Chapter 70

Pleasure was the feeling of the mate bond.

The good entirety of it.

The sparks that flew at its friction, the tingles that consumed whosoever it possessed fully, the need for another till the point that it was absolutely wreaking not to pursue.

The mate bond was filled with the quest of boundless pleasures screaming to be attained.

But if pleasure lingered for too long in one's veins without any satisfaction to quench it or at least lay it to a temporal rest, it became sour, bitter, and morphed into the other taste of pleasure...

Pain.

That unpleasant sensation pushed through her whole body, her head fogging with a desperate need for relief against the anguish. The tingles turned into aches, and they spread through her veins. That part of her neck where a mark should already be, burning.

Her jaws clenched in agony and a groan pushed out through her gritted teeth, as she pushed forward again, with a cry that sounded like a plead, collapsing against him for the comfort she knew he only could provide, but he moved slightly away.

A silent punishment.

"What do you want, Zezi?" A hand slipped underneath her chin, tilting her head up, her dizzy gaze meeting his. "Say it."

Her chest was raising and falling, her breath ragged. She could suddenly feel the weight of the dresses, the heat!

She should get rid of them.

These dresses were a burden and--- ah, the pain!

"It's painful." She whispered through quivering lips.

"What is painful? Not having me?"

Her breath came out in heavy pants. Heavy pants.

"Take it away, please. Take the pain away." She said in defeat, her voice a breathy whisper.

Without another word, he buried his face in the crook of her neck, taking her in fully for the first time without that pathetic wolf scent tinting her own.

Ah, finally, he could fully breathe her in.

The fact that she wiggled, her body so pressed to his with lust and desperation, hit him, driving him to the very edge.

His tongue glided across her neck, his fang pricking slowly, a low moan slipped through her lips at the momentary sweet relief with a dash of pleasure.

Never did he know that a sound could him feel so weak.

His hand that was holding hers up in bondage, slipped down from her wrists, planting firmly and pushing against the wall instead, while he finally pressed himself against her, her dresses painfully standing in the way of feeling her warm skin against his.

She arched her neck to him willingly, pushing his face further into the crook of her neck, her hand at the base of his neck firm, tingles spreading across her body, reducing the pain every time she felt his tongue glide across her neck.

Suck.

Taste.

Savour.

She tasted so good! Why did she taste so good?

Her scent was beyond alluring.

Certainly, her blood would taste even better.

He pulled away from her to look at her face, her eyes hazy with need, her lips slightly parted, the scent of her arousal and his thick in the air.

By the Blood, it had taken all the control he had not to have claimed her the very first time he laid his eyes on her and felt their fated connection.

Even after having her in the Castle, many times he held on to a strength he didn't even know he possessed in order to ignore the mounting need till she would come to him.

And tonight?

Hah, tonight.

His strength was tested, his control stretching till it almost snapped and gave way to the pleasure and need that equally fogged his brain. It had been pure torture to wait and hearing her howl of pain from her room had almost made him lose his mind.

Just as he was going out to get her, he had met her by her doorstep.

Intoxicating, she was.

Her taste, her scent, and her lightest touch.

He wanted more.

Dresses swishing in the air, and his hand moved slowly beneath them, rolling them up to him, wriggling, she quickly circled her legs around his waist.

Then he walked to the bed and laid her there gently. Attempting to move away and take off his shirt, she quickly restrained him, not letting go, instead ripping it off into shreds from behind him, her claws burying lightly into his back, drawing blood from the cuts that healed almost instantly.

"By the Blood, Zezi! You... are pushing me." He said with a groan of pleasure, his face just above her by a hair's breadth.

He enjoyed the little pain.

Pain and pleasure were always a good mix.

He wanted to feel her bare underneath him but these gowns!

He would have to rip them, but he stopped.

What if one of those dresses was her favorite?

"Don't leave me," her hold around him tightened as she begged, moving underneath him in every way to press herself against him.

Frowning, he observed the tears that welled up in her eyes.

He didn't like that.

Every movement away from her, even for a second, sent a jolt of pain through her body.

She needed relief and a fulfillment of her needs.

"Make me yours tonight. I want to be yours now and forever." She declared, her lust for him thick in her voice.

The dark zig-zag lines beneath his skin fully covered his face at her declaration.

His gaze still holding hers, he said, "You are already mine, Zezi. You are only just realizing it."

Then his eyes darted to her neck.

Bare for him.

Just as it should have been from the beginning.

"But I have a way for you to never forget."

Then he buried into the crook of her neck.

"Allow me," came his muffled voice.

Immediately, her hands stretched to either side of the bed, holding tight fistfuls of the sheets; a loud moan slipped through her lips as her eyes rolled back in utter pleasure.