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Rose	By : gothicdivine Category: Anita Blake > General Views: 1783 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based on the Anita Blake series. All but one of these characters belong to Laurell K Hamilton and I make no money or profit from this work.

Chapter List
- 1-Rose
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
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Minutes before sunset I was pulled into the pantry by my arm. I grappled with the stranger for some moments in the darkness until I heard a familiar voice whisper my name.
“Emmanuel?”
I stopped struggling and raised my hand to find Emmanuel’s tight curls brushing my skin.
“What on earth do you want from me?” I asked, trying to keep the annoyance out of my voice. Her grip on me loosened then let go.
“I wanted to speak with you…”
My anger took over and I interrupted before she could finish.
“Well surely you could have spoken with me any other time today! Was this necessary, to-”
My voice broke as I felt a sharp slap around my face. My eyes began to water as Emmanuel took hold of my arms once more, hissing words so close to my face I could feel her hot breath on my lips.
“Let me speak child! This infatuation with Belle must end here!”
I pulled away from her hold and spoke clearly.
“This is not merely infatuation, but love. Real love. I love Belle and she loves me.”
I took a step closer to her, my voice lowering.
“And you. You would be wise to keep these impure thoughts to yourself perra.”
I spat the last up into her face, turned on my heel and left the pantry, throwing the door closed behind me. The kitchen maids watched with wide eyes as I stormed through the room, clutching my skirts so tightly my knuckles turned white. I knew my face was fixed with an ugly look that displayed anger and rage but I did not care. Not one person spoke to me as I made my way to the servant quarters. Once there, I sat on the edge of my bed and waited for the summon that would take me to Belle.

It was over an hour later when there was a knock at my door. I moved from the spot that had rooted me the entire time and walked across the room. I opened the door to the corbeau. Jean-Claude. I had half expected Asher, but it would seem his affection for me had ran out. Jean-Claude stood there for a second, unsmiling, only looking down his nose at me. With a blank face, he bowed his head down before me and spoke.
“Cheri, I have been requested to bring you to notre reine’s chambers.”
I had half expected Asher to come for me, but it would appear that his affection for me had disappeared. I took the arm of Jean-Claude and allowed him to lead me down the corridor. As we walked my mind went to his eyes and the look I had seen in them. His beautiful midnight gaze, framed by his ebony curls, had been punctured by anger and pain. The anger I had expected, as I knew full well how much the corbeau cared for Asher, the man I had hurt. While I was deep in thought, Jean-Claude touched my shoulder and gently pushed my back to the wall. I looked up at him, asking the question on my tongue with my eyes. Concern replaced the hurt in his eyes and they looked raw as he spoke.
“Do you love Belle?”
I pondered for a second on what to say and did the only thing I could think of. I answered truthfully.
“Yes Monsieur, I do.”
He closed his eyes with a sign that sent a shiver through me. He released me and gracefully moved back against the wall opposite me. His hand went to his face, hiding his eyes from me as he said, “You are a fool.”
He moved his hand away and looked at me. I looked back with a frown.
“Senor, there is nothing foolish about lo-”
“Love!” He snapped, laughter in his voice, “It is not love you feel Cheri, it is lust! Bedazzlement!”
He pushed away from the wall and moved towards me, placing one hand on each side of the wall behind my head and leant in so out faces were a centimetre from touching. He spoke low and slowly.
“She has you under her spell, my love. That is what Belle does and you a just a pawn in her game.”
My mouth moved wordlessly as I stared up at his angry face. I inwardly cursed myself as I whispered the words I didn’t want to.
“You are scaring me…”
His face softened and he backed up slightly, leaving one hand where it was and using the other to stroke my cheek.
“I did not mean to scare you Cheri. But it makes me angry that a love as pure as you have should be wasted on the uncaring.”
I shook as I spoke.
“Belle cares for me… She told me.”
He laughed humourlessly and his face turned deadly serious in a split second.
“What would you do if I kissed you ma rose?”
I stayed silent as I repeated what he said in my mind. As I was asking myself if he was playing with my mind, his lips pressed against mine. He used his delicate hands on my waist to pull my body in against his. By instinct, I put my hands between us, coming into contact with the smooth expanse of his chest through the lace of his shirt. I gasped into his mouth as his tongue slipped into mine. I managed to break free of him long enough to say, “Belle…” before his teeth at my neck silenced me. He nibbled at my skin while I shivered. Though I tried to fight the pleasure, I could not resist to tremble in his strong arms. He murmured against my neck, his lips brushing the skin there.
“Belle will not mind me doing this Cheri. Nor she will mind you giving into me.”
