Chapter:- 4

He felt Allen stiffen against him before the woman body went boneless in his arms—the magic winding its way through her mind and body, twisting her to Adom desires. And then the Vampire Prince  felt those strong sweaty arms come around him, holding him close as a mouth and nose nuzzled against his neck. Jonathan ran his fingers over smooth skin and firm muscle, before pulling the other woman in enough to take her lips with his own.

The Vampire wasn't entirely certain what he'd expected, perhaps a burning passion or the impatience of youth, but Allena was . . . soft. Unsure and gentle as she slowly explored Jonathan mouth. Her fingers tenderly cupped the Vampire's face, fingers stroking the skin at the back of Jonathan neck.

They finally came up for air. Jonathan swallowed unconsciously as he took in the small, contented smile that played Allena face. They learned in close together, foreheads resting against each other. They stood there for a beat, just holding one another, and Jonathan had to shake himself free of the strange longing that was beginning to invade his mind.

"Why don't we take this to the bed," he suggested, hands beginning to tug on Win shirt. The Alpha woman nodded and pulled it off, her own hands unbuttoning Jonathan jacket, but the Devil was far too impatient for that. He banished it with a flourish of magic that had Allena chuckling softly.

The Alpha woman hopped up on the bed, scooting back until her back was to the pillows. Jonatan followed after her, crawling over that long lean body like a predator. They shared a grin before the Vampire leaned over and again kissed his wolf.

"Wait . . ." Allena whispered, even as her fingers brushed against Jonathan side.

"What? What's wrong?" he asked. The Alpha breathing was hitched, but not in want. It was . . . a nervousness that was not altogether unfamiliar to Jonathan.

"I—I mean I've never . . ."

Jonathan felt his eyes narrow as his head tilted in suspicion. "Have you ever been with anyone?"

Allena looked away. "I . . . I couldn't. It was forbidden before mating. If I . . . If I ever . . . I would have been banished."

Jonathan let his fingers run over Allena cheek, bringing her face back towards the Vampire. Their eyes met and Jonathan took in the slight glassiness of her eyes and the shuttered breathing. Even in love, this woman was still restrained— Alpha woman but in control.

He could have used magic to further force the issue. Jonathan wanted sex . . . He wanted sex with Allena. He wanted to spend hours riding this woman and drawing out their pleasure until she thought of nothing but Jonathan.

But he didn't want an animal—not tonight at least.

The Vampire leaned in and brushed another kiss—chaste and light and went to get off Allena, but the other woman hastily wrapped a hand around his wrist, stopping him. Jonathan looked down at the hand in confusion. No one had ever dared to stop him from doing anything—especially not in so physical a manner—not if they wanted to keep their limbs attached anyway.

"Please . . . I don't want you to leave. Can't we just . . . lay here?"

Jonathan looked up from the fingers around his wrist to the beseeching eyes. He should shake the other woman off and portal out of the room immediately, but Allena reached out with his other hand. She cupped the Vampire face and Jonathan felt himself sigh as he leaned back in, laying down beside the woman. They faced one another and Jonathan couldn't help himself from allowing a hand to drape over Allena side. The Alpha woman smiled, moving forward the smallest bit and kissed him again.

"I love your eyes," she said softly.

Jonathan blinked for a second, taken aback. Clearly the spell was working a bit too well.

"I saw you on the battlefield. You were wearing that black armor and my friend was screaming, but all I could see were your eyes. They glowed," she said leaning in and brushing a kiss over Jonathan eyelids.

"Everything felt so cold, but your eyes. I saw your eyes and I knew I wasn't going to die."

"You couldn't have known that. I was the enemy—"

"Not my enemy," she said, his fingers squeezing Jonathan neck. "You took me, but you've never hurt me."

The Vampire Prince was tempted to prove the Alpha woman wrong—to ruin her in ways he'd yet to dream of—but as he gazed on that face, that trusting expression . . . Jonathan found himself hesitant to destroy the warm tranquility that had settled over them. He could hold back for tonight.

They held each other close, and Jonathan watched as those dark eyes eventually fell shut with sleep. As the hours passed, the magic eased and released the mortal from the spell. Jonathan never slept—how could he in the presence of an Alpha woman —but he did doze on occasion. Even this feeble rest never lasted however, as every shift of the young man brought Jonathan mind back to reality.

Still, he never moved, never disturbed Allena or left . . . Even when the woman eventually awakened and pulled away. Surprisingly, he didn't go far. He didn't even leave the bed. He merely sat on the edge of the mattress, feet planted on the ground and face consumed by his hands. Jonathan eyes eventually lifted, and he watched as the Alpha sighed—no doubt he hated himself for nearly giving into such a spell.

He still hasn't moved—hadn't given away his consciousness and yet Allena seemed to know he was awake anyway.

"You wanted to have . . . have sex with me. That's what last night was, right?"

The woman voice was rough—with emotion or sleep, Jonathan was unsure about. The Vampire Prince sat up as well, resting one foot on the ground, but leaving another curled beneath him as he faced Allena back.

He kept his voice deliberately light. "That was the point, yes. I was not expecting you to be so . . . innocent."

At this Allena did turn her head and meet his eyes. "And that matters—to you, I mean?"

Jonathan wanted to make some side comment, but really, Allena knew nothing about him beyond whatever propaganda the clan's had cooked up about the favorite son of Lucifer.

"It does," he said with a nod. "I have been gifted with the first time of a great many people, but they came to me and asked. I would make your first time as good as I can, but it is not something that I wish to take by force."

The Alpha woman looked away again, her head bowing down low. It confused Jonathan that such a proud man would look so beaten down. He raised a brow in confusion and suspicion, but said nothing as Allena finally spoke.

"I never believed I would live long enough to have a first time," Allena whispered quietly. "And even if I survived this war . . . If I . . . wanted to be with someone, I would need to leave the clan —leave my home and my family . . . and join the human realm."

Which would not end well, Jonathan thought. Allena Wood was the scion of a powerful Alpha bloodline, but in the mortal realm . . . she wouldn't have any background or skills to get a job or a place to live. It was in itself almost a death sentence. The thought bothered him—poking at his mind until the full weight of the woman words hit him.

"You hoped you would die in the war," Jonathan whispered.

Allena seemed to shrink in on herself even further, her shoulders hunching for the barest of moments in shame and sadness. Jonathan shifted towards the pure blood, wanting to reach out to her, but without the safety net of his magic . . . he was unsure of how welcome the gesture would be.

Eventually, Allena was able to regain control of herself, and she turned around to face the Vampire Prince, who is also half wizard. Jonathan looked at her—took in the quiet desperation of a woman with no more options. The woman had resigned herself to death to escape the torment of her life.

Jonathan moved in closer, crossing the bed until he was seated beside Allena. "I'm not your soulmate. You don't love me, but if you want it . . . I'll make it good for you."

Allena throat bobbed thymically before she leaned in and pressed hir mouth to Jonathan. No spell, no magic. Just this baby Alpha woman who was desperate to feel something—anything—before her inevitable death.

Jonathan leaned in, his hand running lightly over Allena chest. He swung a leg over the Angel thighs, listening as Allena groaned against his mouth. Allena hands were hesitant about touching him for a fraction of a second before Jonathan felt the other woman's fingers moving along his ribs and back.

"No regrets, Allena," he whispered against the woman lips.

"No regrets," the alpha woman repeated back, her hands pulling of Jonathan belt, loosening his pants. Jonathan chuckled and snapped his fingers, both their outer clothing disappearing in a flash, leaving only their undergarments. It would have been easier to banish those as well, but he didn't want to spook Allena.