Chapter 17

He drops me to the ground whilst he shakes with uncontrollable rage, he wants to rip me apart, every cell in my body knows it, and I'm ready. I'm ready to die.

“What the fuck did you expect me to do?” i croak, holding my sore neck, “I wasn’t just ging to sit there and let you use me again.”

He kneels down in front of me, his eyes crimson red, “Think very carefully before you speak, little hunter, I am not known for showing mercy to anyone, let alone the enemy.” His voice is coated with so much venom that you’d think i was the one who ordered the attack.

Fuck him. Fuck all the Nati vampires, and the turned ones. I would gladly watch them all burn in the sun.

I scowl at him, spitting in his face, “I'd rather die for my words than be stuck with you.”

“Let me make one thing perfectly clear, Mae, you are mine.” He wipes my spit from his cheek, “No matter where you go, or what you do, you belong to me, and i will always find you.” he wraps his hand in my hair and pulls me closer, “You could run to the very end of the earth and i would find you and bring you back, no matter how much you beg or scream.” His lips are so close to mine that i am certain i can feel the ghost of them against my skin. “You and your body belong to me, and me alone.”

My skin is slick with sweat, but there is something else, there is something about the way he says those words that speaks to me in places that it shouldn’t.

“Your body, mind and soul are mine.” he growls, roughly shoving me back onto the forest floor. “And i am going to take what is mine.”

My eyes widen when he rips the dress from my body, shredding the expensive material, and then suddenly his lips are on mine, and he steals my breath away from me. He isn’t gentle, he kisses exactly the way i thought he would, hard and possessive. He kisses me like he is claiming my lips as his own, and I'm ashamed to say that i kiss him back with the same amount of fury and anger.

Mihai thinks that he can use me as a toy, but i can use him just as much as he uses me, maybe more so.

I shove him backward into a tree, knowing that i only managed to do it because he allowed me to, but that didn’t stop me from biting his bottom lip, or tearing his tight shirt from his chest to reveal the sharp muscles beneath. I want him to feel as desperate as i do, i want his skin to burn with the need to destroy my body, because i want to destroy his.

His hands wrap around my bare back as he gently lays me down in the mud, the cold floor against my back doing nothing to stop the burning hunger inside of me. I must be crazy, i must have lost my goddamn mind because when he tears off my bra and wraps his lips around my swollen nipple i arch my back and moan so loud the owl in the tree go silent.

I shouldn’t be doing this, the logical part of my brain knows that i shouldn’t want this, it’s wrong, and it is dangerous. But fuck, it’s a rush.

Mihai slowly trails kisses down my stomach and across my hips, leaving a trail of fire behind him as he slowly, torturously, makes his way down to the throbbing nub between my legs and i fall apart when his tongue slides over it so gently, too gently.

I buck my hips, pushing myself against his lips and his tongue, i can be ashamed later, right now all i want is for the fire is my body to be put out, and it is only him who can do that.

He chuckles against my skin, pushing a finger inside of me as he licks my swollen clit a little harder, giving me exactly what i want and my body responds, my back and legs shuddering and shaking.

My body is responding to Mihai in ways that i never thought it could. I used to think i was broken, and sex wasn’t for me, but the way he touches me sets my soul alight and i want more. So much more.

I shudder, a moan tearing from my lips as the pressure builds in the bottom of my stomach, an orgasm like a lightning strike ripping through my body, my screams piercing the night like a symphony of pleasure.

“Lord Mihai?” comes a voice I don’t recognise.

The Nati vampire stops, looking up at me with clouded eyes as he wipes my juices from his lips, “I’m over here.” He calls.

He grabs his torn shirt and hands it to me, his eyes still a deep crimson red. “We have to go.” He says softly, lifting me into his arms.

I look at him as he takes us back onto the road, my heart continuing to race even as the adrenaline slowly disappears.

There is something seriously wrong with me because i am disappointed in ways that i cannot explain.

I didn’t want him to stop.