As they progressed through the corridor, the light began to dim until they reached the stairs – those were lighted the color of dusk – dark enough to cast shadows, but clear enough to see others; which gave the staircase a forbidden air, intimate and thick with suspense. Rowan could see Lucian’s face in the man-made twilight and his face was statuesque, the only word Rowan could think of – it had that classical beauty of a Greek man or god; beautifully and carefully carved out of the smoothest stone, or was it marble? His body was the epitome of strength, with broad shoulders and narrow hips, defined muscles coupled with a grace that could only be described as feline; his movements were almost delicate and so full of strength and power; just like an Alfa male…and he was looking straight at her. They looked at each other with bestiality written on their face. Lucian had his back to the stairs. Rowan started to climb toward Lucian, but for every step that Rowan took, Lucian would take a step further up the stairs with a clock-like precision; his face remained unfazed, same bestiality and desire in his every feature.
Rowan, out of nowhere, sprinted up the stairs to where Lucian was faster than the human eye could register, and grabbing Lucian’s arms with an iron grip, she brought her lips down on his and ate him, drank him, paralyzed him with her kiss; all the dominance that Lucian seemed to possess, was being taken by Rowan and used against him to imprison him; like the spider and the fly, Lucian was being sucked into the web and there was nothing anyone could do to help him, not even himself.
The others stood at the bottom of the stairs were still with fear, desire and something that could have been excitement. Dani was breathing heavy and sweating, fighting his desire and his sick twisted thoughts to prevent himself from running up that staircase and grabbing Rowan as she did Lucian. His thoughts were not of Toni, but of all the things he could, would and/or should do to Rowan. His fists clenched and unclenched almost painfully, his rings and nails cut into his palms, almost drawing blood, he could barely breathe but his chest was hurting from the spasms riding his body, strangled sounds spilled forth from the depths of his throat. He was standing on the edge and about to leap forward into the abyss.
Delia did not want to turn away from that scene even though Rowan frightened her; her body, however, betrayed her- she was wet and holding on to David’s arm for support, her breathing was as troubled as Dani and she was lost in that fog of lust. Her eyes, she felt, were about to detach from her sockets, she didn’t dare close her eyes in fear that it would all be over. Rowan’s sexual power reached out to Delia, storming through Delia’s body like a tidal wave, wrenching a moan from her lips, making her climax. Never in her life had she felt anything of this magnitude, it threatened to tear her open and wash over her over and over. Delia’s weakened body and mind couldn’t take the heat of passion and her legs gave.
David didn’t even notice that Delia had collapsed. He could only focus on Rowan and all the things he was going to do to her, but he was afraid she would hurt him if he tried to interrupt her and Lucian; but his body could not wait- he was suddenly screaming and trying futilely to rip his pants off his body; he suddenly could not breathe, could not speak, could not move…he could only gasp and scream, he wanted to be her center of attention, he wanted to feel again what he had felt before.
However, Dani was stronger, so he did not scream, though he wanted to. It did not matter if he closed his eyes; Rowan was etched into his mind and the back of his eyelids. He wanted to tear his clothes off his body, he wanted to throw himself on the floor and writhe, he wanted to steal a path deep into her…he wanted everything and nothing – there was only Her and that was it.
Rowan felt a thirst and hunger like nothing she had ever known – it surpassed that of food and drink, more than anything…it was a colossal lust, so powerful and vast that she could not control it. It would not let her chain it, it refused to be confined; it did not want to be held back, it was going to surface full power and there was nothing Rowan could do to stop it. It finally lurched free. Years of confinement had turned the beast inside of her into a monster, bigger than her, stronger than her. Lucian was probably the first person to be fully consumed by her desire and it was going to be disastrous – Lucian was no longer offering his desire to her, her monster, he was offering his life and she and the monster were taking it. They were one and the same. Rowan and the monster were in the same body, but there were clearly two different entities. Yet, the more the monster fed, the more power and satisfaction Rowan achieved. Rowan willed herself and the monster to step away from the moribund Lucian and take the others. The monster reluctantly let go of Lucian’s limp form and Rowan nodded toward the others- ripe and ready for the taking. The monster hurled itself from the top of the staircase, dragging Rowan with it. Rowan and the monster landed upright on the second floor landing where the rest of them were. The power emanating from Rowan and the monster licked at Dani and the others with tongues of fiery lust, depriving them of any reasoning or air.
Rowan’s mouth began to speak but no sound came out; however, Rowan’s voice got louder inside their heads- first, a hot breathy whisper, then louder and louder until it became a scream, a command to give in and yield- like the siren’s call, Rowan and the monster were beckoning them to give themselves over, to be consumed slowly and fully.
David was more than eager to answer Rowan’s call and thrust himself forward to Rowan’s feet. The monster scooped David in its arms and straddled the delirious David, locking him into an intimate embrace. David clung to his executor as if she was a savior while Rowan and the monster fed on David and all he had to offer. Lucian proved to be a hearty meal, but David proved to be even stronger and more scrumptious than the previous man. David’s screams egged the monster on.
Dani could not stand the pressure anymore and wrenched Rowan apart from David and embraced her himself. He fought with all his strength to subdue her and lay her and the monster against the cold tile of the marble floor; it was partly because she was going to kill that man and partly because he was jealous and wanted to taste her once again, but it was more out of greed that compassion. The affair became a fierce struggle at once. The monster conjured up all the power as a shield and throw Dani off, and Rowan tried to get some sort of leverage to flip Dani on his back. There was much writhing and growling and kicking, but to no avail – the battle was a stalemate and neither could fully subdue the other.
“Rowan! Rowan! Stop it! Stop it!” Dani yelled in her face and shook her with his ebbing strength; Rowan was caught between Dani and her monster and could not seem to break free of neither. The monster kept whispering to her to take him, to drain him, but she refused. She did not want to take Dani, not like this, not while she wasn’t quite herself. This was enough for her to snap out of it and order the monster back into the cage deep inside of her. She took back her power, and with Dani’s help, she confined it to its rightful place.
“Rowan! What the bloody hell was that? What the fuck were you doing?!” Dani was shaking her still, panting loudly and looking very scared. Rowan grabbed Dani’s arms, pulled free from him and rolled out from underneath him, finally lying on her stomach. She breathed deeply; trying to steady herself and make sure everything was under control.
“Rowan, are you alright?”
Then Rowan snapped out of it.
She stood at the bottom of the staircase, lost and confused, not knowing what to make of what had just happened…or had not happened.