Ambrosia:

Alessios:
After weeks forced away from her, he gives me his mouth of his own free will. My whole body burns with passion, my inner beast shows its fangs at the scent of its female. Because that's what it is…mine.
I drown for a few moments in the honey on his lips, while my mind seeks an explanation for the sudden change that events and his behavior towards me have given.
"What are you doing, little flower?" I question doubtfully, not daring to believe that he has given up so easily.
"I kiss you, Lord," she answers, looking directly into my eyes and smiling at me, with that loving expression that so bewitched me the first time I made her my own.
He narrowed his eyes, in which I caressed his neck.
"You accept it, then..." he whispered hopefully. "...do you declare it before the gods?"
He frowns and looks at me doubtfully.
"What should I accept, sir?"
My wolf growls, frustrated.
"Do you accept that I am your owner?" Do you declare before the gods that I am your master and Lord? Do you recognize me as your beloved?
Tears fill her eyes and I don't understand. Why is she crying? She should be happy, after all, things between us are in order again.
¨Yes."- she whispers ruefully- you are my beloved, my master and my Lord."
Umara had not finished pronouncing the words, when Alessios was already on top of her again, claiming her mouth with renewed passion and verve. Quickly stripping her of her clothes and adoring her with his mouth and hands.
This is how he dominates them. Umara thought on the verge of bursting into tears. He drives them crazy with his caresses, he enslaves them with his kisses… Oh!
The Emperor's hands parted her thighs, then his fiery mouth connected with the hidden place between her legs.
"What are you doing, my Lord?! Umara yelled, scandalized by such a strange and carnal act.
´´I drink from the ambrosia of your body, I delight in the perfume of your desire, my wild flower of the desert.
He wanted to be delicate. He wanted to be romantic and possess her slowly, between poems and promises of eternal love that he could now fulfill because she had accepted him... but he couldn't. His beast despaired at the scent of his female and ended up taking her roughly.
It had been too many weeks, almost two months, without touching her, without kissing her, without receiving a smile from her, and now she was under him, hot and sensual, delivered and possessed by the same passionate fury that tormented him and showed it, moving his hips, moaning, biting and scratching his back blind and crazy with pleasure.
He rode her hard, riding her furiously, as if wanting to collect for the time she had kept him away, at the edge of his hurtful glances, and she sobbed with her red lips parted and her eyes half closed. When he knelt her on the bed and took her from behind, pulling her hair and spanking her, she cried out and slumped exhausted onto the mattress.
"Do you wish to kill me, Alessios?" she asked breathlessly.
"No, little flower. I want to mark you." he mumbled and his golden eyes turned black, his fangs lengthened, digging into the delicate skin of her neck.
Umara lay naked and limp, face down on the mattress. His mind seemed to be possessed by soft clouds, his body was too heavy. Male hands caressed her back, tracing spirals and strange symbols with their fingertips on her skin. She was sweaty and sticky in forbidden places, and yet she was utterly, completely happy.
Smiling slightly, she turned her face until her gaze collided with the golden eyes of…she smiled again, her lover.
"What have you done with me, sir?" she sighed, going directly to rest her head on his strong shoulder, and hide her face against his muscular chest, noticing that the dagger wound was still open, although it was no longer bleeding. .
´´I have performed a sacred ritual."- he murmured, kissing her forehead.- by biting you I have claimed you before the gods, from today, our hearts have to beat as one.
Umara frowned.
Alessios took her little face in his hands, kissing her again.
The bite has condemned you to be only mine, little flower, but at the same time it has chained me to be only yours.

000

"He did what?" Burya screeched.
´´He bit her.- Cítiê stammered incredulously.- our beloved bit her."
"You mean that he left his teeth marked on her shoulder?" Mem asked amused.
"No," Umara replied, blushing with embarrassment. "He sank his fangs into my neck."
The night and early morning in the company of her beloved had been indescribable.
There was no way, no words that fully described the joy and enjoyment that had reached in his arms. The delight of his caresses, the pleasure of his passion. From remembering everything they had done, Umara's face reddened. He had drunk from her…in more ways than one.
Upon arriving at the pavilion of the Moons, Umara had taken special care to enter her rooms without attracting the attention of the rest of the women, but when she went out to have breakfast, Burya noticed her reddened neck, forcing her to give him an explanation.
"And what's wrong with it?" Umara grumbled. "Surely it has bitten you too."
"No," Cítiê denied.
"Never," Burya whispered.
"Neither with fangs nor without them," Mem teased.
"Me neither" Zai murmured.
Umara bit the inside of her cheek, thoughtful.
"But then why do you call him your beloved?"
The other Moons looked at each other, as if Umara was asking a very stupid question.
´´Well…because it's part of the protocol´´.- Cítiê assured him.
It was incomprehensible. Ever since he'd bitten her, her mind, body, and soul seemed unresponsive to him. Every time she thought of him, her heart raced and her spirit cried out, "My beloved." However, the rest of the Moons did not seem to suffer from the same illness.
Umara had believed that Alessios had bitten and claimed them all, but it was not so, the girls themselves had confirmed it. The Warrior Wolf had only marked her.