by Gift .
Having my blood drank amplified every other feeling I was experiencing. He didn't stop and my screaming seemed to make him more feral. He increased the pressure on my clit, while still drinking. Listening to my breathless moans, and feeling my body spasms. He didn't stop until I had rode out the entire orgasm.
Once I finally finished he softly placed his hand on my neck and healed it. He snapped his fingers and produced my shirt back in one piece and handed it to me. I put it on and attempted to catch my breath.
The mark on my face was furious, burning worse than it ever had, a sign that my defiance was indeed forbidden, and that just made me want to do it more.
I locked eyes with Raziel and I could see a possessiveness in them as he pulled me to him again. This time he softly ran his fingers through my hair. "When you are struggling with the mark and your feelings for him, just remember who made you scream." He purred.
He kissed my forehead and then vanished. "Holy shit" Wynter gasped. "We need to remove this fucking mark, now." And for the first time since I got it, I agreed.
Chapter 28
(Raziel)
I materialized in front of a huge silver gate. I narrowed my eyes at the infinity symbol on the gate, trying to hold back the rage that was bubbling at the sight of it. "Fuck it, bust that motherfucker down" Nero snarled.
I took a single fireball and blew the gate apart. I stalked onto Raphaels property up to his front door. "Raphael!" I roared as I threw another fireball into his front door and blew it off the hinges.
"I'm going to fucking kill you" I yelled,as I threw fireball after fireball destroying everything around me.
I stalked up the stairs using magic to unshelve every book in his library, it sent silver glitter flying around the whole room which reminded me of Rayne, and made me even more pissed.
I finally got to the silver double doors, which if they were anything like mine they were spelled so they could not be penetrated. That didn't stop me from trying though. I threw a double fireball into the door and it didn't even budge.
I threw another and another, it was no use. I tried even using a spell to open it with no avail. "Raphael!!" I roared again, with no reply.
I was done fucking around, I elongated one of my fingers into my wolf claw and sliced my hand open, "Shadows come to me" I snarled, the room went ice cold, cold enough I could see my breath.
Suddenly every area of the room was covered in thick shadows, they were darker than a normal shadow and silkier. They came up out of nowhere and everywhere at the same time.
"Drink" I said as I held my hand out. The snake tendrils slithered up into my hand and lapped up the pooling blood. As the shadows took their fill I embraced the familiar chill to the bone ice cold they surrounded me with.
"What is it you need master?" They whispered in a multitude of voices. "I need you to bring me the Reaver Raphael, name your price!'' I spat. The tendrils started shaking with anticipation, "The price is the blood of the marked, Master" the multitude of voices whispered.
"Absolutely not, you will not touch Rayne." I sneered back, "Name another price!" I shouted. "There isss no other price" they whispered, "So be it" I said, and with a wave of my hand I dismissed them.
I watched as the shadows slithered back into the nothing and everything from which they came. I was almost at a loss when Nero said, "Have you thought about just knocking on the door?" I hadn't, but Raphael has such a calm demeanor it wouldn't surprise me if he's just sitting there waiting for me to calm the fuck down.
I've always had a bit of a temper, exploding and destroying everything in my path was typical behavior for me." I guess it can't hurt to try" I told Nero, I took a deep breath to try and calm some of my anger.
I stepped to the door and knocked, to my surprise the doors cracked open. I pushed them and they both opened to reveal Raphael sitting in the middle of the room drinking silver brandy with a silver spined book in his other hand.
He looked up from his book, "Hello brother" he said calmly, "To what do I owe the pleasure?" He purred, as if I hadn't just destroyed half of his home in a fit of rage.
"You know why I'm here" I spat. Raphael raised one eyebrow at me in confusion. "I'm not sure that I do, brother. Why don't you enlighten me?" He purred.
"Rayne'' I snapped, and acknowledgement flashed though his eyes, along with mischief and then fury, but he didn't move a muscle. He took a sip of his brandy, set his book down on the side table and we locked eyes.
"What about her?" He said nonchalantly. My rage was building, threatening to break through again. "She is mine, you keep your filthy hands off her! You may have marked her but she doesn't belong to you." I spat, hatred filling every word.
I could see the emotions flashing through his eyes, confusion, anger, possessiveness, fury. "Brother, if she was to be yours then why doesn't your mark adorn her beautiful face?" Raphael said with a little smirk.
"Because she was to choose me of her own free will! In fact she has chosen me. That mark will fade and as soon as it does my mark will replace it, permanently. She has already made her choice." I spat.
"We shall see" Raphael said with a sparkle in his eye. He was determined to have her and I wasn't going to allow it.
"Stay the fuck away from her Raphael, or so help me, you will be fucking sorry." I spewed. I could see the emotions flowing through his eyes at my words.
