Chapter 6

His breathing was ragged by the time he climbs over me. Sweat trickles on his forehead, his hot breath hits my face while he looks down on me with that hot look on his face.

He kept his gaze on me all the time while initiating to unbuckle his belt. My heart begins to pound louder with ardor that I'm uncertain whether I fear his intentions or the fact that he had triggered my excitement instead.

If I were on my right mind, I would have done everything to get him off me. But the thing is that, I'm not even close to think of anything else but the way his hypnotizing gaze draws me in towards him.

"Mine..." He mumbles, before running his mouth on my cheeks and all over my face.

"These cheeks, this forehead, these lips, this mouth, this tongue..." I whimper as he forcefully slid his tongue in and out of my mouth. The pleasure he gives me was beyond overwhelming.

My body, on the other hand, couldn't have refused against the sensations of his touch. The familiarity... It felt as if my whole humanity truthfully belongs this stranger.

"They're all mine and yet why is his scent...." His canines suddenly press hard on my neck out of frustration.

I yelp, automatically bringing my hands to hold his head still. Something seemed to have caught his attention evident from his flaring eyes.

Before I could question anything, he nibbles and sucks on my neck aggressively to the point it began to hurt like hell.

"S- stop!" I cried, succeeding to get him off me by force. My hand reaches for my numb neck only to find it oozing with blood.

"This little..." It would be a different situation if he were to just hurt me, I could take any physical pain but not to the extent my blood has to be spilled.

I glared at him, eyes filled with rage as finally, anger was able to consume me. Now that my blood have been spilled, I won't get lost in sheer pleasure anymore.

The guy licks his lips all the while looking at me with a devilish grin. "It seems that you don't find pleasure from pain anymore."

"So unlikely of you."

"Fuck you." I sneered at him, trying hard to disregard the fact that we are infact only inches away from fucking each other just now.

"Oh." He chuckles before doing that lip bite again. "I wasn't aware you had the guts to tease me like this, Scarlett."

Scarlett? The hell is he calling me right now?

"My apologies, but you seemed to have mistook me for somebody else." I rush to tidy my clothes in attempt to leave and yet my actions and choose of my words remains irritating him.

He grabs me by the arm but I was fast to dodge his touch. "What gives you the right to touch me- the Luna of the Wolves, you mere Lycan?" I looked down on him coldly.

It would be an exaggeration to say that even my blood runs cold at the sight of a Lycan now. The blood running in my veins awakens my instincts as a wolf with rivaled recognition to their kinds.

But much to my surprise, his aura does not seem wary of me as soon as he fell on his back within fists of laughter. "Goddamn, woman, you never fail to arouse me."

"Now, come take responsibility, why don't you?" He lays back in a relaxed manner while raising a finger and motioning for me to come close to him.

I scoffed before my eyes widen the moment my body moves back towards him as if some force draws me in. "W- what the hell!"

Before I knew it, my body fell right into his arms giving him the right to catch and hold me so still. I was about to continue protesting when our closure in between gave recognition to the dangerous aura that envelopes him.

I feel like vomiting at the amount of pressure his dark energy possessed. Just who is this guy?

"Ah, finally, you behaved." He sighs, nuzzling his nose on my head. "Now, do you know who I am to you, Scarlett?"

"My fucking nightmare." I seethe, staring him straight in the eyes. His once vivid emerald eyes have now succumbed in a whirlpool of pure darkness that resonates with death.

He grins down at me, grabbing me by the chin. "You know what, I've expected the opposite of this reunion after long years of being apart."

"There I thought I'll look at you with pure desire and affection throughout, but you just have to shatter my expectations, Scarlett." He cackles, his nails beginning to dig through the fabric on my waist. The intensity of his stare was frightening as though he's showing me that death might be the only ending for me being in his arms.

"Now, I could not look at you in any other way but despise." He spat. "You hated me first, don't you? I couldn't have felt more the same now to the point I just wanted to kill you."

"Let go." I struggle to get away from his hold, only for him to tighten his grip throughout.

"What have they done to you, my love?" He took a huge intake of my scent once again. "That's right, they should be the one worth killing, not you."

"So don't worry about dying in my arms, hmm?"

My body went tense as chills runs down my spine. Tears swell the corner of my eyes as he forces my sights to focus on him.

"I still scare you, huh." He takes the initiative to draw out his tongue towards my mouth. "Maybe this'll calm you down."

This time, I refuse to let him get his way and end up opening my mouth first to welcome and suck his tongue in. He curses and shifts in his position to take control over the kiss yet I beat him to it.

Slipping my hand down his slightly open fly, he lost all control to me.

With a loud growl, he then pulls me away from him in a rush. We were both breathing hard, trying to regain our breaths within eyes locked filled with undying pride. Daring each other to fold first.

He pulls away all of a sudden. "What..." His eyes then dilates in anger, but I caught the way he's slightly losing his vision the moment he dropped his head on one hand.

Grinning maliciously, I brush back the stands of his hair falling on his forehead. "Sleep tight, my love." In just a snap of my fingers, he completely fell into an eternal sleep.

"What can I say, you didn't just call me Scarlett for nothing." I lick the thick liquid on my lower lip, without knowing it myself that my irises shines brighter and more vivid than the blood itself.

I don't usually tend to use this advantage as I always have been fearing its effects. But I fear the flesh of this devil more than the danger the power of my blood holds.

*****

"My lady!" Claude runs towards me in a rush while the other Beta trails behind him in a sulky manner. "Where have you been all this time?"

"Just over there..." I drawl out while trying to avoid Hyde's suspicious gaze. "Got relaxed for too long that I may have fallen asleep or something like that..."

"You should be more aware of your surroundings next time..." Claude believes me immediately but I assume Hyde's head is just too thick the moment he leans down closer in a not-so-obvious way to smell me.

He hums.

"It's undeniably disrespectful to smell your superiors." I tell him sternly, only to get a shrug in response.

"I was just wondering where that iron scent on you came from."

"I accidentally scraped my finger on a thorn."

"How unusual."

"A lady's features will always be delicate." I brush him off with that last retort. I figured it will no longer be necessary to share the unexpected happening just earlier.

I mean, I barely escaped from the devil, and to report the incident and everything, I don't think my pride can take it. Either ways, Quinn will no doubt send me out of this place without any other second thoughts.

The Betas led me back in the castle walls straight to my room after. I'm not even in the mood to argue nor demand to know an update from my husband's whereabouts since the moment I got out of the bath and was settled underneath the comfort of the bedsheets, I was lulled in a pure haven of rest.

Or at least I thought that's all to it.

As the moment my mind drowned in the comfort of sleep, my nightmares began to haunt me and that includes seeing the devil's face morphed in pleasure at the sight of me.

But there's no way...

"Don't think you can escape me that easily, do you, Scarlett?"