“Y–yes…” I finally answered his question as he slowly lifted me up.
“Hmmm, differentiate it, then.”
I was so delirious just because of his touches, the heat radiating from his sweaty palms. He’s touching my body everywhere that I couldn’t help but stifle erotic sounds I’d never know I could hear from myself.
“D-Differentiate, what?” I exhaled.
“The difference between romantic and sexual feelings.” The fuc—what? I couldn’t understand anything anymore because his calloused huge hands were touching my tits. He was teasing it, the way he wanted it to, and damn if that doesn’t make me feel things inside my thighs. He was so good at making me feel these foreign things.
These strange things that are making me delirious.
“Now I think you don’t understand the difference,” he giggled darkly. “Do you want me to show you instead? Show not tell, as they say….”
I gasped. No, I gaped. This man—he’s everything I hated. Yet, still, I ached for him, every inch of him. I wanted and needed him in all the aspects I can think of.
“I want you, Zarion…”
He smirked. “Romantic feelings involve something that is defined by the soul—soulmates as they claim. Soulmates are always in love, romantically involved. You felt something like there’s a rat running inside your rib cage. You felt like you couldn’t continue your life without him as cheesy as it may sound. Not only that, but you felt like you’ve seen your future the moment your eyes met. And that…” he paused, inhaling through his nose. “...You want to spend your life with him just like that.”
That was deep, deeper than the Pacific Ocean. He drew circles in my belly button, licking my stomach that I cannot do anything but watch. And relish.
“Okay…” I breathed out and curled my toes. Looking up at him, I asked. “How about sexual feelings?”
His gaze darkened, grin vanishing. “It felt like this.” My mouth fell open when his finger suddenly went down from my stomach down to the center of my thighs. “Z-Zarion…” I clung to his chest for dear life. He was making this difficult—too difficult for me. I was embarrassed because I felt something explode inside of me like a million stars bursting within. God, this isn’t a dream anymore.
This is a dream, my mind whispers. But I knew it wasn’t. No, it’s not.
I’m experiencing it firsthand, from him—from the man that I previously loathed, this strange man that I just lusted from my dream minutes ago.
“What are you—what the fuck are you doing?” My eyes involuntarily closed when he drew circles around my throbbing clit like what he did to my belly-button. The effect was more extreme. This pleasure is unbearable, too unbearable. It was too much to take that my hands turned into fists, gripping my bed sheet as if I was being stabbed.
“I’m fucking you with my hand,” he replied, panting. “Can you spot the difference now?”
I nodded in a submissive manner. “So, what do you think your feelings are?” In response, my throat just bobbed, no voice escaped from my lips. His effect on me was dangerous. He is dangerous. I couldn’t think of any words as of this moment. The heat finally rose on my cheeks, staining it with red—the color of love, and lust. And war.
Zarion lifted his body from mine, standing at the edge of my Hello Kitty-themed bed, patiently waiting for my answer.
“Uhm, I–I don’t know… yet.” It was an honest lie, an excuse. “Should I give you an answer, like, right now?”
Zarion remained pinned on the floor while I was trying to recollect myself. Goodness, this is more embarrassing than I think. “You know what? Why don’t you just stay here for the night? Uhm, yeah, you could, I mean—if you want to—you could sleep on my couch. The cold is just… intolerable, if you know what I mean.”
To my shock, he shifted quickly. He was removing his t-shirt when I realized at the last minute that I should turn my back away from him. “What the hell?!” I hissed. “Zarion, aren’t you c-cold? Why were you removing your shirt, you bastard—” I stopped and shut my eyes. He even removed his pants and is now utterly naked. Like real naked.
This is a bad idea. I shouldn’t have told him that. “I shouldn’t call you a bastard.”
He didn’t smile. “I came here to apologize.”
God, this man is really on another level. He’s giving me an answer to my question just now? This very minute?!
Turning my back towards him, I gave him a puzzled look. But he opened his mouth before I managed to voice my concern. “And to say thank you for helping me with my wounds.”
Both of us knew what it meant. We both fell into another staring contest. Again. I could feel the tension arising, and neither of us wanted to break it. The silence deepened and suddenly, my mouth waters with the sight of his bare skin. I completely forgot he’s wholly naked for a second. “That’s it?”
He waves a hand to my direction. “Yeah. I’m going to leave now.” My jaw fell open when he was about to climb out my window. “W-Wait—Don’t!”
Zarion stopped and looked at me. “Don’t jump in there. You’re going to get your bones all cracked!” I gave him a warning look that silently said that I wasn’t kidding.
But his only response was his usual blank, cold stare.
