Emily
"Amore."
His voice was deep and husky. It made me melt over. His eyes...those warm hazel eyes...I couldn't stop staring at them. I could hear footsteps and people talking. I could hear checking on mom, and Theo checking on Cheryl. I glanced away from the hazel eyes for a second to look behind him at Theo.
The stranger seemed to notice and growled. "You only look at me," he announced.
I jolted and turned my gaze back to his. Those warm hazel eyes were gone but now replaced with the black ones that lead into an endless abyss. I took a deep breath, trying to maintain eye contact.
He removed his hand from my wrist and took my hand instead. His other arm snaking around my waist. "Beautiful," he said, kissing my hand.
I could my cheeks heat up. Did he just call me beautiful?
I glanced beside me to see my parents had worried looks on their faces. Ian's holding mom in a death grip, so she won't collapse from the intense aura around this person. My eyes then go to Cheryl and Theo. Theo's expression is also filled with worry. I guess Cheryl explained everything to him. I could feel the eyes of everyone in the ballroom on me. Looking at me like I'm some sort of artifact in a museum.
Before I could react, I felt the arm around my waist tighten, and a hand against the side of my head. I heard a growl before a pair of sharp teeth plunged into my neck. I screamed. The pain only lasted for a second before I felt pleasure. I held in my moan because I didn't want anyone to hear it. Instead, I gripped the man's shirt, trying to send him a signal to let go.
Unfortunately, it didn't work. He just kept his teeth in my neck until my body went limp. My arms dropped to my sides as he released his mouth from my neck. I could feel small trickles of blood oozing out of the wound. I then felt a tongue sweep over the injury, and my vision began to blur. I could hear my mother screaming, and Ian trying to hold her back. Telling her that it was alright.
The last thing I saw was the face of that stranger, who now claimed me as his in front of the entire supernatural world.
***
I can hear someone calling me. I don't know who it is, but they are familiar. I can't open my eyes because I'm so tired. But I can hear them very clearly.
"Your trials await you."
At that moment, my eyes shot open, and I take in a sharp breath. Hear is beating rapidly, and my lungs are gasping for air. I try to calm myself when the memories of flood back in. The party and him...
My fingers graze the spot between my neck and shoulder. I feel light shivers run throughout my body. So, it wasn't a dream. It was all real. I try to move, but feel an arm press into my stomach. It was then I took a good look at my surroundings. I was in a bedroom. A large window was behind me, and the bed was facing the door. Beside the nightstand were two more doors. One of them had to be the closet and the other was the bathroom.
Taking a chance, I turned my head to see the most handsome face I had ever laid eyes on. The man from the ball. I try to move again, but he only tightened his grip, even more, pushing me into his stomach. Suddenly, I noticed how my skin was touching the silk sheets. My feet were bare, and I could tell that I was not wearing my satin dress. I looked down, and I saw myself in a T-shirt.
OH MY GOSH!
I screamed. Like horror movie scream! A girl about chainsawed to death scream! The arm around my stomach loosened, and I jumped from the bed. I was wearing only a T-shirt! I checked inside the shirt and prayed my underwear was still on.
And low and behold, my bra and panties were still on my body. A sigh of relief escaped my lips.
"Come back to bed," a husky voice commands.
I look up to see the stranger on the bed. Eyes staring straight at me.
"Who-who are you?" I ask, trying not to be intimidated.
He gets up from the bed and walks toward me. In mere seconds, he has me pinned between the wall and his chest. "I'm your amore, and you are mine," he whispers, taking my hand and kissing the back of it.
"I know that, but what's your name?" I ask again. "You owe that much and more, considering you marked me in front of the entire world."
He's about to kiss my hand again when I pull it away from him. He gives an angry stare, and I glare at him.
"My name is Zyair," he replies.
Zyair? I know that name. He's the son of the Lycan king and queen. He's the third prince!
"You're Prince Zyair?" I ask.
He gives me a smug smirk. "That's right, my little witch, and you will be my princess."
His face moves closer to mine, and I look away. I can't look him in the eye right now. He marked me and even changed me...wait...he changed me?!
"Did you change me?" I ask with a warning tone.
Again, he smirks. He leans forward until I can feel his breath on my ear. "I've marked you, so it only makes sense that I see you naked."
I gasp. This bastard! I'm not one to curse, but for the love of all things magical!
He wraps an arm around my waist and lifts my chin with his thumb and forefinger. "Technically, you've only been half marked," he corrects himself.
I raise a brow at him. "What do you mean?"
"Oh, come now, Amore," he chuckles. "Surely, you know how Lycans and werewolves mark their destined ones. We don't just sink our teeth into you. No, no, no. We kiss you all over. Starting from your lips."
As soon as he said that, his lips captured mine.
"Then we go to your jaw."
He starts to leave feather-like kisses on my jaw, and then he trails down to my neck.
"Then your neck."
I try to hold it in, but I can't. A moan escapes me before I could stop it.
"Then the place we plan to mark you."
He licks the place where he marked me and I feel myself pushing against him.
"And then, we go all over."
His eyes flashed black for a fraction of a second. His Lycan must be turned on. They always are. In the words of my aunt, "those Lycans are as horny as rabbits!"
I chuckled at the memory.
"Is what I said funny, little witch?" his voice got deeper.
Uh oh...