CHAPTER FIVE

“What are you?” He asked, catching me off guard. He came closer and shifted backward, backing up against the wall.

I didn’t even know what I was, who was I? If these people were special and Corey was one of them, was I supposed to be among them? He slammed his hands against the wall, trapping me there, my breath hitched in my throat as my chest heaved up and down. He stared deeply into my brown eyes, his hands slowly raising to caress my face.

The fucking shivers.

What was that? Why was my body reacting to his touch? My brain at that moment was bombarded with a lot of unanswered questions and his expression softened when he saw the confusion in my eyes.

He sighed, and my breath hitched as his mint breath hit my face, his aftershave was not helping too, I loved men who did their hygiene and it looked like he was the boss of them.

“Me too,” He suddenly said making me jolt and come back to my senses. His piercing blue eyes swallowed me in as he came closer, putting his head in the base of my neck and he nipped at the flesh there.

Pleasure and pain ran through as I stayed put. For some reason, it didn’t seem like he was forcing me to. My body was giving all the consent and I almost raged at it. He breathed out again causing me to shiver and a soft sound came out like a soft squeak from me, making me cringe at my weakness.

He laughed and held my wrists, while his head was still in my neck, hitting it against the wall. His hot tongue caressed the base and I could hear him breathing out I was also sure that he could hear my heartbeat.

His lips finally collided and sucked through, making my legs tremble. Was this because I had never been with a guy before? Since the attack?

A soft growl was released from him and I was reminded to stay stiff and scared. He pulled back, deciding to stop attacking my neck and I stared at him, knowing that I was sort of red already.

“I also don’t know why, I got you as a mate. Why does it have to be you? You’re not—what I am. You’re spicy, delectable, and beautiful,” He praised with a smirk and I looked down as he went for my throat, kissing down to my collarbone and I turned on the bed, but his legs were in the middle of mine, making me stay put.

Raising my shirt a bit, I shivered at the cold but soon at the heat as he loomed at that place. His hands held my stomach softly as he bit through, leaving marks everywhere. Soon, he stopped and I stopped breathing. I looked up a bit and hinged when I saw his staring darkly at my scald mark. My scald from Corey's save.

“Who did this to you?” He asked, his voice soaked in power. I shivered at that, not bothering to answer, he grazed through with his fingers, his eyes holding pity in them. “This is why- I need to mark you.”

In a fast motion, I was flipped on the bed and I let out a squeal as I felt some weight on top of the bed, and soon, his soft lips were on my ears making me shiver.

“No wolf, human, or any other thing would hurt you when they see my mark.”

The shivers were not stopping and I was tired of trying to make them to. I just took all the pleasure, feeling a bit safe for the first time in my life.

My mouth plopped open when I felt something poking my butt, I looked to the side of his arm, pressing into the bed, his veins followed through as his definite muscles stood proud. I also saw tattoos of crafts like huts and going upwards on his arm was “Revala la my vida.”

I closed my eyes tightly as I felt myself move slowly like he was fucking me through clothes. His breaths came out softly and I was turned again, meeting his blue eyes, they were soft.

And filled with lust.

His hands cradled my waist and I was brought to his laps again, holding on to his shoulders for my dear life. He pressed me to him and I let out a soft moan, which he replied to by digging his face into my neck.

“Fuck,” He said making me shiver a bit as he pressed me to him, my region colliding with his hard own. My head pulled back as pleasure pulsed through my brain.

He continued, slowly and I couldn’t help but hold him. “Wait,” I started but stopped as he nipped at my neck again as if threatening to bite me.

“If-“ He started, but stopped as he kissed my neck, making me turn to a gooey puddle in his arms. He pressed me harder and faster and I moaned out again. “-this is how it feels to have a mate, then I’m not backing out. You’re turning me on and I’m thing so hard not to fuck you senseless.” He said fast and slow with his breath still leaning softly and these words ran through me and my body did everything it could to say yes.

“Let's stop here for today,” He said, with his voice, a hit stable like his senses were starting to creep back and I didn’t know if to be happy or sad and I immediately scolded myself.

My eyes opened immediately as I felt something sharp grazing my neck, before I could scream, they sunk in.

Was he a vampire!?

I shook but he held me rigidly to him, making me stay put as the pain passed through me. Droplets of sweat and tears dripped on him at the same time and I couldn’t help but still push him.

He was going to kill me, suck all my-

Aah!

I let out as he pulled back, pleasure slamming my core. Noticing this, he slammed me to him like twice, making me moan so loudly. My toes curled and I pushed my leg out, feeling wasted and satisfied. His tongue licked the area as he slammed me one more time and deep down, I was so ashamed that I had an orgasm by just dry humping with him.

“You love this,” His husky voice whispered through my ears, slamming me to his member for the last three times before rubbing me on it.

“I like a bad girl as a mate,” He whispered one more time as my eyes shut in pleasure. “You seem wasted, so innocent,” His soft voice came through again but I was already laid on the bed softly and carefully.

“Get some sleep, mate.” This time, it sounded like a whisper and I heard footsteps as my chest heaved.

The next voice I heard was not his but a softer voice instead.

Sono risorto.

It sounded like my voice. Just a lot more quiet and powerful.

What was going on?

I could answer that, as my body slipped into slumber, leaving my question hanging.

Meaning

Sono risorto – I have risen.