By The Waterfall

Sabrina woke up to the sound of birds chirping. Her lashes were sticky due to all the crying she did last night. Everything was feeling tougher than she had expected. She sat up and stretched her body. She had hardly slept. The apprehension, doubts, and fear plagued her thoughts last night, sending her sleep to a faraway land.  

She didn’t have much time to make him believe her. Her heart shuddered as she wondered what would happen if she failed. She couldn’t imagine being mate with anyone other than him. Her wolf would die.  

She headed out and instantly her eyes started searching for him. He was nowhere. 

“ Is my lady looking for someone?” a sudden voice coming from behind made her jump in her spot. She placed a hand on her heart and turned to see Booth standing behind her with a shit-eating grin on his face. 

“Did I scare you, my lady?” he asked, grinning widely.          

“You almost killed me,” she rolled her eyes at him. 

“Never, my lady. The Alpha King would bury me alive if I did so,” Sabrina looked away at his comment. She didn’t want to talk about it.    

“When are we riding?” Sabrina asked while strolling through. 

“As soon as his lord returns,” Booth stated while tailing her. Sabrina nodded. 

“Where has he gone?” she attempted her level best to hide her curiosity. 

“To inspect the path,” he answered. Sabrina halted when she heard the relaxing waterfall sound. 

“Is there a waterfall nearby?” she asked, curiously scanning her surroundings. 

“Yes, there is one not very far from here,” Booth enlightened her. 

“Very well. I was thinking if I could take a bath,” she turned to him and disclosed her intention.

Booth gave a thoughtful look.  

“I suppose you can, my lady,” he answered a moment later. 

Sabrina gave him an appreciative smile. 

…..

Some of the warriors were guarding the area as Sabrina bathed under the waterfall. She surveyed her surroundings and when she was convinced that there was no one around, she started taking off her clothes. The melodious chirp of birds was making the experience more exquisite for Sabrina. She did away with her blouse and walked into the pool that the waterfall had made. A pleasant smile grew on her lips when she dipped her toe in the pool. Step by step, she walked into the lake and halted right below the waterfall. She was hips-deep in the water.    

She craned her neck, looked up the waterfall, and giggled while shaking her head as the water drops hit her beautiful face. She unbraided her beautiful wavy blond hair that reached down to her slender hips when wet. She felt free. For the first time in eighteen years, she felt free. There was no maid to look over her, nothing. She was free to do whatever she want. 

Elizah had a run-in with vampires while checking the route.

The vampire king, Ajax, also had his eyes on Sabrina. He was not oblivious to the prophecy that was made 18 years ago.

The warrior of land will mate her and would become the king of the world. 

Now, it was nowhere written that her mate has to be a werewolf. It could be a vampire too. They were hoping to get her before she made it to the future Alpha King.   

The vampires attacked him from behind but Elizah’s reflexes were impeccable. He tackled them and ripped their throat the next moment. There were eleven vampires and just him. It would have been nearly impossible for anyone to win against them but not for Elizah. He was trained to kill. He could take twenty vampires at the same time with ease. He might not have his wolf yet but he was the deadliest among the werewolves. 

He let go and the last vampire fell to the ground with a loud thud. Blood poured out from his neck in profuse. He glanced around the woods with his alert eyes and waited for more to show up but nothing happened. The bodies of vampires were strewn on the ground with their heads and body torn asunder. Once he was convinced that there was no more threat, he turned away and made his way back to the camp.  

He was painted in blood from head to toe. This was the downside of killing and he hated it. He decided to take a bath first before returning to the camp. With that thought in mind, he headed towards the waterfall that he had found recently. 

He walked towards the lake but stopped short when he heard a soft humming. His head shot up towards the source of that sweet melody and his heart did the double flip when he met with the unexpected sight. The sight of a woman bathing under the waterfall. She was stunning. His dilated pupil examined the beauty in front of him with a burning zeal. Her tiny shoulders, long blond hair, small waist, and wide hips. An involuntary sigh escaped his mouth as he imagined squeezing those hips and leaving his large handprints on that tiny waist while mounting her. He squinted to see through the water to have a look at her cute ass but, to his disappointment, they were covered in the water. Just who this temptress was? 

Hypnotized, he prowled into the lake like a true predator he was, towards this little temptress. 

Sabrina, oblivious to someone's eyes on her, continued to hum and bathe. However, soon she realised someone's presence behind her. She took a deep breath and that intoxicating scent washed over her. Her heartbeat skyrocketed at the realization. He was here.

