(Amaia)
His scream seems to have reached inside my ribcage and torn out my heart. Dropping the broom I rush back towards his cell and find him doubled over in pain. The screams escape him. Nonstop.
"Rigel!" I cry out, my hands instantly reaching for him. Grabbing his waist, I pull him into myself, embracing him.
He cos so willingly, his arms coiling around my body and holding on to for dear life.
He buries his face into my chest for comfort and I find his whole body shaking and spasming.
He is in pain, so much pain and it pisses off.
Once I find the person who has cursed him and made him this vulnerable, it’s not going to end well.
My hand instantly moves as I slowly and gently rub his back and arm.
"It’s going to be fine. I am here," I emphatically say. His eyes remain closed while his head keeps leaning on , sideways.
Slowly, he begins to calm down, and I just hold onto him. I press my lips on his temple, and his tensed body instantly relaxes.
"I am here. I am here," I repeat again and again until he is completely calm in my hold.
Slowly he lifts his head and opens his magical eyes. Watching with such raw emotions, that my beating organ imnsely hurts.
His right hand lifts, the bloody chains rattling as they curve around my neck. Not squeezing just holding. The shadows on his neck shift to his face, darkening it.
That’s how vampires feel others, from their necks, placing their thumbs on the pulse.
"Can I kiss you, Amaia?" He asks, his voice laden with pure agony. I can’t even imagine the angst he is experiencing.
Slowly, I nod.
"I just want this pain to subside for a while." The distress in his voice makes my chest feel heavy. My throat clogs up.
How can soone be so cruel as to put a person through so much misery?
His thumb shifts, and in slow movents, the tip of it rubs along my lower lip. His breaths co out ragged and I know he feels for what I feel for my other three mates.
My scent must be driving him crazy, especially my blood which is like an elixir for him.
"Your lips are so tender like the petals of flowers." His eyes glow like two rubies as he presses my lip down and parts my mouth. His fingers maintain a grip on my neck, but it never hurts, only pleases as he squeezes the pressure points. He knows what he is doing like soone else has taught him.
The sharp nail of his thumb presses into the soft flesh just between the juncture of my lip and inside of my mouth, puncturing it.
A tease of pain hits but the adrenaline coursing through my body prevents from registering much.
A slow moan, along with a tickle of blood, erupts from my mouth, only to be devoured inside Rigel’s. His soft and cold lips completely cover mine.
My body jerks from the feeling as he ravages and savours at the sa ti.
The lust and greed inside of him are bombarded by the newfound mate bond, and I know both contradictory feelings have him stumped.
He pulls, making our bodies crash against each other while he drinks and devours , simultaneously. My body slams against the cold wall and my breath is almost knocked out.
My hands slip into his gorgeous hair, my fingers clutch the silky tendrils as I let him take charge and use to forget the pain he is in.
His tongue slowly slips inside my mouth while his hard chest flattens my breasts against his.
His kisses grow rough, his tongue rams deeper into my throat and his hand tightens against my throat, a little more and I wouldn’t be able to breathe.
My back arches like a taut bow as he bends trying to get more access to my mouth. Another hefty moan leaves only to be swallowed by him.
Never have I been kissed with such raw sensuality and passionate intensity. Tarian’s kisses were usually soft and they didn’t last long because he wanted to get into my pants. Alnitak was sweet and relishing but Rigel wished to own my mouth, my blood, my body and even my soul.
He is staking his claim, showing I am his.
My core begins to burn as wetness floods between my legs. He takes a deep breath and instantly his body freezes.
His hand lightens against my throat, and my body relaxes when he snatches his mouth away and takes an unwanted step back.
"Amaia!" He breathes out, intense, vulnerable, needy.
My eyes are hooded from the lust he has invoked in , and the area between my legs burns.
"Yes!" I whisper, my voice trembles.
"I can sll your arousal. You want ?" He asks with urgency, his eyes glow with a feverish need. But he lets go of my neck and, with gentleness, holds my shoulders instead.
I lower my head. "I am sorry but I have never been kissed like that before. My body reacted to your touch."
To my answer, he slides his hand under my legs and effortlessly picks up to adjust into his lap.
"You never had a boyfriend or mate?" He asks, his lips placing a soft kiss on my cheek, making blush.
"I had a mate but he rejected . Left to die to save his own life. He was more interested in sticking his dick inside than making love or any romantic gestures." I tiredly sigh and Rigel lets out a painful groan. I can sense the anger in his voice and the hardness of his body.
"That bastard. Don’t worry, Amaia. One day when I am free of these chains. I will bring you a garland constructed from his bones. And then you can wear it while I will make love to you for hours, even days if you want."
A shudder goes through at his words and I glance in his direction. He is watching like there is nothing precious than in this world. I also sense this vulnerable innocence about him. He has been hurt so long that I believe he only knows how to hurt. That’s exactly the reason he stopped earlier and doesn’t want to mate with .
I place my right hand on his face and smile at him. "He will get what he is destined for, I don’t want you to pollute your hands with the likes of him."
Wickedly, Rigel smiles. "He is destined to die at my hands, Amaia. Just wait."
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