Our Butlers *Sebastian x OC*Claude x OC* ♡Lemon♡

His Prey

At the Trancy Manor the same evening Sebastian and Sara told each other of their love ..

At dinner Shanda sat quietly, although she did not fear Alois she had already learned that he was possessive over everything and she would not be one of his possessions or play things even in conversation. Claude was proud of his magnificent woman for not falling prey to Alois, she was his prey and his prey only. "Alois is being especially annoying" Claude thought silently and almost as if Claude knew, "Claude I need your help!" Shanda watched the interaction between Alois and Claude as Claude helped him cut his food. Alois was even trying to get Claude to feed him by which Claude glared at the plate and placed the fork into Alois hand and stepped back from the table. Alois pouted, "Please Claude? Claude?" Claude looking irritated, "Your highness it would not be proper for a young man your age to be fed as a child would." Alois still pouted but took the fork and shoved the food into his mouth. Shanda couldn't look away for a moment at what had just transpired when her eyes caught Claude staring at her. She suddenly felt a flash of heat and hoped that it was not apparent to anyone that she was blushing. She licked her lips almost feeling his lips on hers remembering the first kiss and the many kisses after they had shared. Shanda had closed her eyes for a second and felt his presence was nearer when she reopened them, "My lady, are you done with your plate?" he asked as he stood behind her chair and leaned close to her ear. His warm breathe and soft scent reignited the flash of heat, "Yes, thank you Claude." He slid his arm just above the skin of her shoulder just close enough to tingle her senses and torture her in tandem. She feeling as if she were on fire, glanced at him and he wore a devilish smirk as he adjusted his glasses. The electricity sparked from Claude's nearness nearly drove Shanda to desperate measures to bring him closer. Claude understanding completely what his nearness had done began to stand up, his lips passed close to her ear, "You are my prey." His hot breathe on her skin almost evoked a moan from Shanda but she bit her bottom lip to stop herself. Claude noticed this reaction and licked his lips in anticipation. "Claude! I'm done too" Alois yelled in their direction but neither Shanda or Claude heard him.

A few long seconds later Claude tore himself away from Shanda's tempting lips and attended to Alois as he had now begun to throw food in their direction, "Your highness, how may I be of service?" Alois enjoying the torture he created, "Yes, Claude I will need an update on Earl Phantomhive, His Butler and the happenings in London. I am the Queen's Spider!" Shanda had heard of the Earl Phantomhive in conversations where she was kept all those years, they seemed to fear him but never quite enough to release her from enslavement. She grew even more curious as to what was implied in the update on these persons and places. She thought to herself, "Maybe I can be of some help. I shall speak to Claude later about it" as she began to stand and Claude returned to help her out of her chair. He feared giving to much attention to her in front of Alois but the fire in her drew him, "Thank you Claude and your highness, I will retire for the evening." Claude watched her leave as her midnight black hair swayed with the sway of her hips, "If only Alois would find someone else to play with I could have more freedom to pursue her, maybe the maid can distract him for a while" he thought silently.

Shanda could feel Claude's eyes on her as she forced herself to not run away or turn back towards him and kiss those delicious lips. She felt her skin flutter with the thought of his kiss and felt her breathe was stolen from her, she needed open space. Rather than turning toward her room she headed toward the garden. It was dark and the moon struck the ground like a spotlight shining off the small snowflakes that lay frozen on the ground. She gazed up into the spotlight, closing her eyes she let the rays of the moon fall on her filling her senses with the noises of night. She took a deep unencumbered breathe while looking around and shot off into the darkness. She felt the cold night wind gather speed against her exposed skin. Her hair whipped wildly behind her as the moon shone in shadows across her path. He watched her run with wild abandon from the window in a state of awe and curiosity, he whispered into the dark, "She really does like the cold. She has been hiding for more reasons than she has revealed." He couldn't help but think how she could be useful and a companion in the days to come. His eyes glowed into amber embers as he contemplated catching his prey. Then like a spider on a web he waited patiently.