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FIRE & BLOOD

"You can't let her live, she can create more hybrids." Silas nods at him "I know."Silas answered, and I flinched. My entire body recoiled. His Jaw tightened. Hands trembling, I scuttled backwards for the door, unable to look away from the glaze of hurt on his face. "I'm sorry," I whisper and I wasn't sure why I was even apologising. I turned around, blindly staggering out the door into the cold. Picking up my foot, I started running. Running as fast as my feet could take me. He wanted to kill me, a ragged sob left me. Running further into the trees, everything that happened between us was forgotten....... There was no warning, no sound, nothing. An arm circle around my waist catching me, I shrieked as my feet slipped out from under me. My feet dangle in the air. I knew who it was before he even spoke. Rage feels all this because of who I was. I punched at his back as he throws us into the snow. "Don't ever run from us." He growled, yanking my hair back. His eyes were fully black and fangs out, then he struck. His two fangs ripping into my skin, pain lanced my neck, causing my entire body to jerk. The burn travelled all the way through my body, this was a different feeling from him feeding. I couldn't move, I was paralysed in his arm. I felt warm liquid entering my body, I shook as it mixed with my blood. I could feel him in my entire system, everything changed. The intense hurting became something else, something overwhelming in an entirely different way. A new ache flared inside me, heating my blood until it felt like every part of me was filling with molten lava. He wasn't killing me, he was marking me The world where humans have been gone for years. Were werewolves, witches and demons rules. Lyanna snow was found in the woods by a farmer, taking the little girl back to his village with shock. How a human come to find herself in their woods. Deciding to let her live her life with them, one human in the midst of werewolves. King Silas has ruled over the witches, demons and werewolves for hundreds of years as the last of the Lycan. For years the same nightmare has hunted his sleep, the moon goddess calls for him, warning him. He sees the world he fought for turning into nothing but ashes at the hands of a woman. King Silas goes on the hunt for the witch, town to town not leaving any stone unturned. *Warning* 18+

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Chapter 15

Lyanna's pov

My wide eyes were unseeing as the heat filled my chest, my stomach, and pooled in my senses. His mouth tugged on my throat once more, and this time, that pull went straight to my very core. My body jerked with a flood of pounding arousal.

He groaned, his arm tightening around me, and I felt him, hard and thick against my back. I gripped his arm as tension coiled inside me—

Without warning, he ripped his mouth from my neck but I still felt him around me. He let go, and I stumbled forward, nearly falling. Trembling with confusion and the desire still sparking inside of me, I turned to him. It was his desire I felt.

He stood several feet from me, his chest rising and falling with rapid, short breaths. His eyes were wide as if now realising what he did. Red smeared his lips. I lifted my hand, pressing it to my neck. Wet warmth greeted my fingertips. I took a step back.

"What did you do!" I ask in disbelief "Why did you do that!" He ran his tongue along his lips, closing his eyes briefly, letting out a rumble. His full lashes swept up, and his pupils were so dilated. Attacking his chest with weak punches. "I hate you!" I cried, knowing what this meant. There was no escaping him now.

Before I could figure out what was happening, he was on me, throwing me against his chest before jumping into the trees, the cold wind slaps my cheek as we kept jumping from tree to tree leaving the town far behind. He stops when we reach the frozen sea, he jumps into a cave opening before dropping me, wincing in pain when I heard the sound of bones breaking. I sat up against the cave wall, seeing Silas deeper inside howling into the darkness. He came here to shift because he was about to mate with me. I've seen it happened with shifters when they mark each other, rocks vibrate from his scream. Without warning I felt his pain, I could feel every bone-breaking twisting and breaking causing me to cry out. Suddenly the cave was silent, I can hear the waterfall. A low snarling came from Silas, he appears in front of me, nails drawing on the wall. My neck strained from looking up at him, black thick fur covering him. Long snout and fangs. His blue eyes glowing in the dark, I stood up slowly, stopping just at his waist. He was at least ten feet tall, his wolf-like ears twitch. Shivering, my nightdress wet from the snow now clinging onto me. His long claw comes just before my breast, ripping my dress off my body. Breathing hard, his long tongue comes out licking my nipples. I did know was that I was starved for him, right or wrong, I wanted him.

That's why I didn't fight him when he picked me up, bringing me to his large chest. The contrast of the heat for his fur body pressed to my front drew a gasp from me. I didn't think he heard it as it was caught up in his hungry sucking.

He rocked against me as he slid his hand over my waist to my hip. We moved, straining and gasping. His teeth caught my nipple. A brief sting registered, and he shuddered, growling as the metallic taste renewed.

