Hunter's Blood (2 page)

I pulled my hand from hers and she stood up straight and watched me as I stepped out and straightened my dress.

“I am sure I could,” I said to her feeling cocky for absolutely no reason.

“Oh,” she said and I heard the deep chimes of the doorbell go off and knew it was Hunter coming to visit as he did every Monday afternoon. I walked quickly as Nanny Rachel watched me, I hesitated at the door and then decided to proceed. The butler opened the door up and there he stood, my Hunter, looking amazing as ever. Hunter is also of royal blood here in Farnham Royal village in Buckinghamshire, England. I have known him since I was a child and now that it has just turned 1901, I will be turning 21 soon, Hunter turned 21 three months ago and honestly it was then that I thought he would ask for my hand, but he had not. Maybe my Father is right, maybe he has reservations, I mean he would be due them since I seem odd, more so than anyone else here. I relaxed my hands and he stepped in, handing his hat to the butler and grinning at me. The butler left us and Hunter stepped towards me, took my hand and placed it to his mouth, letting his hair fall into his face slightly and then he looked up at me with those eyes. I felt the pink return to my cheeks and he noticed I am sure.

“Vanessa, you look very pretty today,” he said as she held his arm out and I interlocked mine into his and walked with him towards the back of our house.

“Thank you Hunter,” I said as he stopped and opened the doors to the garden up wide and I stepped though, letting the deep aroma of hundreds of flowers overtake my senses. Hunter watched me as he always does, as I walked out and let my fingertips run along the first high row of colorful flowers. Then I stopped and looked back at him. He grinned and walked up to me, stopping and staring into my eyes.

“Vanessa, I have something to ask of you,” he said and I got fixed on his mouth as I so often do. I knew his lips were soft, I had felt them many times on my hand.

He cleared his throat and I looked up into his eyes again.

“I want you to tell me that you love me,” he said and I stepped back and stared at him.

“You know I care for you Hunter,” I said.

“Yes, I know but you have never said that you loved me,” he said.

“Surely a word would not sway you when you know how I feel,” I said to him. He stepped back and grinned at me.

“You are stubborn.”

I laughed and plucked a rose, accidentally cutting into the side of my finger and almost dropping it, then pulling it up to my face. Hunter was on me quicker than I expected. He held my hand and watched the blood slowly roll on my finger and for a moment I thought I saw his eyes shift in color slightly but it was surely the light from the sun.

“Vanessa!” Rachel called out and I looked at Hunter as he let my hand go and turned to see her coming at us both.

“Yes?” I asked her and she stopped and her gaze lingered on Hunter for a moment longer than I liked.

“Your Father wishes to have a word with Hunter.”

“Oh,” I said as Hunter glanced at me and smiled.

“You try to survive in the garden, I will return,” he said.

I laughed, I had to. He was charming and beautiful and I could only hope, mine. I should just say the words, it was such a small thing for him to ask of me but “love” is such a strange word to me, I mean, I care for my Father, and I guess for Nanny Rachel, who was really only 15 years older than me, but Hunter, I mean if anything came close to “love” it was what I felt for him but I felt that he should say it first, not me and I am not being old fashioned…I am being cautious. I guess I have a guarded heart, My Father has never been overly affectionate and without ever having a Mother to make me feel secure, I guess I am not one to be dependent on someone. Although I am on Hunter, but he has to be the one to tell me first…has too.

I looked up as Hunter returned and Rachel closed the doors to the house. I walked to the bench and sat down as he approached me. He stopped and then sat down without saying a word. I glanced at him and then he turned to me.

“Vanessa, your Father has asked me to either ask for your hand or leave you alone,” he said and I narrowed my eyes at him and glanced at the house as I caught my Fathers shadow in his upstairs window.

“How dare he do that, Hunter…”

Hunter took my hand and grinned at me.

“I care for you Vanessa,” he whispered to me.

“Enough to say the words?” I asked him.

