"And how exactly is master Zale planning to take care of me, because you see this is a little inappropriate," Soren smirks wickedly at Zale's terrified expression, which he finds too irresistible. He couldn't take his gaze away from his beautiful face.
There's no denying that Zale was a gorgeous young man in his youth. He has soft features, including his hazel green eyes, unruly jet black hair with soft locks scattered across his brow, a pointed nose, thin flat lips, and a barely visible double chin. He has a good build and well-proportioned body.
Soren slides his right hand up Zale's spine, making it difficult for him to breathe. Zale could feel his fingertips burning on his skin even through the shirt, driving every cell in his body insane. Soren amusingly observes his expression and reaction, which is both pitiful and thrilling. Zale couldn't help but arch his back and inhale deeply as the malicious pleasure surged through his veins, causing him to slide his hands down Soren's neck from his face.
He didn't know what got into Soren suddenly and why he was acting this way. He has never seen him acting out of character. He's not familiar with this kind of shamelessness; rather he has only seen Soren as a sensible and well-thought-out person.
Nevertheless, looking at his menacing eyes that were filled with devilishness and lips spread into a teasing smile, making him look like a bastard who's having an indescribable fun playing with Zale's empathy.
But, hell if it didn't make Zale excited and crave more from his mate. He could do anything and is ready to pay the cost just to stay like this forever, tangled in Soren's embrace. His hands turned even colder when Soren started to sensually stroke his spine up and down while his other hand that was resting on Zale's lower waist deliberately squeezed the area, earning out a heaving gasp from him.
Soren smirked as he leaned in, their noses a few inches away, too pleased with Zale's reaction and noises of his heaving breaths which caused him to shift a little on the bed with Zale's whole weight on his lap. He looked straight into Zale's eyes and raised a teasing brow which made him gulp in tension. With this close to Soren's neck, the intoxicating scent emitting from him stimulates his senses even more that he feels feverish.
His breath caught in his throat, and he swallowed hard. When Soren's face twisted as if he was waiting for the answer, Zale embarrassingly opened his mouth to answer his question, but closed it again when he couldn't even remember the question. He wished he could hide his crimson face.
"Cat got your tongue master?" Soren whispered, going for his ears whose tips were pink, infuriatingly toying with his master's helplessness, too proud to be the cause of Zale's helpless self. The overstimulation of pleasure within Soren made it impossible for him to restrain himself from slamming his lips into his master's soft one by how much Zale was clinging to him.
He was enjoying every second of it, as well as Zale, who yearns for this tempting torture to be taken forward to the next step. He was gripping tightly into Soren's neck as his legs tightened around Soren's waist and he felt a stinging sensation between his legs.
"Ahh!" Soren mercilessly gripped Zale's hips and thrashed it forward, causing him to let out an erotic sound that caressed Soren's ears, making it impossible for Soren to hold it back and not slam Zale into the mattress and unleash all his deep hidden aggression on him because he knows his master probably won't appreciates such behaviour from his loyal pet.
"S-Stop!" Zale squirmed and struggled to collect his thoughts. Despite his pleading, Soren continued to rock his hips against his own thighs, giving both of them an absurd sense of pleasure. Soren, hesitant and nervous, encourages Zale to move his hips violently and convulsively by grasping his sides and guiding him while huffing in the same pulsate rhythm as Zale. Zale's face hardened as he fought to succumb to his own lust.
As the cold stimulation ran through Zale's body, his grip tightened tremendously, his chest heaved, and he began to tremble. When he couldn't take it any longer, an overwhelming flood of enchanted pleasure washed over him, making him dizzy. He shoved Soren back, causing him to fall backward on his back, and went on top of him. Zale looked at him with heavy eyelids, he appeared as if he was bullied for a long time.
"Don't tease me." Zale pants as he shyly looks at him. His eyes glistened from too much teasing. He aggressively puts his hand around Soren's neck as if he was going to choke him. "Or else-"
"Or else?" Soren mutters as he slides his hand back on Zale's back and pushes him down, causing him to fall down on him, his eyes taunting as if saying to Zale, 'You're on top of me because I'm letting you.' Zale couldn't bring himself to say it, but he was in love with Soren's domineering side and didn't mind being devoured in the least.
