Feral Hearts

Chapter 5

Lukas’s fangs sliced into the supple female flesh beneath his lips she cried softly into his ear, her body arching forwards to press against the full length of his. He flexed his fingers against her curves and drew her closer still. He closed his eyes and breathed in deep, silencing the buzzing in his mind as the warmth of her chased the cold way.

His wolf is surprisingly calm after having the taste of blood.

He pulled his fangs free, wrapped his mouth around the twin puncture marks and drew slowly on her blood.

His eyebrows pinched in a frown.

Not the sweet taste of nectar she had promised, but the bitter taste of her blood coated his tongue.

He swallowed it with a grimace and resisted the urge to snarl against her throat, focused instead in satisfying his bloodlust. The buzzing in his skull grew stronger, destroying the brief moment of calm, as his wolf started to fight for dominance.

Damn!

Not the female in his arms, but the one who had managed to escape from his grasp making him face this suffering again.

A snarl curled up his throat and he sank his fangs back into the female, he felt her tense and heard her gasp, but he didn’t notice either as he gave his voyeur the same show as always, a vision of fury and hatred.

Lukas tore his teeth from the willing female’s neck and shoved her back. She staggered but still moaned for she is too high from his bite to care how he treated her.

She is naked below him, exposing her breasts and her flesh. She whimpered as he palmed her full breasts and he smiled slowly as the buzzing in his mind, and the howl of his wolf, grew stronger.

Scarlet spilled down on his female and the multiple wounds on her throat makes his wolf growl so he swooped on that trail of blood, lapping it up and following the lines back to the puncture marks. She moaned sweetly, writhed and rocked in his arms, and he clutched her to him, planted both hands on her bare backside and dug his claws into her peachy globes.

He licked the wounds, each sweep harder than the last, and then let out a feral snarl as he sank his fangs back into her. She jerked against him, her keening cry echoing around the sparsely furnished room. Ecstasy, he could feel it in her.

But he couldn’t find it for himself.

He pulled his fangs free and bit down again, and again, and each time the female shuddered and cried in pleasure, then suddenly she began to sob as she wriggled in his arms the scent of arousal permeating the air. The rougher he was with her, the more she got off on it.

He tore into the female’s neck, rending deep puncture wounds that spilled blood like a waterfall down to her bare breast, the warm liquid soaking and sticking to his chest. His heart thumped in a painful rhythm against his ribs, blood pumping hard and thirst at the helm as he drank from the female.

Hell, he wanted her.

She squirmed against him, moaning in sweet supplication, rubbing her bare curves against his body.

He wanted to f**k her.

But it wasn’t going to happen though, and that knowledge only made him rougher with her as the buzzing in his mind mocked him, a constant reminder that he hadn’t been able to get hard for a female for almost a century now, all because of his mate.

Raw anger surged through him and he drank deeper courted the darkness in the hope it might take him away from this room.

But his bloodlust was an uncooperative bastard, seemingly determined to see him suffer in other ways tonight, refusing to come to his aid when he needed it most, needed to drown in oblivion and forget everything.

Images of his mate filled his mind and his body instantly responded, his c**k twitching in his trouser and beginning to stir, he groaned, slowed his drinking and rubbed against the female, making her aware of his hardening shaft.

She moaned low in her throat and dropped her hand to the front of his trousers, palmed him and made him hard still.

He lifted his head from the female’s neck and kissed up it to her jaw and heading for her mouth. She rubbed him harder, sending shivers tripping through him, and he seized her lips in a hard kiss, determined not to squander this rare chance.

Her fingers tugged at his fly and he willed her on, wanted to feel her hot hand on his flesh, needed to finally find release with a female. It was going better than usual. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been hard for a female.

Her hand found his shaft.

“Take me King Lukas,” she whispered

Hearing her voice, he instantly deflated, his c**k going limp and useless in her hand. He shoved her off him on a snarl and tucked himself away as he glared at her.

“You were told not to speak,” he growled and advanced on her, and she backed towards the dark wooden door of the room.

He scooped up her red dress and threw it at her as her back hit the deep green wall near the door. She hastily caught and covered herself, her hands shaking as she fumbled with the material, her dark eyes enormous and flooded with fear.

Lukas stalked toward her, wrestling with his wolf as it fought him for control, demanded he deal with the female. She would speak, she would tell others in town what had happened here, and he would be humiliated all over again.

She turned to her right, hand stretching for the gold knob on the door.

He kicked off and had her throat clutched in his right hand before she could reach it. Her back slammed against the green wall and he loomed over her, aware that his eyes had changed as the room brightened.

She stared up into them, panting hard, her face paling and tears filling her eyes.

“I told you not to utter a word,” he snarled again and leaned closer, made sure she got a good look at his fangs and his crimson eyes.

And as much as he wanted to kill her, she would be missed by the local bordello, and the trail would lead back to him. He hadn’t worked hard to secure his position of respect in the kingdom only to ruin it because of one female w***e who didn’t know her place.

“I-I’m sorry my King,” she choked out and lowered her gaze to his chest. “I forgot it… I-I won’t do it again, it won’t happen again.”

