18 Fifteen (1/2)

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Zacchaeus

When his mate opened her eyes earlier, he was extremely happy until his eyes settled down at the bruise around her neck.  He felt like he had been a punch in his gut.

He failed to protect her.

Did the guards strangle her? he thought worriedly before thinking of the pain he was going to inflict on them and he smiled sinisterly.

But every other thinking went out of him when his mate screamed in anguished. Ryl whimpered, wanting to comfort his mate. ”shhh, baby you are safe” he said in a soft voice that he didn't think he had.

He watched her as she touched her injured forehead and neck before screaming again looking delusional.

”It just a dream” he heard muttered repeatedly like a mantra.

”What happened?” he asked her confusedly because he didn't understand what she was going through.

”I don't understand” she yelled at him, running toward the mirror before punching it angrily. ”I dreamt of it” she stuttered angrily.

”Dreamt of what?” he asked agitatedly.

”Dreamt about seeing myself in a dark forest...” his mind clicked immediately, someone was trying to scare her through her dream. A powerful witch was playing games and he would be very happy to play the game.

”Talk” he urged her softly, wanting to see whether she would talk or not. A dark witch was playing a dirty game on his mate and he or she would regret it, he thought.

”I can't” his mate cried out while he nodded in understanding. The witch had sealed her vocal cord.

He rosed on his feet to bring a paper and pen, ”Wait here, I'm coming” he pecked her and carried her out from the shattered mirror gently.

He needed to treat his mate, he put her down on the bed then he took her injured hands and licked it with his saliva. He knew she would be shocked because her hands would be healed as if there was no injury at all.

The perk of being a Lycan, he prided.

”My saliva can heal up a wound” he explained to her cheekily then went to the bedside and took a piece of paper with a pen. He handed it to her. His mate stared at him dumbfounded before he told her to write whatever she dreamt of.

”I'm going to enjoy using someone blood to bath soon” Ryn shided maniacally while the other beasts nodded in agreement. No one hurt their mate and escape it.

He watched as his mate was writing everything or anything she could with a shaky hand. His anger level was increasing by the breath his mate was inhaling in but he forced himself to calm down because he would not want his mate to see him as the monster he was. He focused on breathing her scent because it soothed him and his beasts.

When she handed him the paper, he curled it in a fist before putting it in his pocket. He would read it later.

His mate looked at him worriedly when she noticed he wasn't reading it or talking.

”I'm sorry love, I'm going to read but let's treat you first” he smiled widely at her which was opposite of what he was thinking. He needed to kill. His beasts and he wanted blood. They craved it like oxygen.

”Bring pancake with some pain relieving medicine” he minds linked the cook.

He noticed she was shivering from the after bathing breeze, as he wanted to go bring her one of his shirts to cover up her body, she held his hand tightly looking at him with unshed tears, ”Please don't leave me” he felt his lips twitched happily. A wave of happiness watched over him. He would never think of leaving her even if she wanted him to, he would have begged on his knees to make her stay.

”I won't dream of it, I just want to bring you a shirt to wear” he responded.

She gulped, looking flustered and shy, ”you can give me the one you are wear,” she said it in a small voice. If not because of his enhanced ear, he wouldn't have heard it.

He unbuttoned his shirt and handed to her before turning his back her to give her privacy. Fighting himself not to peek at what his. Soon, everything would be his, he thought happily.

”I'm done” he heard her said behind him while he turned around robotically.

”She looks so fucking good” Ryn commented.

”The shirt looks better on her than us” Ryl injected.

”I want to fucking rip it off and make her scream my name for the whole world” Ryk added, looking at her exposed thigh. The shirt reached her mid-thigh which showed her milky legs that were calling them to dive between her legs.

”My shirt looks good on you” he commented while she used her hair to cover her flushed face. He raised her hand up and removed all the strains which covered her face, ”Never hide your face for me” he said before taking her lips in his. He hurled her up, making her legs to wrap around his waist. He bit her lips not too hard but it bleed which he sucked slowly and she moaned to it. He plugged his tongue in her mouth wanting to taste her. She was the sweetest thing that ever happened to her. He was his living prayer. When there was a need to breathe for her he broke the kiss while he continued to nibble at her neck to the place he was going to mark her while she titled her head to give him space. He needed to be conscious because she wasn't like him, she was human and fragile. She needed oxygen to breathe or else she could die.

He felt his fangs pulled out wanting to mark her, he couldn't control himself. The urge to mate and mark her was stronger than his control, as he wanted to bite her, a knock interrupted him which he was grateful for.