The Feel Of Possession

[Mykel’s POV]

I stared into the eyes of the woman that I was meant to kill and found myself being sucked into their crimson depths as she licked her lips seductively. What the hell was this exactly? This feeling of wanting to fully possess her and make her scream my name while I…

"Are you just going to stare?" She purred, pushing her voluptuous breasts against me. "Or are you going to keep to your promise?"

A growl of excitement escaped me as Axel came to life and demanded to take over.

'Take her.' He growled in anticipation. 'She belongs to us!'

"Are you saying that you’re fine with fucking in the middle of the forest with all the animals as witnesses?" I challenged, deciding to call her bluff. "I'm not opposed if you aren't."

I had to admit, that didn’t sound too fucking bad, but I couldn’t take her here. Right now, there were many bounty hunters looking for her, and if I wanted to keep her alive long enough to have my way with her, we needed to get out of here.

"I mean, I’m not opposed." She admitted, giving a devilish grin.

"That’s too bad." I sighed, feeling my disappointment flare. "We will have to give it a try another time. For now, we need to get out of here before the other bastards that are after your head find you."

"Spoil-sport." She pouted, puffing out her cheeks.

Letting a slow smile spread across my lips, I scooped her into my arms and began to move, making my way through the forest towards the underground passage that my guild had made years ago to get about unnoticed. Where I thought she may finally show some sort of hesitance towards me, she instead relaxed in my arms and cuddled closer. This woman was either prepared for death or very naive. I couldn't figure out which one it was.

"Do you act this way with all strangers?" I asked, unable to control the irritation I was beginning to feel.

"Nope," she responded, giving a smirk. "Only handsome men with bad intentions."

A laugh escaped me at the words that were coming out of this crazy woman’s mouth. Once I was sure we were safe from the others, I would have to test her. If this was all an act, I would make sure to break her facade.

"What’s your name anyway, handsome?" She asked conversationally. "I’d at least like to know the name of the man who stole my heart."

"Your heart?" I repeated, raising my brow.

"That’s right."

Before I could question her words, an arrow whizzed past us and sank into the trunk of a tree just ahead. Shit, it looked like the other hunters had already managed to find us. We wasted too much time.

"Whoops, looks like we are going to have to play with them." Letting out a giggle of excitement, the woman jumped out of my arms and landed gracefully on her feet. "And I was having so much fun being carried like a princess."

Giving a sigh of disappointment, she reached down and grabbed her skirt. Giving it a yank, she tore off the bottom, giving herself more leeway to move. Throwing the fabric aside, she lifted her hands and let her perfectly manicured nails extend into claws.

As I watched the wild creature come alive in front of me, I couldn’t help but find pride in her. The need to protect was mixed in with her pride, but I knew with one look that she was more than capable of handling herself.

"Shall we?" She asked, giving me a flirtatious smile. "The sooner they’re dead, the sooner you can show me what you’re made of."

Nodding, I pulled my whip from my hip and snapped it. It had been a while since I was in a good fight and this would work perfectly to feed my craving.

"Don’t disappoint me." I chuckled, surging forward and attacking.

The bounty hunters let out cries of shock as I began to tear them limb from limb with my whip and the woman leapt around slashing throats like they were made only of thin paper. She was so damn graceful with her movements, it was almost as if she was dancing instead of killing. I couldn’t help but get lost as I watched her go.

"Are you going to leave them all to me?" She called, stepping away from her latest victim and licking the blood from her claws. "That’s no fun."

"Are you saying you need my help?" I asked. "I figured you had it."

"Maybe." She shrugged. "But I sure am lonely."

"Then what would you have me do?" I asked, stepping over the bodies that were scattered on the ground around our feet. "You’ve already killed the last one."

"Can I have a reward?" She asked, her eyes darkening with desire.

"What would you like?" I murmured, snaking my arms around her hips.

"Kiss me."

She didn’t have to ask me twice. Tightening my hold on her, I claimed her mouth with a hunger I never knew I was capable of feeling. However, this simple fucking kiss just wasn’t enough. I wanted more. Using my tongue, I began to part her lips until her own began to dance with mine and her taste invaded my senses.

Fuck, this woman was like a drug that I was quickly becoming addicted to, and frankly, I didn’t care if I never came down from this high.

I let my hands snake down to her ass and lifted so that she could wrap her legs around my waist. Once her core is against my quickly growing bulge, I can feel heat radiating from and smell her arousal growing stronger and stronger.

"Is that a dagger or are you just happy to see me?" She giggled, pushing herself closer to me.

"How about you take it out and find out?" I growled.

"Do you want me to cover it in the blood of your enemy?" She countered, reminding me that we had just massacred many bounty hunters and were spreading their blood all over us.

"That actually sounds pretty fucking kinky." I pointed out, feeling my dick throb at the thought.

"Then allow me." She giggled, untangling herself and attempting to stand in front of me.

However, before she could, a slue of familiar scents began to reach my nose, and I knew that our time alone was over.

"Perfect fucking timing." I growled, feeling my disappointment flare.

"Hm?"

"Mykel!" Lucian’s voice was the first to reach "You there?"

"Yeah," I sighed. "I’m here."

"Great, did you manage to kill the bi... "

A look of shock flashed across Lucian’s face as he appeared in front of us and took in the scene around us.

"Bitch?" The woman offered thoughtfully. "Was that the word you were going to use?"

"I..." As Lucian responded, he shot me a questioning look. "I was…"

"I prefer to be called by my name." She continued, unphased by Lucian’s discomfort. "I’m Amya O’Keefe. It’s nice to meet you."