His face left my neck and he looked into my eyes.
“I know you want this dear. Belle wants it too…”
He slowly moved his mouth to mine.
“She does…?”
His eyes fluttered shut, the black lace of his lashes resting on his sculptured cheek.
“Oui. Kiss me Cheri…”
“Oh Dios…”
His lips gently touched mine and the passion that was there before shrank into tender romance and I felt the affectionate thoughts he was thinking in his touch. His lips on mine. His hand brushing against my spine. I reached up to entwine my hands in his black curls. I let the softness of them drift over my fingertips and allowed my other hand to travel into his shirt, my palm held over the slow beat of his heart. His lips stopped moving on mine and he spoke.
“For you my love. It beats for you…”

My heart fluttered in my chest as Jean-Claude led me into Belle’s chambers by my hand. I let the door shut quietly behind me and my breath caught in my throat at the beautiful sight in front of me. Belle was curled like a cat at the head of her bed. She wore a golden robe, spread on the crimson silk sheets. Her hair was loose and falling across her shoulders, her face an astounding dream. As my eyes travelled down her perfectly sculptured form, they came across Asher. He sat at the edge of the bed, and at my surprise, he had nothing but smiles for me. I felt a hand at the small of my back when Jean-Claude pushed me in front of him. He kept my hand as Asher stood and came to me.
“Cheri…”
I looked into the husky blue of his eyes and fought back tears.
“I would hate to think I have upset you… please tell me you have not been fretting over me.”
I swallowed and felt the tears spill onto my cheeks. Asher’s gentle touch wiped them away and I lowered my head. I spoke meekly into the white lace of his shirt.
“I hurt you…”
He pulled me into his embrace. Jean-Claude moved his hand from mine to stroke my hair as Asher held me.
“Non, non, you did not hurt me sweetheart. I acted badly. It is you who must forgive me.”
I felt a disturbance in the air at my side and moved my head to see Belle stood between Asher and Jean-Claude. She smiled tenderly.
“You don’t understand, ma rose. You have not hurt anybody. Only done what we have wanted. Your ideals of love are limited to that of a mortal.”
She took my hand and drew me away from Asher to sit on the bed. She stood over me.
“Love can not be secluded to one person. Love is the strongest thing in this world and must be shared! That is why you are here.”
She sat beside me, one arm sliding across my shoulders and her hand moving my face to watch the two beautiful men before me.
“Will you share your love, ma rose?”
Her words rang in my ears. My most impure thoughts were acceptable to her and I did the one thing I wanted to do. I nodded slowly.
“Yes…”
She leant into me, her breath hot against my ear.
“Do you trust me, my love?”
I swallowed.
“Yes.”
“You want this?”
“Yes.”
She moved away from me and stood. She looked down at me with a smile playing at her lips. She turned to Jean-Claude and Asher silently. I did not see her face but it caused the two men to walk to me and join me on the bed. Belle moved away from us and sat daintily on a divan at the far wall. I looked away from her as Asher began to kiss my shoulder and Jean-Claude used his hand to move my face to his. He kissed me once more, his fangs sharp against my tongue. Asher’s hands moved against my clothing, so expertly I did not know he was undressing me until my outer dress moved away from my body, revealing the tattered chemise underneath. I felt slight embarrassment at what they were thinking of me. Men of their class were used to well-dressed women fashioned in silk. I chased the thought away and allowed myself to fall into the touch of their hands. I helped Asher remove my dress completely and it was Jean-Claude’s hands that went to the back of my corset, pulling at the tight laces. Asher moved away from us to rest against the pillows, leaving Jean-Claude to pull the corset away. He knelt and took my breasts in his hands through the thin chemise. I looked over my shoulder at Asher as Jean-Claude moved his face and hands over my chest. He smiled at me as Jean-Claude sent shivers all over my body. With one hand resting on his knee, he beckoned me to come to him. I looked down at the man caressing my body and put my hands on his shoulders. He moved back enough for me to crawl to the other man. Putting thoughts of embarrassment and shame aside, I climbed onto Asher’s lap and spread my knees to either side of his body. For a few moments, I only looked down at him silently. I opened my mouth to speak but he placed one finger against my lips.
