“I knew he would jump me!”

(Author’s Point of View.)

When she felt his penis hardened even more, and his grip on her tightened, thus, Amelia did not need any sex expert to tell her he was near to his first orgasm, that she has reached a couple of times already, she threw in her last card by muttering, “Adgan, please mark me again!” She screamed out those last words before her body sagged on top of him, with no vitality left in her.

And in that same moment, Reagan forced back control. His eyes that were shut the second his lips touched her skin, flew open right in time for her head to slump against his. Without further ado, Reagan quickly pushed back his fangs and licked the spot, then gently unlatched himself from her cunt that was leaking all over his pelvic.

Turning her around that she now rested on his limbs, bridal style, he gazed down at her with an unfathomable expression whilst he brought his wrist to his lips and bit it hard to draw blood, then opened her mouth and let his blood sip inside.

After a couple of minutes passed, “Griffin!” He called through the mind link, with his wrist still clasped on Amelia’s lips, and her beautiful dress artfully arranged by him to cover her curvaceous buttocks and angle that should only behold his sinful eyes.

“Your Majesty? Is that you?” Griffin asked unsure, and the last thing he wants right now is to face the devil himself.

“Humm! It is I!” Reagan assured. “I need these chains off. You can come in! With Shainu as well!”

Without another second, Griffin punched in the codes and pushed the door open to the room that reeked of sex, and the first thing the trio saw was the torn red lacy pantie on the floor, in the middle of the room.

Averting their gaze, they locked eyes at the same time with Reagan, whose jeans was hanging on his ankles, with Amelia laying slumped on his lap, her head being waged with his left arm, whilst the other arm was in her mouth.

After having a moment to take in the situation, the trio sauntered in the direction the big bad wolf was seating without sparing them a glance. His eyes solely focused on the woman in his arms.

“Can you see if she is okay?” Reagan asked lifting his head this time to glance at the elegant woman.

Shainu stared at him with an indecipherable expression seeing his distinct iris. They were of three assorted colours that signifies his three personalities and she wondered if the irked Zegan was now under control or something like that. “Is he manageable now?” She asked curiously.

Reagan’s jaws clenched tightly at that question. “He fucking hurt her!” Reagan squeezed through his teeth. “I knew he would jump me the moment I feed on her and that is why I would rather suffer than allow that to happen. But this stupid little woman did everything to provoke me until she had her way. As if that was not enough, she even went ahead to instigate him into fucking her senseless.”

“Can you blame her?” Shainu asked indifferently. “As your mate, she would do anything for you even if it meant risking her own life. That, that is no stupidity, but rather, selflessness. Her will to make everything right for you, her love, is striking. And that is real power.” Pride swelled inside Shainu as she expressed her words.

Reagan sighed. If he could, he would take all the pain for them both without a second thought. Seeing her suffer like this kills him a million times more than it would if he were the one to endure it all. She was his life and he only wished she would stop hurting herself for him.

He peered down at her swollen face again and his mind was filled with different emotions. ‘So fragile yet unimaginably strong and strong-willed as hell. His leniency on her, his allowing her do what she wants, has made her much bolder and reckless. Hence, he needs to keep her under control before she becomes an untamed dragon,’ he thought to himself. “Bring her up to our room and make sure she is okay.” Reagan said dolefully glancing between Shainu and Charles.

With that, Charles stepped forward and lifted the motionless Amelia’s body in his arms.

“Stars!” Shainu exclaimed with wide eyed seeing Reagan’s monstrous shaft that was covered in their mixed fluid, and even half-awake in disbelief. Her gaze unintentionally went on the small figure in Charles arms, unable to understand how such a tiny frame could take such thing.

“Anything the matter?” Charles asked tauntingly. “You know, having fun is never differed with age. Even though your hair is now looking all grey, still, you are the most magnificent woman I have ever laid eyes on. “Your hair aside, you would look no different from the queen he-”

Charles’s words were swallowed back in his throat as he could suddenly not speak anymore, and neither could he feel his little friend down his pelvic, with his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

“What? You can’t talk anymore?” Shainu asked with a sneer. ‘The stupid boy was just too presumptions playing with fire.’

“Hahaha! Hahaha!” Griffin could not hold back his laughter seeing the horrified look in Charles’s face. “Serves him right!”

“How much time do we have left until the ceremony is set to begin?” Reagan inquired expressionlessly standing up to his feet as the chains came off, with his pant back on his waist.

“About an hour, Your Majesty!” Griffin replied.

“Cancel it!”

Hearing those words in her hazy state, Amelia grumbled, and everyone whipped their heads towards her.

“We can’t cancel it! We must complete our mate bond by going through with the ritual!” Amelia mumbled without opening her eyes. Thanks to Reagan feeding her his blood, she was gradually regaining her energy back. “I will be fine. Just let me rest a bit.”

“She is right! For an unexplainable reasons, today’s shifting tradition has something to do with her. Moreover, you have to trust that she can handle it.” Shainu voiced out.

Reagan sighed looking at the little woman in Charles’s arms. He wanted the blabbering fellow to bring her to their room so she could get some rest because every minute counts. Instead, the idiot remained there making jest of the witch. “Give her to me!” He said collecting Amelia from Charles and headed way for their chamber.

Closing the bedroom door behind him, Reagan made way for the bathroom while he unzipped his trouser and kicked it away, then swiftly he ripped her dress off her.

When the bathtub was filled with enough water, Reagan went in with Amelia in his arms so he could wash them while she takes a nap.