to her and helped her pull out Sandy. Ocean cradled the large dog in her arms.

  As Derek drove away, Ocean and I walked side by side toward the main house to face a new kind of fire together.

  We'd buried Sandy in the hard winter earth near her puppies. I'd insisted on it, despite the challenge of digging this time of year.

  Fate had come full circle, ripping Sandy and her litter from the world just as it had done to her mother and littermates.

  Now I sat alone facing my mother. I'd just told her everything, and her face betrayed her disappointment and anger.

  I didn't care. She could scream, threaten, throw things… nothing would make me feel worse than I already did.

  "If you hadn't disobeyed, and broken the rules, Sandy wouldn't have died."

  Of all the things I expected her to say, that hadn't been on the list, and her words were like a knife in my gut.

  Seeing my body cave into itself, she twisted the knife deeper. "You're just lucky the young man you shacked up with isn't dead as well. Obviously you didn't have sex, but that was just a matter of time. This fire could have saved his life. I hope you now understand why it's important for you to stay away from boys and focus on your coven. In less than a week, on the new moon, we have to go against the Druids, and I need you focused and at your best."

  Still, I said nothing. I had no voice left.

  "If you leave this property again before the attack, you'll never be allowed back, not even to collect your things or see your sister or Ocean. Now go home, get yourself together, and prepare for war."

  TWENTY TWO

  Sweet Discourses

  DEREK

  and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our time to come.

  — William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

  TIME LUMBERED FORWARD thick and slow, like sap frozen to the bark of a tree, stuck forever in its last drip. It had been two days since I'd heard from Rose, despite numerous phone calls, emails and texts. I was starting to feel like a stalker but, knowing how much she must be suffering, I couldn't give up.

  I was about to drive over to her house when my phone binged with a new email.

  "Derek, I'm sorry I haven't returned your messages. It's been a hard couple of days and I just needed time alone. I miss you. I'll call you later tonight. Love, Rose."

  At least I could stop worrying that she never wanted to speak to me again after Sandy died trying to save me. The guilt of that chewed through me, tarnishing the most perfect week I'd ever experienced.

  Instead of leaving as planned, I went to check on Dean, who hadn't shown any signs of improvement.

  Tammy sat by his bed, holding his hand, tears running down her face. "It seems our childhood memories are burning down around us. First Dean is attacked and… taken from us. Then our cabin is burned down." She looked up at me. "What do we do, Derek? I don't know how to handle this. I need him back."

  I sat in the chair next to her and rubbed her back. "I do, too. There has to be a way to heal him. We'll find it, I swear, and we'll make those witches pay for this and the cabin."

  She used her sweater sleeve to wipe her eyes. "Do you really think they're responsible for the fire?"

  "Who else would deliberately do that? We know it was arson, so it had to be someone coming after our family." Besides, I sensed something unusual about the energy in the woods after the fire. Power had been used by someone.

  "Don't you have a few enemies that might want to hurt you?"

  I thought of the bars I'd toured, the men I'd conned money from in pool. "Yes, but they wouldn't know where to find me, and they'd certainly never suspect that I'm an O'Conner. I've been using mom's maiden name since I left." Even with Rose. I didn't want her to know that I was the heir to Rose Botanicals. I wanted her to fall in love with me for me before she found out the truth about my family.

  "Are you so ashamed of us that you won't even use our name?" She looked hurt, and I didn't want to add any more pain to her life.

  "No, not at all. I just needed to find my own way for a while. It had nothing to do with you guys."

  She shook her head. "That's where you're wrong. We're a family. When you left, it had everything to do with us. We were hurt. We missed you. We worried for you."

  Looking back down at Dean, she smiled and brushed a lock of hair out of his face. "You know Dean and I used to spend hours making up stories about your life when you first left. We imagined elaborate scenarios that rivaled James Bond movies. We'd try to outdo each other with the most outrageous Derek O'Conner escapade. We held each other together, but now, I don't have him, and you'll be leaving soon. I feel so alone. So lost."

