"Please don't stop, am really enjoying the show. It is very entertaining."
By her side, she felt him tense. As Alex's face hardened and his fist by his side clenched. He was angry now, he wanted to know her name, and enjoy the moment of finally finding his mate but the stupid man is interrupting. Still, he didn't face him, he kept his back to him as his sight never left hers, drowning in her beauty instead.
"What's your name sweetheart?" He asked, still insisting on knowing her name.
"Ahh?? M-my n-n-name??" she stuttered absolutely stunned by his impatience to know her name.
Is he crazy, this is not the time to cheat-chat we could be killed, I could be killed and knowing my name is not going to help me with that! She internally screamed. Her eyes never leaving the creature behind.
"Yes your name, I want to know your name. And don't worry about him he can't hurt you, and he won't reach you even, no one could. Am here. I will protect you, always." His words were a promise more than a statement.
The sound of bones breaking, pulled her out of her daze. The man behind was now changing. His body was twisting and rearranging his form. His skin became darker, more greenish. His hands became taller and instead of fingers, claws now took place. His legs changed correspondingly; they become shorter and more like paws. His face… well his face exposed the hidden monster that he was. With fangs coming out of his mouth and one eye above his half nose. The man finally showed his true self, his true nature.
"Now you will remember Eros as the one who ended your life." The monster known as Eros now announced in animalistic way.
She was shaking like a leaf, her eyes were wild like a saucer and her breath went faster than her heart could handle. She was on the verge of collapsing, fear taking all over her senses and mind. She wished if all of this could end, that it all turned out to be a bad dream and she will wake up in her bed like she always does. But none was a dream, all of this were her own reality, her own real nightmare to deal with, even if she was unconscious to how would she survive it.
Her nails dogged into her palms drawing blood as an attempt to pull herself together. But Alex's hands stopped her.
"I can smell blood, you are safe. You are mine, he can't get to you."
His words held more than reassurance, worry? Maybe, concern, unquestionably.
But his words held more than that to her even, her mind saw it as a direct threat to her, unsaid promise that her end was his to decide; you're mine.
God, he wants to eat me instead. Oh God, oh God someone help me.
She tried to pull her hand away from him, but he prevented her from doing so.
"Don't do that." He warned "don't draw yourself away from my touch. Never again."
His tone said it all: he was possessive of her already. His voice declaring that he was at the edge. His self-control is at the verge of breaking. Thoughts of claiming her, putting his mark on her while drowning them in never ending sex. IT Was so tempting that he had to bite his tongue to remind himself that this wasn't the time nor the place to do so. He won't scare her, he vowed all at the right time.
Eros roared from behind. His hands spread wild on both his sides as he jumped high in the air and speeded towards them. His mouth wild open and ready to strike. His paws become long and sharp. With tail like a knife swaying from behind just as a scorpion ready to raid.
As he was inches behind them, Alex moved around and raised his hand stopping Eros in midair. He was trapped, struggling to get free. He tried to scream, but his throat was blocked, cutting his voice from getting out.
Anna on the other hand, stood speechless, watching carefully what is about to happen. But for Alex he was infuriated, at how dare a mere commoner try to harm what was his, or even to try and put a fight with him. His top soldiers feared him in a training session, when he will join them to test their abilities. How come this stupid, half-brain dare.
He raised his hand high, and in return Eros moved with it. His movement indicated his suffering and worry, but he masked it well behind an angry face. His lips moved in cursing, and even if he was mute- thank god for that- the man was definitely full with wide, rich vocabulary. The kind that will assure your death sentence if you used it in the presence of your parent.
His hand slowly lowered to lay by his side. Yet Anna couldn't but notice that his fingers kept moving in a small circles. The delicate veins in her temple throbbed as she tried to wrap her mind around this:
A red loop this time appeared behind Eros. A wider one with different runes than the one before, and inside it another circle moving against the first with heightening speed. Soothingly four decaying brunches dimly dashed through the red ring, thoroughly breaking through his two hands and legs. The agonizing pain was obvious and unquestionable. He was breaking bit by bit, losing the confidence he brought with him, replacing it slowly with fear, and terror.
Anna internally laughed at the circumstances, a while before she was at his place begging for her life, and now he was in her shoes. Being played by another predator, hunted viciously by a stronger player. Indeed the world was a big jungle, built by a hierarchy of the strongest. To eat or be eaten.
And the small voice inside of her brain, the one that we call selfishness, and excessive ego screamed in pleasure let him suffer.
And suffer he had.