I shifted, my curiosity taking over my body. Why was he injured and wounded in the first place? “Where do you live? Do you even have a family?” “I don’t have a house. And no, I don’t have a family.” That was all he said—that was all his answer to my question. “Please, just stay…” I begged. “If you don’t have a house, then maybe you could live in one of the rooms in our castle. We have a lot of empty rooms that you could use and occupy. I promise I won’t tell my mamita.”“No, thanks.” Zarion’s throat bobbed. “That’s not a good idea.”“Why not?” Before I could say anything, he cut me off. “I’m on a quest.”“A quest…” my brows met. “Like a mystery to solve?”He nodded. “I’m looking for the witch that will give me the information about who’s my mate.” Mate? I don’t understand. A witch? I don’t understand either. I’m pretty sure that only exists in fairy tales and fantastical stories. “Okay, but—” I scratched my head. “You could do that while living in our castle, right?” I hate how my
Her jaw fell open, silence possessing her very being now. I saw how her breathing quickened the moment I said those words. It’s true—I love Zarion. Deeply. This is not just some puppy love that I used to have when I was fifteen.The moment I laid my eyes on him, I knew he’s the one who will take care of my life the way my father took care of my deceased mother. They may not be here with me, but based on the stories my grandmother shared with me, I know my deceased parents lived their life to the fullest.And I want to live mine with him. “Mamita, please listen to me—” “I am not listening to any of these absurd things again, Cassidy!” “But—”“You are just eighteen years old!” She bellowed, veins bulging in her forehead.“And I’m old enough to indulge in these things!” “Oh yeah? You already knew it? Then, you tell me then—” She heaved a deep sigh and pointed the walking stick at my chest. “What do you know about love, child?” I was taken aback because of the term she had called m
My heart won over my mind, my emotions took over any rational thoughts swarming within my brain. Nothing can stop me from going out into this castle now. Nothing—not until I find Zarion in the woods.Or in this city. Even if I walk barefoot across the world, I will find him.“Wherever you go, I will go, Zarion,” I whispered, letting the wind carry my words to wherever he is.“One step outside the castle, Cassidy, and you’re gone from our family.” I paused, bones stiffening. It’s as if I felt someone pour a pail of icy cold water amid the harsh winter weather. “If you go out tonight, I will abandon you—leave you. I will forget that I had known a family that goes by the name of Cassidy Salem Blythe.” Bile rose in my throat. Fear, not for myself but for the promise that—for eighteen years—I just broke now. You will take care of your grandmother, Cassidy. My mother once wrote in her journal, directly addressing me. I exhaled, willing the air to enter my lungs again. Pain etched in my ches
“Zarion!” I paused for a heartbeat to let my voice echo. “Zarion! Zarion!”But it was no use. I’ve been walking around the woods with an almost frozen body, a coat made of sheep’s skin is the only thing between me and the cold while shouting Zarion’s name. The snow kept falling, the wind whipping my hair as if it was dragging me back to the castle. It seems Mamita also has power over the wintry weather.There was a blizzard already shoving its here from the western horizon. I couldn’t find the right path anymore. There was no trace of him, his footprints might have faded with the wind’s harshness. Earlier, I caught his scent, a scent of cinnamon and vanilla, so I followed it. I know his scent is very feminine but I don’t even know where he got that too sweet fragrance. But to my dismay and misfortune, even before I could completely follow, it vanished. Just vanished, with no idea how.“Zarion, Please…” I prayed, coughing when a snowflake landed on my tongue. I don’t know why I’m utt
It’s warm and cozy here, my eyes smiling when they found the fireplace. A piping hot bowl of venison stew beckoned me to sit beside the blazing fireplace.I ate half of the food for ten minutes. Noticing the lavish royal blue curtain, I scooted away from the fireplace and pushed aside the curtains. I just realized that it served as the door between—“This place is a village,” I breathed, wiping my mouth clean from eating. From just the look of the surroundings, I’m pretty sure this village is in the middle of the forest. And near a lake, the briny scent could never hide the smell of fresh forest rain. I watch the people who are busy doing their own businesses as I tend to my own business—being busy scanning the surroundings on where the fuck I am. The name of the place, who carried me here, and—“Zarion,” I realized, calling his name as if he’s around. “ Zarion must know where I am, and probably the one who carried my ass here.” My eyes darted to a small cottage in the corner—to wher
“Really? I don’t think so. You seem to be…” her voice sounds suspicious now. She keeps on stepping forward while I step backward. My breathing started to narrow, bile rising up on my throat. This girl in front of me, she may be human in form. But once she finds out I’m not like them, I will be as good as dead. “I really do need to go.” I cleared my throat, and when I get out of the borders, I will look for a safer place from this weird village. I should probably look for Zarion first.But where the hell am I going to look?! Delilah’s suspicions deepen when we hear the crowd fall silent. Looking around, I could feel all eyes on me. The crowd suddenly stopped. On the horizon, I saw a strange man whose body looked exactly like Zarion's. However, looking at his evil smirk, I could sense that they are the complete opposite. Zarion’s was always mocking.The man has a cunning personality, a sarcastic beast, for sure. Zarion’s cold, brutal, and dangerous aura is nothing like this man. He
Brandon wasn’t the one who shifted, that’s a relief at least.But once again, I found myself bellowing and thrashing when Brandon reached for my neck, strangling and knocking the breath out of me. I couldn’t move. I could not even think of a way to escape, to live and leave.I wished there was a hole just beneath my feet that would swallow me in this instant.No… no—help me!” I forced my voice to be louder. “HELP!” “Why are you looking for Zarion? What do you want from him?” Brandon growled. He removed his other hand from my neck and instead unsheathed his huge and sharp claws just a few inches from my face. He had all the chance to crush my neck into pieces, but he didn’t. He just kept choking and strangling me. Maybe he wants something from me, or maybe he wants to relish killing me as slow and unbearable as possible. “I...I... I don't know. There's something about him that I need to do. I feel like I'm obligated to him. I was having these dreams, weird dreams, and I want to stop
If there is anything that I understand in the situation I am in, these are the two things so far that I manage to grasp: 1) I happened to be in Madfur Claws Pack (the name of the pack where I’m fucking in), and 2) I am going to die.Delilah may not tell me all the details, but from what I’ve seen and heard as soon as I tried to put the pieces, I knew what was coming. Zarion is the former Alpha of Madfur Claws Pack but he doesn’t want to take the responsibility, so he ran away. Of course, all the wolves in his pack loathe him so why would he be here, right? Secondly, I am caged in a wooden box. Delilah was nowhere to be seen or heard, so I didn’t know who to cry to for help. Zarion is not here either. And my grandmother—“God, I am going insane!” I cursed myself, loathing myself why I put myself in this freaking shitty situation in the first place. Yet despite the wooden box incapacitating me, I could hear Brandon’s men that we will be going to a place on what they call as the Moon G