Chapter 43

Samael POV

Waking up from the frenzyness of the past moments was like being hit by a brick wall. Or two. For once, the ache of my shaft drastically decreased. In fact, it disappeared, left with the lingering feeling of satisfaction of unloading everything I had into that small female of a mate. She was sleeping soundly, not having a single hunch about me getting up and leaving. Her breathing was steady, and its rhythm made me want to bury my face in her again to ravage her again. But I couldn’t. All this was to be left where it was now; in the past.

I slipped out of the bed, barely remorseful. I had no regrets. But reality called, I needed to go back to it. Was it reality or was it just the voice of a very impatience and screeching Mania that was roaming around, too freely for my taste. I came out of Malia’s tent and ran straight up to mine. I showered, twice, or three times, I didn’t count, but scrubbed away the scent of my mate’s scent. The only issue was that I couldn’t scrub it out of my brain and my nose.

When I came out, I came face-to-face to an angry Mania. And an angry Mania always meant… great, wild, savage sexx. She started by screaming at me for making her wait, she related how boring and pathetic was Warrior Helori for weeping about how bad I’m treating Malia. To be fair, he was somewhat right about it.

Seconds later, she was up in my arms, legs around my waist, rubbing her sweet and already dripping core on my half-hard tip. Her moaning was loud. It was hard not to be distracted by it, for the rest to harden. It felt like nails going down a chalkboard. But focusing on the feeling of the flesh colliding together, I managed to get hard enough for me to get in her.

It felt cold at first, mild, far from the burning cave of Malia’s. Her touch was rather bothersome, not to the right spots. Still brutally thrusting into her, making her shout, trying to feel an ounce of something, I threw her on the bed, tying her up.

I had to bury her head into the pillow for me to keep going. The muffled sounds of her moans, the submissiveness of her being tied, made everything smoother. Sensations slowly climbed my spine as I felt closed to the edge, picturing my fated instead of the chosen that was shaking in my bed, convulsing from the orgasms rocking her sweaty body.

I rode mine with a roar, as she screamed for the nth time. And that’s where I lost it. For one of the few times in my life, I lost control. As she collapsed under me, I sunk my teeth into her neck, impregnating her with my venom. A cry of both pleasure and pain came from her, as I unloaded my seed in her. I slouched to the side.

“What came over you, you naughty beast?” Mania whispered in my ear, in that voice that was trying so hard to be seductive. It was all a game, I knew that. But it was even more obvious now. “You never came that quick.”

I shrugged and closed my eyes. I heard her wrestled for a few seconds against her binds before she broke free from them. Her hands were all over me again. And I didn’t refuse her but my limp shaft discouraged her pretty quickly. So she looked into her bag of tricks. Going from a stripper, dancing over me, to a dog, licking all of the trailing from my muscles. I let do her thing, dozing off slowly, the blood drifting down again, pumping to the tempo of her hand going up and down.

I felt numbness all over my body as I was fully hard again. She was a real hard-worker, there was no mistake about that. I admired the efforts. But her mouth felt too wide and wet as she leaned on to swallow my length whole. With a dip of my hip, I tapped the back of her throat making her gag, giving me a new surge of energy.

“My turn to make you scream…” Again with the naughty talk that took away some of my sturdiness. I rolled my eyes and let her do her things, wrapping the leather straps around my wrists.

Her game was off, like an act. An old routine that I knew by heart. I closed my eyes, and tried to remember the sensations I felt a few moments ago. The sparks were missing but recalling them made my stomach churned, and I swung my hips again up her throat. It seemed like she had enough, because a moment later she was sitting on me, riding me like a rodeo whoore would ride her mechanical bull.

“Malia…” I grunted between clenched teeth, pushing into her depths again.

‘Idiot.’ was all I could here from my pouting and disgusted wolf.

Slightly panicked by my mistake, I kept going with her beat, but opened an eye to see if she heard the critical mistake.

“Yes baby, say my name. Again.” She cried, more like whining than moaning, swinging on my dicc as if she was playing with a joystick.

Seemed like she didn’t. Either I was a lucky bastard, or I was blessed by the Moon Goddess.

“Mania…” I wanted to wash my mouth with soap. The ring of that one letter change made me nauseous.

“Oh yes, baby yes. You’re so big, and strong. Come in me again. Mine!”

I was shook by the waves that came crashing against the rock of my body. Overwhelmed, I came in her as soon as her teeth sank into my soft spot, as my blood was drunk by her, my wound sealed by her. There was a knot in the pit of my belly that shouldn’t have been there.

‘You just sealed your fate, and mine who I didn’t ask for, to ruin. We are doomed.’

I didn’t want to agree with Ades’ feelings. But as I watched my new mated and chosen mate lick her lips from my blood, I knew that the only thing between me and my goal now was her.

I had been marked as I always intended to before, and even after for a while. Now that it was done, I felt the weight of regrets and remorses reached my heart, but were denied access. All that mattered was to get into Elder Kodard’s place for what I needed. Going with Malia was my best shot if I aimed for success. But will our personal problems interfere with our plans?

A shadow appeared behind the curtain that was the door of my tent. I raised my head and asked what it was about.

“Alpha, Miss Lobo asked me to convey this message: she went for a run. Alone and asked for it to stay this way. She said she is to be returned for your early departure tomorrow morning, but not before. She added to not worry, she understands, and it will not be a hindrance for your mission.”

Dismissing her messenger, for once in a few times in my life, I felt scared.