And then her heart stopped beating altogether when his hands latched onto her bare waist. He, purposefully, gave her waist a light squeeze, prompting goosebumps to scatter all over her skin. 

"Who are you?" he whispered hoarsely from behind her. Sabrina closed her eyes and gulped nervously, feeling the water beating down on her face. 

A moment later, she opened her eyes and turned to face him. 

Elizah's eyes widened friction when he finally saw who had robbed him off of his peace. It was her.

Sabrina craned her neck and took in his perfect face. The water turned red on touching his body. The drops of water were dripping down his hair, making him look even more irresistible. She was fascinated and so was he. She only reached to his chest and this fact gave him utter satisfaction. Whereas she looked like a fragile flower, he resembled a mountain that could easily crush her but he had no intention of crushing her, he was meant to protect her. 

The water was raining down on them as they stared into each other's eyes. Elizah couldn't resist his eyes from moving down towards her soft lumps. Sabrina took a deep breath in nervousness, causing her chest to rise as he fixed his gaze on her breasts. He swallowed hard, feeling suddenly thirsty, as he stared, transfixed, at the two pink peeks adorning her soft globes.

He wondered how would they feel in his mouth. She wanted him to take them in his mouth. When he made no efforts but just kept staring greedily, Sabrina decided to take things into her own hand. 

She covered his hand that was on her waist and guided it up towards her chest. His gaze flickered to meet hers. He couldn't understand what he was doing until she placed his hand on her breast. She made him squeeze her bosom. She closed her eyes, threw her head back and bit her lips when a delicious electric shock ran through her body. 

He liked the way she bit her lips. It was erotic. He wanted to see it again. Watching her, he skimmed his thumb over her hardened nipple. She clutched at his bulky biceps, bit her lips, and let out a soft moan, making him hard.

Enjoying her reaction, he rolled and tweaked her nipple all the while watching her whimpering and moaning. She was a sight. 

She opened her eyes and looked at him pleadingly. No words were needed to exchange to know what was she begging her. His mouth around her tits. 

He couldn't fight his lust for this girl anymore. He brought his face closer to her breast and blew a hot breath on her nipple, making her legs tremble. She held tightly to his shoulder. 

Elizah flicked out his tongue to lick her nipple when an animal noise from distance interrupted their moment. Elizah stilled, suddenly realising what he was doing.

What on earth he was doing? He drew away immediately and casted an accusatory glance at Sabrina. Before Sabrina could process, he pushed her away, making her stumble and fall on a rock, and turned around. Not sparing her another glance, he stormed out the water. 

Tears filled her blue eyes. She dejectedly wrapped her arms around her waist while watching him go. He also feels the connection then why was he pushing her away? 

After a few minutes of mopping in silence, she also walked out the lake and wore back her clothes. Elizah was already there, discussing something with his men. Everyone looked towards her when she came back, except for him. He acted as if she didn't even exist and that hurt. 

"We are riding now. Get the horses," this is all Elizah said before heading towards his horse.

The day went uneventfully. Elizah, intentionally kept a good distance between them. Whereas her eyes were always on the search for him, he not for once turned to look at her. He was avoiding her. Sabrina tried her best to hold back her tears but sometimes they leaked out. She didn't want anyone to catch her weeping so she wiped them off instantly. 

They decided to halt for the night when the sun went down. 

Elizah, after fixing the camp, remained in his tent. He even ate his food in his camp. Sabrina knew why? He was still avoiding her. After dinner, she went inside her tent, threw herself into her makeshift bed, and finally let tears pour out of her eyes. She wailed for hours. Her heart was aching excruciatingly. It felt as if someone had twisted it painfully. 

Once she got drained of tears, she decided to go out and take a fresh breath.

Grabbing her stall, she came out of her camp and stood in front of her entrance. The wind was chilly but made her feel at ease. 

She took a deep breath and exhaled quickly when she heard a moan. Her ears perked up and her gaze drew in the direction from where the sound had come. 

Another breathless moan echoed in the air and finally, her gaze detected the camp from where it was sourcing. It was his tent.    

Her heart gave a painful jolt at the realization.

Another moan mixed with a deep grunt rung in the air, causing a piercing pain to spear through her chest. His grunt.

She put her hand on his mouth as tears washed down her eyes. He was with someone.   

Not being able to hear it anymore, she rushed back into her tent. She got on her bed and buried her face into her bedspread.

She cried till the morning, the sound of their grunts and moans kept haunting her throughout the night.    

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