Chapter 35 #3
“I mean it, Xandros! I will fucking do it!” My blood boils in my veins at her words and I hear the door open behind me. Javier’s scent reaches me, and her eyes go behind me, they widen slightly and she looks at me like a cornered animal, frantic and I feel him move closer assessing the situation.
“Put down the glass, Sienna. Killing yourself won’t stop him from killing Toby,” Javier tries to reason with her and he’s right, her killing herself for that bastard will only ensure I make his death extra slow and torturous.
“He’ll force me to mark him,” she stammers.
“I’m your mate!” I growl taking a step toward her and she takes one back, the glass slipping down her neck, causing blood to trickle down as she nicks her skin. Yet she doesn’t seem to feel it as she backs up into the dresser.
“I won’t be your mistress, your little whore on the side!” she screams at me. I’ve had enough of her defiance.
“Xandros, calm down,” Javier whispers. However, I’m past the point of reasoning now, my aura slipping out stuns her.
Her hands are shaking when I grab her waist and her hand.
“Drop it.” I warn, my voice dangerously calm, Javier steps closer, hands out in some placating gesture that does nothing to soothe the anger writhing through me.
Blood drips on the floor where the glass is clutched in her hand, her veins pressing against her skin from the tension and strain as she tries to fight the command.
Within seconds, Javier snatches her hand, prying her fingers from the glass when she surrenders with a loud sob, her body giving up as she turns limp in my arms.
Javier tosses the glass on the floor. Her body stiffens at my touch.
“Look what you’ve done,” Javier whispers in rage beside me, his eyes softening when they take in Sienna as she wraps her arms around herself, an involuntary shudder racking through her body.
“She’s terrified of you! Can’t you see that?” His voice is filled with worry. “Don’t do this, Xandros, not like this,” he tells me, but I won’t lose her. Not to Toby, my mother or anyone else.
“Shift!” I command her, her marking me will make her as strong as me, solidify the bond so she can’t fight me, fight my commands, but no one will be able to harm her, command her against her will, not with my blood flowing through her.
Sienna whimpers, her bones cracking and realigning.
“Xandros!’’ Javier exclaims as her body starts to contort.
She hasn’t shifted since the first time therefore it might as well be just as painful, her body not used to it.
“No, I need her to mark me!” Javier shakes his head, backing away while I refuse to let her go, knowing the moment she shifts she will turn savage and attack me.
No sooner than I think it, she does exactly that, only I am not prepared for the fury behind her blow which sends me backward forcing me to release her.
My Lycan side loves a fight, loves her, and she just gave it two things it loves most by challenging me.
I pounce on her and her claws rake down my face, as we hit the ground.
I pin her, stunned by her Lycan; her fur is almost silver it is that gray, completely different from my black fur, her eyes a mesmerizing piercing blue, they seem to have no end as I stare into them, yet it makes my eyes go to the scar my mother gave her.
It runs down her face and across her snout even in this form.
A whimper escapes her when my blood drips on her, her tongue slipping out to swipe at my face.
My hands clutch her furry arms, my knees digging into her thighs, yet my Lycan side calms some as she gives up, knowing it is pointless to fight me.
“Shift back,” I command her, now she’s shifted, she can mark me. My command to keep her Lycan side dormant now lifted, forced to shift back, she does, her fur replaced with her warm tender skin.
“Get out,” I command Javier as the rest of her changes, not wanting him to see her naked. Javier complies. I know he doesn’t agree with my treatment of her. What choice does she give me, though?
“I will stop talking to him, please,” she whimpers.
“I don’t trust you,” I warn her.
“If our relationship is anything to go off, trust has nothing to do with it. You don’t have to trust me. I just have to be obedient, right?” she asks, striking a chord with me along with her tone. I grit my teeth.
“That’s what you want, right? Obedience, a toy?” she whispers, tears burn in her eyes as she lifts her head, her lips grazing mine so softly.
“I know what you’re doing?” I warn her, knowing she is trying to distract me from forcing her to mark me.
“Is it working?” she asks.
“Yes.” I state, her lips quirk into a small smile as her lips graze mine.
“Seems I’m not the only one who’s a slave to the mate bond,” she whispers, kissing me.
She nibbles on my bottom lip. I feel like fucking prey helpless against the urges inside me and she knows it, pushing herself up against me.
“I am not a slave to anything,” I growl, my grip doesn’t loosen as she tries to climb on top of me.
“What are you if you’re not a slave?” she asks her hands on my chest, her pale soft skin tempting me.
Her body is temptingly warm and in spite of what she’s done, what she says, I still want her more than any other woman I’ve ever touched.
“A king,” I state watching her. I groan when my eyes move down her body landing on her perfect breasts.
Pushing my pelvis into hers, she moans and my lips crash down on hers briefly.
Tearing our lips apart, I pant heavily at the sight of her nude body contouring mine.
It is a sight that never fails to fill me with hunger.
She squirms against my hold which brings us closer together.
“Sienna,” I groan her name, unable to deny this sweet little temptress anything at this moment.
She rakes her nails over my chest making small red marks on my skin, her hands continue downward until they come across the bulge in my pants.
She teases me through them until I start to squirm at her touch.
A low, guttural moan escapes me as she massages my length.
Her other hand goes to my hair, she grips it, pulling me down to kiss her before letting go.
My mouth consumes hers, my hips rocking against her when she turns her face to the side, giving me access to her neck.
My lips and tongue trail across her skin, my touch featherlight.
She draws in a sharp breath, her body coming alive from my touch.
As I glide across her skin, I’m captured by the captivating aroma that arouses me more.
I move downward, my lips latching onto one of her nipples.
I’m distracted by the taste of her skin and the way she squirms beneath me, proving she, too, is just as affected by this bond we share as I am.
I peer down at her smirking up at me with those mischievous eyes,
“I guess being king means you’re a slave to your own desires.
” Before I even realize what is happening, a painful boom erupts as the lamp that was knocked off the table during our struggle collides with my head.
The impact causes me to see stars and her face blurs in front of my eyes, then everything fades into darkness.