Virgin In Heat (The Beast's Forced Mating) (4 page)

Silas was sitting on the bed, his spine stiff
and he turned to look at Charlotte.

“There are clothes laid out for you,” he
explained, gesturing to a bench. “I will be right out.”

Charlotte nodded silently as she watched
Silas enter the bathroom. She wondered where Silas had found female
clothes, but she knew it was better not to ask. She moved towards
the clothes and she saw that they were beautiful and unlike
anything she had ever owned. She slipped into the garments and
examined herself in the mirror.

The dress was a soft emerald shade that
matched her eyes perfectly. It had a high neck and flared sleeves
with two small bands of gold at the elbow. The dress hugged her
body until it reached her waist, where a thick band of gold rope
separated the top from the bottom. It fell loosely to the ground,
the material flowed in soft folds as it swirled around her
feet.

Charlotte was surprised to see that her hair
was down and she forgot that Silas had tugged it free when he took
her body for his own. She saw a gold and emerald hair comb and
decided to leave her hair down – something she had never done. She
smoothed down her soft curls and pulled one side back before
sliding the delicate clip into her hair.

“You look beautiful,” Silas said hoarsely,
and Charlotte jumped with surprise and turned towards him.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you,” he
said, and Charlotte tried to read his haunted look. His eyes raked
over her and they were filled with such sadness and sorrow that
Charlotte wanted to weep herself. A knock from somewhere downstairs
broke the spell, and Silas ducked his head.

“Excuse me,” he said and he hurried from the
room.

Charlotte stood dumbly in the room and then
heard voices drifting up from downstairs. She crept to the door and
listened. She heard Silas speak.

“I had to send for you. You must send the
pack out now. Usha knows and it will only be a matter of time.”

“But are you sure?” a strange voice
asked.

“I’m certain. You must not waste time. Make
sure her family is unharmed.”

“How many humans?”

“A grown male and female, and two small
female children.”

Charlotte’s blood ran cold. They were talking
about her family.

“And what if-” the voice asked.

“I can’t think of that now,” Silas growled.
“She is our priority, but I don’t want her family harmed if we can
help it. Leave them a guard.”

“As you wish.” The second voice conceded.

Charlotte sank to the floor. Silas never said
her family’s names, but it had to be them that he was discussing.
Her parents and her two small sisters. Charlotte’s heart ached for
Abigail and Bessie.

The door to the bedroom opened and Silas saw
Charlotte on the floor. His face was devoid of all pain and longing
from earlier and he helped Charlotte up.

“You heard,” he said simply.

“Please, tell me what is going on. Where am
I? Why am I here? Who is Usha?”

Charlotte had barely stopped speaking before
Silas’ lips crushed against her own soft lips and she gasped into
Silas’ mouth.

“Stop!” she protested, trying in vain to push
him away, so she could focus on her worries. Silas was much bigger
and stronger; it was pointless.

“You want it!” he said angrily and his
chocolate eyes turned from brown to yellow. Charlotte looked at him
fearfully; the change in his eyes made him look feral.

“I don’t! You’re frightening me!” Her voice
was stronger now.

Silas cursed and his eyes morphed back into
their warm brown color. He pressed his hands to Charlotte’s body
and she suddenly felt her desire skyrocket. She moaned wantonly as
Silas slipped his tongue into her mouth.

Charlotte sucked on his tongue, desperate for
whatever she could have. Charlotte felt her body give over to Silas
and she wanted to please him in a way she couldn’t understand.

Silas gently pushed her to her knees and he
slowly undid his pants. His thick cock sprang free and Charlotte
saw it was growing hard before her eyes.

“Take me in your mouth. Suck me.”

Charlotte gazed at him wide-eyed, but she
obeyed, slowly wrapping her mouth around him. He was warm and solid
and she liked the way he sat heavily in her mouth. She slowly moved
her mouth up and down as she acquainted herself with his throbbing
member.

Silas groaned and rocked on his heels as
Charlotte slid her mouth up and down his shaft.

“That’s right. You’re mine. You will start to
crave me, Charlotte.”

The more he moaned, the more Charlotte wanted
to please him and she worked tirelessly. Did other people do this,
she wondered? She clearly had lived a sheltered life.