He eased the pressure on her throat and stepped back, drew down deep breath to calm his wolf and then leaned to his left, twisted the doorknob and opened it for her.

“Never return and I expect your mouth shut or never tell a soul about what happened here.”

She pushed away from the wall, her mouth opening then closing and he knew he had frightened her.

She lowered her head nodded and then hurried away from him.

Lukas stood there in the open door, fighting the rising silence in the room, the quiet that he despised almost as much as the mate in his head, because it was in the times of solitude and the silence that his mate had the strongest hold over him.

He slammed the door behind him with enough force that one of the oil paintings on the plum wall of the corridor crashed to the dark wooden floor. He stormed along the hallway, heading away from his room and back to his library on the other side of the kingdom.

The buzzing in his mind lingered and he struggled against it, tried to tame his wolf. Thirst for blood chafed at him, his pulse pounding with them, urging him into finding another woman in some dumb hope that this time he would be able to slake both of his thirsts.

He took the steps on the curving white marble staircase in the black walled grand entrance hall two at a time, ignoring the two men that he passed as they saluted him by pressing their left hands to the breasts of their black knee-length jackets and lowered their heads.

His boots were loud on the wooden floor of the first level, and then the next curving staircase that led up to the second, where his library was located. He banked left and the cream corridor passed in a blur as he lost himself to thought, nursing the anger that thundered in his blood.

He shoved the wooden door at the end of the corridor open, stepped into his office and slammed it behind him. He pressed his back to it and exhaled slowly as he stared at his elegant red-walled office.

Calm flowed over him as he rested against the door, his heart rate finally slowing to a more leisurely and normal rhythm.

He pushed away from the door, feeling that calm collecting inside him, growing stronger as he meandered around his office.

His pale blue eyes skimmed across the sash windows beside the unlit fire whenever he turned, alternating between the two that flanked the fireplace. The view beyond the panels of the glass was somber and the dark reflecting in the mood.

Hell.

He had never felt the true effect of the dark realm before his mate arrives in his kingdom.

He had fought for dominance; he had attained the throne through blood and broken bones, and a little deception to glorify in war, solidifying his reputation and that of the corps under his command.

Not until his wolf longed for his other half.

I hate it, but I don’t have choice so I need to chase him. I don’t care if he is a man or if he can’t bore me an heir. The important thing for me now, is my wolf satisfaction.

I need to have him.

I need to own my mate.

He snarled and stalked across the room, shoving his fingers through the longer lengths of his short dark brown hair and pulling it back until his scalp stung.

He had to free himself somehow.

A mirthless laugh escaped his lips.

How?

He had tried everything imaginable to achieve that freedom he desired. He had even left fresh from a war.

No one he spoke with, no amount of research he did produced the cure he needed.

His heart hammered against his chest and he growled under his breath as he took agitated strides across his room. There had to be a way to cure his wolf but everyone says only one thing and that’s his mate.

The buzzing in his mind grew stronger.

Bitch.

He pivoted on his heel and his guard slipped and an image of his mate fluttered into his head.

His body grew instantly hard.

Lukas threw his head back and roared at the ceiling, darkness swelling through him like an oily tide, fed by the sudden surge of anger that filled his blood.

He harnessed the darkness, used it as he always did to give him strength, and erased the images.

The moment it’s done, he felt the buzzing disappears and his wolf settle. His right hand dropped and he groaned as he palmed his hard length through his trousers. Hot pleasure shot through his veins like the sweetest drug and he drowned in it, ignoring the shame that lurked in a dark corner of his mind as he undid his fly and stroked his self.

He hated thinking about his mate, about how beautiful he was, ethereal and breathtaking, but images of him filled his mind, remembering the moments of bliss when he stared at his mate’s innocent eyes.

He grunted as he grew harder, signaling an impending release.

Lukas tore his hand away and roared again.

He shoved his c**k back into his trousers and paced harder, cursing his mate a thousand times over in his mind.

Cursing him for running away,

The shame he constantly fought to hold back flooded him. Not only shame that he was reduced to touching himself to get any shred of pleasure and release, but the shame of being stripped of his strength and weakened by something that had happened close to a century ago.

He was a warrior, tested in battle and undefeated.

Yet his mate defeated him.

He wouldn’t give up though. He hadn’t lived for millennia working his fingers to the bone to elevate himself to his current position in order for it to end here, now. There was so much more for him to do.

He stopped behind the black leather couch.

But it felt as if a clock was ticking as his heart slowly beat, a steady thump that sounded like a marching drum leading him towards his doom.

He raised his hands before him, turning them palms upwards, and stared at them, gritting his teeth and causing his fangs to cut into his gums as the tingling in his hands grew fiercer. He shook his head, silently pleading them not to do it, not when he had convinced himself not to do it.

He curled his fingers into fists and snarled a vicious curse as they became solid again, damning the male who had done this to him, the mate who crushed his dominance.

Yet tomorrow he’ll start the chase.

I’ll definitely have him by hook or by crook.