Lycan's Fiery Mate

|| Chapter 8 ||

The bird can only nod in submission, despite Kiki being the unbearable one between us.

Knowing well that she won't open her mouth anymore after what she witnessed just a while ago with the naked me in the arms of a man she has never seen before, I become aroused again when I get the flashback of how his large hand did things to me all night long; his mouth and his fingers nearly killed me writhing for not allowing me to release just because I said no licking my lady parts.

My cheeks turn red the more I think about his treatment of me, and taking a deep breath to calm myself down, I put the paper on the cupboard before shifting into my bird form and flying towards the bird. The spell does not crack after I get out of the barrier or even burn my wings. . .that probably would happen with Earl if he tries to get out or allows an outsider to step in without my permission.

"How is everything going on in the coven?"

"Nothing happened after you left." The bird huffs beside me. "Kikira is throwing a fit on everything. Sire Sidwaz needs you now."

Poor Sidwaz. Weren't you taking her side, believing that would help to calm her down? I chuckle at my thought. "So. . .If Kikira asks anything about me when you go home, tell her I am enjoying my vacation and will return tomorrow. . .at her service."

"But have you thought about the issue she stated in the letter? Should we send more guards into our territory?" She looks alert and scared. "You know how vampires are. They won't leave until they make you give them your words to back them up."

Carefully, I check the area around me and breathe in relief, not seeing anyone near after sitting on the top of the barrier beside the bird. One can still consider it a mini hill, judging by the height and arch of its, where I am sitting right now in my bird form.

"They. Won't. Dare." I emphasize the words for her. "Not unless they underestimate us, thinking we are desperate like them. If they dare to think about putting political pressure on us, might work to get what they want, the vampire king better watches their back from now onwards and think harder about the matter if they could survive with other covens stop co-operating with them."

She looks at me like I go crazy or worse---daydreaming, perhaps. "Why would the other covens leader listen to you?"

Transportation, my dear. "The storm will come anytime." I look at the sky and see the dark clouds start to gather like yesterday. Having other things to do, like filling up bottles with water and heating the home food Kikira has sent for me, I tell the bird, "Now go and have fun with your folks." Then I think something, and my gaze hardens in no time. "Tell Kikira and Sidwaz to be careful. They can take whatever necessary steps to prevent outsiders from trespassing. Burn them all if they don't listen to us." I look at the bird and see she's got the hint. "Remind the duo again that I want the rest of the labs sealed by tonight. No dark magic in the Lunar Coven from now onwards. I won't tolerate that if I catch anyone making a living with her dark magic staying under my roof."

Although I know they would take care of it without me, I still need to make sure they have their focus on solving the internal issues of our coven first. I thought of leaving by noon, but now I think it will be better if I stay here for some time and watch the war between the dark hunters and the vampires. Besides, I am tired right now, and I can't risk my life flying back home, leaving the sick man alone by himself. No, I can't do that. . .not when I had decided last evening to take care of him. . .and let him my needs and emotions. Kiki would laugh at me and ask if I had hit my head somewhere to give a stranger that much power to decide things for me. I have my answer ready, and I know she will understand my point that the man isn't someone I would ever meet again; a perfect candidate for a one-night stand who would judge me and help me to erase memories of Blake that kept me awake at night still.

After telling the bird what she needs to tell Sidwaz about our warriors on the border to prevent the possible attacks, and just when I am about to fly down towards the entrance, Diane says, "The Monarch and the elders have sentenced Luciana to life imprisonment. Merci climbed the twelve feet tall refrigerator and fell on his back last night." My breath takes a halt before I know that. Turning around, I look at her blankly and hope it is my ears playing tricks- and I do not hear anything about my brother from her mouth.

"We know you are not Luciana." She doesn't deny it or even looks scared of the threat to her life my eyes are holding. Her pale yellow irises move, and she tilts her head towards the building, "You wouldn't have helped that stranger if you were that cruel,"

My blood boils at her response. But my worry for Merci..."What were the omegas doing then?" I grit out. "Sleeping?"

I trusted them, have always had faith in them more than they have their Lunas, and I didn't even take action when they celebrated Merci's birthday when I told them like hundred times that there was no need for that. But now, I regret the day I left my brother in their hands, believing they would take care of him with their other orphan children. How many people know that Merci isn't dead but growing up in the shadow? What if I fail to protect him while thinking about the safety of my army and their families?

