Michael sighed harder closing his eyes.
-Still like it, don't you? He spoke low and hoarse in her ears. - You like to know that you have me totally in your hands. So, my beautiful. Just like that.
Christina smiled as she watched him sigh with his eyes closed. Just like she always did…she was getting carried away by his moans of pleasure. His throaty hoarse sound made her remember more. A lot more. Satisfied, she nodded as she stared at him for a moment before letting herself go. In the next instant, she had him between her lips, tasting him, feeling the man shudder.
-Oh, Your Highness. This. Do as you like. Put me in your mouth. I want to feel you enjoying yourself doing this,
She obeyed, letting the sensations overtake her as she began stroking his large, hard shaft with her tongue. She was on her knees watching Michael take a deep breath when she took him back into her mouth. Seeing him lose control like that, hearing his ragged breaths and hoarse moans, delighted her. She began to suck him hard, savouring his taste, swallowing him whole, lost in the pleasures of hearing him panting.
Michael grabbed her hair, gasping as she pushed him farther into her mouth.
-You are awesome. Look into my eyes, your highness.
Dark eyes were locked on hers as he began to flex his hips. He held back as he felt her pull him deep into her throat with a groan. He longed to throw her on the bed and delve into her tempting body, but he hesitated. It was the first time she had seemed to accept his closeness. He needed to take it easy.
-Girl, you make me burn in hell like that- his voice was hoarse.. -Your mouth makes me delirious, your highness. I want to be inside you... Now... my beautiful, let me...
Christina pulled back and faced him. His eyes radiated a wild, mesmerizing glow. She shook her head. What was she doing? How had she let herself be carried away like that?
-You better stop...
-No, I don't want it to stop. His breath was heaving.
But the mere thought of going forward scared her. It was so different with Valerius every time he forced her, but even so… she lowered her flushed unhappy face.
-I... I... I'm sorry.
Michael stared at her, a teasing smile touching his lips.
-Feels a lot? Ah, that's not what I expected to hear.
-No... I can't... - She started to despair.
-Can't or don't want to? asked Michael, probing minefield.
She backed away even further.
-I can not. I'm sorry if... I didn't mean to provoke you.- The words were muffled.
Michael sighed. He wasn't lying when he said he enjoyed watching her take control. All in all, the experience had been pleasant. The girl was still the same wild, hot-blooded girl he knew. She was going to take it easy this time. She didn't need to ask to know why she was so elusive with him now. Valerius!
-I left him dissatisfied.
He shook his head.
"It won't leave me unsatisfied for long," he assured her. – Want to explain to me what's wrong?
Slowly Michael approached, flames burning in the depths of his eyes. He brought his lips close to her ear, whispering:
-You liked it, Chris!
-No, that's not it! I can't do this again. – she was scared.
-Of course, you can.
Christina shook her head. With Valerius, it was just humiliation.
-No!
-It's ok. Just try to explain to me.
-I wanted to, but...
-Chris, I would never hurt you.
-I can't.- She became bitter. She wasn't going to let him see the scars.
-Felt desire.- He said confused, Only she was afraid of him. Damn Valerius.
Michael gritted his teeth, keeping a forced smile on his face. He looked away, clenching his fists. The woman had probably been forced to accept intimacies with Valerius by forcing her to satisfy him. Her eyes glistening with tears made him burn with anger.
"I'm going to kill Valerius," he promised in an agonized voice. "I'll find that wretch, beat him to death with my hands.
"Mike!" Christina pleaded.
He shook his head tensely as he pulled his wife into his arms. She stilled, eyes closed, leaning against his chest. She felt deathly tired and unhappy.
-I'm so sorry. She stammered, swallowing back tears.
Michael held her close to him.
-This time we're not in a hurry, my beautiful. I swear to you, Chris. That bastard...
Christina didn't respond and Michael leaned over to watch her. Her eyes were closed and he noticed the woman snuggle into his arms sleeping. Despite her fear, she had trusted him even to sleep in her arms. She touched his face in a feather-light caress and tried to sleep.
He should never have listened to Richard or Morgan. He had been miserably wrong in not looking for the girl.
-I want answers. – he was quite annoyed.
