Chapter 28: Lonely Fantasies

In his mind's eye, Bellinor saw a bare man crouched over Alinta, about to kiss her. Filled with rage, he transformed into a mass of black ash and violet static, surging toward the man with ferocity. First, he struck the man with such force that he was sent flying into a boulder. Then, the ash engulfed him, transporting him into the sky.

"You dare lay your hands on what belongs to me!?" Bellinor bellowed with more than one voice.

The man was shrieking like a maniac, as he was being crushed and suffocated by the pressing force. His body was robbed of all its fluids, the black vortex created a dried-out carcass which evaporated to blackened dust absorbed by Draven's magic. The mist twirled like a whirlwind in front of the semi-conscious woman, and Bellinor returned to his form. He looked like a tyrant ready to kill all who dared to oppose him, but his eyes immediately softened once his treasure's grateful gaze consumed his view, before she fell unconscious. He gently lifted Alinta into his arms and cradled her against his chest. Inspecting her for any injuries, he noticed scrapes on her arms and legs, along with bruises forming on her neck. Frustrated by this, he licked her arm and miraculously all her wounds started to heal, faster than a typical werewolf would when awake and in their transformed state.

Satisfied with her condition, Bellinor gazed at her face, his expression filled with lust and longing. His heart thumped heavily in his chest as the realization washed over him. "She is now mine. I am finally claiming—no, not claiming; I am reclaiming. She has always belonged to me, and now my Vixen is with the one to whom she rightfully belongs."

Large teeth and a snout began to emerge. "I finally get to mark my chosen," Onyx breathed excitedly. Just as he was about to lift her dress, his body suddenly became rigid.

"We can kiss her, touch her, and make love to her, but we should not brand our scarlet female just yet. She may not survive our combined power if we do not share a mutual bond," whispered Bellinor's new wolf, gazing at Alinta with admiration and curiosity.

"Is there a means to speed up the process? I have been waiting fucking far too long," growled Onyx impatiently, his teeth itching to sink into her flesh. He and Bellinor had always wanted to mark Alinta on her rib cage, symbolizing that she was created for them, inspired by the story of Adam and Eve. They wanted her to be reminded that they were her life source and her oxygen and that she was meant to live solely for them.

"It depends on the bond, my impatient brother. I, too, am eager, for I have been waiting decades for our mate. We first need to start strengthening our bond with her; she must accept us willingly and believe that we are destined for each other," Draven said calmly while holding his gaze on Alinta.

"Now, as promised, let us be blessed as fated mates," Draven declared and took control over Bellinor, murmuring ancient words. His eyes shone a vibrant violet as a ball of light, the same colour, formed above Alinta. It drifted down like a dandelion and landed on her chest, where her fated mark rested. The light was absorbed into her, causing Alinta to whimper as it dissolved within her. A wave of purple light radiated from her body, and then a beam shot from her mark to Bellinor's chest, where his faded fated mark was. Draven grunted and Alinta screamed through the pain. The deity relished the chaos as he looked at Alinta with wide eyes, holding her tightly against him. As the moments passed, Alinta gradually settled down, indicating her discomfort had dissipated. Her mark transformed into a black crescent moon glowing a violet hue. The moonflowers are now replaced by roses.

"Our beloved mate just needs some time. As her bond with the other werewolf becomes completely obstructed and shifts toward us, our princess will gradually learn to love us. However, it may still be a challenge to convince her to fully accept us. Nothing in this world is ever effortless, but the rewards we gain once we succeed will be worth it," Draven said, gently brushing his face against Alinta's in his arms. "Let us take her home to rest."

"It's strange; I was never this consumed by my true mate when she was alive, but this woman has me completely enchanted," Bellinor said, gazing lovingly at her. "Sleep well, my little Vixen. We are going home now," he cooed tenderly before transforming into a black mist and vanishing.

Bellinor appeared in the comfort of a secluded villa he was renting. He carried her in his arms to the room he had already prepared for her. As Bellinor approached the bed, the covers magically opened, and he delicately laid Alinta on her back. "I want my angel now! I need to taste her!" Onyx whined anxiously as slobber collected and dripped from his lower jaw.

"I want the same thing," said Bellinor, sitting on the bed beside the sleeping woman, subconsciously placing his hand over his heart. "But we need to approach this carefully. Our darling already harbours a strong dislike for us; we must earn her trust and allow this newfound bond to develop naturally."

Draven closed his eyes and murmured a few words. Suddenly, Alinta's makeup was removed, her body was cleaned, and she was changed into a beautiful long nightgown. He smiled proudly as he looked at her. "Now our rose can sleep well," he said, a hint of hunger flickering in his predatory eyes. Draven managed to maintain his composure much better than Onyx, who was now scowling at the large amethyst and black wolf. "You had a trying night, dear Bellinor. Why not cover our mate and then go relax in a warm bath? It could help you relieve some of those pent-up emotions."

Bellinor's eyes remained fixed on Alinta, but he could sense the intent behind his new wolf’s words. "I think I will," he said softly. He leaned over and gently kissed Alinta's lips before getting up and leaving the room.

He made his way to his large ensuite bathroom, turned on the faucet, and let the hot water run. As he casually undressed, he glanced at himself in the mirror. He was surprised to see how young and athletic he looked—chiselled and muscular in ways he had never imagined. He relished the thought of Alinta's reaction once she saw him; surely she would desire him and not feel repulsed. However, as he loosened and dropped his trousers, he went rigid in astonishment at what he saw.

"You have the body of a god now, which includes your most valuable asset. It's important to keep our mate happy, but it can also be used as a means of punishment if she dares to step out of line," Draven said with a devious laugh. He was aware of Bellinor's thoughts and desires, so he knew exactly what to say. However, he didn’t need to pretend to appeal to him, as they shared the same likes and dislikes.

Thinking of Draven's words, his already aroused member started to firm and grow even more. He made his way to the large tub, closed the faucet, poured in some oils, and then sprawled his large body into the steaming water making himself comfortable. Bellinor's mind started to drift to his new possession, his fingers carnally wrapped around his thick shaft, and then he began to unhurriedly fondle himself.

"Oh my vixen, you're all I have been craving," Bellinor husked. Envisioning Alinta in the tub, slowly climbing on top of him and allowing his swollen phallus to enter her as she willingly readies herself to ride him.

"Show me what you can do my darling," Bellinor commanded, lost in his imagination. He feels her hands gliding over his muscular torso before firming her elegant hands. 

"Oh my only, you fulfil me in every way," she sighed strenuously. Alinta's breath hitched as she carefully moved her hips, allowing herself to get used to his size. Moans erupted from her full lips as she steadily increased her movements eagerly until she found her sweet spot. 

"Yes, my vixen!" Bellinor rasped to his fictitious she-ghost as his hand firmed around himself.

"Bellinor!" Alinta shouts as loses herself in the pleasure he believed he was gifting her.

"Oh, my darling, the things I am going to fucking do to you!" Bellinor grunted. He speedily caressed himself, pretending it was Alinta's movements. His mind raided with raw fantasy, his breath shaking due to the rhythm of his moving arm followed by the deep vibrating bass of his erratic groans as he relieved himself. 

He rested his arms on the sides of the tub, steam evaporating off his arms, with his head back and sighed in utter satisfaction. Seeing his imaginary mate still sheathed to him, leaning over his chest as she catches her breath.

"Soon these lonely fantasies will be our daily reality," Draven hummed.