"They were there when he walked in like he owned that place and climbed to the freezer to get ice cream for his friends. For the orphans." Diane says softly, now looking at me in caution. "Every kid does that. It's normal. Natural bonding. And no, he isn't hurt."

I wish I could shift now, but the power of the protection spell will burn my human skin. Without my blades with me. I hate to walk around with swords everywhere. So, I close my eyes and focus on my breath. Breathe in deeply. And. Breathe out slowly. To calm my nerves, I have to repeat this process. . .if only it is that easy. . .if only the matter didn't have anything to do with my brother's life.

"I am not worried about that kid. He means nothing to me." It sounds better. That way, I can make myself unpredictable. They need to believe I hate my brother, which means I don't have a weakness. Looking at her sharply, I spat with a smirk, "The only thing matters to me is money. And you know how people die to adopt a kid like him. With a high price, you know. I can't sell him off to just anyone." She gasps and looks visibly shaken, and this has me continue, looking as unforgiving as ever, "I hate this when one forgets his responsibility. They will get their arse fired if they go on like this. Better if I replace them and send them to the warrior's quarter. Hmm? What do you say?" I give her a hint, and I know she gets me, "Getting someone very comfortable with their job will be the last thing I want. Besides, you know how much I care about my warriors. They have been away for months from their families. Won't that be great if I send them to the border as special nurses who would. . .you know what I mean."

It sounds. . .awful. I am proving myself as a despicable woman, but those who know me know better than anyone that I would kill if I had to but won't allow anyone, not even my level one warriors, to disrespect women or force themselves on the omegas just because they are some low ranked wolves. I am a f*****g eagle. I would have my eyes on them---even when the omegas would be there serving the warriors only as their nurses and couldn't contact their families and children they love dearly from their hearts.

"It was the first time he climbed fearlessly, your Grace. I thought you would be happy to know that." Her brimming eyes and the way her head sinks clenches my heart. Diane loves the omegas like her friends. I know she won't stop cussing me in her head for being so mean to everyone who wants good for me, too. "Just like you take our safety as your responsibility, we take Merci's safety as ours. We, as his guardians, would never let anything happen to him or any children in the children's home." Then she raises her head and looks at me with defiance. "I will see how you send the omegas away. Kikira. . .she won't let you do anything like that."

With that saying, she flies away, and my slacked jaw is on the ground. I can't help but sneer. "Do you have a death wish, insolent bird?" The bird has the nerve to curse me on my face! What can I expect to hear, anyway? She is my kind and will talk her mind.

Not conceited one and one of the reasons I let Diane go unharmed. Besides, she and her folks will be there to keep an eye on Merci, so I can have all time now to take care of the man inside and watch how strategically the two creatures would be fighting today. Their flaws might come in some uses, too, and if one of them comes to my coven, I could refuse my cooperation downright.

Sighing softly, I fly down and shift into my human form, in my birthday suit, as soon as my feet touch the ground.

The man is still sleeping soundly in that room. His temperature is usual now, like every healthy werewolf, but he does look weak and vulnerable to me. Last night, we didn't do much after him trapping me underneath him, but I had to use my body heat to keep him warm and take his arms to my lady parts, much to my embarrassment. That was what he did when he couldn't sleep the whole night due to coughing and sneezing. I don't get why I am worried about his health when all he likes is to dominate me. Make me feel small. But in a sinful way, which is a relief. I should go back before he wakes and starts throwing tantrums at me, bossing me around like he did all night to prove his point that no one messes with Abel The Earl, but I needed to talk with the bird.

Bending down, I reach for the cupboard to pick that from the ground and walk inside the factory after shutting the door with a kick.

Abel is still asleep, so I pick up my towel to take a quick shower.

My assumption turns out right when I say that one of the species has set their camp here earlier. It has to be the dark hunters as per what the man hinted at last night and them to protect his people. . .makes it obvious he wouldn't believe in me no matter what I say about Reynard, Commander of the Dark Hunters. That reminds me of if Blake and Reynard are allies now.

My hand halt in mid-air as the realization strikes in.

Of course, they would be, or else Reynard would have kept to his words. Was it Blake who put his objection back then when Sidwaz and I reached to the Dark Hunter's Emperor, desperately wanting them as our alliances?

