+CHAPTER 17+ Revealing The Inner Witch

Surprise flashed on Darach's face at Amber's bold response. The way Amber was challenging him was indicating that his mate was not as innocent as he thought. Her boldness was telling him that she was anything but a virgin.

Usually, it was a male who initiated marking his woman but not in Darach's case because his mate was clearly more eager than him to mark and bound herself to him.

When she had suggested to mark him he was totally baffled by her statement and his lass had mistaken his bafflement as his bachelor panic.

She looked so adorable while threatening to cut off his precious balls. If her threats would not have enraged his beast than Darach would have laughed at her. She was perfect for him. Her fire matches his own. The Moon blessed him with perfection.

The Perfection who was currently struggling to rip his pants off but Darach had no control over his body to help her because currently, his beast was in charge.

"Take it off." His mate demanded impatiently. Her hunger for him only intensified his beast's hunger for her.

If it was in Darach's hands he would have ripped his clothes off on his mate's one heated glance but his beast wanted to toy with her desperation.

"What did you say?" The beast growled at Amber playfully.

"I said take it off for fucking sake." Amber growled back, her baby fangs were on full display.

Dear Moon~

No one ever aroused him like this wee being. No one ever made him lose control like her. He can see her eyes sparking whenever he lost control as if she got a kick out of driving him crazy.

For such a wee thing she had balls of iron to not only order a lycan but to order him when his beast was in charge. 

His little Firecracker.

In a blink Darach's clothes were off along with Amber's. Her underwear even faster.

The beast looked at his mate. The first word that came in his mind was 'Perfection'. 

With her porcelain skin, without a single mark on her body and flame-like eyes, she was a beauty with no match. 

He cupped her core with his palm.

"Tell me to whom this belongs lass?" Leaning his body towards Amber, the beast said softly in her ear.

"To me." His sly mate replied.

"Wrong answer!" The beast growled, entering her core with two fingers. He twisted them inside her which pulled an exotic moan form his mate.

"Do I need to remind you with my tongue or my cock that to whom this pussy belongs?" There was teasing in his voice while he fucked her with his fingers. He loved the way her tight little pussy was moving on his fingers.

He could easily get addicted to the sound of her moans.
Moon bless him if he died at this moment he will die as a happy man. 

"You!! It belongs to YOU!" When he abruptly pulled out his fingers Amber cried on top of her lungs, giving him a nasty look.

He can clearly see the need to fight him in her eyes, but his wee mate learned fast that giving Darach what he wanted will get her what she wanted much quicker.

"Please.” Her plea was more than a plea. It was a fucking turn-on like no other.

Resting a fist on the mattress, Darach crawled up the length of her body, licking his way up her inside thigh, growling under his breath when he passed her sweet, soft, dripping pussy. 

Her groan stretched out forever, her spine arching, pushing her breasts upward. He circled her left nipple with a firm, slow lick. Fuck, she tasted good.

Amber sighed, her hands going to his head.

"I think I will die from the pleasure." Darach bit down on her nipple in warning, but otherwise let her comment pass, as he walked his fingers across her stomach and plunge them deep inside her core but this time more roughly. "I'll steal you from death if I have to, even death can't keep me away from you mate." 

“Oh, you’re so fucking ready.” Darach said as she cried out. Withdrawing his fingers from her core and settling himself atop of her, grabbing his aching cock and leveling it up. 

“After this, there is no turning back mate. You'll be tied to me for an eternity.” Darach whispered, not that he was letting her go ever but he still gave her a warning for the sake of consent.

“Than stop talking and get back to work.” she teased, all breathily and happily, her palms resting on Darach's hips and pulling him down. She squeezed Darach's ass firmly, giving it a rough slap after.

Growling under his breath, with a single thrush the beast entered his mate. The primal urges of claiming his mate, marking her as his own ruled his being.

“We are so fucking good together, mate.”
Darach was struggling to catch his breath as the pleasure rippled through him.

“I know.” she agreed, sinking her nails into his ass.

"Never let you go, lass. YOU ARE MINE!" The beast bellowed.

