Chapter 97 - Scented Candles and Feelings
He had pulled her hand away from the sheet, his tongue flickering over the deep cuts her claws had dug into it, swallowing the blood as the cuts sealed up almost instantly, a groan of pleasure slipping past his lips.
A wave of dizziness hit her and whatever it was tha he had said about how her blood tasted, she couldn't process it.
In the next second, Zezi found her back pressed against the bed. Shocked, she immediately tried to sit up, but leaned back almost instantly when she found the King's face to be hovering slightly over hers, his knees caging her to a particular spot.
The thundering of her heart was certainly loud enough to block his ears, but that scent of longing from her made it worth it.
"I could mark you, Zezi."
His words reminded her of the night of the Full moon. The way he had held her close to him, the way she had clung to him in return, pulled him closer anytime he moved away.
How she had begged for him to take her.
Blood rushed up her cheeks and she felt warm all over.
Could he just get off her? He presence was disrupting her thinking.
"Mark you and finally make you mine." His lips moved over that part of her neck and she shut her eyes, sucking in a shaky breath.
It felt like her strength kept consistently failing her tonight. Why wasn't she fighting him already? Why was she slipping into his lure? Where was her restraint?!
"I should have made you mine by now. It was stupid for me to wait." His hand sneaked into her hair and he tugged at a fistful of it, making an unintentional short moan escape her lips, making her eyelids snap open in surprise at what had just happened. Her eyes fixed on the ceiling above yet failing to see it.
He was too close.
The matebond wasn't letting her fight him like this.
His tongue slithered over her neck. f
Feeling his fangs prick slightly as he did that, she didn't know where she found the strength but she found it. With her free hand, she pushed him away from her with a kind of force that could have thrown any werewolf like herself right across the wall, but it had only pushed him to the edge of the bed. Her push having an effect only because he had been greatly distracted.
Zezi seized the opportunity, sitting up, her hand shot up to her neck to ensure that he hadn't done much damage, while she glared at him.
He stood up slowly, laughter cut sharply through his lips, it sounded completely devoid of happiness though and when he turned, she could see that his eyes had turned completely black.
Oh no.
What if he pulled the fact that she was going against her blood oath right now against her? What if he took this opportunity of her disobedience and went after her family as punishment? He didn't seem to fancy their existence after all.
Her glare dissolved into worry, she could feel her heart tighten with fear the more she thought about this. Time dragged by slowly and every waiting moment for his words was turtore.
Over a month ago, she had given him her word that he could mark her and now that he had tried and she had fought against him, wouldn't her actions have consequences?!
Oh no.
Why wasn't he speaking yet? What was this maniacal laughter supposed to mean? What was going on in that evil mind of his?!
The King didn't say a word, neither did he stop laughing, the wall echoed the sound of his laughter and they tore her ears from how much pain and sadness she could hear in them.
She shouldn't pity him.
He was her enemy.
He had her kind through all the terrible things, maybe their suffering had been mostly from his father but still, he wasn't completely innocent. He had melted out his own fair share of turtore on them.
He was doing it right now.
She shouldn't pity.
Yet...
Still....
The sharp scratchy sound of his claws against the wall as they draw deep long lines into it, snapped her right out of her train of thoughts. His laughter had died now and it was the first time she was seeing him in this kind of angry state.
Somehow, something about this seemed to be different from the rest.
"It sickens me that I have to compete with unworthy wolves for your heart."
Unworthy wolves?
Her glare found it way back to her face and although her heart had been filling with hurt from how she had treated him, now rage slowly took over. She stared at his creased white shirt and roughly rolled up sleeves that she hadn't noticed until now, anger burning more and more in her.
Did he just refer to her family as unworthy wolves?
She stood up from bed.
"Have you ever had a child?"
"No."
"Being married?"
"No."
Her anger clouded her mind even further.
"WELL YOU HAD PARENTS," her voice dropped as her anger stormed. Who exactly did he take himself to be? "...and you must understand how worried they would---"
"My father," with his back still turned to her, he spoke cutting her off, "he wanted to use me as a sacrifice for more power, my mother died too early for me to learn much from and my step mother supported my father all the way. Two hundred years."
There was a slight pause before he continued again.
"I was locked up and used for two hundred years by my supposed parents. So, no, I don't and I will never understand your care for that which isn't yours."
"You---"
"The pup is adopted." He turned sharply to her and she staggered back a little but stood her ground just as quickly. "Not yours."
More lines crawled up his face, zig zag lines, tiny and linking to the other like cobwebs. His eyes were pool of darkness and as he spoke he seem his whole mouth was at war with his elongated fangs.
Never had she seen him so feral.
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