Chapter 138 - Toxic Cycle and Behind Closed Doors
"Now I see why the gun is so close to your heart."His lips trailed the base of her neck, till he could pick the pendant of her necklace with his teeth, grazing her skin in the process. "Isn't it?"
She shuddered. "It is."
"Who gave it to you?"
She was trying to pull away. He was letting all her plans slip away from her.
"I don't think that is important."
"Was it part of the military supplies?"
"It really isn't---."
His fangs bit into her skin, and a gasp tumbled from her mouth.
"Who?"
"George. It was a gift. He got into the Capital's military before I did."
"A gift. Twice now, I see."
His hands went slack around her and Zezi was very grateful for the wall that had been close enough for her to lean against for support. She shook her head, fighting to block off her side of the bond while she tried to steady her breathing.
It wasn't working, but he could do it, why couldn't she?!
Maybe because she was distracted.
He always had her so flustered.
This was ridiculous!
She had to do better.
She was a war General for Moon's sake, at least, she used to be. These mere feelings couldn't be her kind's downfall.
For the first time since she had stepped into the hall, Zezi could assess it. The hall was filled with different sculptures carved out of marble, they went all the way back till they thinned into darkness the dim golden light that lit the hall, couldn't defeat.
What was this place?
Gwen hadn't brought her here during her first tour of the castle. It was certainly somewhere out of bounds for her.
"You brought me here for my gift."
"It isn't here."
"Oh..." Her words trailed into silence, that seemed to echo back to her.
"You still have feelings for the wolf."
"No, I don't," Zezi answered quickly. She wasn't ready to entertain any misunderstanding. Valerick was quick to throw others into the dungeon for her crimes, and she didn't want that.
"Your feelings that were coursing through my veins, and the way your heart was racing at his actions, said otherwise."
Zezi's heart skipped a beat.
She had totally forgotten the depth of the bond they now shared. It didn't feel as foreign as it used to anymore, and her panic that she was getting addicted quickly, once again spiraled through her veins.
He was misunderstanding something though and she needed to clear that up.
"I was scared you would do something..."
"Like hurt him?" He was backing her into the arms of a sculpture.
"Not just him." When the look in his eyes darkened, she quickly added. "Valerick, they are still my family. I care about them, even George."
That was something he was still finding very hard to understand. None of the wolves she claimed were her family, truly were.
They were not related by blood, nor fate.
Since she cared about them, that was alright. He cared too because she did, but still seeing herself as one of them instead of as a great part of Lavida, was threatening.
He was her only real family, yet she was blind to that.
How could one love that which didn't belong to them so much, that they lose sight of what actually did?
Zezi's back hit the statue and she stopped, her breathing ragged. He leaned down towards her, his hand holding hers hostage by her wrists, and pinning them over her head.
"You've been driving me insane a lot lately, Zezi."
Her breath caught in her throat, unable to fathom the darkness that grew in his eyes. Her gaze darted from one abyss to another.
"I do not love George."
He gave her a fanged smile, but all she could think of was how painfully close he hovered over her.
"You haven't told me you love me either, so I don't see how that makes anything better."
Her heart was hammering in her chest, her thoughts fleeing her.
Her gaze zeroed on his lips and the words she said next were thoughts she didn't have to think through. "Well, I used to love him," then her eyes found his, "and now I don't."
Their lips clashed with longing, and Valerick's free hand pulled up her gown with a dangerous desperation, ripping it in the process. A groan rumbled through his chest as he slipped his hand between her thighs, his lust spiking, making the kiss violent.
Zezi's body trembled, the sensation, jolting. With Valerick's torture on her lips setting her body ablaze, and his hand luring her to madness with its quick rhythm, she could barely think. Her body arched into his, crashing right back and doing the same again as his fingers thrust into her, a thumb on her clit, moving at a pace that could kill. Their moans were consumed by the kiss, tearing through their throats and dying on the tongue of the other. She struggled to free her hands from his prison, so she could touch him, draw her claws over his chest, and tangle her fingers in his hair, but his grip around her wrists was something she couldn't fight.
It was like he was punishing her with the restraint... punishing himself.
When he finally pulled away, she could taste his blood. She bit her lips, trying to stop the throbbing. Her head pushed back against the sculpture, as the pleasure beneath started spiralling to every inch of her body. He hit a spot, and a cry bubbled through her throat.
"Someone.is.going.to.come.in," she spoke, her words mumbled together, her dazed sight barely capturing a good view of the door. "Someone.is goi--ng to see.us."
"Let them."
His fangs bit lightly into the base of her neck, trailing her necklace, till he was torturing the swells of her breast with his tongue and his teeth, and then her stiff nipples, pressing her name into the pores of her skin.
Zezi shook her head, trying to fight his restraint once again... trying to fight him. She wanted to deprive herself of this pleasure. It just felt so forbidden to find paradise at his hands.
"Be te--rrible to m--e, please," she cried, as she wriggled beneath him and begged, with trembling lips.
"So you can fight me?"
She nodded, tears welling up in her eyes.
"There is no fighting me."
"Valerick---please!"
Her moan was a delight.
By the Blood, he couldn't wait to take her against the sculpture, to bury himself so deep inside her that he would get lost in her welcoming wetness, while he quenched his thirst with her blood.
She drove him insane, his loins ached from how tight he imagined her around him, and his gums hurt from his fang's need, but all in due time.
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