The beast was beyond care if his mate was ready or not. Amber had teased the beast and now the beast wanted his due.

With primal urges ruling his being, with brutal thrushes he rocked her, making them one, pulling a surprised cry from Amber. 

Soon the room was filled with the sound of their harsh breaths and moans.

He was finally home. They were finally home. The place where they really belonged.

Together. . .

Centuries he had to spend with the wrong beings. Centuries he had wasted in an agony of losing his mate, living in a mad haze of lust, power, and pain. But all that pain and agony was worth it because it had led him to his crazy little mate. 

A mate who was beautiful inside and out. 

Darach looked towards his mate, his beautiful mate who was currently pinned beneath him. Withering with pleasure while her orgasm hit her.

She was a storm, not the kind you run from but the kind you chase. A breath of fresh air filled his constricted lungs. 

His mate wasn't a virgin and Moon knew that he didn't even give a damn about that neither did his beast.

She might have others who had pleasured her in the past but after this night she won't have any other male in her bed and heart beside him.

Darach wanted everything from her. Heart, soul, every-fucking-thing.

Darach's fangs sharpened at the thought of marking Amber as his for eternity. Claiming her as his, marking her as his for every male out there to see whom she belonged to. 

Without a second thought, he punctured the crook of her neck with his sharpened fangs which tore a scream from his mate. 

He filled her womb with his seeds while 
deepening the bite, he bound his soul to Amber's, sealing their fates together for forever.

Before he could realize what was happening in the next moment Darach was thrown in the wall. His head banged against the hard stone wall a sickening crack echoed in the room.

But the injury that caught his attention was his little mate's. There were long wounds on her shoulders from his bite. They looked nasty and sickening. His fangs were still in her shoulder when she had pushed him which had split her skin open.

Darach watched his mate with shock, her hair was turning grey in front of his eyes. Her once black hairs with red tips were now turning into a shade of grey that looked almost like white. Her blood-red lips parted with her labored breaths.

His eyes snapped towards her frightened ones.

Her eyes~

They were black abyss. Her flame-like eyes were gone and in their place were blood-red orbs that were surrounded by darkness, even the white of her eyes has turned black with tears flowing in them.

Instantly she turned her back on him. And there Darach was greeted by another horror. Amber's once smooth and flawless back was covered with scars and they weren't normal scars. From the look of them, someone has thrown acid on her back or set her back on fire.

Not even a single inch of her back was save, they were all over her back. The skin that was flawless just a few minutes ago was not marred with scars. 

A scent of burned forest's ashes mixed with wet mud reached his nostrils. The scent was coming from his mate.

The scent of a Witch~

His heart stopped for a moment...

She disguised those scars from him. She tricked him, his.. his mate was a witch.

Realization dawned upon him.

His mate was a bloody witch. A witch~

Darach's heart was beating like a drum in his own ears. One looked at her and he was trying hard not to empty the contents of his stomach. 

History was repeating itself, after centuries the King of Lycans was tricked by a witch yet again.

Amber was not his mate. She has tricked him into believing that. 

'You are late my child she's dead, murdered by her own kin' The Mad Oracle's words were ringing in his head. She wasn't lying, the Oracle wasn't lying. His mate was dead. 

His mate is dead!

Darach gazed at the evil bitch who had tricked him, giving him false hope that he had a shot at a happily ever after. He gazed at the vile witch with all the hatred that he could muster at the moment.

She was one of them. 'She was not his mate.' His heart broke into a million pieces. The pain of losing his mate was hitting him again but this time it was worse than before. 

Tears fell from his eyes~ 

He stared at her and his chest twisted and twisted.

It felt like the walls of her room were closing up at him. An invisible noose was tied around his neck, his lungs had forgotten to fill themselves with air.

Darach ran towards the door, away from the vile being who had played with his emotions, with the beast's emotions. She had filled him with false hope, damaging him more than before.

He felt suffocated in her presence.

Before leaving the room he gazed at the heartless witch for one last time, vowing to the moon that she will pay for this. Moon helped him the bitch will pay for tricking the King of Beasts.

She will regret the day she was born because she messed with the wrong beast.