+CHAPTER 12+ Ass Fetish

People say that Love hurts~

Love literally hurts. . .

But no one told Amber that love can hurt a person even if he was not in love. Amber laid on the ground like a damaged doll. It was the first time someone had landed a successful blow on Amber and it fucking hurts. She can literally feel a bruise forming on the left side of her face. 

Amber lifted a hand to her lips, wiping the blood oozing from her busted lips. 

'So much for making the king fall for her.' Amber thought sarcastically.

Amber made a mental note for not killing the lycan king. She reminded herself that a dead mate won't be able to cherish her.

The bloody king had made her fall on her ass with just a mere punch. Amber cursed her power for not working on him. If the spell had worked, it would have been the king laying on the ground instead of her. 

From the corner of her eyes, Amber spied Rome walking towards her but he was soon stopped in his tracks by a deafening growl coming from the king.

Amber covered her pointed ears, the ground shook under her from the King of Lycan's growls. Her head was already pounding from the lack of sleep and from the extensive use of her powers in the last few days.

Soon strong arms lifted Amber in bridal style. She rested her face against the warm chest. Her inner lycan purred in delight. Amber yawned suddenly feeling very sleepy and tired. It was becoming difficult to keep her eyes open.

Gasps sounded from all around, it was then that Amber noticed the crowd that had probably assembled to see the lycan king's downfall. Amber blew a kiss to the crowd as an apology because there was going to be no fighting today. 

Her people already considered her fifty percent mad and Amber was sure that after this little beating session they were going to declare her completely retarded.

But she cared less about what they thought about her as long as she had their loyalties.

Amber sighed, loving the warmth that was emitting from her mate's body. He was carrying her to God knows where.

Suddenly Amber remembered a very important thing that she needed to verify. And for that purpose, she snaked her hand on the king's back and gave his fine ass an encouraging pat that received a hiss from the king.

The king gazed down at her with wide eyes like he can't believe that she just did that but Amber paid him no heed because she was too busy in appreciating the feel of his fine ass under her hand. Amber dismissed her sudden urge of squeezing the lush ass of the warrior king. 

Amber had an ass fetish~

The first time Amber laid her wicked gaze on the beautiful creatures called men, she was obsessed with a particular part of their anatomy. And surprisingly it wasn't their dick. She was obsessed with their ass.

Amber sighed and purred in delight. At least her mate has a generous ass aside from being an ass. She could happily tie him up on her bed and take advantage of him only if her powers worked on him.

'Bad Amber!' Amber scolded her dirty mind.

She wished that he would take his time in taking her to their destination because currently, Amber was enjoying the feel of his arms around her body.

She felt save when she looked in his golden eyes which resembled molten gold, holding so much care for her not just some fake concern but genuine concern like he really cared for her.

His eyes seem to pull her within his soul, drowning her~

Amber sighed pushing all these thoughts away. The lack of sleep was now literally messing with her brain. It has been weeks since she last slept.

Soon the king was standing in front of her home. He carried her inside without uttering a word and laid her on her bed, disappearing from the room afterward.

The bang of the front door indicated that he was gone.

Disappointment filled her when he left her without uttering a word. Such a dick!! He didn't even apologize for hitting her.

Amber looked at her empty home that resembles her soul. . .

Both hold loneliness within. . . But the absence of the king was making her feel it a little more than before. Because now she had gotten a taste of what it felt like to have someone who genuinely cared about her.

If giving him a chance can remove this loneliness from her existence than why not give it a shot, why not grab on her chances of a happily ever after?

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Darach cursed his temper for getting the best of himself. His shoulders curved from the weight of shame that he was carrying on his back. He had done the unforgivable deed. He had raised his hand on his own mate. It didn't matter if the blow wasn't meant for her.

Darach was more of an animal than his inner beast. His heart cried for his mate's pain. Although she hadn't said a word to him he can see the impact of his blow on her face. His wee mate's smooth and flawless face was now turned in a horrible shade of black and blue just because of him. 

Now Darach was beginning to believe in the theory that the men of his line were cursed to mess up their chances of a happily ever after.

First, his Mighty Uncle than Connor and now Darach himself was on the line of messing up his chances with his soul mate just because of that damn witch.

