HIS MARK

HIS MARK
Chapter 92

Alessia's POV

It was finally here. The night my fate gets decided. The night that was probable to mark my last moment in the world. It was here. And I was preparing to leave for Aloha’s abode.

I stood before the mirror with nothing but pity in my eyes, gawing at my miserable figure.

“My lady.’’ Melanie mumbled out for the upteempth time tonight. “Can you just trust yourself? You'll definitely make it through the rituals.’’ She repeated also, like she'd been doing the past few minutes.

I turned without words and headed.

What do they care anyway? I had everything to lose while they only had gains.

I didn't give up yet though. If not for anything else, then for the sake of the fact that I wasn't ready to make Adrian motherless yet. He was the only thing like a cog of resilience driving my faith, making me wanna fight this ill fate with every last drop of blood in my veins.

Someone clearing their throat in the background brought me to a halt on my track. It wasn't so surprising to see Alan by the door to the house exit, but Cyril seated on the couch with Aloha seated adjacent to him?

‘‘Why are you…here?’’ I stuttered, utterly puzzled.

Did I get things mixed up?

“Please go ahead and tell her. I will take my leave now.’’ Aloha said to Cyril, standing to leave already.

“Wh..what are you doing? We're coming together.’’ I stopped her.

A silent sigh heaved off her lips, bringing her gaze back to me.

‘‘You're not coming with me anymore tonight. The rituals will take place tomorrow instead….’’

‘‘How about we do it this way….’’ Cyril interrupted curtly, stealing everyone's attention to himself.
‘‘The ritual still happens tonight. We’ll be done before midnight.’’ He finalized.

I was lost. It was obvious he referred to Aloha.

‘‘My king.’’ She made to oppose, but Cyril cut her once again.

“Wait with Alan. She'll join you both soon.’’ He stood, and in a matter of seconds he was right in front of me.

“What's happening?’’ I shuddered, stepping back a bit in fright.

“What she says is you, Alessia, needs to possess my mate mark before anything can be done about tonight's ritual.’’ He let out flatly, not an iota of emotion in his eyes.

Does he just go bland on me whenever a time to relay some bad news comes around?

“That's a bad news, isn't it?’’ I struggled with a smirk, my heart clenching in dreadful anticipation.

“I wouldn't say. Do you consider it one?’’ He asked back.

Without waiting for a reply, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me along with him. I didn't fight it. I keep losing the strength to react against his stunts these days.

He pulled me to his heart content and finally let go in his chambers.

A scoff fell off my lips. The last time it was some talk about the pub in my belly.

“What's your reason this time?’’ I demanded.

He moved in a flash, slamming me against the wall and shutting back the gasp that almost flew off my lips with a swift wet kiss.

I froze. But not for long. I broke my lips from his, hiding away my face in slight embarrassment.

“Stay away from me.’’ I snapped breathlessly, my heart thumping widely as he nudged gently to claim my lips again.

His frame over my figure. His warm ticklish breath fanning my skin in the softest manner ever. The closeness of our proximity. It all messed with my sanity.

“Don't be stubborn this once and flow along, we might not get a chance like this again after tonight.’’ He muttered in a hush tone, springing an unholy rush between my thighs at the feel of his lips brushing against my skin.

I didn't fight it anymore and decided to lose myself in it. I let him kiss me, and I reciprocated.

We both got lost in the heating seduction, losing our souls in the growing tension, needing more than just the crazy kiss that had deepened into a wild tongue kiss. He slided a hand underneath my dress, tracing seductively through my thigh, leaving goosebumps under every effect of his cold touch.

I moaned into the kiss, clinging tighter onto him, like he'd disappear at the slightest mistake. I parted my limbs senselessly to allow him proper passage to my drippy cunt.

“Ouwhh!’’ I broke the kiss as his thumb reached my clits, lacing gentle massages through the soaked silk fabric of my panties.

“Please….’’ I purred, peaking on my toes while gliding my hips about, fed up with the unseeming anticipation of having his fingers slip into my panties and thrust my creaming honeypot.

He leaned into my neck instead, planting wet bites and kisses. I should have expected it, but my brain was far blown away. A painful sharp sensation cut into my skin in a swift pierce, eliciting a short scream off my lips.

My whole world stopped that moment, careful not to cause a larger injury by any careless movement. Then I felt it. Just like it was explained in the books. His venom splurted, coursing into my veins like a syringe in my blood.

He nibbled wetly on the spot, sealing the mark on my skin before pulling away.

My hands found my neck instantly. I didn't see it coming. I didn't think he'd mark me just yet.

“You're good to go now. It's getting really late.” He blurted out, wiping his lips nearly nonchalantly.

It dawned on me that he wasn't taking things to further levels. His aim had been simply to mark me, the whole romance didn't mean a single effect on him.

“C'mon. Don't keep standing there.’’ He beckoned.

It was pointless. All he needed was my willingness and I foolishly fell for it.

Not a single word left my lips for the rest of the night until we arrived at the venue which appeared not to be Aloha's sacred parlor, but an empty vast field at the top of a hill, somewhere I guessed was the center of the kingdom.