250 Meddler- Part 2

"Cal-" Madeline started only to be hushed by him.

"Ssh," he looked at her, "This is what you do to me," one of his hands that was placed on her bottom, pulling her closer so that she could feel him. Madeline looked like she was out of breath. Her lips had parted in a silent plea which she wasn't sure what it was asking for. 

His lower body moved, and at the same time, his lips hovered over her lips, but when she came closer, he only pulled away, turning her anxious. Madeline had felt Calhoun's finger that had been gentle and patient. But what she felt right now, the desire shot through from the core between her legs, spreading across every part of her body. 

Her hands turned weak along with her body. As much as Madeline knew it was bad, so bad to be doing something like this, she couldn't help but give in to it. 

Calhoun could see his effect on Madeline, who was in his arms. He couldn't go on teasing and torturing because he needed more of her. He had thought to take little of her, to eat her one bite at a time, but it was hard not to eat when the dessert was this delectable. Silent sighs came from her lips and Calhoun continued to make her feel his manhood that pressed against her.

He didn't let her feel the satisfaction though. Just enough for him this time, Calhoun finally helped her sit back on the bed before he pulled himself to stand on the ground.

Calhoun doubted it was a good idea to spend more time here. If he didn't leave, things would escalate until the point where he would have her with the bed creaking if he took more minutes to stay around her. His eyes subtly narrowed hearing the sound that came from out of the room, while his eyes were still on her. 

Madeline pushed her petticoat down to cover her legs, her heart beating loud enough for both of them to hear it. 

"Get to sleep, Madeline. Unless your body still wants release which I will gladly assist you with," said Calhoun, running his tongue over his lips. 

"Goodnight," she said, pulling the blanket as if she could barely wait to fall asleep when in truth it was because she was embarrassed. 

"Goodnight," Calhoun wished her, to turn around and leave the room before closing it. 

A smile appeared on Calhoun's lips when he heard the light footsteps that came from behind him. It seemed like someone was interested in playing hide and seek with him. 

Calhoun loved hide and seek. Because every time people tried to creep up on him, they always ended up dead by his hands. It seemed like today was a lucky day. It reminded him of the time when he had received the cloverleaf from the little girl. He wondered if the little girl still existed because, after that one time in the back of the alley, he had never met her again. 

The person who was following Calhoun kept a considerable distance between them. The torches were running on low flame, and both the people continued to walk until the King suddenly disappeared when he took a right turn. 

As the person reached the end of the corridor, the intruder's eyes moved left and right, searching, wondering where the King disappeared. 

"Looking for something?" asked Calhoun, who stood behind the person, who suddenly turned around.

Before another word could be exchanged, Calhoun raised his hand to punch the intruder who had stepped inside his quarters. Because of the force Calhoun used in his hand, the intruder didn't fall straight but banged the head on the nearest wall before falling flat on the ground. 

Calhoun stared at the person, and in time one of the guards appeared in the corridor with his eyes wide, "I didn't know I keep guards to make the castle look pretty," he said, "Take this one to the dungeon."

He turned to look in the direction where Madeline's room was before making his way to the dungeon to see the intruder to be tied. It had been quite some time since he had intruders in the castle and they were always amusing, thinking they could sneak upon him. Stupid little things, thought Calhoun to himself. 

Looking at the guards shackling the unconscious person, Calhoun stared for a second more before going to visit his relative who was in the opposite room. 

Opening the door with the key he carried, he saw the skeleton that was standing only because of the rod that went through its mouth where one of its ends was stuck to the wall. 

"How are you doing, grandma?" asked Calhoun, "I did tell that I would take good care of you. I thought you would love some company, and I have added a special guest. If it makes you feel better, some of your grandchildren will be making use of the next rooms soon. It seems like they got the genes from you for being arrogant and stupid," Calhoun clicked his tongue. 

"You were right," said Calhoun as he leaned against the side of the door, "We are different. Mother now rests peacefully, while here you are carrying dust on those old bones of yours."

Hearing the sound of the shackles stop, Calhoun pulled the door close before turning back to walk towards the room of his new guest. 

"Leave," ordered Calhoun to the guards when he noticed the person's appearance change slightly. 

"I will kill you!" The man growled at Calhoun, his eyes turning golden yellow, trying to escape from the iron chains that were now tied around his legs and hands.

Calhoun quietly stood there, staring at the human who was none other than James. James had stubble around his jaws, his eyes looking tired. But from his usual appearance, his eyes had changed to a different colour.

He had met foolish people before, but James raised the bar too high. 

"What a pity, I am in no mood to die, though," he replied to James, "I should have known something is up with you, especially with you trying to be courageous. If you told, you wanted to meet me, all you had to do was ask. You didn't have to be shy about it."

James glared at Calhoun, "I know you were the one who pushed Mr. Barnes to get his daughter married to me! If it weren't for you, he wouldn't have threatened me to marry Catherine and I wouldn't have lost my father by not staying next to him!" 

"Sorry for your loss. But it must be truly convenient to blame a person just because things don't go your way or happen, isn't it," stated Calhoun calmly, his red eyes staring down at James who looked furious.

Calhoun then asked, "Tea?"

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