Darach fucking hated witches and their damn witchcraft, if it was in his hand he would have killed every single one of them. . .

Their specie disgusted him~

Coming out of his guilt trip and murderous thoughts, Darach entered the same building he had left early, to find something to heal his little mate. 

When he spotted a male with a first aid kit in his hands, he walked towards him. After snatching the first aid kit form the male's hand Darach dared him to say anything. When he didn't utter a word, Darach turned on his heels to return to his mate. 

In a few minutes, he was standing in front of his destination. Darach entered the room but he didn't have the guts to look at his mate's face. He was too scared to face the damage he had done. Already he was having a difficult time controlling his beast who was too eager to take charge of this situation.

Amber was contemplating her next move when the king returned after almost fifteen minutes with a first aid kit in his hands. 

It was funny how he was avoiding looking at her. He was looking at the floor as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

After an awkward cough, the king walked towards her, sitting beside her on the bed. He started fumbling with the first aid kit but was stopped when Amber put her hand on his trembling ones. 

His deep blue eyes snapped to her flame-like ones.

Tears welled in his blue eyes. . .

"My name is Amber." Amber said gently, trying to start a conversation.

She can see that he was clearly struggling with the guilt of his actions but with all honesty, it wasn't his fault. Amber was the one who dived in front of a raging Lycan. She totally deserved that punch because if her spell had worked on him then he would have been in far worse shape than her.

"Look at what I have done to my wee lass..." His voice trembled with the weight of emotions he was holding inside. He touched her face with trembling fingers.

His emotions were raw, sincere~

Amber had seen a lot of fake people in her life to know the difference between fake concern and raw emotions. And currently, the king in front of her was showing something to her that no one had shown her before. It was like the king was feeling her pain.

Her throat constricted with emotion. 

'Get a grip Amber!!' Amber scolded her emotionally fooled self.

She really needed to keep her emotions at bay~

"Mostly when a beautiful girl tells you her name you are supposed to tell her yours in return." Amber said, pain shoot through the left side of her face for talking for too long but she masked her pain with ease, it was the least she can do for her mate.

And masking pain was one of her specialties. Amber thought bitterly.

"Mostly a person doesn't hurt his mate in his stupidity." Darach replied, easily seeing his mate's pain which she was trying too hard to mask. 

Darach's chest filled with pride, his mate was a strong little thing. Even in pain, she was trying to make him feel better. Suddenly the image of her inspecting his ass filled his mind.

Dear Moon!!

Darach groaned. . .

His mate was wicked and Moon forbids him because he actually liked it. A lot.

Amber~ 

Darach tested his mate's name in his mouth. Her name suits her... 
Amber just like the burning flames of Amber in her eyes. 

A perfect name for his perfect mate~

Darach looked in the kit, he didn't recognize most of the herbs that were packed in it except one herb that was used to fast the healing process for immortals but when he raised his hand to apply it on his mate's face she stopped him.

"The herbs don't work on me. The bruises will heal on its own, I just need a little rest." Amber whispered, feeling a little shy.

It was the first time someone was taking care of her injuries, it was an extremely intimate act for Amber. Amber yawned again. 


"You are sleepy." It was more like a statement than a question.

"Mayb---" Darach didn't let his mate finish her sentence. He pulled his shoes off and climbed on the bed with her, pulling her wee body against his. Although the bed was ridiculously small for them they perfectly fit together.

Like two puzzle pieces~

Darach kissed the top of Amber's head and whispered.
"Sleep lass, I won't let anything happen to you. And next time don't come between a lycan and his target, especially when the Lycan's beast is on the surface." Darach kissed her head again.

It doesn't matter how much he wanted to shake her to tell him that why she save that bastard demon because for now, the only thing mattered was that his wee lass needed rest to heal. And her health came first.

Darach can wait for his answers~

Darach's words were all the assurance Amber needed if she ignored his comment on their earlier fight. She guessed Rome was a discussion for another time. Her eyes felt heavy. Soon she was lulled to sleep while mumbling.

"You still didn't tell me your name. . ."


Even in her sleep dazed form, she can bet that the king was smiling at her~