“And just what will you do, brother?” He questioned. “Whatever it fucking takes. Your mark is already fading after our little escapade earlier.” I scoffed. I watched his eyes go from amused to furious.
The only emotion he ever showed was in his eyes, and while he could keep his composure under literally any circumstance, his eyes always gave him away. I could tell that I had hit a nerve so of course I just kept pushing it.
“You should have been there, the way she convulses when her body is reaching its climax. The way her moans sound at my touch, the way her blood tasted flowing into my mouth.” I was definitely just trying to rub it in at this point, I guess I went too far because Raphael lunged at me with a fire in his eyes.
He was fucking furious that I had my way with her and I was glad. I dodged his lunge and spun around throwing a green fireball straight at him. He of course used magic to block it, and shot one back at me. I did the same thing and dissipated the fire.
I once again used magic to unshelve every book off the shelves in his room. Books and silver glitter went flying everywhere in a whirlwind of fury. Raphael used magic to part the whirlwind sending silver glitter and books flying into all the adjacent walls.
He snapped and produced a double bladed staff. “Oh playing dirty are we?” I scoffed, as I snapped and produced a double set of samurai swords. We started to fight.
Raphael was skilled, but I was faster. I dodged a stab to the abdomen, a slice to the shoulder, and a sweep of my feet from under me. I swung my swords parallel and did a spin jump around in the air hoping to connect with his ribcage, but was blocked.
Then he sent his staff down onto me like a sledgehammer. I used my swords cris crossed to block the hit which took me to my knees from the force. I opened my arms with swords intact, flinging his staff from his hands and across the room.
I got to my feet and pointed one sword at Raphael. “What now, Brother?” I said, still pointing my blade just under his chin. He didn't say a word and I knew I had won this battle, but there was still a whole nother battle left to be won, and that one wouldn't be so easy.
I snapped my swords away and tried to rack my brain on how to get rid of the mark faster. “The shadows?” Nero said. Without hesitation I sliced my hand open right in front of Raphael, and called the shadows.
“Drink” I said as the familiar bone chilling ice washed over me and icy tendrils swam at my feet. I saw Raphael's eyes widen. While the shadows were something we definitely had control of, my brothers rarely used them, mostly afraid of the price that was asked for. I, on the other hand, was usually willing to pay the price and I didn't he
sitate to use them at will.
“I need Raphaels mark removed from Rayne! What is your price?” I snarled while looking directly at Raphael. The tendrils swirled and twisted at my feet as if they were waiting for my next command, waiting to rip the life from someone.
“The price is steep, A mark for a mark, bond for a bond” They slithered. “What mark do you ask for?” I questioned. “The mate bond from Rayne, she will be 21 soon and it will be revealed. Give usss the bond she keepsss, and we will remove the bond between them.” They whispered.
“How does she have a mate bond? She is a Reaver? Reavers can choose their mates, only wolves have a mate bond they cannot choose?” I said with confusion in my voice.
“Rayne was never raised within a coven, she never learned the waysss of a Reaver, that side of her hasss been suppressed for all these yearsss making her Wolf side more dominant and thusss granting her a mate bond.” They slithered.
“Who is her intended mate?” I snapped. “That information is not oursss to tell, Master. Do you accept the price? Her bond for their bond?” They said, their silky voices sending chills to my already icy bones.
On one hand it wouldn't matter if she lost her mate bond, I was going to mark her and fully intended to complete the mating process to make it permanent anyways.. On the other hand though, to take something like that away from her, she would hate me. If she never found out though, but if she did find out…
The thoughts circled my mind, Nero staying still as he didn't want any part of this. “I reject your offer” I spat and with a wave of my hand they slithered back to nothingness. I couldn't do it. There was no way I could give up her mate bond. My only worry was whether I would be her mate, or whether we would have to deal with someone else but we would figure that out when the time comes.
I turned back to look Raphael dead in the eyes again, “We will have to rid her of this wretched mark the hard way.. Mark my words, brother, if you try anything I will not hesitate to start a fucking war.” I sneered, hoping he could feel the venom in my voice.
Out of all four of us brothers, I was definitely the most ruthless one, I was hoping he would take my warning to heart.
Then I vanished, leaving Raphael in a mess of fury.
Chapter 29
(Rayne)
I was still in a mess after what had just happened with Raziel, the mark on my face burning its disapproval of my shenanigans. I still had to get to training this morning and was about to be late.
I threw on a gold sports bra, black leggings and my new gold tennies I recently bought to match, threw my hair up in a high pony and ran out the door. I knew Alpha Drake was back from his travels this week and I was really enjoying my time not having to deal with him.
