LOVED

ROSA'S POV

I couldn't believe that those words had tumbled out of his mouth.

That he loved.... me.

He loved me.

I was his purpose and his.... Redemption.

I was that important to the only man that had ever meant so much to me.

"Please tell me you love me too." Came his words, and I felt my heart constricting in painful happiness.

"Hooo...." I released some hot breathe, feeling him readjust his weight above me.

"Please say something." He added, his eyes begging me.

At that point, I knew I was saturated. If proper care wasn't taken, by heart might somewhat combust.

"I...." I released another deep sigh, feeling that painful lump in my throat. "I am scared that at this rate, I love you too much for my heart to bear." I finally managed to say, as a couple more strands of tears rolled down my eyes.

I had been so cautious about being vulnerable to anyone since after Andrew, but I realized that Ryan had broken down my walls. With him, I could exist wholly. With him, I found peace.

"Rosaline." He muttered, a teary smile on his face.

"I love you, Ryan. I love you so much." I chuckled, my eyes probably glistening with tears. Immediately, he bent and captured my lips in a searing kiss, his hand trailing sparks along my waist.

"Hmm....." I moaned into the kiss, loving how good his touches made me feel.

My arms rounded his neck, my legs hooked themselves around his waist, pulling him closer to me.

I could feel his hard member brush across the lips of my pussy, as a good amount of wetness pooled down there.

His lips left my mine, and his tongue savoured every inch of my neck, definitely leaving love bites behind.

"I want to make you feel....." He suddenly said in between laboured breathe, his gaze darkening with unmistakable lust.

I wasn't sure what he meant, but I trusted him.

The next minute he started trailing kisses from my neck, to the valley between my breasts, down my belly, in one straight line.

I blinked furiously, trying to not get distracted by the realization of where he was headed.

I wasn't wrong after all. His lips had eventually kissed my mound, and my heartbeat accelerated. Subconsciously, I made to shut my legs which were already spread apart, but he held my thighs in place.

"I haven't...." I whispered. "No one has ever....."

"Please, let me be your first." He softly requested, a gentle gaze in his eyes.

Was this part of his plan to 'make me feel'? How exactly was I going to feel?

My questions were answered, when he spread my thighs apart more widely, and placed his tongue along the most sensitive area of my private part. The first lick, the second lick, and the third one had me releasing the deepest sigh ever.

A couple more seconds in, and I could feel my belly tighten in pleasure. I halfmindedly ground myself against his face, wanting to feel more of this foreign but mindblowing pleasure he was giving me. I never knew.

Now, I was feeling things I had never known existed.

Ryan was making me FEEL.

He had been the first person to introduce me to pleasure and now, he was taking me to heights that I never knew existed.

Maybe I should have garnered the courage to show him my body much earlier.

Soon, I couldn't hear my thoughts anymore. All I knew, was that my mate's head was in between my thighs, doing unthinkable things to my mind. He was eating me. He was eating my mind away.

"Aaahhh!!" I released a loud moan, my fingers grabbing a full fist of his hair.

At some point, my legs began to shake, and his strong hands held them in place. He didn't relent in his sweet act of wickedeness.

"Ryan.... please!" I begged, sweat breaking out on my body. I could feel my soul reaching for the skies. "Plea.... plea...." My breathing increased, until I could no longer make out a single word. I was lost.

Soon enough, a thousand lights burst before my eyes and everywhere went blank. I could feel the energy leaving my body, and I knew.

I knew that Ryan had made me his prisoner.

I was locked for life.

Slowly, I opened my eyes, trying to make sense of my surroundings.

It was just half a minute later, but it felt like an entire day. I felt the bed dip beside me, and I knew it was him. Tiredly turning to the side, my gaze locked with his.

"You tasted so good." He muttered, and my face burned up in embarrassment. We both silently stared at each other for the next minute, until I overcame my initial embarrassment.

"That felt so good. I never knew....." I trailed off. "Andrew never."

"He missed out on a lot, then." He smiled at me, making those butterflies run around my belly again. "And I'm very glad he did. I'm glad that I am your first. That you're all mine."

He pulled me closer to himself, dipping his head for a kiss. After we broke apart, my eyes wandered downwards, and I could see his cock standing rather proudly.

Something came to my mind, and I found my body moving on its own accord, until I was face to face with his cock.