“Don’t be afraid,” Silas gasped and Charlotte
wanted to ask him why but the words froze on her tongue. As she
sucked Silas she saw his body begin to vibrate and blur, and
suddenly he was no longer Silas - but the wolf. The images
continued to vibrate, and the lines between wolf and man blurred.
Charlotte stopped, frightened, but then his shape vibrated again
and Silas was before her once more.

“Don’t stop,” he choked, “I can’t help it! I
won’t hurt you.”

For some reason, Charlotte trusted him, and
she continued to suck on him, watching in awe as his shape changed
back and forth before her eyes.

Her mouth slid along his ridges and she
milked his tip, realizing that elicited the most moans from him.
She was desperate for him, the hunger in her belly growing stronger
as she took him in her mouth and pleasured him. She felt like a
different person. Hours ago she was only a girl and now she was a
full-fledged woman, desiring the body of a man.

“Charlotte! I’m going to cum!”

Charlotte didn’t understand but next thing
she knew she felt a warm gush of fluid in her mouth, and alarmed,
she tried to pull off. Silas held her head tightly to his cock as
he continued to spurt into her mouth.

“Swallow!” he commanded, and Charlotte
understood, gulping down his thick, creamy semen. She swallowed
again and again as Silas emptied himself into her warm mouth and
finally he ran dry. She pulled off, wiping at her mouth; she could
still taste his salty fluids on her tongue.

“Silas!” A voice called from downstairs.

“Damnit!” he cursed, reaching down to pull
Charlotte up. Dazed, Charlotte tried to gather herself. She had
just thoroughly enjoyed sucking off Silas, and her body ached to
feel and taste his warm girth again.

“We might as well get this over with,” Silas
sighed, and he beckoned for Charlotte to follow him. They went down
the steep wooden stairs and Charlotte gaped at what she found in
Silas’ sitting room. The creature at first appeared to be a man,
but he had the body of a horse.

Charlotte couldn’t help but gape.

The centaur scoffed. “I take it your human
has never seen a centaur before.”

“Rys, I doubt she even knows what a centaur
is,” Silas said, gently pulling on Charlotte’s hand. “Charlotte,
this is Rys. Please don’t mind him, he’s a bit of an ass.”

Charlotte tried to smile politely, but the
movement felt false and she sat in a nearby chair, holding her gaze
on the extraordinary creature.

Rys waved Charlotte off and trotted towards
Silas.

“We’ve got a major problem on our hands,” he
said, gesturing to Charlotte.

“They were going to kill her.”

This got Charlotte’s attention and she
snapped out of her daze and remembered what she and Silas were
talking about before he distracted her with his cock.

“You didn’t answer my questions!” she
accused, jumping out of her seat. For some reason, her anger made
her feel aroused and she tried to rectify her two feelings.

“Have you told the child nothing?” Rys chided
and Silas shook his head.

Rys’ face suddenly softened and he took
Charlotte’s hand sympathetically.

“There, there, child,” he soothed, “We shall
explain. I’m sure you’re very frightened.”

Rys’ kindness touched Charlotte, and she
nodded as a few tears slid down her cheeks. It had been such a
confusing and terrifying day. She looked at Rys more closely and
noticed he was handsome in a strange way. His skin was a dark tan,
and he had jet-black hair that hung to his waist. His eyes were a
golden amber shade and Charlotte found herself trusting his warm
eyes.

Silas stood and pulled three mugs from a
cabinet. He poured a type of red liquid into each mug and passed
them to Rys and Charlotte. Rys drank immediately but Charlotte
hesitated.

“Fairy Mead,” Silas explained. “Try it.
You’ll like it.”

Charlotte took a sip and she closed her eyes
as the delicious liquid ran over her tongue. It was unlike anything
she had ever tasted. It was sweet and tart from unknown flavors and
it warmed her insides immediately. She went to take another long
drink of the mead.

“Careful my dear,” Rys warned. “It’s
alcohol.”

Charlotte’s eyes widened and she carefully
set her mug down. She had only had sips of alcohol on special
occasions.

Rys smiled at her and Charlotte watched how
he only sipped his drink. She made a mental note to only sip.

Silas cleared his throat and ran his hand
through his wild hair before he began to speak.

