Chapter 168
AMELIA
“No! Please, stop!” I watched Ryden with his head about to get snapped. The son of a bitch forced me to watch him as he took my mate’s life.
My whole body was in excruciating pain, one of my legs was broken. What was worse, was my wing was clipped off, and the other was about to be ripped off from my back. And I was too weak to save my own mate.
“Please, stop! I’ll give you what you want. Take my life. Just let him live.” With my blood-shaking hand, I tried to crawl to Ryden as I begged for his life, but I couldn’t reach him— he was too far. The feeling of helplessness was like getting stabbed in the heart over and over again.
“I can take your life as easily as I take your mate’s.” Then a snap and crack echoed. He dropped Ryden’s lifeless body on the bathed blood ground.
“No!”
“Hey.”
I sucked in a breath. Breathing was even more difficult. Still disoriented, I was clutching at someone.
“Breathe, Amelia.” He was freaking out. I could hear it in his voice and his heartbeat.
Swallowing hard, I stared at the deepest green eyes I’d ever seen. So alive.
“Another dream?” He was wiping off the hair out of my sweaty damped face. “Breath, my love, breath.”
I threw myself at him, hugged him tight, and clung to him that I didn’t want to let go of him. “I love you so much it hurts.”
I felt his arm around me and his fingers stroking my hair. “I love you, too, ladybug.”
I sobbed in his arms as he said sweet and soothing words. “I’d rather die if something terrible happens to you, Ryden. I can’t take it.”
“Me, too, Amelia. I’ll take my own life if you die again.”
I pulled myself away and looked him in the eye. “Let’s not make it a habit then.”
“Yes. We take care and protect each other.” He cupped my face and wiped the tears on my cheeks. Then he parted his lips, his gaze dropped on mine.
There was a split second of stillness between us before he crushed his mouth against mine. The kiss was hard and invading. It almost made my lips bleed, but I liked it. It numbed every pain in my heart. It made me forget about the horrible dream I had. It made me feel alive at the same time as my heart began to pound so hard in my chest.
As his kiss took effect so fast, I shoved my hand into his boxers, grabbed his cock, and freed it. It hardened around my grip, and I started stroking it.
He made a deep sound from within his throat as he greedily sucked on my bottom lip, making me moan both in pain and pleasure, then glided his tongue into my mouth. His taste flooded in me, thrilling me, making me wet.
He laid me on my back, pushed my panties down to my knees and his eager hand slid between my thighs. Satisfied with what he found, he stroked my wet folds before pushing his finger inside, deep within me, and began thrusting in and out.
But my aching body arched for him, wanting more. Once I was wet enough and ready for him, he kneed my knees apart, and I opened my legs for him so he could settle in between. He nudged at my entrance and shoved his dick inside me without even so much of a word.
My voice was muffled as I cried in shock. My nails dug into the flesh of his back as he fucked me in the mouth and fucked me with his hard cock. He thrust even deeper into me, fast and hard.
“Baby.” I groaned in pleasure and in pain, a reminder that I wasn’t reliving the terrible memory of that dream, but also a reminder of what it felt like to lose someone I loved.
As he devoured me with his kiss, his thrusts were getting harder and mercilessly bringing me to the edge. And he knew I was close.
I hooked my feet around his waist and gripped his hard ass. I wanted him to fuck me even deeper. I wanted him to fuck me hard and raw. I wanted to pass out in pleasure as I came hard.
Then he gave them all to me, starting a new tempo, swirling his hips in each thrust, dragging his hips across my aching clit, and his length hitting the sensitive spot inside me, making my breathing frantic.
It was too much. I broke free from his kiss, panting so hard, and moaning deliriously and helplessly with his name on it.
As he continued his sweet torture, a gasp of pleasure escaped my lips. My entire body began twitching, shuddering. Tears rolled at the corners of my eyes. Then I cried out as the sensation rolled through me in an earth-shattering orgasm.
“Look at me, Amelia.” His voice was deep and demanding, and I obeyed. The look in his eyes made me want to cry again. He showed me how vulnerable he was. He showed me how much love he had for me.
With my mind still buzzing with euphoria, I whispered what I exactly felt and the only words my brain could process. “I love you with all my heart and soul, Alpha Ryden.”
“Yes, you do, my love.” He groaned as his muscles clenched. His cock jerked and throbbed and his breathing stalled and then gasped as he emptied his release deep inside me.
I curled into his damped body, my fingers stroking his chest. I knew he would ask what was the nightmare all about, so I didn’t wait.
“I dreamed of you getting killed before my eyes, and I couldn’t stop it from happening. It was the most painful part that I was useless, that I couldn’t help you. I still feel the pain of watching you dead.”
He pressed his lips against my hair. “I’m sorry you have to go through that pain alone. It may feel real, but I’m here with you, alive. Look at me.”
I stayed silent for long as I gazed at him. I wanted to remember the look on his face right now as he smiled at me. My lips parted but nothing came out, just tears rolling from my eyes, wetting his shoulder.
“Don’t cry. And I want to say something.”
“I don’t wanna hear it.” Sniffing, I looked away.
“Amelia, I know for the past weeks, I’ve been hard on you because I was hard on myself, too. I’ve never been so happy for the last few months since you came back. Then all of a sudden, someone appeared in our lives, claiming to be a part of your past life. I’m aware of how you are drawn to him, and how much love he has for you. It’s hard for me, so fucking hard, it breaks me thinking he wants you bad the same way I want you. And I can feel your feelings are divided, drifting half of it towards him.”
“Please, stop.” I turned away as I couldn’t shake off the guilt in my chest. “I love you and I will choose you over and over again.”
“I know, but I respect your feelings for him, even if it breaks my heart.”
I faced him and felt like crying again. “Then why do you have to do it if it can break your heart? I don’t want you to do something like that. Why can’t you fight for me, for us?”
“Imagine if I were him, would you choose me?”
“That’s unfair.”
“Nothing of this is fair.”
“I don’t remember my life with him, so just shut up. Yes, I feel something for him, and I feel guilty all the time that I have no control over it.”
“Amelia.” Every time he called my name like that as if it was okay to cheat on him, I wanted to stab myself to death.
“No, no, and no because I won’t share you with anyone else.”
“Fine then, but you’re not going to see him again. Ever.”