I think my knees weakened and my legs gave way at that very moment he spoke but he caught me before I fell. His hands slide down my back like a snake as he catches my waist and brings me closer to his rock hard chest.
I feel my breath hitch at the thought that my breasts were practically pressing against him now. Warmth pooled between my thighs and yes, I was still scared of him but strangely, not that much.
"Cyrus..." I don't intend to but his name sounded like a whisper as it left my lips smoothly and he smiled. The kind of smile I have never seen on him. Not that I have seen him smile often but this one gave me butterflies in my tummy.
"When you utter my name like that Elora, it makes me think of such sinful things I could do to you." he rubbed his thumb against my bottom lip and I gulped.
My disgusting mind quickly forms vivid erotic images of me and him... doing sinful things... on a bed. I blinked to stop my mind from going wilder than it had already gone.
Why was I feeling this way? So drawn to him, so captivated by every expression that passes his face even when he has proven so many times how dangerous he could be?
It all started the first time I met his eyes in that darkened room at the top floor of the tavern.
And now, I can't stop or control it. Whatever this was. But maybe I could run away before it fully consumes me.
I tap on his arm once and he releases me from his hold. The blood stains on his clothes didn't escape my eyes but surprisingly, his hands were super clean. How?
"I'm not going to ask why you killed them." I say and he narrows his eyes at me.
"I thought it was obvious enough."
Maybe it was but I don't want to think about it that way. He saved me today once again and I was secretly grateful but I can't let him know that. He will be cunning enough to successfully use that to take advantage of me.
I know if he hadn't interfered, I might have been gone without a trace. But I also know whatever those two would've done to me was just being delayed.
There will be a time when it would happen and no one can stop it.
"Why were you around a place like this?" I stared around as if I hadn't been secretly expecting him all the while I walked through the street alone.
"We had a deal didn't we?"
"I don't remember making a deal with you."
His lips pull up into a smirk. "Are you sure you want to go down memory lane, Elora?"
"I'm not going to your place." My voice is not more than a whisper. "I didn't agree to it."
"When did I say you have a choice?" He grabs my jaw, slowly covering the distance between us. "I don't make empty threats, Princess. You know what will happen if you remain stubborn."
"What will happen? You'll kill me, Andrew? Or maybe both of us?"
"Since I cannot bear to hurt you, Andrew will pay the price." he grins and I feel my insides flaring up.
He cannot bear to hurt me? Ridiculous.
A carriage stopped at the side of the road just then with Ardolf as the rider. I feel the Devil's gaze on me then I hear his light footsteps as he starts to approach the carriage.
"It's your choice to come with me... or not." he made it seem like he wasn't forcing me.
I raised my head to see the amusement in his eyes before he turned around.
He was daring me to dare him.
He was daring me to not go with him and see what would happen with my own eyes and, s**t! It was working.
In as much as I would like to remain stubborn and refuse to go anywhere with him, I also knew the consequences that came with it. He wasn't joking when he threatened to hurt Andrew.
My legs stood rooted to the ground as I watched him enter the carriage, he took one last glance at me before his guard closed the door.
I swallowed hard, as if I was trying to gulp down all of my pride as I forced my legs to move, digging my fingers inside my palm and drawing blood.
The guard opened the door of the carriage and I stepped inside, making sure to sit far away from him.
"It wasn't that hard now, was it?"
'F-uck you!' I cursed internally then I smiled a fake smile when I looked at him.
When a guy invites a girl to his place, it's only obvious what his intentions are. If not to get her laid, there's no other reason.
If this man thinks I'm so easy, then maybe I should show him the crazy version of myself.
.......
Cyrus's Pov.
That fateful night weeks ago, I was just going to grill him until I heard the answer I craved but I noticed someone watching us from the dark.
I mindlinked Ardolf to act like he was going to kill the boy and there, she came running inside like a lamb running to its death.
When she managed to successfully hit Ardolf was when my intrigue heightened but I was never prepared for what happened next.
For when our eyes met, my wolf had become so excited like it had met its other half and then the word slipped past him.
Mate.
She was my mate. After a long time of thinking I didn't have one and accepting that fate.
It all began there.
I couldn't stop thinking about her bright eyes. How it shined even in the dark or her red pouty lips, how it begged me for a kiss or her neck that felt so soft and fragile, it made me want to test how much force it would require to break it.
She plagued my mind every single day that passed until I couldn't take it anymore.
I waited outside her house. Saw her wake up, take her bath, and follow some woman. I let myself feast on her, watched and followed her all day. It was surprising that she even noticed.
No one has been able to detect my movements but her. She knew I was following her, tried to catch me sometimes. It felt like a game. She was intriguing so I played along with her until a worthless scumbag decided to seek death by daring to lay his hands on her.
I let Ardolf deal with him and she finally finds me with her eyes before she runs.
That's right my little lamb. Run.
Now, I watch her get inside my carriage hesitantly, with specks of anger in her eyes as she sat far away from me.
"That wasn't so hard now was it?"
She smiled. A kind of smile that made me wonder if I should be scared now.
What was my princess plotting behind that smile? I was more than curious to find out.