by Marian Tee
He rose to his knees and parted her legs. He watched her swallow nervously, but her eyes only shone with an emotion he didn’t want to acknowledge.
Alejandro forced himself to say the words. “There’s no turning back after this, kitten.”
“I want this.” Her voice shook only in the end, but her eyes never wavered from his face.
Her fierce courage took his breath away, making him want her more than ever. Slipping a pillow under her hips to ease the pressure of his possession, he slowly guided his cock into her. “This will hurt no matter what I do.” He had to warn her. He was not exactly small, and her pussy was exceptionally tight.
She responded with a tremulous smile—
It was his cue, and he pushed forward with one thrust, knowing that making her anticipate his possession would only cause her greater pain.
Calys gasped as his cock broke against the flimsy strip of flesh inside her body, her nails scraping against his arms.
“Alejandro.” Tears sparkled in her eyes.
He bent down and kissed her. “It’s done.” He controlled himself with an effort, making sure not to move even though the feel of having his cock inside her pussy was impossibly beautiful. He breathed hard, waiting for a sign, and it came moments later, Calys gingerly moving her hips under him. A whimper slipped past her lips when it made his cock slide deeper into her body.
Her eyes flew to him, wide with surprise.
He managed a grin, the way she couldn’t believe how good sex with him felt only making him want to fuck her harder. “It’s only going to get better, baby,” he promised roughly just before he started to move. Holding her legs wide open, he pushed into her, slowly, deeply, keeping his thrusts steady.
When her hips began to move again, Calys moving to meet his thrusts, he increased his pace, shoving his cock into her faster. He reached for her breast, wanting to increase her pleasure, twisting her nipple as he continued to thrust inside her.
“Alejandro, oh my God, oh my God…”
Her cries made him growl, and he pulled her forward as he seated himself on the bed. She fell into him, impaling herself fully on his cock with a choked cry. Grasping her hips, he bounced her up and down his erection the same time he captured her nipple with his mouth.
“Too much,” Calys gasped. Her fingers grasped his hair as she pushed her nipple further into his mouth.
He laughed against her breast. “Never.”
“It is,” she sobbed, but even so, she was rocking against his body on her own. As she ground her hips against his, she choked out, “I think I’m going to come again.”
Releasing her breast, he held her by the hair, making her look at him.
“Alejandro.” She shuddered when their eyes met, as if just looking at his face brought her much closer to her orgasm.
Grasping the round cheeks of her bottom, he lifted her up, freeing his cock completely.
Calys sobbed in protest. “No—”
He pulled her back down, his cock filling her to bursting as she sank down on him. She gasped, and the way she ground her hips hard on him told Alejandro he had thrust into her at the right angle, in a way that would make her clitoris feel like it was burning with pleasure.
“Alejaaaaaandro—” Calys screamed as she came, her movements turning wild and uncontrollable.
Her scream fed his own pleasure, and with a growl, he came as well, his thrusts just as frenzied as he shot his seed into her.
Alejandro held her tightly to him as they shuddered against each other, both of them still coming.
After, he pulled out of her slowly, placing a kiss on her shoulder before leaving the bed. He washed himself first before returning to Calys’ side with a wet washcloth. She stirred but didn’t open her eyes as he cleaned her, and when he joined her in bed, she immediately snuggled into him like an affectionate kitten, even rubbing her nose against his chest.
It made him smile, and against his good judgment, Alejandro kissed her hair once more.
Calys sighed under him, murmuring sleepily, “I love you, Alejandro.”
Chapter Seven
CALYS
A knock sounded on my door at promptly ten minutes before seven, the exact time Alejandro told me he would be back to accompany me to dinner. I hurried to open the door, but my smile faded when I saw his face.
Gone was the tender lover I had been with the whole night, the one who had woken me up with kisses and even served me breakfast in bed.
The werewolf in front of me was as handsome and as powerful, but his face was devoid of expression.
My voice faltered. “Is something wrong?”
He shook his head. “No.” His lips curved in an odd smile. “You look beautiful.”
“T-thank you.” I had dressed carefully for tonight’s dinner, knowing that appearances were a must. Not wanting to look too young or too feminine, I had opted for a pinstriped jacket and matching skirt.
“You look good, too,” I mumbled. Alejandro was dressed as formally, also in black and white. I knew he was only a couple of years older than me, but when he looked like this, he felt light years ahead of me.
He took my hand. “Are you nervous?”
“Yes.” But it wasn’t for the reason he thought I was. He was the one who made me nervous, but even I couldn’t explain why that was.
Alejandro held my hand as we went down the stairs, heading straight to the dining hall where representatives from the Panthera awaited. “Before we enter, you should know that your cousin Raoul is also here, together with a few members of your pack.”
I stuttered to a stop. “Why is he here?”
“The Panthera invited him.” Alejandro’s hold on my hand tightened. “Whatever happens, I am here for you. Remember that.”