I got to training at the same time as Roman, “Hey” I said as I was trying to catch my breath from running. I looked up at Roman since he hadn't said anything, and I had completely forgotten about the mark. He was eyeballing it in Awe, “What is that? It’s beautiful, oh my god” He stammered.
His words made the mark burn, it seemed that anyone else around me, admiring me or the mark would cause it to react. What a stupid mark I thought. Ugh.
“Oh this? Yea uh, so let's just not talk about it ok?” I asked. He agreed but I could tell he was still looking at it, couldn't really stop it seemed, like he was attracted to it for some reason.
I realized that no one else had seen it besides myself, Raziel and Raphael, I didn't know how it affected people. We walked into the stadium for training and it was like all eyes were on me, well my mark.
It was burning under everyone's gaze, all the males in the room seemed attracted to it, they kept walking over to me trying to talk to me as if I hadn’t ignored every single one of them for the past 8 years.
Alpha Drake came out to see what the fuss was when he spotted me. I rolled my eyes like I always do, and got ready for impact as he stalked his way towards me. If looks could kill, I would be dead, or rather the mark on my face would be.
He stopped in front of me, grabbed my jaw and turned my head to get a better look. “Well, this isn’t Raziels mark..” He said quietly. And then as if he realized something I saw anger flash through his eyes. His face hardened, “Who did this to you?” He said through gritted teeth.
“I .. uh, sooo it’s a long story?” I stuttered back, not really sure how to respond. He took his hand and ran it across my face lightly tracing my mark which in turn burned like hell under his touch. It definitely did not like Alpha Drake anywhere near me, I felt the same.
“Rayne, who fucking did it?” He spat. This time I knew I had to answer. “Raphael,” I said quietly, not really wanting anyone else to hear me. “Oh hell no, we had an agreement! When you turn 21, if you are not mated to Raziel you are to be Luna of this pack whether we share the mate bond or not.” He roared.
And now I was pissed, “Excuse me? I belong to NO ONE, and as I have said before, I will NEVER be the Luna of your pack! Fuck you Alpha.” I spat, and this time the venom was coming from my voice.
I turned to walk away but Alpha Drake grabbed my arm and pulled me back. He spun me around so he was behind me speaking directly into my ear. “The more defiant you are, the more I want you Rayne. I promise, you will not get in the way of what I want, the deal stands. I don’t care if I have to kill every single other supernatural creature to get my way, I will have you.” He purred, fury and lust rolling off him in sickening waves.
He then nibbled on my ear and kissed the side of my face causing me to flinch in disgust. My mark was burning like hell to get away from him, and I'm not even sure what happened next. It all happened so fast.
It must have been the mark, the bond, or something, but suddenly Alpha Drake released his hold on me and stepped back, not saying a word. Confused, I turned to see what had caused his change in behavior and I locked eyes with Raphael.
The other wolves in training gasped and backed up as far as they dared. Lightning shot through my mark just like the night we had kissed in the dreamwalk, awakening all of my senses, begging to be touched, held, anything but what was happening now.
It was like just his presence soothed all my ailments. “Come here Rayne” He purred. It was like my legs had a mind of their own and I started walking towards him. As much as I tried to fight it I couldn't. I couldn't stop it. I walked straight to him and he pulled me into his arms.
The lightning was insane, and it was just like I was supposed to be there. This was where I had to be, where I needed to be. I snuggled my head into his shoulder, “Take me away from here” I purred, my body perfectly content in his arms.
My mind wasn't though, I'm not sure who was asking, why would I ask that? I don't want to be with him, I can't be with him, No! All thoughts I couldn't control. Wynter was even feeling the lightning, she wasn't even arguing, she was saying lets go! But I couldn't, I can't, I shouldn't, but I want to.
My mind and body were in a battle and I was going to lose either way. Before I could make a conscious decision about anything, we materialized in Raphaels room. My mark was exploding with content, as if I was exactly where I was supposed to be.
Raphael let me go and I looked at his room, things seemed different from what I remember. The bookshelf was the same, but the bed was in a different spot, and the reading nook was gone. I swear the bar was a mini bar too, not a full bar. "Yes beautiful, I did some, redecorating you could call it." He purred.
Wynter was going insane and my mark was sending pulses of ecstasy through my body every time he spoke. I just kept thinking I can't be here, I shouldn't be here, but my body was saying the opposite. Raphael walked over to the bar and got us both drinks.
I grazed his fingers as I grabbed mine from his hand which sent extreme sparks of lightning through my entire body. I took the shot of alcohol and set my glass down, I turned to face Raphael and before I could say anything he pulled me into his arms.
He snapped his fingers, turned on a slow song and we danced. I laid my head on his shoulder a
nd let him lead, my mind was fighting it, trying to tell me something, tell me I wasn't supposed to be here, tell me to leave, to go...