“Shh…”
He sat up slowly, sliding his arms around my waist. He kissed me then as he had kissed me the night before. With passion and with love. A second set of hands caressed my shoulders, moving my hair to one side and I didn’t have to look to know it was Jean-Claude. He pulled my chemise up, over my head and Asher’s hands and mouth claimed my breasts. I leant back to find Jean-Claude had removed his shirt so my bare skin rubbed against his. I moved my face to the side and reached for him. My hand slid around his neck, his fingers trailing down my arm and he kissed me deeply. I closed my eyes at the sensation of so many hands and mouths on my body. I only opened them when Jean-Claude moved away to sink into the pillows beside Asher. He began to unbutton his breeches. Asher’s mouth left my breast and he watched me as I followed Jean-Claude’s movements. He gently nudged me towards him and I climbed down from Asher’s lap and crawled towards Jean-Claude. I reached out to where his hands were moving and opened his breeches myself. He was already hard as I brought out his manhood, stroking it the way Asher had shown me the previous night. Jean-Claude arched his back slightly, head thrown back, letting out a silent sigh. The sight of him like that with his eyes closed made me tremble and ache for touch. Almost as if he had read my mind, Asher moved behind me and used his hands to raise my hips upwards. He nudged my knees apart with his own and slid between them, hand sliding down my behind to brush my most intimate area. I moaned and tightened my grip on Jean-Claude’s length. He matched my moan with one of his own and while Asher stroked me, Jean-Claude used his hand to lower my mouth to what I held in my hand. I began slow, as I had never performed this act before. I started by using my tongue to explore the velvet smoothness of him, not daring to take him in my mouth. I used just my lips to suck at the skin there and I trembled whenever he did. His hand stayed on top of my head, encouraging me to continue. When Asher slid his fingers inside of me, I gasped out against Jean-Claude, making him shudder under my touch. Becoming more aroused, I slid my hand down him and finally took his end into my mouth. I allowed my tongue to caress his most sensitive part while Asher removed his hand from between my legs and replaced it with his mouth. I moaned onto Jean-Claude’s member when I felt Asher’s tongue enter me. Jean-Claude’s grip tightened on my hair and he gasped my name. I began to move my head up and down on him, slowly, but increasing my speed as I became adjusted to the new sensation. Jean-Claude encouraged me by matching my movements with his hips while Asher used his hands and mouth to bring me to a moaning orgasm. I came and Jean-Claude moaned with me. He pulled my mouth away from his length and dragged me up to meet his lips so I straddled him. He used his strength to move us both down the bed easily and slid his hand between our bodies. I loudly cried out as he thrust into me, trying to ignore the dull pain. He slumped back into the sheets, moving slowly in and out of me. Asher moved up to us, now stripped of all clothing. Without being prompted, I took his manhood into my mouth the same way I had done with Jean-Claude’s. This time around, I did not start slow. I sucked at Asher’s member fast and hard, using my hand to caress the parts that my mouth could not reach. He cried out above me while Jean-Claude moaned beneath me. His hands held my hips up while he slammed himself completely inside of me. The pain was fading quickly and I willed him to continue. Over and over again he thrust into me, our flesh meeting each time while Asher moved his hips to my movements. I heard Jean-Claude whisper in a strained voice.
“Close… proche…”
The orgasm struck when I did not expect it. My body tightened and heat flowed through my veins. I trembled and shook as I came, moaning onto Asher, who thrust into my mouth the way Jean-Claude had thrust between my legs. With one last vigorous movement from Jean-Claude, I felt his body spasm and spill himself inside me. His arched back collapsed against the sheets and Asher pulled himself from my mouth, quickly pulling me off Jean-Claude and throwing me to my knees. He slammed himself into me from behind, and thrust at me frantically, moaning all the while. I gripped the silk sheets in both hands and made small, helpless noises. Asher’s pace quickened and just as I came again, so did he. His movements were strong and almost violent as he too spilled into me. When he was done, he let his weight fall onto my back for a second so I was supporting him. Eventually he rolled off me and dropped onto the bed, opposite the side where Jean-Claude was sprawled. I too let my exhaustion take me over and fell to the sheets. I closed my eyes and felt fingers trail up my stomach. Jean-Claude moved up against me while Asher traced circles on my skin.
“Mon Dieu…”
Asher’s whisper against my neck made me shiver and I opened my eyes to see his mere inches away. I smiled wearily at him and turned my head to Jean-Claude. He had rested his head on my shoulder and had a peaceful look on his face. The voice from the corner shocked me so much I sat upright, disturbing Jean-Claude and Asher from their rest.
“You have now tasted love, ma rose.”
I had forgotten about Belle completely, and mouthed an apology as I could not speak yet. She moved closer to the bed.
“Do not apologize for the talents of these men, darling. You are tired. Rest.”
She crawled onto the bed and knelt in front of me. She kissed me gently on the lips and pushed my shoulder so I lay back down between my two lovers. I closed my eyes as they moved up to me again, arms sliding across me. Sleep took me faster than I expected and I dreamt of love and passion.
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