I shook my head. The truth was beginning to sink in. The whole Panthera might not believe me. They might think I was behind the deaths of Pasquale and his pack members. I could tell them that they were the first one to attack me, but it would be my word – an outsider’s word – against a panther whose reputation in life had been beyond pristine.
“They might sentence me to death.”
I didn’t realize I had said the words out loud until Alejandro said very decisively, “No.” Protectiveness glittered in his gaze. “I won’t let anything happen to you. Remember that.” And then he was pulling the door open.
The men inside the room stood up as I entered. There were eight men and two women. Four of the men were from the Panthera, the rest consisted of Raoul and his companions.
It was always hard for me to look at Raoul. He looked so much like Venetto, and the resemblance was heartbreaking. He could have been a brother to us if he wanted to. We would have loved him and faithfully served him, but he hadn’t wanted that. He would never want it because he wanted to be Venetto’s only heir.
“Thank you for granting us your time,” the man standing at the head of the table murmured. Benito was an old friend of my father, a silver-haired man who held the highest position in the Panthera. “You know everyone here, I assume.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.” Benito, like my father, was also alpha of his pack. I glanced at Alejandro. “May I introduce my Cavaliere? Prince Alejandro of the Lyccan Morettis.”
“An honor,” Benito murmured.
“The honor, Your Majesty, is mine,” Alejandro returned.
When Benito inclined his head, all the men took their seats while Alejandro pulled back the chair at the foot of the table for me. This placed me adjacent to Raoul while Alejandro sat across him, right next to one of Raoul’s female companions.
“I would like us to enjoy this meal in comfort,” Benito began, “and as such, I believe it would be better if we postpone our talk tomorrow. This is fine with you, Calys?”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Raoul?”
“Of course, sire. Whatever you think is always best.” He had always been obsequious, my cousin.
Course after course was served. The food was del
icious, but all of it tasted like ashes in my mouth. The roast beef placed in front of me made me want to puke. It reminded me of the scene inside the cottage when Juriaan had flown me back to the place at my insistence.
I had wanted to be sure that Alejandro was all right. He was, but the others were not, all of them reduced into bloodied pieces of flesh on the floor.
The thought caused my hand to shake, and my knife slipped from my hold, clanging to the floor.
Almost all eyes went to me and I flushed, mumbling an apology. The server behind me moved to pick it up, but I shook my head with a polite smile. “It’s fine, I can do it.”
“I will fetch a new knife right away, Your Highness,” the server said with a bow before turning away to leave.
Bending down, I reached for the knife, and that was when I saw it.
The woman next to Alejandro was doing her best to fondle Alejandro under the table. In his defense, he kept moving her hand off his legs every time she reached out for his cock. He was trying, but in my opinion, he wasn’t trying hard enough.
I straightened on my seat.
The woman next to Raoul smiled at me, a Cheshire smile that made me want to lunge at her and scratch her eyes out. “Everything all right, Princess?” Her voice was mockingly solicitous.
I sent the knife flying, and she screamed as it zinged over her head, pulling out a strand and nailing it to the wall behind her.
She was still screaming.
“Please relax,” I said in the same solicitous voice. “I have very good aim. You had nothing to fear of.”
Alejandro’s profile had become tense, and I knew he had realized exactly why I was furious. Then again, it wasn’t really that hard to guess why, was it?
“Are you insane?” the woman – Dolly was her real name if I recalled correctly – demanded, her voice shaking with fear.
“Not at all,” I answered politely. “I just take offense when someone attempts to touch what’s mine.”
Realization dawned on her face and she laughed, the sound jarring my ears. “Are you talking about this beautiful man next to me? Surely you’re being too possessive over your Cavaliere? It’s not like he’s your Consort—”
Without looking at Alejandro, I said quietly, “He is the man I love.”
Silence followed, one that I hoped Alejandro would be the one to break.
But in the end, it was Raoul who spoke. “And there it is.” He threw a contemptuous look my way. “The reason why she had Pasquale Hernandez and his pack members killed…and the death knell of our pack if she becomes Queen.”
ALEJANDRO
Alejandro stood before Calys’ bedroom door, a drawn expression on his face, his body stiff with tension.
He is the man I love.
Even though dinner had long been over, Calys’ last words kept echoing inside Alejandro’s mind, which still grappled with disbelief. Had she really said that? And in front of the Panthera and her enemies?
His fists clenched in frustration. If he had doubts before, he had none now. His princess was extremely good at making things more awkward. Hell, most awkward.
It wasn’t only his mind that was affected. His heart was, too, the way it had been thundering against his chest since he first heard her speak the words.
Goddammit, why did she have to say that?
Why?
Didn’t she know those words would make it impossible for him to stay at her side like before?
Slowly, he raised his fist to the door. He only had to knock twice before Calys opened the door. She looked tired and scared, and he knew he – and not her almost dying – was the reason for it.
