All Chapters of Rejected and Claimed : Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

~Carmen~Zegulf’s idea of practicing better things turns out to be wringing every ounce of pleasure he can out of my poor body.His hands and mouth explore me, mapping me out like new terrain. Discovering places that make me moan, squirm, and clutch at him without abandon.No part of me is seemingly forbidden or sacred. Nothing is off limits or taboo. He explores me from the inside out, learning every spot that makes me whimper his name.And when I think he’s discovered all my weaknesses, he finds a new one, using the bond between us against me.There can be no lies or secrets when all he has to do is look inside me to know what I’m feeling. Even when his fingers delve into that forbidden place between my asscheeks, filling me up when he finally stuffs me with his cock...He knows how much I like it. How much I like being so full of him, even if I don’t want to admit it.By the time he finally takes mercy on me and tucks me close to his chest, I’m beyond tired. My eyes slam shut the se

~Carmen~But Kennedy is not weak by any means. The boy, the sweet boy who spent all his time with me, protecting me from what he could, giving me a reason to live, to endure what I suffered, encouraging me to be strong and go on, has honed himself into a strong, lethal weapon.“I’m going to fucking kill him!” Zegulf shoves Brody out of the way and launches himself at me.Zegulf may not want to hurt me, but I won’t be returning the favor. I have no qualms about causing him pain. I want to hurt him. I want to make him bleed for everything he’s done to Kennedy. For everything he’s done to me.When Zegulf is nearly within reach, I lash out with the chain, striking him across the chest and kissing his neck with the end. The thick links of the chain slap against his skin, marking him with red, and he staggers back in shock.“Carmen...” Zegulf exhales and then looks down at himself.I hit him hard enough to mar his perfect skin, but not hard enough to break it. Almost instantly, the inflamed

~Carmen~Not from the others, and certainly not from myself. The need to protect Kennedy is cracking under the weight of the need to punish him for betraying my trust.For so long, he was the only one keeping me together, keeping me moving on. Encouraging me to be stronger, to survive. Convincing me there was a light at the end of the tunnel on my darkest days.All the while he was secretly drinking my blood. Does his father know about this too? Was Kennedy nice to me all along because he was using me?“For four years,” Kennedy says, and I stop in my tracks.I’m so shocked, I spin around to face him, giving Zegulf my back. “Four years?” I repeat incredulously. I must have heard that wrong.“Yes, four years,” Kennedy confirms in a hoarse rasp.“How do you get her blood?” Zegulf asks from behind me.Instead of trying to take advantage of my distraction, his heat meets my spine.Kennedy and I answer at the same time. “From the cleansing rituals.”“What the fuck is the cleansing ritual?” Z

~Carmen~The handle is ripped out of my hand, and the door flies open.“Carmen,” Zegulf exhales as if he’s been holding his breath.His eyes are filled with emotion as he storms forward and sweeps me up into his arms, lifting me off my feet.Confused and thinking the darkness is holding me, I shove my palms against his hard shoulders and arch away. Fighting him.I try to vanish, but I’m stuck, his arms flexing around me and keeping me trapped.Zegulf slams me up against the wall, pinning my hips with his hips.“Calm down, my love, and let me help you,” he says, his voice full oftenderness.Shaking my head back and forth, I twist and thrash, trying to slip out of his hold. “Don’t touch me! Let me go!” I demand.He frowns, his brow furrowing with concern. “No. You need to eat.”Hearing him speak the same words as the voice inside my head makes me scream again. Adrenaline surges through me, and I shove hard at his shoulders, causing him to stagger back a couple of steps.“I don’t want t

~Carmen~My eyes flutter open when skin brushes softly against my lips.Zegulf doesn’t push; he doesn’t try to force. he simply offers me the vein in his wrist. Giving me the choice now. The tip of my tongue aches with the need to push past my lips, to taste his skin.Grinding my teeth together, I accidentally bite it, filling my mouth with blood like an idiot.Tortured now by both the blood in my mouth and Zegulf drinking from my neck, I writhe beneath him.‘Zegulf, please,’ I beg, at my limit.Pushing my emotions through the bond, I urge him to feel me. To understand me. To know my conflict. I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to be a slave to these new monstrous instincts.I want my control back.Humming, Zegulf rubs his wrist against my lips before he sucks in yet another mouthful of my life’s essence.‘If you want your control back, you need to drink.’I know he felt everything I pushed at him. He felt it and dismissed them. A burst of rage surges through me.How dare he dismis