After the shower, I come out with my expression gloomy.

Soon as my gaze lands on the nobleman, I stop walking.

The monster in my head whispers, 'Kill him.'

So loud. So f*****g strong.

I get the urge in me, and my knife appears in my hand slowly, but. . .what will I get in killing him? My heart asks me. A very reasonable question that shushes the beast temporarily. If we kill him just because---what? Him being friends with Blake and Reynard? We have frauds, too, with the vampires. Why didn't I consider that when I risked our lives to save this Earl last evening?

Leaning my head to the wall on my side, I stare at Abel's sleeping form on the floor.

He moves too much in sleep. It can be because he isn't comfortable with my mat or is not used to sleeping on the floor. He can't be cold now...has no chance of that with all the duvets and towels on him.

My throat feels constricted when my gaze lands on his chest. Last night, I wanted to feel his skin against mine. Even now, the thought hardens my n*****s beneath my towel. I did have that chance to take him inside me, but I didn't want him to get hurt.

My knife disappears from my hand just like it appears in my hand, burning in flame.

And this states everything, the reason I want to see him breathing. I don't kill who I save, even if he is friends with my enemy.

A smirk appears on my face. Straightening up, I take my steps towards Abel and squat down to push the cover away from his chest. He is naked. Completely. The sight of his naked body can drive a sane person to her insanity, and I am just a woman who hasn't had s*x for nearly a decade. His d**k looks partly erect, making me wonder if he is thinking about me in his dream. That's possible as he was hungry for me last night. I shift my gaze to his stomach and then to his shoulder, where he got shots with tranqs. The wounds on his neck and face have healed already, but the bullet wounds would take some time to heal, and the same goes for his fever.

I raise my hand to touch his forehead, thinking of checking on his temperature, then a gasp escapes from my lips when his callous hand seizes me by my elbow. My eyes move, and I see him staring at me with blurry and half-closed eyes. "Why are you up so early?" A vague smile plays in the corner of his lips, which takes me off guard. He pulls me to him, demanding, "Sleep with me."

The tantrum king is back. I scoff at that thought. Glaring at him, I ask, "Do you have any idea what time it is?" I think about the parcel I have placed on a chair outside to dry the vegetables, fruits, and packet of food Kikira sent for me, suddenly I feel hungry. When I am about to tell Abel to freshen up fast, so I can prepare breakfast, the next thing he says leaves me completely speechless.

"We are on our vacation, mate." My heart feels in my mouth when he calls me that. The man doesn't know what he says but goes on, "Why should we care about the time when we can do other important stuff like you riding my c**k or me having my morning dessert from- " He says groggily, eyes holding sin when he says suggestively with his other hand reaching to my heated core, " -here."

I look baffled. Having nothing to say or how to reach when Abel calls me his mate, my hand reaches for his forehead, and I swallow a wince, feeling as though my skin burns in his temperature. But his temperature seems normal to me when Diane wakes me up. He looked normal- when he was in my arms with his face pressing between my breasts. Then? What the heck should I do now? I don't have enough leaves with me either. Thinking about that, I attempt to stand up to fly in that place quickly, but Abel's hold stops me.

"Sit on my face, mate." I choke in my spit. Almost. His desperate hand tugs down my towel to grab my left breast and teases my n****e with his thumb before pinching that hard. I moan out loud in pleasurable pain and hear his order, "I need my morning dessert now."

No, he can't! It's wrong. He is hallucinating his mate in me. I struggle hard to pull away from him, but my effort goes in vain because my traitorous body has a mind of its own. "I am not your ma--- " I try to tell him, but he doesn't wait for me to finish my sentence.

"Come on now, mate. I have waited for you soooo long." He watches me with a smile and so many emotions in his eyes that make me feel numb. Helpless and defeated. "Besides, it's my birthday today. Do you have the heart to say no to me?"

No, please. Don't do this to me. I scream in my head and feel tears start gathering in my eyes slowly. In desperation, I shake my head at him and hope he will come to his senses, even when I know he won't. I want to pull away now. I don't want to hear what he has in his heart and how the death of his mate left a deep scar, but I don't want to be the one to pull him out of his misery. Not now. Not when he isn't in his senses. And if I hear him now, I may lose control. My body won't be the one to blame anymore but me.