“W-would you like to come in?”
He nodded, and she stepped aside, closing the door behind him. After, Calys walked to stand in front of him. Gnawing at her lip, she looked at him, as if waiting for him to speak. When he didn’t, she blurted out, “Aren’t you going to say anything?”
He said tonelessly, “I am.”
She held her breath, but seeing her do it only made him furious. With her and himself. Goddammit, why did she have to do that? Why was she setting herself up for pain when he had laid everything so damn clearly to her from the very start?
He said flatly, “You made a mistake.”
Calys shook her head, confusion clouding her expression. “I don’t understand.”
He spelt out, “You made a mistake about saying you love me.”
“But I didn’t.” When he didn’t say anything, she insisted, “I didn’t, Alejandro. I love you. I know I do. I…I’ve k-known it for a long time.”
She had known she loved him for a long time. She had loved him for a long time. Goddammit to hell, why did she have to say that? Why did she have to feel that?
“Then I’m sorry.” It killed him to look at her, but he knew he owed Calys at least that. “I’m sorry you feel that way.” He could have said something more, but he didn’t, knowing it would amount to nothing. What was the point? In the end, his decision – his feelings – would remain the same. He would not allow himself to love her back.
When he turned his back, Calys cried out.
The cry was filled with so much pain he spun around, wondering if she had somehow hurt herself—
Tears were running silently down her face.
“Just like that?” she whispered. “After everything, you’re going to leave me just like that?”
Why, goddammit, why did she keep asking questions that were too damn awkward to answer?
He forced himself to shrug, to turn away once more and move towards the door. “I’m going to check on what your cousin is up to—”
“Look at me,” she begged.
He reached for the knob.
Behind him, Calys said brokenly, “You don’t really care, do you? You just want this to be over. You’ve lost interest in me because I’m no longer a challenge. I thought I was different, but I wasn’t. After everything, I’m just l-like a-all t-those w-women. You took them and left them.” She choked on a sob. “I’m right, aren’t I? Aren’t I?”
His hand shook as he turned the knob. It took everything in Alejandro not to say a word, not to look back, not to stop moving until he had shut the door behind him. The last thing he heard was Calys crying.
Warriors never cried, she liked to say, but she was crying now. Crying so damn hard it was as if she could no longer breathe.
God. God. God. Make her stop crying. Make her realize what he knew.
It was safer this way.
The End
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Beholden: The Master and His Soul Seer Pet
This is a love story between an innocent girl and a jaded man…a pet and her Master…and a soul seer who has yet to realize she’s meant to save the world…and a powerful vampire who has yet to understand his heart still beats.
18-year-old Zari Baltimore is suffering from an identity crisis. Her new school La Scala Legaturia, a training ground for strengthening bonds between Masters and pets, wants Zari to take pride in her role as human pet to Alexandru. But how can she do that when the vampire seems secretly intent on releasing her from his possession?
Maybe it’s time to start distancing herself.
Maybe it’s time to stop thinking as a pet and start practicing her skills as a soul seer.
And maybe, it’s simply time to look for a new Master. At least if Alexandru throws her away, Zari just might be able to survive it.
But then Zari has a vision of someone
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Enjoy an excerpt of Beholden
It had been one month. One month since she had last seen him, and somehow it felt like one month had wrought such a huge change in him. He was taller than she remembered, his powerful aura more authoritative. Even his sheer gorgeousness came as a shock to her, with his wavy black hair and green eyes. Had he really been this beautiful from the very start?
All in all, Alexandru made a larger than life figure, and the way he took everyone’s dumbstruck attention as nothing out of ordinary just made him more intimidatingly attractive. Zari’s head reeled at the thought that the vampire everyone was staring dreamily at was her Master. And she – a person as ordinary as her – was his human pet.
Zari watched her Master’s lips curve in a familiar sly smile. “Go on, pet. I’m eager to hear what you have to say. What do you think of me as a Master?” Before she could answer, he continued in his mind, Because earlier I heard exactly what you thought. Pervert, wasn’t it? And bully, too?
Alexandru almost laughed out loud when he saw the look of horror dawning on his pet’s face just before color spread in her cheeks.
And there it was, the blush he had missed seeing. It was disturbing, the way he had found himself thinking about that blushing look on Zari’s face so many times while he had been out hunting.
Small and with a body so slim it was almost boyish, Zari would have appeared average if not for her lush, ash-blonde hair. But what he really liked about his little pet were her large gray eyes and expressive face. In all the years he had roamed the earth, and they were very many years, Alexandru had hated all things that could be described as cute…until this girl came into the picture.
With her, “cute” was synonymous to arousing and right now, she was being extremely cute with the way she lied in a straight face. “My Master is the kindest Master on earth. He is the most intelligent, the bravest, and just the very best all around.”