Chapter 395: Avarice
For so reason, I was more occupied in my head than the papers on my desk waiting for . Each ti I picked up my pen to sign so docunts my mind kept drifting to Singe words.
I have never thought about what it feels like to have a female, to have soone bear your mark. Werelions although territorial we cherish females born with our mark like nature itself, it was considered a blessing and fate. And also an old aning that the gods haven’t abandoned us.
Maybe the gods abandon ... I have passed the age to find my female and it ans no one was ever born with my mark, I have never put much thought into it until now, and it kept
craving for sothing at the back of my head, to have soone, to possess, soone made for you and no one else.
It’s a crazy thought if you ask
because I don’t ever see myself getting consud by a female or affections... My mind is a dark space and my constant bloodlust is a far cry from ever wanting normal. My father didn’t just rewrite my DNA with his tricks, he changed
and I beca soone, soone entirely different. The past five years have been a battle with my inner desires. A typical rogue has a certain range of bloodlust and a less human side.
I have seen Singe eat uncooked at many tis without bothering to boil the damn thing, even though he knew that shouldn’t be the right act, it’s like a call to nature to him, to sync with that animalistic part of him, what he once was... roaming the wild without a touch of humanity. That was a normal Rogue... but ? My cravings are far too dangerous.
My bloodlust is unhinged.
My aura is suffocating and deadly if I let it out too much.
My sexual desires are an abominable tornt that not even having countless She-lions can quench.
And my instincts are far too animalistic than normal.
My hunger is insatiable.
I have lived with this new side of
for five years and it has beco a second skin, my tornt, and every extension of a project. But I never thought about what it ant to have a female.... Soone who would accept what you’re and not use you as a ans of greed or power, just a natural instinct to care for soone without wanting anything in return. To have soone bear your soul, and spend forever with them.
Love is a weakness and a sickness that gets under your skin even if you don’t want it to... my walls are high to the point I no longer see the light. Nothing appeals to
without being insatiable and I trigger it to hunt. Yet why do I picture green eyes?
I leaned against my chair and stared at the white ceiling, even when I closed my eyes I saw them, taunting
and pulling
like a spell. I knew very well who those green eyes belonged to and I refused to be sunk in because when that happens, I will snap and do sothing irresponsible of an alpha.
I have control... but I feel like a teenage boy who doesn’t know what it ans to have one.
Is she using so sort of magic on ? To break into my head and invade
with that fucking gorgeous eyes of hers? I doubt that because my bite will stop any strong magic. Then am I the one getting jinx myself? I want to laugh because I feel crazy.
Vampires are nothing but bloodsuckers, cunning, wicked, and egoistic bastards, especially Luther Zalatoris, and yet this girl is far from what she should be, she’s more human than a vampire, I have never even seen her fucking fangs.
Does she even have them?
The re thought of fangs dropping down on her plump pink lips gets my cock suffocating in my pants. I’m having a painful hard-on picturing her with fangs.
I’m losing my goddamn mind.
And yet the picture is enough to make
explode, I didn’t even realize I had already ddled with my belt and unzipped my pants.
Don’t do it.
A voice at the back of my head, maybe my pride telling
not to go down on myself picturing a vampire I despise. I tried to think of Isabella instead, she’s my soon-to-be fiancee, after all, and having her in my dirty thoughts isn’t guilt pleasure.
But my cock got soft, nothing... absolutely nothing was appealing thinking about Isabella, but the mont I closed my eyes and green eyes haunted , I’m rock hard again.
"Fuck!"
My hand went up and down my hard shaft, the pressure sending shivers down my body, and the blood rising to my cock painful until I felt like I would detonate.
What is it about her?
The mont I set my eyes on her... stepping out of the darkness and her full attention on the moonlight as it shone on her skin, she looked like a goddamn angel ready for judgnt, her silky short nightwear stopping at her thighs, her slender legs, her nipples peeking, round, and firm, it made
wonder how it would feel to wrap my hands around them, bite and suck.
I stroked my cock harder as bliss took , grunts leaking from
as I stroked my shaft.
All these ntal images about her increased whatever took hold of . I’m losing my fucking mind! And that very minute I let it in, I let myself get drunk in her eyes, imagining myself stroking her soft skin and doing sothing sinfully forbidden... sliding my cock into her drenched pussy.
"Fuuuck!" I ca hard, harder than I ever had, catching my cum with my hands and plunging down on my seat trying to settle my breathing, the euphoria sliding off and the realization striking .
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I’m fucking losing my mind.
It doesn’t matter how many tis I said it... I know I’m screwed... because this image doesn’t do
justice.
And I’m hard again.
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