His Dark Obsession

35. Another Side

EVANGELINE.

The pain and pleasure combined make me feel as if I’m in a haze of ecstasy. He’s huge and I feel so full. This feeling is unexplainable and every time he drives into mae, he hits something inside of me that makes me cry out in blissful pleasure. It feels incredible.

I bite my lip, my back arched as I crave every part of him to touch me. I look at him, but he’s not looked at me in a while… is he disgusted? Is he regretting it? He has his face turned away, pressed against my shoulder, but not once does he look at me. I try to push my insecurity away, hugging him tightly. I don’t know what we are, or where we are emotionally, but the one thing I do know is, for now, we are married, and we are consummating our marriage for this tournament.

Suddenly I feel his aura surge around him, his entire body tenses and I bite my lip when he speeds up, the burning pain is stronger as he f*cks me, he’s struggling, and I try to turn my head to the pillow just in case, but his hand is under it.

I know that even if he does lose control, I’m at his mercy. There is no way I’ll be able to get that syringe.

His body jerks and he growls, suddenly throwing the syringe across the room making me flinch. My heart thunders as he looks at his hand for a moment, his aura is a storm around him and his eyes are glowing red as he slowly looks down at me.

“Zedkiel…” I whisper. He reaches for my jaw, and I try not to show my fear. He isn’t in control of his senses

it’s the same look that I saw in the bathtub that time he drank my blood…

His eyes narrow and he runs his fingers through my hair, but it’s rougher than how Zedkiel had done it. A deep frown crosses his face before he leans down and plunges his tongue into my mouth. My own heart is thumping as I stay frozen on the bed with him still buried inside of me. I don’t move, letting him ravish my mouth hungrily. His hands roam my body roughly, painfully even, at times. It’s a huge change… A low groan escapes him, and he begins moving again, harder and faster, and I feel myself nearing my release.

Despite the confusion about the shift in his persona, I’m unable to focus on it. All I want is to reach that height of euphoria…

I can tell from his movements he’s close, too. He can’t knot me… I don’t have a wolf, nor am I marked. I mean, I can’t carry a pup… I-I don’t want to, he’d never let me leave. Fear and panic begin settling into me and I try to push him back, but he doesn’t move.

He growls warningly at me, yanking my head back as he tilts my head up to look at him.

“We meet again… little dark mate…” 2

Mate?

My head is pounding at those words as confusion drowns me. I’m not sure what is louder, my beating heart or the pounding in my head.

“I tried to keep you away… I did everything.” He growls murderously in between his violent thrusts, “It will… happen again. He will kill you.” 1

His words sound strange, as if talking isn’t easy for him, but I can’t question him, as I can barely breathe as he pounds me harder and faster. I whimper, feeling the pressure building inside of me.

“Zed…” I moan as my o*gasm tears through me, and he lets out a growl, his tongue flicking out and running along my neck hungrily. “Zed… you can’t knot me…”

No reply, he simply continues to lick and suck on my neck. I can feel his suffocating aura weighing down

on me.

His groans sound s*xy, despite the odd change in his mood. I cry out as my o*gasm tears through me, and I hear him curse as his own release hits him. To my utmost relief, he pulls out and empties his seed over my stomach, before he rests his weight on me.

7 won’t lose you…” He whispers in my ear. “She will be back.”

“Who?”

“Don’t tell Zedkiel we talked… He will kill you.”

“Who are you then, if not Zedkiel?” I ask, but again, he ignores me.

secret… you have made mistakes… now we suffer…

and his body falls on top of mine. I gasp, as I lay there under the dead weight of his body. My beating heart pounding and my lower region throbbing. I attempt steadying breaths as I try to

talk but Lycans can, the pure-blood royals all have Lycans who can speak, but it is rare for them to speak out loud… wasn’t it just them who are able to converse

covering me, but I have no energy to clean up. I feel as if I’ve been running for days. I lay there for a bit, wondering why Zedkiel

I can’t help but smile at the thought of Zedkiel being so exhausted after one round. Maybe I should tease him about that tomorrow… I chuckle, clamping my hands over my mouth to stifle the sound. But my giggle soon fades when the words that his Lycan-I think it is his Lycan anyway

will be

Who is ‘She’?

Then he said Zedkiel would

he speak as if he

up off the bed, stumbling as I carry myself to the bathroom, my mind in

Little dark mate…

did he

Mate…

something during sex. The moment he entered me, there felt like a

light on, the fluorescent blue making me squint for a moment. It’s a stark contrast to the dim light in the bedroom… Walking

Blood…

had held me tightly. We had done it… We consummated our marriage; we are set for the tournament, but now I had something else to deal with, the secret that Zedkiel’s Lycan

Why?

is so much that I can probably ask the Oracle… but can I ask her in front of Zedkiel? For a few short moments,

most of the white milky substance and the blood off me and manage to pull myself into

So many riddles…

tap off before I

“Evangeline!”

bathroom door is slammed open, and it takes me a few seconds to realise I’m in the bathtub, which is now ice cold. Zedkiel is standing there, naked, as

the ground looking me

you doing?” I ask, feeling my cheeks burn, my soaking hair sticking to

and exhales deeply before he pulls me against his chest and slips one arm under my thighs, turning and carrying me back to the bedroom. There’s a deep frown on

I stare at him watching him as he brushes the towel over my arms

“Why were you in a cold bath?” He asks coldly, pulling the duvet up and around

it around me, trying not to look

“I fell asleep… I didn’t realise it turned cold.” I say, watching him with concern. “But what

at his hand and clenches his fist. “I tried to inject myself when I felt

hear the distant sound of the occasional car passing outside and the

why you

He looks up sharply and frowns. “Did I collapse? Your scent has changed… meaning I

and nod. “Yeah… but right after that, you fainted.” I mumble, feeling embarrassed at his bluntness.” Was one round too much for you?” I blurt,

and

who looks like

hiding my smile under

you I’m far

know? Don’t you always

clenches his jaw, and I look

I made

awake before I fainted.”

tells me to tell him the truth, but I don’t know… what if