Chapter 12 12- Kael
RANDOM FACTS: A Keeper is a wolf-kin entrusted with preventing the world's collapse, as historical prophecy holds that the awakening of Kael Veyne initiates a cascade of events culminating in apocalypse. To avert this outcome, Keepers employ old magic knowledge to maintain Kael Veyne in a state of perpetual slumber.
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The Hunger fizzles through my brain, like it’s only seconds away from breaking out of my body and causing the damage it was created to do.
I have not fed in far too long. All those years of sleep. Of restriction.
Now, I am set free in the world after a millennium.
I could feed on every single person that I wish to without a single care in the world.
But like a hunter zeroed on the most precious prize, my eyes cannot tear themselves from the little omega in front of me.
His pheromones are all over the place. Volatile. And fertile.
My wolf side that I have almost forgotten tells me that the best thing I can do is cover every inch of him in my scent and with my seed so no one ever dares trying getting close to him.
It is a side that has been still for many years.
It is now far too loud to ignore.
Pleasure streams through my veins as I watch the stubborn creature that is the Keeper’s grandson slowly go to his knees. It’s clear that he can barely keep himself propped upwards but he does his best going down, his head bowed as he says in a whisper, “I will take all of their punishments,”
Their punishments?
He kneels for them?
After all of his refusal to submit to me?
My hand reaches out for his face.
His skin, as always, feels as soft as how I imagine the clouds to be as his scent hits me again— strawberry, honey and sex, all mixed in one— all foods I have never craved before and raise his head up.
His grey eyes are swirling with red, his skin glistening and his fangs… sharp.
I push my thumb inside it again, watching as his eyes slowly start to flutter close.
I cannot read his thoughts here because this realm restricts me from doing so but from the way his pheromones worsens, I know what he’s thinking.
It takes me only a second for me to wrap us both in my shadows, transporting us back to the cabin.
My lips crash onto his as I pin him to the wall. His legs instantly wrap around my waist, his arms wrapping around me immediately after.
He tastes like life, like colour and the many things that I had almost forgotten as I shove my tongue into his warm mouth, gripping him tight before my mouth moves to his neck.
The sound of him gasping as he throws his head further back so I have more space sends more triggers to the Hunger.
Take him. Take all of him. That way, he is ours. Forever.
The runes on my skin burn as I try my hardest to fight Its claws digging into my skin so It can touch Riven as well.
But no.
Mine. All mine.
Another growl leaves my lips before my shadows swirl around us, my hands pinning him down now to his bed— his beautifully arranged room smelling of me. And only me.
My hands pin his hands above his head, but he doesn’t look like he has any plans on getting himself out of my grasp.
Riven Draken looks like he’s only inches away from passing out but he’s not bothering to pull away.
If anything, he’s spreading his legs wider, his hips coming up to meet mine as his scent grows even more feral, his member straining pathetically as the tip reddens
He looks like he’s on his last lap to life.
It only sends more blood rushing to my brain as I wonder how every inch of him tastes.
It takes me seconds to rip his clothes to shreds, my hands keeping his thighs apart as I slowly press my cock close to his entrance.
It’s the first time I see panic swim through his eyes, like whatever haze his heat has placed on him has cleared a bit but I know I have no plans on letting him escape this time.
I start to push myself inside.
Instantly, he tries to fight me off.
He tries to shut his legs close but one of my hands reaches out for one of them, gripping it tight as I keep it open. “Your pretense does not work when I have my hands on you. Not when your arousal is trying to choke me with how desperate you are to be fucker.”
His eyes widen, like he’s unsure of what to say there but I don’t bother giving him anytime to use his brain.
I shove myself deeper, my vision blurring slightly from how wet and… tight he feels.
His walls cling onto me like they’re trying to snap me into half and the low gasp he lets out flings whatever restraint I have left as I hold his wrists tighter, my hand placing one of his legs on my shoulder as I go even deeper. “Riven.”
I slide out, then slam back in.
I feel him jerk, his body tightening while my eyes feast on the sight of him.
My shadows move from me, like they have a mind of their own as they crawl over his skin, like little veins.
I watch as he throws his head back as one of my tendrils wraps around his nipples, another one wrapping around his member, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he lets out garbled sounds.
My name falls out somewhere there.
And for the first time, he does not sound like he wishes for my death.
He sounds so broken.
Mine.
I increase my pace, needing to see more. Needing to taste more. “Open your mouth. I want to hear all of it, Fëa Ainu.”
His moans follow immediately. Louder. Like he no longer cares if anyone can hear him.
I take myself out, my eyes looking down at how wet he has coated my length before I turn him around.