"Don't make me angry?" He tried to be confident, but he trembled when he felt Soren's alluring body beneath him. However, it felt like it wasn't enough for both of them.
They wanted to feel each other more, and explore each other to the point where there was nothing left to explore. In an effort to feel him more, he tried to close the space between them. Coincidentally or on purpose, Soren moved at the same time too, causing their bodies to entwine and creating a tense friction between them.
"Why?" Soren purposefully let out to provoke him and see how far he could push him.
"Because you hate me when I get angry," Zale mumbled, surging his body up where he found his safe spot that was Soren's neck and buried his face causing Soren to get high on ferocious satisfaction.
"No, I don't." Soren promised in his raspy voice I could never hate you no matter what you do."
"What about whenever I kill someone?" Zale heaved while he inhaled a long-troubled gust, moving his face and brushing his nose against Soren's heated skin with intense rapid movements.
"That just upsets me," Soren let out while resting his hand on Zale's head, clutching a handful of his hair. He breathes in ecstasy and stretches his neck to the other side to give more room for Zale to explore. "Not hate you. Now don't take it as a green card."
Zale giggled shyly at his words. He knows Soren will never hate him, and if he does, he will use his emotions to corrupt and exploit him. He understands how to manipulate and take advantage of Soren's fondness and indulgence for him.
Soren hisses in pain and contentment as he harshly bites a sensitive spot he was assaulting. The desire for lust was too strong on both sides, and the line of defence was so thin that a single hit of the next step from either could break it.
Additionally, neither was taking into account or having a clear conscience. Both seemed to be waiting for the latter to cross the line and take the initiative but were unable because of their fears.
Just when Zale was about to land the second bite, the doors suddenly burst open causing both of them to startle and inexorably separate their heated bodies. Soren almost pushed Zale off himself, seemed to have jolted Soren back to reality, and returned to his senses.
Zale growled angrily at the door and the person who dared to interrupt their precious bonding session, which began with sharing headaches and somehow ended up with their bodies entangled and brushing against each other inseparably.
"How fucking dare you-!" Zale barked at the girl who yelped in response to his rage. His possessiveness got the best of him and he didn't want anyone to see or go near his mate when they were sharing such intimacy.
"Zale," Soren snatched the enraged wolf into his arms as he attempted to shoot himself at the servant who interrupted them. The servant trembled in terror, frozen on the spot, forgetting why she had come here in the first place. She was so terrified that she couldn't say sorry before slamming the door shut and fleeing for her life.
Soren lets go of Zale after a few moments to ensure that he has calmed down slightly, but not completely. He flopped back on his back, chuckling and he let out a deep sigh.
"Wow, that was really something." He let out to no one in particular.
Zale glanced back at him, "What?"
Soren perked up on his elbow and stared at him but didn't answer his question.
"You still did not answer my question, Master Zale?" He let out playfully and started laughing when it finally registered to Zale about what he was talking about. He was just about to sulk but Soren cut him off.
"Okay, okay you should rest now. I need to go and see what's the matter, also I need to take the vampire to the register house." Soren said, putting a serious expression before getting up and taking his time to calm down.
"When will you be back?" Zale asked, he doesn't want to let him go but he knows how stubborn Soren is, he won't listen to him.
"Around five or six,"
"Alright," Zale mumbled, looking the other way. And by his tone, Soren could tell that he was grumpy.
"Come on, don't sulk now. I want you to be on your good behaviour until I return." He paused when he saw that Zale wasn't paying attention to him.
Zale remained silent like he wasn't thinking of doing something outrageous at all.
"And maybe we could continue since we didn't get to finish transferring my headache fully. I'm still feeling stressed, you see." Soren smirked when Zale turned to him without wasting any time.
Soren was gone before Zale could say something.
This damned little mate...…