Chapter 7: Curves

Thursday, Samone’s Castle

5:00 pm

The first thing Jace notices upon climbing out of the car is a, very castle-like, mansion.

"Of course, she lives in a castle," Jace mutters under his breath.

He helps her out of the car and walks up to the door with Samone's arm wrapped around his. Samone is immediately greeted by her butler as she walks through the large doorway. Jace looks around as he enters, noticing the lavish curtains and furniture in fervid red silk and navy blue velvet, but doesn't see much more as he is immediately pulled away by Samone who has a firm grip on his black, leather jacket.

"Are you staying for dinner this evening, Ms. Svents?" her butler asks.

"Yes. Thank you, Franklin," Samone replies quickly while looking at Jace hungrily.

She yanks Jace into a room and shoves him onto a silk-covered duvet. It's a lovely shade of champagne, but all of Jace's focus is on Samone as she reaches behind her and unzips her dress, letting it pool on the floor around her stiletto-clad feet. The clack of her heels on the hardwood floor echoes in the large, quiet room as she steps out of the silky mess and walks closer to Jace. He smirks, watching her eyes glow a crimson red to match her lips and smoke plume out of her nostrils. He, then, notices a spearheaded tail swaying behind her.

A succubus... This should be fun.

Samone climbs on the bed, her knees on either side of Jace's thighs, and shoves him onto his back. His smile only grows as she continues. A set of horns, as a pair of black, leathery wings. Black claws sprout from blackened fingertips and a razor-sharp smile appear before him. She leans forward and lets her long, forked tongue lick from Jace's collarbone to his earlobe. A chuckle passes his lips, heat flooding his system as the fire in his belly grows hotter and forces smoke from between his lips. Jace's eyes turn black, completely covering his umber irises and the white around them. He sits up and shrugs his jacket off his shoulders, tossing it to the floor; and removes his shirt just before two muscular, scale-covered arms with talons jutting from his sides. Samone pulls his belt loose as two horns grow from the top of his head and two from his forehead. Scales and fur sprout up on his body, slowly covering it just before Jace flips her onto her back.

Downstairs, Samone's servants are readying the dining room for her dinner. Some stare at the ceiling as they listen to Jace roaring and the massive thudding that shakes the chandelier. A few of the women blush and Franklin tries to ignore it as he ushers everyone around to get the setting just right. The crashing upstairs continues for the better part of an hour before everything falls silent. No one moves, speaks or breathes as they stare at the chandelier, squeaking quietly until it is no longer moving.

Franklin waits, looking up at the ceiling, for a few moments before ordering two chambermaids to assess the damage and check on Samone. They bow silently and make their way up the stairs uncertain of the destruction they may encounter. One of the women, Maivis, knocks on the large, dark oak door gently. Jace answers it shirtless and moves aside to allow them entrance. He stands to the side, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. Maivis looks over her mistress who is slightly pale and unconscious, covered in goose down and tattered silk sheets in the same champaign color.

She turns, absentmindedly, toward Jace as she continues to look the room over for more damage. Her eyes scale over his form, resting on the bulge of his bicep muscles where his arms remain crossed over his chest. They make their way up to Jace's face just as his eyes flash black and a soft growl leaves his lips. She doesn't regret her decision, but wishes that the look he gave her didn't make her knees weak. Jace gives her a sexy smirk and lets his eyes travel over her body, making her feel exposed and naked, as he assesses every curve. Maivis stands there trembling, completely forgetting Samone and the other chambermaid in the room, as Jace walks over to her. He bends down, ghosting his lips over her ear, and whispers. He straightens up, collects the rest of his clothes, and walks out of the room.

Maivis stands, stunned, in the middle of the room as her knees shake and knock together. She turns to her friend and stutters out a few words.

"He said to t-tell M-Ms. Svents that h-he was heading o-out to run that e-errand for her."

She bites her lips and squeezes her knees together to get them to stop shaking.

"I must return to them and help with dinner. I'll tell Franklin the extent of the damage," Maivis assures before hurrying out of the room and closing the door behind her.

She takes a deep, calming breath as she closes her eyes and rests her forehead against the cool wood. Her body relaxes slightly, but tenses when a soft growl hits her ear.

"You smell good."

Maivis turns and is face to face with Jace. His eyes bore into hers as she trembles.

"What's your name?" Jace asks in a husky voice.

She swallows thickly and looks him in his dark eyes.

"M-Maivis," she stutters.

The innocent look on her face, with the blush creeping up to her ears, and the way her body quivered was driving him crazy. A small noise escapes his lips as she looks down at her feet. Hooking his forefinger under her chin, Jace lifts her head so he can look into her face. Maivis's eyes avoid Jace's as she chews her lip, making it swell and turn a darker pink. Jace bites his lip as his eyes darken and he grabs Maivis's wrist, pulling her down the hall to a room four doors down.

Jace pushes through the door and pulls her in, backing her up to a wall. Maivis's face turns a darker shade of pink, her eyes on the floor. He growls and swiftly picks her up, legs around his waist and arms around his neck, but she doesn't object. He nuzzles her neck and nips at the sensitive flesh. A small sigh permeates the quiet and he looks into her eyes, noticing that the color has changed to a bright, predatory yellow.

Even with predatory eyes, she looks innocent.

Jace smiles and continues to kiss her neck, making her moan softly. He nips Maivis's earlobe and she gasps as she grabs the nape of his neck. Taking a deep breath in, inhaling her scent, he groans softly.

Smells so sweet. Like vanilla.

Moving up over her jaw and claiming her lips in a matter of seconds.

Tastes like strawberries. Must be a fairy.

Forgetting about pacing, Jace rips her stockings as Maivis fumbles with his belt.