"What are you doing?" He asked and I simply shrugged, not sure what to say.

He sat up on the bed, watching me rather calmly, and somewhat making me lose the little confidence I had gathered.

"You know that you don't have to reciprocate anything." He said. "I did that to you, because I wanted to make you feel good."

"I want to make you feel good too." I whispered shyly.

"You're so adorable." He randomly muttered.

In that moment, I felt like his obedient little pet. And all I just wanted to do, was please him.

I began inching my face towards his cock again, until my lips kissed his tip.

"Ahhh...." He released a low moan, encouraging me to do more. I wasn't such an innocent person when it came to this, so I could definitely manage.

It was Andrew's thing, and he liked to used me as some sort of toy. He'd stuff himself in my mouth, whether or not I wished to. He was always so rough, and most times I'd cry and throw up.

My heartbeat accelerated as I recalled the past with Andrew, but my mind willed me to focus on the man before me. This was Ryan, and he'd never intentionally hurt me.

Eventually, my lips widened to accommodate his size. He let out another loud groan and I felt soooo good!

More than anything, I found that weird. I had never enjoyed doing this to Andrew, so why....?

The more my head burped up and down his length, the more Ryan released sighs that had my clitoris twitching. Everything was going on fine, until I felt his hand on my hair.

I should have known he wasn't trying to hold me down, but it was too late. My traumas had quickly resurfaced, and I found myself gagging uncontrollably.

It was all happening in my head, but it felt real.

"Rosa!" He called, quickly pulling himself out of my mouth, and carrying me onto his thighs. At that point, I was already crying, feeling so humiliated and ashamed.

"I'm sorry." I sobbed.

How could I have spoilt this perfect night? Everything was so fine, and I shouldn't have even made the move to do this.

Now I had made a fool of myself, and ruined everything.

"No, I'm sorry....." His soothing voice overshadowed mine. "I wasn't trying to hold you down Rosa, I would never do that" He begged, lifting my jaw and cleaning away my tears.

"I know." I nodded in between sobs. He went quiet, giving me that stare of realization. His expression went from worry, to realization, and then to anger.

"That bastard." He whispered. "He usually held you down, didn't he?" He ground his teeth against themselves.

Ryan was always so quick to piece things together, and I was somewhat grateful for that.

It made me not have to say much, especially when communicating seemed difficult.

"I never wanted to." I muttered. "He always made me. I would gag, and cry, and throw up. Yet.... he wouldn't stop." More tears rolled down my cheeks.

The place went silent for a moment, until Ryan eventually spoke up.

"And you thought you were obligated to do the same for me?" He asked, trying so hard not to let his face fall in disappointment.

"I never thought that. I genuinely wanted to please you."

"Come here." He muttered, pulling my naked body closer to his, as he engulfed my smaller frame in an embrace.

We stayed that way for a while, none of us saying anything, and just listening to the rhythm of each other's heartbeat. I felt so safe in his arms, and my heart was content.

He was my person.

It was already half an hour later, when he finally spoke up.

"What other things did Andrew do to you?" He asked. I honestly hadn't seen that question coming, but I was very glad that he cared to know. "Please, don't stay silent at me."

"I wasn't planning on." I replied, pulling my face away from his chest, and looking up at his face.

"Thank you. I'm all ears." He adjusted our position in a way he was sitting with his back against the headboard, while he accommodated my figure in between his legs, my back resting against his chest.

This was the first time I was being naked with any man, and it was only surprising how comfortable I felt even after an hour.

"Where do I start?" I asked.

"From the beginning."

"The beginning of Andrew and I, or my very beginning?"

He thought about it for a moment, before giving a response.

"Your very beginning." He muttered, his hands rubbing my arms soothingly.

"Okay." I nodded, inhaling and exhaling rather loudly. "As you already know, my stepfather whom I thought was my father, had never really loved me. My world came crashing when mom took ill, and had to be admitted into the pack's infirmary...."

*******

Over three hours later, and we were still talking. Ryan had been so attentive to every single word I said, and it had only encouraged me to talk more.

I had told him everything, starting from how mom had died, and how my step family had maltreated me mercilessly. How Vera had tried to rape, and how Theo hadn't done anything to protect me. How Andrew had appeared as my mate, and how I thought he was my chance at freedom and happiness.

How life with Andrew had turned out being completely different from the one I had imagined. How he had beat out three pups of mine, and eventually tried to kill me.