He hesitated and it made my heart skip a beat as he stood up and held his hand out to me. I took it and stood up, too close to him and he took a slow breath as he glanced down at my breasts crammed into the top of my corset. I cleared my throat and tried to catch my breath as he touched my face and I turned my eyes to his.

“Say it Vanessa, and I am yours,” he whispered into my ear. I closed my eyes as his mouth hovered at my ear and his breath felt warm and inviting. The humming began in my chest and then lowered to my stomach and yet again another quick burst of movement and it settled between my thighs as I felt his mouth at my neck, his lips ever so slightly grazing my skin. I opened my mouth and then he jumped back as Rachel’s voice broke through the intimacy with the sharpness of a knife.

“Hunter, your Brother has come to retrieve you.”

Hunter stood up straight and stared at me, letting his lips part slightly as a grin broke through his expression. My chest rose and fell, causing a slight tremor in my hands. I fiddled with them and then walked past him, needing to collect myself and so not willing to share my flustered moment with Rachel who would cheapen it with ugly words. He watched me and then settled his gaze on Rachel who smiled and raised an eyebrow. He took a breath and walked past her towards the house.

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I sat in my room for quite some time, I let my fingers gently touch my lips and I closed my eyes as the vision of his mouth at my neck consumed my mind. I could feel him, and my heart fluttered in my chest and the humming returned to me only this time in my throat and then into my stomach. I touched it as it grumbled and my door opened up and Rachel stood there with her hat and gloves on.

“I am leaving for a few hours, is there anything you wish before I leave?” she asked me.

I shook my head and looked at her dress, red this time and making her look younger than usual. Rachel, although she was older than me, was a beautiful woman. Long blonde hair, pretty features, hourglass shape accentuated by the corset she always wore. Her lips were full and naturally red, she often wore nothing but light powder and a shine to her lips and that was all she needed. I often wondered why she stayed here and had no man, I mean she could have anyone, but instead she insisted on kissing the gardener, who was quite attractive, but beneath her stature. She leaned forward and clapped her hands together and I looked up realizing I was daydreaming.

“You wish for me to…”

“No, I am fine,” I said as I cut her off and she walked down the hallway quickly, reaching our wide staircase and heading down them as quickly as her heeled boots would allow. I stepped out and watched her go through the front door and then decided I would follow her. I mean, I should not and I would be in so much trouble if anyone caught me, but I need to know what it is that men and women do when they are alone and want to be intimate and no one will ever tell me and that terrifies me.

I walked back to my window and watched Rachel walk to the back garden quickly, looking from side to side and then she disappeared around the corner of our white stoned barn and I walked back to my door and peeked out into the hallway, pulling back quickly as I saw the maid step into a room. I then took a breath and stepped out, walking as fast as I could to the stairs and giggling slightly until I reached the top of the stairs and ran down them, sliding across the floor and almost falling as the butler appeared with his back to me through a door and then he decided to go back for some reason and I ran out the front door as quickly as I could. My heart was beating so hard in my chest I swear I could taste blood. I slammed up against the side of our house and then crept down the long side of it towards the back garden and closer to the stone barn.

Once I reached the end I ran again, holding up the bottom of my dress and wishing the corset under it was loosened. I hate it anyway, it cuts off my breathing and cannot be healthy but for aesthetics and fashion I guess women are supposed to wear them. I crept up to the side of the cold white stone and placed my fingers against it, walking slowly behind the large shrubbery that lined the wall facing our house. I then stopped at one of the windows and tried to stretch up and peek inside but I was nowhere near tall enough to pull it off so I kept going until I reached the end and one of the small wooden doors that led inside. I felt so rebellious at this point I decided to open the door, holding my hand over my mouth and keeping the laughter in. I stepped into a dark hallway and closed the door behind me quickly, cutting off the weak light from the outside as the sun was dipping over the horizon. I took a step and then stopped as I heard laughter. It sounded like a woman and it had to be Rachel. I took another step and then another and the fear subsided as I reached the end and saw flickering light coming from another doorway. I leaned down and peeked through the keyhole and saw Rachel slowly swaying on her feet, untying the front of her dress slowly, letting it lie open as the gardener came up slowly from under the front of her dress, licking his lips and rising before her. She reached up and grabbed his hair and pulled him to her mouth and I saw her tongue playing with his as he reached around her and started to pull the dress from her shoulders, exposing the corset laced up underneath. I bit my lip as he jerked at the laces and it loosened as she laid onto her back on the wooden table for potting plants and he lifted one leg onto his shoulder and then the other. Then he reached down and undid his pants and I closed my eyes for a moment, knowing this was more than I needed to see but transfixed to my spying position. He then pulled out his privates and slid his hand along it as it was hard and ridged and I placed my fingers to my mouth as I watched him stroke it slowly as Rachel squirmed on the table before him.

