“Do I need to bite you myself or—”
His hand slipped around her neck, making her words vanish as the sparks unleashed in her veins. Her mouth stayed open with shock, and he leaned in as his eyes darkened. He slashed open a part of his lower lip with a canine, and pulled off her veil. Before she could blink or protest, he pressed his lips against hers.
Her hands slipped up around his chest to curl around his neck but he pulled them away, caging them above her head as he pressed back onto the sofa. The emotions that ran wild in her veins were so overwhelming, she could barely feel the pain.
After a long while, he pulled away, his face hovering over hers, eyes darkened with lust.
“Say it again.”
“W—hat?” She couldn't barely even speak, she needed as much air as she could breathe in.
He was right, it felt good. So good she could barely think. Every part of her felt vulnerable, and to just have him hovering over her like this made her shiver. Her skin seemed to sizzle with sparks. She fought to touch him, but he wouldn't let her go.
A foreign feeling was rushing through her veins, different from the lust, from the pleasure, from the desire, from everything.
It felt like she was being possessed by something different.
Consuming.
By Ignas!
“Call me—” he stopped short, blinking. Then all too suddenly, he pulled away from her.
He staggered away, black furs shooting out of his skin, growls rumbling from his chest, his fingernails morphing into sharp claws.
Aniya sat up straight immediately, blinking away the pleasure that fogged her sight and ignoring the aftermath that was running in her veins.
Her heart was racing with fear.
He was doing it again. He was shifting into that wolf.
The first time she had seen the wolf, it had attacked her and the Priest was the one that had to save her.
Would it do the same thing again?
Ikrus slammed his hand against the wall, his claws drawing deep lines through the bricks.
He turned to her sharply and when he spoke, his word almost became an unintelligible growl that boomed against the walls of the study.
“RUN!”
She didn't have to have him warn her again. Aniya bolted from the room, reaching for a weapon on the wall as she did. The speed at which she grabbed a dagger allowed the sharpness of the blade to cut off the piece of cloth that Ikrus had wrapped around hand but thankfully that was as deep as it got.
Aniya ran out into the hallway and that was when she realized how empty this hallway was. There were no guards anywhere and the other room didn't seem to have anyone in them. But that was no problem, she just had to get down the stairs.
But that was so much easier in her head than she was making it possible.
The wolf burst through the door, breaking it into pieces and with speed that she couldn't fathom, it was catching up with her.
Wonderful. By Ignas, this was the worst thing ever!
She thought of throwing her dagger at it, but that might only infuriate the wolf further.
What kind of madness was this? How could his human self be, well, kind to her and his wolf was desperately after her life to kill her? Was this because she tasted his blood? That couldn't be. Nothing happened between them before he shifted last time. The attack had triggered this. But what was this?!
She was running out of breath.
By Ignas, why was this hallway so long?!
Also, couldn't they all hear his growls? And her countless screams for help?! Why wasn't anyone coming to rescue her from this mad beast?!
“Oana! Help! Help me!” She screamed once again but there was no response.
They must really hate her in the pack house.
Was his wolf a completely different being from him? A beast that hated her perhaps? Or was his wolf showing her what he truly felt for her? A burning hatred. Or perhaps his wolf just hated beings from a different realm?
Why was his wolf so determined to kill—
Or maybe this was the reason why everyone avoided him including his father. Because he was an abomination, one that fed on other creatures.
Maybe they allowed her love here because she was his food—
“Ah!” She screamed as she slipped and hit the floor with a thud. The dagger slipped out of her grip too. Scared of what would become, her eyelids slipped shut immediately.
Then she felt herself being yanked away.
This was it.
By Ignas, there was no peace for her in this Realm.
Only death.