"You have no idea how lonely I felt without you, mate." Then he pulls me down, and my neck brushes his nose. He takes a deep audible whiff with his eyes open still. "I looked for you everywhere. . .wished that everything was just a cruel joke that that old witch plotted to separate us, but I--- " His body heat burns my skin. I close my eyes and hold my breath, not wanting to breathe in his scent.

I don't want to hear him, but he starts again, "I failed you. I broke your father's promise and crushed your sister's hope. She is so little, mate. Remind me of you when the first time we met." He licks my neck. I clench my hand to stay unaffected, but he then starts nibbling my skin. . .gazes his teeth where a wolf marks his mate. His grip on my elbow tightens. "She missed you, too. So much that she never admits it to me. Even she knows how much you hurt me, but you..., " With his teeth leaving wet kisses on my neck to my shoulder, he squeezes my breast so hard that I can't help but gasp out, and his smell invades my nostrils. I could do nothing but breathe in him greedily, and my lower belly heats up in burning needs. "What took you so long? Why did you have to be so late?"

I uncurl my fist and place my palm on his heart.

A tear rolls down my cheek, and I lean on his chest, whispering, "I am so sorry, honey."

"She is growing up fast. She even found a wolf for her mate, who I can't stand." He rasps heavily. "It doesn't matter what a good warrior he is, but you won't like the name he got from his academy. A jock. Notorious playboy. Arrogant prince. And whatnot. Why?" He complains, sounding like he is genuinely pissed at his mate's sister for choosing someone who doesn't deserve her.

It makes me feel terrible. He is raising someone who is no one to him, but I don't care about my little brother the way I should.

"I thought I had raised her for better than that? I heard that boy's grandfather is a wizard." His voice holds anger, causing me to hiss when he twists my n****e painfully, taking it between his fore and middle finger as if he wants to pull it off. I shudder when he lets out a terrifying growl, his teeth sink into my skin, and I hear him, "Brujos. And I f*****g hate that kind. So much that. .."

"I am sorry, please." I sob and start planting kisses on his chest as I trail them up to his throat and hear him hiss in pleasure as I run my tongue on his neck and suck his skin, murmuring in pain, "Please. Forgive me, honey. I am sorry for what I did to you."

"You should be," I scream when he holds me by my neck and slams his lips against mine. My eyes widen, and my heart drops in the pit of my stomach when I can't help myself from opening my mouth wide for him. The ferociousness in Abel's kiss makes it clear that I am in deep trouble now. That realization causes my toes curls in fear. His tongue tangles with mine, sucking me so hard and with an urgency that I become breathless, and my hands hold his shoulders for support, and my tears don't stop leaving my eyes for my helplessness and the sickening need for him to use me as he pleases. Just why. Why am I failing in resisting this man?

My neck aches when he lets go. He locks his gaze with mine for a while with adoration in his eyes but says nothing.

He then lifts his thumb as he brushes the wetness from my cheeks, "On my face. Now." However, he doesn't wait for me to comply. He grabs me by my thighs and pulls me to straddle his face, making me cry in shame, and the color of my cheeks turns crimson.

I clench my eyes shut, feel like taking advantage of him in this state, but I. . .want this. If being that certain someone, then be it. I can't say no to him because I don't want to. His breath on my folds makes me moan. I squirm when his tongue licks my clit, and he growls out loudly in satisfaction, gripping my thighs tight to keep me fixed in my spot, "You taste so delicious, so f*****g mine."

He rasps out, and my hands find his hair as I grip them when I feel his teeth nipping me, sucking me, and digging his tongue inside me deeper as he strokes in patterns like he is taking his ownership or something very dreading. So intoxicating and very much intense. "Y-yes, honey." He takes me so hard that I scream at the top of my lungs with my parted mouth and chin tipped up. I start grinding on his face and feel my juices dripping more from my cunt. "I'm all yours." I breathe out, "Take me. Take what is yours."

"You better remember that." He chuckles roughly. "Or I will have to tie your up on my bed and f**k you till we make a baby---days long. With my d**k, of course." I don't know what he says. The sinful things he is doing down there nonstop make me feel so good that I no longer care. He can do whatever he wants until the effect of the spell breaks. "It's for Keva, you believe me. To stop her from hanging out with that guy, we need to keep her busy with babysitting our child." His breath tickles in my core, and I giggle at it and moan, which he takes as if I am about to come into his mouth, and he isn't wrong, though. "And you are not coming now."