“I am going to fuck you hard tonight,” he said to her and she arched her back as he trust himself into her. I watched as her mouth opened and her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she sounded more animal than human. He moaned a little harder with each thrust and she moved slightly at first and then wildly as he slammed against her over and over again. I started to stand up and tripped and fell backwards, bumping into something warm and my heart stopped, as I knew someone was behind me. I felt a hand slip into mine and Hunter pulled me up to him slowly and I looked at him with barely enough light slipping through the cracks in the door. The moaning became louder and Hunter studied my face slightly shimmering from the heat in the hallway and my body reacting to the sight of Rachel and the gardener. I opened my mouth and he placed his finger on my lips slightly parted. I took a breath and he leaned in slowly, cautious, gauging my reaction to his advance but my heartbeat rumbled in my chest and my legs felt as if I was standing on a platform at the train station. Humming wildly and sending rolling waves of vibration up my thighs and towards my…

Then he kissed me and sparks of light popped behind my eyelids, I know it sounds strange, but it’s true. I felt weak and slid down but he caught me and backed me up against the cold stone of the hallway and held me in place, pressing against me gently at first, letting his mouth search mine and parting my lips with his tongue, allowing it to fill my mouth with yet another sensation I had never felt before. I trembled as he wrapped his arm behind my back, resting his hand in the curve at the base of it. I reached up, moaning at his lips and touched his jaw line, something I had wanted to do for so long and yet I had held back until this moment of passion overtook me….

I looked up as the phone rang, jerking me out of memory so rudely and I shook my head as Hunters touch lingered in memory and felt as if it had just been yesterday that he held me there in that hallway. I picked up my phone and stared at the photo that popped up and sighed as I pressed the button and laid it down. I stepped up to my Vanity and sat down, picking up my brush and running it through my wet hair.

“What is it Rachel?” I asked out loud and I heard a breath and then her familiar voice on the other end.

“I thought you would be entertaining guests Vanessa.”

I placed my brush down and ran my fingers over it, slowly trying to forget Hunter and his lips against mine.

“Vanessa,” she said and I snapped out of it.

“I did have company they sucked ass and I threw them the fuck out.”

She laughed. “Your cussing never ceases to shock me.”

“Seriously?” I said as I stood up and let the towel fall off of me, I walked to my bed and shook my head at the mess on it.  “Get over it Rachel,” I said and she laughed again.

“Well, we are going out, want to join us?” she asked me. I hesitated and then laid down, rolling onto my back and stretching my arms out wide. I twisted my left nipple in between my fingers hard enough to pull my legs up slightly and I sucked in my breath.

“Are you playing with yourself?”

I sat up and looked at the phone.

“Like you get me hot,” I said and she giggled.

“There was a time…”

I cut her off. “Come and long fucking past Rachel, where the hell are you going this time?” I asked her.

“Well, since you asked nicely… Plague,” she said.

“That is a shit hole,” I said as I placed a cigarette to my lips and lit it up, letting the cherry fire up red-hot.

“Well, it is easy…”

I cut her off again. “I know, I just like a challenge, more than that Rachel.”

She paused and said nothing for a moment.

“Are you thinking about him again?”

I reached over and held the phone above me and slid my hand in between my thighs and slid my sharp nails up the inside, towards my pussy and cut into my flesh, I hissed and Rachel sighed.

“You have to stop that, you know it does nothing.”