In the cabin, Vladimir, Padraic, Adam and Michael stare at him wordlessly. Richard Morgan acted like a caged animal.
Tension was evident between the alpha and the elder as they glared at each other with hostility. Nobody spoke. Paddy hadn't been the least bit friendly about checking on Kassuim or helping. And it's all because of Philip. It burned with rage.
-Now, Michael already explained that it is a blood curse, didn't he? The girl then cannot assume the shapeshift.
The resentful old man stared at the cold dawn and the clear starless sky, blocking his mind against telepathy. Bloodline Maledicta? It couldn't be. It was ancient magic, forbidden and few knew about it. He had only heard comments about it. James was the unbearable girl's father. He wasn't going to kill his offspring.
-Padraic, there's a good reason the entire pack has a council of elders. Knowledge. Knowledge is power. If she can't...
-You won't be able to eat like the others either. You can even help her by sharing the blood, but it will slow down the process. You know as well as I do that every wolf needs to feed. Fresh blood. Or you might consider the alternative of trying human blood.
Rick's clenched hand came down on the table with a bang. He was possessed.
-She won't feed on human blood. It's against our customs. - He shuddered with the indecent proposal. - I want to know how to undo the curse. Now.
The commanding tone left no doubt as it echoed in the room.
Padraic was irritated.
-And you're going to use the command voice, using yourself as alpha for that, boy?
The cook's gaze went once more to the young woman lying asleep on the bed. It wasn't just a matter of not eating. Her scent. You could smell her from a distance. She exuded concentrated magic. That spell in a few days would drain all her life force until it killed her. He should tell the whole truth and let Morgan leave her for dead.
Annoyed, he recalled the attack told by Adam against the transformed. Nothing would have been strong enough to quench Richard's bloodlust if she hadn't created a shield strong enough to protect him while he was falling under the onslaught of those beasts. Like the first time. The girl's scream of horror had simply awakened the wolf in the boy. It was an affront to customs. Curse. She was a half-breed. Worse than that. The magic had to be too strong to attract transformed blood-seeking to feed on.
The ancient legends surrounding the Pieces of Four spoke that four mystic stones must be sealed with magic to restore their original power. Only an all-too-powerful force of nature would be able to unite what had been broken with the curse. The power of creation. He sighed in disbelief. For years... That just couldn't be possible.
- She's my female. That should be reason enough for you to know I'm the alpha of the pack. - Richard's voice was sharp and acid.
Padraic frowned, hurt. If he knew the truth he wouldn't be so willing to save the life of a traitor's daughter. Older tales populated his mind. The sorceress is protected by wolves. She was a descendant of the Crescent Moon. She was maybe the prophecy girl.
-There is a prophecy, boy. – He didn't believe what he did. "An ancient prophecy for all I know. They speak of a child. She would have both the blessing and the curse in her blood and enough power that she could be channelled to restore the Pieces of Four. There are even reports of a Light of Creation. A mestizo probably. These are very old stories. To restore the source of such strong power is to upset the balance of nature. In the beginning, there was no division between wolves and sorcerers. It was a unique species. A locket of terrible power was shattered when the sorceress cast the curse on her people before she died. Power is no longer unique. Since then wolves and sorcerers face off. The Cross of the Paths... is a key. Stolen from Hecate. It can change everything we know.....
Rick was losing all patience.
- Right. For more than a century, wolves and sorcerers have faced each other as natural enemies.
Paddy wore his weary face.
-From time to time. Note well. Evolution seems to try to restore balance. That's why mestizos are so rare. They contain in their power both abilities that were separated. It's in their blood.
Adam whistled in amazement.
-We know what Parts are. The Pieces of Four: the strength of an alpha, the power of a transformed, the skill of a half-breed, and the magic of a sorcerer. Come on, Cassie told anyone who would listen with that bit of the truth. But there is a ritual.
The four sources of fragmented magic. Rick couldn't believe it. That could only be why James was chasing the girl. The damn ritual to restore the initial magic. He already had Faith in his power. Philip intended to change the past?
"That doesn't explain why, being a bloody sorcerer, why James would be willing to kill my wife." – he complained.