“That mark… that’s… you branded her skin.” His face is pale as he stares at Evangeline’s back.
I raise an eyebrow, a cold smirk crossing my lips. “Obviously,” I reply before dragging her from the room.
“Zedkiel, wait- that’s…” he trails off, knowing I am not going to bother answering him. I don’t answer to anyone.
I stride down the hall, making her stumble, and I stop in my tracks. She gasps, knocking into my arm and almost falls, but I catch her, yanking her into my arms and backing her up against the wall. She whimpers, staring up at me, her eyes wide with panic.
“What’s the matter, Little Mouse? You were able to speak to an entire room of alphas, yet now that you’re alone with me, you’re scared?” I ask, knowing my voice sounds harsh, gripping her chin in my free hand as I gaze down into her eyes.
Her lips part, but she cannot speak, which only tempts me further. Unable to stop myself from slipping my thumb into her mouth. Oh, fuck.
Her eyes soften, and I feel her tongue flick my thumb before her lips slowly close around it, making me fucking throb. Oh, how I fucking want those lips wrapped around my cock. I slowly slip my thumb out, rubbing it along her bottom lip.
“I’m waiting,” I growl huskily, and she closes her eyes, exhaling deeply.
“I’m sorry. I was only trying my best not to let you down,” she replies softly.
“And you didn’t fail,” I murmur, my gaze dipping to her breasts.
I wonder how far I could push her limits. Seeing her in this dress, seeing her in anything messes with my head, and sometimes I have to leave the room so I don’t pin her to the fucking bed and take her forcefully.
A slight frown crosses her face before she looks up at me. Gone is the panic and fear, now replaced with worry and confusion. “You said, in there about marrying me-”
I place a finger to her lips, “Not here.” Even the walls have ears.
I take her wrist, leading the way back to our quarters. This is something I am going to have to discuss with her and give her an incentive to get her to agree.
I don’t know her well enough, but there must be something she wants, something I can give her in return to step up to the challenge. She has it in her. She just needs to break out of that shell of hers.
Unlocking the door, I step inside, tugging her in before locking the door after us and switching the light on.
She exhales deeply, looking as if she has just fought a war. Understandably, Danciana is a pretty dangerous and daunting opponent for anyone not at her level. So, I give her a few moments to collect herself by going and sitting on one of the sofas.
From here, the view of her is fucking fine.
“Come sit down,” I command, making her eyes snap to me before she comes over to me hesitantly. Her posture is submissive again, but out there, she held confidence in how she carried herself.
Her hands are now clutched in front of her, only squeezing her breasts together. I pat my thigh, making her eyes widen. I smirk but don’t retract my command. She hesitates for a moment before she inches closer until she is within reach, and I pull her onto my lap.
She squeaks as she grips my shoulder so she doesn't knock into my face. Not that I’d mind getting buried in those cushions.
“I’m an omega, M-my Prince, I don’t-”
“I told you I hate that title. So, until you help me become the King, you can call me Zedkiel or Zed, whatever," I reply, snaking my arm around her and placing my hand on her thigh. I grab her throat with the other, tugging her closer. “Call me that once more, and I will bend you over and punish you.”
She tenses but doesn’t move, staring into my eyes. She nods slowly, but I don’t miss how her cheeks take on a pink hue as she bites down on her lower lip. For a moment, we simply stare into each other’s eyes, and the urge to kiss her grows. That is until she looks away.
“U-understood. But I can’t be your chosen Luna. I don’t even have a wolf. You will set yourself up for failure if I’m the one by your side,” she says quietly, her eyes shadowing as she becomes lost in her thoughts.
Frowning, I sit back, running my hand up and down her thigh. I release her throat, running my knuckles down her bare arm. She isn’t resisting as much, and I am sure she enjoys my touch.
“In this world, we can achieve whatever we want if we are ready to go to the extreme to attain it.”
“I don’t understand how. I don’t have a wolf.”
“That will only hold you back if you let it. Don’t think about what you lack but what you have,” I say. “Not having a wolf is not a good enough excuse.”
She shakes her head, “I always fail those who believe in me. This is a bad idea. I am a good cleaner, nothing more. I can clean for you!”
What is it with this woman and cleaning? I raise an eyebrow. “Well, if you’re so into cleaning, maybe you can use that tongue of yours to clean my cock.”
Her cheeks flush as she stares at me, appalled. Okay, maybe it was a little crass.
“Umm, I meant clean stuff…” she trails off as I slip my hand up between her thighs, dangerously closer to her molten core.
She bites her lip, her breasts heaving.
“I wouldn’t mind returning the favour,” I purr dangerously, my eyes glowing red, and I have her flipped around in a flash. I push her onto the coffee table and hook my arms under her thighs, simultaneously hooking my ankles around the table legs and dragging it close as I stare down at her, “Tell me, Little Mouse, shall I reward you for your bravery at dinner?”
Her eyes widen as she tries to press her thighs together while she lay on the coffee table, like a snack waiting to be devoured. I run my hands up her lush thighs, watching her breasts rise and fall, her heart racing as I slowly push her dress up… inch by inch, keeping our eyes locked and just when I’m about to push it right up, the most delicious, intoxicating, and enticing scent hits me.
My eyes blaze, and for a moment, I close them, the smell making my head feel lighter and pleasure rush south. It is like nothing I have ever smelt before, and I know exactly what it is.
Her arousal. No matter how much she tries to resist, her body wants this.
“Seems like I just got my answer, Little Mouse,” I whisper seductively. “The choice is yours; do you want me to devour you and show you exactly how good I can make you feel until you are left begging for more? Or shall I leave you all turned on and horny?” I taunt.
Her bottom lip quivers before she slowly relaxes her legs, giving me the go-ahead. Her heart is still thundering, her cheeks flushed pink as I push her dress right up to her hips, gazing down at the tiny thong she’s wearing, which is completely wet.