  Our mother walked in at that moment, her eyes full of grief ever since my brother came home this way. She kissed us both on the head, then leaned in to kiss Dean. "All of my children, finally together. This isn't how I imagined it."

  I stood and offered her my seat.

  "No, I'm not staying. I just wanted to see how my poor boy was doing. Have there been any changes? Any sign he's heard you?"

  Dean lay on the bed, eyes open but face void of any thought or presence. He could have been a mannequin for all the life that existed in his eyes.

  I resisted the urge to shake him, to beg him to wake up. This nightmare had to end soon. "Have the doctors come up with anything?"

  Mom shook her head. "No, nothing. But I'll let you know the moment they do. Have you heard from Rose?"

  Leave it to my mother to still be concerned about my love life despite everything going on. "Just now. She's hurting."

  "I can imagine. Give her our love and tell her we look forward to meeting her when she's ready. I've never seen you so happy, so hopeful, as you've been since you started seeing her. Anyone that can bring the spark back in my son's eyes is a keeper."

  "Thanks, Mom." I hugged her, then turned to hug Tammy. "I've got to go email her back. I'll see you in a bit?"

  They nodded as Mom sat next to Tammy, and I slipped out and locked myself in my room.

  I couldn't wait until that night, I needed to talk to her sooner. Phone in hand, I listened to it ring and willed her to pick up.

  When I heard her voice, I almost thought it was her voicemail, but I had that memorized and this wasn't it. "Rose?"

  "Hi, Derek. How are you?"

  "Missing you. Can I see you soon? You don't have to go through this alone, you know."

  Was that a sob I heard? I couldn't tell with the crappy cell phone reception she got in the country.

  "I'm okay, but it's a bit crazy here right now. My family is dealing with some other stuff and until I get that sorted out, I'm afraid it'll be hard to get together."

  My heart dropped. Was she breaking up with me? "How long?"

  "Just a few more days, I think. Then we can go out, and I'll explain everything, I promise. Derek, there are things about me that might be hard for you to accept and, if you can't, that's okay. I'd never hurt you on purpose and I just want… " Definitely a sob. "I just want you to be happy."

  "Rose, what are you talking about? There's nothing you can tell me that would make me love you any less."

  A pause.

  A long pause.

  Because I'd just used the "L" word, entirely by accident. But I meant it, so I didn't take it back. I just wished I could have said it to her face, first.

  "Love?"

  "Yes, Rose. I love you. You have no idea how hard it is to not say something like that, when every time we talk, every time I look at you, my heart is screaming it." I held my breath and waited to see what she'd do.

  More sobs. "Oh, God, Derek. I love you, too. I do. But you don't know the real me, and when you do, I fear you'll change your mind about this. But I love you, just know that. And even when you hate me, I'll still love you. I have to go now, but I just wanted to thank you for giving me the most magical week of my life. I'll never fo
rget it."

  She hung up, and I stared at my phone, unsure of what to think or feel. She loved me back, so that should have made me happy—and it did. But why did she think I would hate her? What could she possibly tell me that would be so horrible?

  And what would she think of me, when she learned my secrets?

  TWENTY THREE

  Never to Return

  ROSE

  Ready to go but never to return.

  — William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

  Dear Diary,

  He used the word that exploded my world into a million shiny threads of color and light. But how can he love a woman he doesn't really know?

  We think we see the truth of life, but the real truth slithers under layers of foliage, unseen and unknown, waiting to strike like a snake dripping with venom.

  If we had the power to rewrite our histories, what stories would we tell? Would I have chosen to forgo paradise to save Sandy's life, only to leave her stuck in her own sorrow? Does the fact that her last days were filled with joy give more meaning to her death, somehow?

  And what would she think of all this, if she could think at all?

  Today we go to war, and with war there are always casualties. I've already forfeited my soul for this battle, and it hasn't even begun. What of me will be left to love when this is over?