This time, I hold his hands to his back, my other hand shoving his head into his bed as I thrust myself even deeper, my tongues forming an ancient word that I had forgotten how to use.
The sensations swelling through me feel like I am seeing the world through a new light. Every single scent filtering through my nose has me pounding him faster, wanting to draw out every moan he can make.
Then he speaks. “O-Oh, f-fuck,”
Like a magnet that cannot help itself, I instantly let his hands go as I wrap my hand around his neck, pulling him upwards so he’s arching while I go deeper as I say into his ear, “You sound good, Mírenya, but I require an apology.@
“
His body arches even more, his mouth falling open as his walls squeeze tighter around me.
His slick drowns me so easily that my cock drowns in it as I feel his whole quiver, a small whimper leaving his lips, “I’m— Nnghhh… sorry…”
Hearing him say those words only has me feeling like a drop of water after years of thirst. Riven Draken. Apologizing. My voice comes out with a rasp, “It does not sound like you mean it. I will stop—”
“No.” The word comes out from him like a strangled plea as I feel his hips push into even more, his walls spasmsing around my cock in a way that has the sensations hitting me again as he sobs, “I… I will… night… be good. Just… m-move. P-Please? I need… I need you cumming… inside me… I need… t-to have your baby,”
These are words I know he does not mean.
It is the heat speaking.
But it does not stop it from hitting me like a physical blow.
My hips pound faster inside him, the sounds of his slick filled hole echoing through the room. “Beg for it.”
“Please.” No hesitation. No restrictions. The world spins for me again. “Please. B-Breed me. D-Do whatever you want with me— fuck. Yes. Right there. Right. There. Yes. Yes. Yes—”
Mark him. Mark him. Mark him.
The Hunger and The Wolf echo those words in my head.
The thought vibrates through my teeth, causing my gums to ache in a way that demands that I bite him.
And I can’t fight it.
My hand tilts his head to the side as another rush of pleasure shoots into my spine, my fangs forcing themselves out as I move to the artery rushing with life.
But the second I’m close enough—
A memory hits me.
A memory that I had truly forgotten— of a woman holding her hand out to me.
Her eyes are warm, her voice soft as she whispers, “Mark me. Do it.”
And I had listened to her.
Eryndra.
Her name had been Eryndra.
And she had died because of me.
Like the omega is made of fire, I let go of him.
His face falls to the bed, the sounds of complaints only leaving his lips as I pull myself out.
It takes him only seconds for him to turn around and reach his hands out for me.
His hair is sticking to his face, his eyes swollen as he pants, "What are you doing?! You have to fill me! You have to—”
“Quiet.”
Riven obeys, but he is not happy about it.
His mouth makes a pout, and he looks like he is on the verge of tears.
I want to shove my cock down his throat just so I can see what face he’d make. “I cannot mark you in this state. It is a permanence I am not sure even you know,”
“You said I’m yours, didn’t you?” He looks like he’s about to curse at me. “Then take me. Whatever happens later, it’s my fault. I’ll take responsibility—”
“No.”
That is all I give.
Riven stares at me like he cannot believe I am refusing him. I see different emotions swirl in his eyes, like he’s trying to think but it is hard for him to and then just as if he cannot hold back anymore, he says, “Get out.”
“No.”
An exasperated look crosses his face. I watch as the tears bubbles up to his eyes, his lips trembling before the full tears begin. “Why don’t you want to get me pregnant? What did I do? I said I’d be good. I let you do what you want so why are you treating me like this?”
It’s the hormones peaking.
The Hunger stares at him, unsure of what to do.
My wolf… it pokes its head out, staring at him.
“You did good,”
The words leave my mouth with ease, and he looks at me, his eyes wet as he sniffs, “Then why do I feel like a failure?”
My body soaks into the shadow of the floor before I reappear on the bed, this time having him on my laps, my face burying into his neck so I can stop the thoughts of pounding him into the bed till a hole appears as I say, “When you wake up, you will be grateful,”
His arms wrap around my body, his face on my head as I hear him mumble, “Stay. I don’t want to sleep alone. It’s too quiet. Don’t disappear when I sleep?”
“As you wish,”
I don’t know what I’m doing here, or how I am in this position when it is supposed to be a punishment but it happens.
And the moment he is asleep, I let time resume again.
The pain from how long I have held onto it bursts through every inch of my skin like molten flame spreading through my veins hits me.
It’s disorienting, and it feels like my bones are splitting from the inside as ash fills my mouth.
With what last strength I have, my body moves into the nearest shadow before I step into Rowan Draken’s room, watching as he wakes from his slumber, his eyes filling with confusion before I ask, “Who is Eryndra?”