"I can't, please," I whine in desperation. Throwing my head behind, I whimper for his sweet torture in me, "Oh, Lord!"

"Abel, it is. Why do you forget my name every time?" My thighs tremble when he scolds me, making a very wet slurping noise as he hungrily drinks me up, "I don't want you to scream your Lord when it is my goddamn tongue on your service."

Our morning spends like that, him feeding on me and me kneeling to take deep in my throat. I feel crazy about the way I behave. The way I respond to his touch feels unreal to me still. For once, I thought I might feel disgusted with myself when the spell would break between us, but that didn't happen. I still lay on top of him, clinging to him like a second skin, like I want him to keep me like that with his arms around my waist and lips pressed on my forehead. But I need to wake up. . .pull my s**t together before it breaks me.

His temperature falls to normal again. He sweats a lot during our intimacy. It doesn't make me cringe when I brush my skin against his sweaty body and feed him milk and frozen pancakes after heating them with my sword. He doesn't want me to go anywhere, so I stay in his arms. It breaks my heart a thousand times when he says in his sleep, "You won't leave me again, right, mate?"

I could only cry and let my tears wet his hair. The more he mumbles something incoherent, the harder it becomes for me to let go. I pull him to my chest and sob, not knowing why I feel so guilty for doing this. I do not mean to take advantage of him or play with his emotions when he is so heartbroken and looks too much in love with his mate who doesn't exist anymore. Then. . .he will hate me. When he wakes up, he won't hesitate to say those words I don't want to hear anymore. I can't bear them. Blake broke me beyond long ago. He made me feel so awful that I wanted to kill myself then. I was innocent. . .did not know he had a mate, but I got names. But that doesn't matter anymore. What matters to me more is this man's health. I need to find a way to cure him and then disappear from his life like I never existed, and I would be just a beautiful nightmare he would soon forget as if I'd never happened before.

"I wish. . .You were mine, Abel." A lone tear escapes my eyes and falls on his forehead. His body flinches in my arms, but he doesn't wake up. I wipe that off his face and plant a kiss on the tip of his nose. "Then I would have had a chance to take you with me?"

I sound so pathetic, but I say what I have in my heart. I was supposed to watch the wat going on outside, but I feel this man needs me. . .I needed him more. The love he has for his mate makes me envious. I wish I had someone to love me like that, even when I know I can never fall in love again. I can't afford to get hurt once again. But this man makes me emotional. And he is not good for my health. Stifling my tears, I smile at him through my tears and tell him genuinely, "I hope you will move on one day."

His temperature drops. . .by the evening.

I feed him his lunch on Light food and wipe his body with a wet towel before flying to that nearby lake to get some of those leaves to make herbal water for him. The heavy storm leaves me drenched, but it doesn't stop those two deadly creatures and their war.

Not wanting to wake Abel up from sleep, I find another office on the floor above and light one candle I bring along with my towel and clothes. I notice a giant mahogany desk on the left side of the room with a folded map and some other stuff scattered around on the floor. I do not mind checking them before heading to the washroom. The water supply here doesn't surprise me again, and I come out after my shower with a towel wrapped around my chest. The sooner I leave, the better to avoid interaction with the Earl.

I think about it, and I reach for the duffle I have placed on the table to grab my clothes to put on before heading out of this room.

Loosen the knot when I am about to bend down, a pair of callous hands grasp my waist, and my whole body shudders when he says in a soft yet warning tone after jerking my bare back into his muscular and warm chest, "I thought you left."

The guilt in me clenches my heart. My voice weavers when I beg him, "P..., please leave,"

"I can't," He whispers breathily, leaving me to shudder when an unknown dread creeps into my heart as he spins me around.

Biting my trembling lips, I look up, and our eyes lock instantly.

We aren't even standing close, but I can feel the scorching heat emanating from his body.

"You will hate me if I stay here any longer," My throat feels constricted, yet I tell him, "I am sorry, but I need to leave."

His eyes hold pain and. . .desire. "I am sorry for being mean to you, but- " His gaze flicker with something as his gaze travels from my eyes to my lips. "I can't help but want you more now, bruja."