“Usha is the ruler of Ma’iap. We were once a
peaceful world under her mother's rule, she was a kind and gentle
queen. Usha was greedy and power hungry and she killed her mother
and usurped the throne. She is of a special breed, the Blessed Lupa
Fae. They are a dying race and only their females can rule. Since
Usha has taken over, she has used dark magic to prevent herself
from aging and she has imprisoned or killed the only other Lupa Fae
in our world. She will bear no children to ensure that there is no
further competition.”

“But what does this have to do with me?”
Charlotte interrupted.

Silas nodded and continued. “We of Ma’iap
grew up with a tale called The Lake Princess. It has been passed
down from our ancestors. The tale tells of a time in Ma’iap when
there is great darkness and discord. Harmony is lost. But the
Princess of the Lake is found. She was a child of Ma’iap, and a
Blessed Lupa Fae at that. . She grew up on a faraway lake in
another world, biding her time until she was rightfully returned to
Ma’iap. When Ma’iap is at it’s darkest hour, the Princess of the
Lake will be summoned. She will be pure of Ma’iap’s darkness and
once she accepts her rightful place she will rid Ma’iap of it’s
evil and restore peace and prosperity.”

Charlotte looked stupidly at Silas.

“I still don’t follow,” she said lamely.

Rys jumped in. “My dear,” he said slowly. “We
believe the tale is about you. You are the Lake Princess.”

Charlotte blinked.

She looked from Rys to Silas and back once
more.

Her heart pounded in her chest.

She wanted to laugh hysterically, but her
body seemed frozen.

“That’s ridiculous,” she whispered.

“But it’s not,” Rys said quietly.

“It’s not me at all,” Charlotte said her
voice rising.” First of all, I’m not a child of Ma’iap! And I’m not
a princess! And if you’re referring to the lake, I didn’t grow up
there! We only visit in the summer!”

“It’s all relative,” Silas explained, cutting
her off. “It’s not meant to be completely literal, but it’s pretty
damn close. Usha grew up with the tale as well, and her father is
partially to blame for it coming true. She wants to kill you
because she will take every precaution to protect her throne.”

“I don’t want her throne!” Charlotte
screeched, “I don’t want any part of your twisted fairy tale! Can’t
you see that? Please, I’m very sorry for what is happening in your
world, but I have no connection! I just want to go back to my
world.”

Rys held his hand up to silence her and
Charlotte fell silent.

“Have you ever wondered why your sisters are
golden-haired?” he asked.

Charlotte shrugged. “They take after my
father.”

“But why don’t you?”

“Because I don’t,” she said defiantly. “What
is your point?”

“You do not resemble your father, because he
is not your birth father.”

“How dare you,” she hissed, feeling her anger
bubble up inside of her. First, Silas seduced her and now she was
being told her father was not actually her father.

“Hear us out,” Silas said, running his hand
along the bare skin of her arm.

Charlotte felt instantly calm from his touch,
and consequently aroused.

“Do you feel that?” Silas whispered. “Do you
feel our connection? Do you wonder why you can’t resist me?”

Charlotte thought it was her mind playing
tricks on her. And the more Silas and she touched, the more and
more drawn she felt to him.

“It is in my blood to be drawn to Lupa Fae
since I am a werewolf. Blessed Lupa Fae only heightens the
sensation because of your connection to nature, and it becomes
stronger and stronger.”

“You’re trying to tell me that I am a Blessed
Lupa Fae?”

“Yes,” both men said.

“I don’t even know what that is! I’m a
human!”

“There is more to Usha’s story,” Rys spoke
up. “Her father was a charming, beautiful man who liked to collect
females. Especially exotic females. Usha’s mother, the queen, was
beautiful but she alone could not keep him satisfied. It is rumored
that he discovered the portal that leads directly to the woods by
your lake. Until then, no one knew that portal existed. He found a
beautiful dark-haired maiden in those woods and he easily seduced
her. The Lupa Fae are highly magical and intoxicatingly beautiful
to humans. He mated with this lovely human, and her belly swelled
with his child.”

Charlotte stared blankly.

“We believe you are their love child,” Silas
said gently.

Charlotte barked a laugh.

“You think my mother took a lover before she
married my father?” she asked incredulously.