How Audrey saved me.

I felt Ryan lips on my neck, as he dropped a couple chaste kisses there.

On a normal day, that act of his would have made my body go hot with desire, but right now, it only got me feeling so loved and protected. It was no wonder I had been able to tell him all I had. I felt safe with him.

"I truly have a lot on my mind, but I'm not sure I know how best to communicate them. I don't want to speak too much for the fear of you thinking I'm just loudmouthed, with no actions." He whispered, making me slowly turn to him.

"But what I can say for sure, is that you're the strongest woman I've ever known. I will keep letting you know that, for the rest of our lives together. And no, this isn't just about your powers, abilities, or the fact that you're my anchor. It is about your ability to have remained kind, despite how much hurt you have experienced."

He had said that a couple of times now. But each time he said those words, they felt so new and genuine.

"I will make sure that everyone who has ever caused a tear to leave your eyes, or engraved a scar in your heart, would pay dearly for it. As long as they are alive and breathing."

"Ryan."

"No one....." He trailed off, his body vibrating. He was angry, and trying so hard to taper down his emotions. Oh, my love. "No one will ever again, touch what's mine."

"I love you." I truly hoped he could see how much he meant to me. How much comfort he had given me. How much mending he had done to my broken heart in such a short period of time.

It was almost unbelievable. I couldn't believe I could ever find such happiness and experience something so real. Ryan made it possible.

He bent his head and sniffed in the scent on my neck, his teeth lightly grazing there.

"I am helpless when it comes to you, Rosa. Hopeless." He grinned, making me chuckle heartily. Only this man could have me sobbing in one minute, and laughing the next minute.

He had said something that caught me attention. That I was his anchor.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"What?"

"When you said that I was your anchor. What does it mean?"

He released a sigh, before looking down at me.

"I guess it's time for me to share my own past."

"I'd be grateful if you did, Ryan." I replied truthfully, hoping he didn't change his mind. I have never wanted to be a part of someone's life, as much as I did now.

"When I had told you about my first mate and how she had died, I forgot to tell you something else. That even before I found her, she was prophecied to be my anchor." He was making use of that same word I was yet to understand. "As a hybrid, I was deemed an imbalance of nature. So the witch elders had told me that the moon goddess was going to provide me an anchor, in form of my mate. She was literally going to be the calm to my storm, be my control switch whenever I got lost in my powers and was unable to control them. But it was quite confusing to see that I had drained her of her energy. She was supposed to be able to resist that, if she was truly my anchor."

Wait a minute...

Was that what happened when he was about to kill my father? I had anchored his powers?! Me?!

But most of all.....

"Are you saying that you think she wasn't..... your true anchor? Your true mate?"

We both locked eyes, he looked genuinely confused.

"I don't know, honestly. I'm not sure. That has been a topic troubling me for many years now. I am quite confused about it."

"But that asides, why were you seen as an imbalance?"

Ryan was definitely not the first mixed breed to exist in the supernatural realm. What about king Logan, who was of three different races?

"At the time, that was the situation. I was the first hybrid existing 'after' the separation of the four kingdoms. After the four kingdoms separated, it was naturally expected that every supernatural creature, should be of one race. And to make things worse, I was a vampire and werewolf. Two of the deadliest supernatural races. I was bound to lose control of my powers sometimes, and that could cause a distortion in the natural balance."

"If you are saying this, then it also means that king Logan is also an imbalance of nature." I reasoned.

"No, he isn't." Ryan slowly shook his head. "He is also a wizard, which gives him possession of so much magic. That magic keeps the balance between his wolf side and vampire side, giving him absolute control of his powers." His explanation actually made a lot of sense, but then.....

"But if you were deemed an imbalance of nature due to the separation of the four kingdoms, isn't it supposed to be different now that the four kingdoms are united again?"

"I thought so too." He nodded, lost in thoughts. "I am not really sure of anything at the moment, and I'm hoping to get some more clarity from the witch elders, especially now that I am exhibiting some unusual traits."

I knew he was talking about the tentacles that protruded from his forehead the last time. A thought ran through my mind as well.

"Ryan, the witch elders had mentioned you getting in touch with your untapped abilities and potentials through me. What if...?" I trailed off, not sure I was making sense.

"What if this was it?" He asked, and I nodded.