"More," I whispered before I could even think about what we were doing, what he'd done—how he was. He grunted, understanding me. He reached between us, his finger snagging the front of my cloak, flinging it nearby.

"I can feel you," I murmured, his arousal consume me. I dipped my chin, seeing my breasts. He was staring too, his hand tearing at what's left of his trousers as his eyes tracked the streaks of blood dried along my stomach, moving over the hardening tips of my nipple with his tongue. He licks my skin as he settled over me, between my legs, and then things...spun. There was no slow seduction this time, no long and drawn-out caresses and kisses.

There was a pinch of discomfort, but it quickly gave way to the aching, pulsing pleasure, and there was no room in my body or mind or between us for there to be anything other than what we felt. It was just him and me and this need I didn't quite understand.

There were only the sounds of my slickness around him, our bodies coming together and parting, my moans and his grunts. He stretches me inside as I settle to his size. His lips and those sharp teeth gliding over my throat. His actions elicited a shiver that curled its way down my spine as he stilled above me. Was he...was he going to bite me again? Instead of fear, there was a rush of wicked heat.

The pain from his fangs had been brief, and what had come afterwards...

I squeezed his large shoulders, too lost to even remembering this meant I was accepting him as a mate, too far gone to think about the consequences.

I felt his tongue against my skin, circling and laving over the sensitive mark he'd left behind. Then he lifted his head. I saw his eyes long enough to see that his pupils had darkened, even in his Lycan form he was losing control.

And then he was moving again.

His hips retreating and then pushing back in, rolling and grinding as his fingers played with my breast. He moved slowly now, so lazily that I felt as if I were being strung out. I shuddered under him, slipping my hand into his fur.

The tension was building again, coiling until I couldn't take his slow, measured movements any longer. His teasing grinds and rolls. I lifted my hips, trying to urge him to move faster, go deeper, but he held back until I cried out and pulled at his fur.

He half-laughed, half-growled as he lifted his head. "Faster," I moan feeling his deep inside me

Heart racing out of control, I squirmed under his weight. My lips parted on a sharp inhale when the mark on my neck glows.

He stilled once more, his eyes luminous. I knew what was happening, the moon goddess had accepted our mating. I was now his until death.

"You're a bastard, I'll never forgive you" I whispered

One side of his lips curled. I wanted to deny him. Gods, I did but the need to release was unbearable.

My grip tightened on his hair as I yanked his head down. There was a flash of surprise in those glowing eyes. He snarled as I lifted my legs, curling them around his hips. Taking advantage of his surprise and tapping into my anger, I rolled him onto his back, I sank on his length, my body shockingly flush with his. My shout ended in his groan as I planted my hands on his chest. Gods. The fullness was almost too much. He was too big.

"Oh," I whispered, taking ragged breaths. My toes curled in when I start moving

His hands went to my hips. He lifted me a few inches and brought me back down. A deep sound radiated from him. He grunts, head falling back.

I wasn't sure what he meant by that, but I mirrored his movement, moving up and down. My palm slipped, angling me forward. A spot deep in me was touched, sending out bolts of intense pleasure in waves. "You like it?" I breathed, overwhelmed with the need to please him.

His hands tightened on my hips.

With each move of my hips, that spot was touched, and more streaks of bliss shot through me. Before I knew it, I was moving faster above him, and I knew he was watching me as my eyes drifted closed, and my head fell back. I knew his gaze was fastened on my breasts and where we were joined, and that knowledge was too much.

The tension whipped out, shattering me. I scream out as I shuddered, body spasming as intense shards of ecstasy sliced through me.

He moved up when I was still, my body and inside twitching on him. Using one hand to cover my waist and thrusting his hips against mine. His mouth claimed my breast his body did the same, pounding against me, into me until the pleasure seemed to crest once more, the fierceness shocking as he seemed to lose all sense of control. His large body moved until he pressed hard against me, he roars spilling his semen inside me I blackout for the intense feeling.

I didn't know how long we lay there in the cave, our hearts and breaths slow to steady, my grip still tight on his shoulders. After some time I feel his bone shifting back to normal. I became aware of his thumb moving along my waist in motionless up and down sweeps. I winced as he started to ease out, his cum flowing out of me.

He halted, brows furrowed. "Are you okay?"

"Yes." I closed my eyes too weak as he remained still for several moments before moving to my side.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Look at me and tell me you're not hurt."

My eyes opened, and I looked at him. He was raised on one elbow. "I'm fine," I say before closing my eyes.