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.

this a secret… you have made mistakes… now we suffer…

of mine. I gasp, as I lay there under the dead weight of his

speak, but it is rare for them to speak out loud… wasn’t it just them who are able to converse with their human counterparts in their minds? Legend says only the most powerful Lycans could converse

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 was unconscious. Isn’t

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

She will be

Who is ‘She’?

Then he said Zedkiel would kill

speak as if he

I still force myself up off the bed, stumbling as I carry myself to the bathroom,

Little dark mate…

What did he mean by

Mate…

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

making me squint for a moment. It’s a stark contrast to the dim light in the bedroom…

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 wanted

Why?

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

bath, before I wipe most of the white milky substance and the blood off me and manage to pull myself into the tub. I lay there, too tired to move as

So many riddles…

turning the tap

“Evangeline!”

is now ice cold. Zedkiel is standing there, naked, as he looks me over before he crouches by the bath, gripping my arms as he

as he holds me two feet off the ground looking me over as if checking

are you doing?” I ask, feeling my cheeks burn,

back to the bedroom. There’s a deep frown on his face as he places me on the bed before he goes to the wardrobe and takes

as he comes back and towels my hair. I stare at him watching him as he brushes the towel over my arms

He asks

trying not to look down since

asleep… I didn’t realise it turned cold.” I say, watching him with

at his hand and clenches his fist. “I tried to inject myself when I felt my control slipping…”

hear the distant sound of

that why you collapsed?”

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

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

His eyes narrow, and

who looks like she was beaten

meekly, hiding my smile under the blankets, only my eyes visible as I

“I assure you I’m far more capable.” He

“How would you know? Don’t

and I look away, smiling

see? I made a valid

how long was I awake before I fainted.” He asks

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