Chapter 3

Lucian POV

‘Swish!’

The blade sliced through the air with surprising speed aimed right at my heart.

Already expecting her actions, I caught her blade just before it could reach me. I looked down, her eyes widened in shock as she stared at the knife mere inches away from my chest.

A slow smile spread across my lips. "Impressive," I praised, "But you'll need to do better than that, love."

Our gazes clashed, my amusement a complete opposite to the fire of fury in her eyes. She was clearly at loss here, but she was still so defiant as if she had all the odds in her favour. It intrigued me.

I released her wrist slowly, the blade slipping from her fingers as it clattered to the floor. She tried to slip away, but I moved faster, grabbing her wrists again as I pulled her towards my chest.

"Bastard, get away from me!" She grunted in anger as she glared at me.

I ignored her words and gently cupped her face. Her skin was warm, soft beneath my touch. I could feel the rapid pulse of her heartbeat beneath my thumb. She was afraid, or so I thought before I noticed her eyes glazed over.

I raised my eyebrows slightly as I observed closely. Lust.

I could tell. I saw it in the way her eyes dilated, the way her chest heaved. But the most telling sign? I brushed my thumb against her cheek and her breath hitched, a breathless moan escaping her lips. Her eyes widened, probably despising herself for the moan.

"Fuck!" She swore through gritted teeth, her eyes flashing with anger and hatred as she glared at me.

However, no matter how angry she seemed, I could still see the desire lurking below the surface.

"Shh... don't fight it. Fighting against it will only make it stronger," I murmured, my voice low, almost a whisper.

I let my fingers trail down her jaw, brushing against the delicate skin of her throat. She shivered, gulping involuntarily. I could feel her pulse quicken, the blood rushing through her veins frantically. Her blood, rich with adrenaline, was thickening with lust and the scent of it made my fangs itch.

I leaned in, inhaling the warm, tantalising scent that clung to her like a second skin. It was so close, her pulse beating right below the surface. I could almost taste the rich warm blood that would spill over my tongue.

"Mmmh~"

She moaned, pushing herself closer to me unconsciously. Her head tilted slightly, exposing more of her neck.

I pressed my lips near her neck, not touching, just hovering. Impatiently, she arched towards me even more.

A chuckle escaped my lips as I finally granted her my touch, planting a soft kiss on the side of her neck. "You want this," I whispered against her skin. "You want me."

My words irritated her and she snapped back furiously. "Fuck... shut up!"

I chuckled, letting the tip of a fang graze her skin. She gasped, her hands flying to push me away. I caught her wrists again, and held them in place as I pressed another kiss to her throat.

A small whimper escaped from her as the scent of her blood thickened with lust. It was too much.

I wasn't such an uncultured vampire but the scent of her blood seemed to make me lose all the restraint I held myself to. It was impossible to resist. I could feel my fangs elongating, itching to sink into her tender flesh. To claim this fiery young woman as mine.

Just as I was about to sink my teeth in, I heard the shackles on her wrist clang loudly. Before I knew what was happening, she pushed me off her, the force catching me off guard.

The chains were broken!

Taking advantage of my surprise, she slashed at me. Claws.

I felt a hot line of blood trickle down my cheek, but I didn't react, my gaze fixed on her as she bolted for the door. In a few seconds, she was gone.

I touched the wound absently, feeling the warm, sticky blood under my fingertips. A werewolf. Of course. That explained her raw strength. It also explained why she suddenly managed to pull herself back from the edge just as I was about to claim her.

It was such a pity. However, she was even more interesting than I had thought.

"Lucian!"

Suddenly, Armand burst in with a look of concern on his face. I turned to look at him.

"I saw the girl escape, should I send someone after her?" He asked.

I thought about it for a second. If he did send someone, I knew she would definitely be caught. But....

"No."

I shook my head, smiling as I wiped the blood off my cheek. There was no need.

"We'll meet again when the time is right."

The wound stopped bleeding, the skin knitting back together with a faint tingle. Soon, there was no trace of it left, just smooth, unmarked skin.

"Come on." I called out, strolling out of the room.

Just as I stepped out, I bumped into Gideon and his guards hovering at the door. Oh. They were still here.

Casually, I snapped my fingers as I walked past freeing them of their trance. The guards all fell to the floor immediately becoming unconscious. Gideon on the other hand, crumbled to the floor but managed to stay awake.

"Lucian! Damn you...." He grunted.

"Shhh.... Take care of your men. It's not good to be sprawled here. You'll affect your reputation." I chuckled, ignoring the dark look on his face.

I walked away, my mood slightly better. My little wolf had run away and there was no reason to still stay here.

As I strolled down the corridor, I suddenly noticed two lumps slumped on the floor, blood pooling beneath them. I recognized them. The two men that had pulled the little wolf onto the platform.

Their bodies were still warm, their eyes wide, pupils shrunk, probably taken by surprise. I stepped across them calmly.

How fierce. I seemed to have fallen in love.