Chapter 33: Chapter 33

REYNA

A loud metallic sound woke me up. Though I was awake, my eyes were barely open and still heavy with sleep.

I was a bit disoriented. I was surprised to see that everywhere was so dark and cold; the candle had burned out.

I turned, trying to get comfortable and go back to sleep. I went to pull up my blanket and cover myself. Instead, my hand landed on something hard.

“Fuck, Kitten…” That deep, low growl instantly made my eyes pop open and any remnant of sleep disappear.

I got up so fast I gave myself whiplash. I took my hand away from the hard cock that I’d mistakenly grabbed together with the blanket.

My cheeks were on fire with embarrassment. I forgot why I was here in the first place.

I nervously surveyed my surroundings and our current situation. I was surprised to find myself half sprawled on the dying beast.

Who I was shocked but pleased to see was no longer dying and… What the hell? My jaw dropped wide open as I gaped at my beast… No, Casvan’s body.

Though he still looked a little weak, almost all his cuts had healed, except for the deep gash in his chest. The injury looked smaller and less crude than it did before.

It was healing, faster than humanly possible. I raised my eyes and met his glowing green ones.

He was watching me watch him with that same intensity, as though it was his first time seeing me. His large hand was playing with my hair, combing his long claws through the thick strands soothingly.

Surprisingly, I wasn’t scared but calm. In ways I hadn’t been since he attacked my queendom.

Despite the reminder, I still didn’t try to distance myself from him.

“How?” It took a while before I could voice my question.

“The Dakkuth heals faster,” he replied nonchalantly.

“I, I… I thought you were going to…to,” I stuttered, my throat clogged up with unshed tears.

“You had so much blood all over your body, there were deep gashes on your body, but…but now you’re…okay? You are okay, right?” I rushed out, my voice gone thick with emotion, tears spilling despite willing them not to.

Casvan cupped my face and pulled me closer.

“Shhh, Es Dar’sen (My soul), I’m okay, I’m not dying. I’m a Dakkuth warrior and Dakkuth warriors don’t die easily, see,” he growled, dragging one of my hands to touch his face.

I stroked his face, his hair, subconsciously mimicking what he was doing to me. When I recalled how I’d seen him sprawled and almost lifeless, I couldn’t help the flicker of the spine-chilling fear I’d felt surging.

I didn’t know why I cared so deeply for this beast. I just did.

“I’m sorry I gave you a scare, Kitten. We don’t die easily. I don’t know why we heal so fast. But we have always been able to, though the drugs were making it slower than usual. You wouldn’t have had to take care of me if I wasn’t drugged. I would have healed instantly.”

~This is slow healing?~ I thought incredulously.

The twitch of his lips made me wonder if he could read my mind. Without thinking, I stroked his jaw with the fast-growing, darker blonde stubble, and instantly he growled, startling me.

I yanked my hand back, suddenly feeling shy.

“Fuck, don’t stop, Kitten. You don’t know how much I’ve missed you. I didn’t think you’d come see me again. Why didn’t you come to me?” he said in a deep voice that made me shiver, his other hand making a circle in the middle of my right palm with his thumb.

“I… I wanted to, but I was afraid…,” I admitted.

“Of me? I would never hurt you,” he said. He withdrew his hand. His brows creased.

I quickly held his hand, shaking my head.

“Not exactly. I’m not scared of you, Casvan, at least not how everyone told me I should be.” I licked my lips and instantly recognized the hungry look in his eyes. My heart started beating faster.

“I was scared you’d blame me for my mother’s actions. I was terrified you would look at me differently, with hate instead of…of…”

I didn’t know what it was he looked at me with, but I knew it was deep and intense, and I never wanted him to look at me any other way. I was fighting a losing battle with tears at just the thought that he might never look at me like that ever again, but the tears fell anyway.

“Oh, Kitten, don’t you know? There’s nothing you’ll ever do that will make me hate you,” he growled, wiping my tears, his eyes glowing intensely.

“Why are you crying? You didn’t do this. I’m not angry with you, Kitten, you’re nothing like her. And absolutely nothing will ever stop me from wanting you. You are mine, Kitten,” he added.

“I’m so sorry about Jakos. I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t save him.”

He smoothed my hair, then cupped my face with both palms, his thumbs wiping the tears on my cheeks.

“It’s not your fault, Kitten. You have the purest heart of anyone I know. No one could have saved him; we both know that. Hush now,” he murmured, his voice deep and soothing.

He kissed my teary eyelids, making my breath hitch. I gasped as I felt electricity spark between us, not in the way it did with John.

Casvan’s touch didn’t burn; instead, it made my skin prickle with goosebumps and made my stomach flutter wildly. The realization was astonishing.

“You touched me and it didn’t burn,” I said, my eyes wide.

“That’s because you’re mine, Reyna,” Casvan growled, grinning smugly.

He stared into my eyes, his eyes glowing red, then green with emotion. Whereas Cassandra and her council might have scattered in fright from his strange eyes.

I wasn’t scared. In the weeks we had come to know each other, I’d come to love every part of him.

The attraction between us had only magnified. And now it had reached a boiling point.

Casvan’s other hand went back to running through my hair and scratching my scalp. It was soothing, making my eyes flutter closed in bliss.

My hand was on his inked chest, unknowingly smoothing over his heated flesh and intricate tattoos, his temperature running hotter. Maybe that was why I didn’t wake up sooner; his body heat had warmed me, warding away the chill.

The tension between us was palpable. We had both been toeing the line; that chemistry from the first time we’d seen each other had progressed from a simmer to a raging inferno.

The connection that Casvan had refused to elaborate on hadn’t helped matters. I could feel him from a long distance—not all the time, but I suspected when he was angry or irritated or his emotions were high, that was when he let it slip.

Or when he wanted to be wicked. He would let me experience his dreams. I still hadn’t a clue how he managed to make me experience it. If I wasn’t wrong, that is, and the dreams had nothing to do with him.

Those dreams in these past few days weren’t the innocent, normal dreams. They were everything I’d ever fantasized about.

They always left me wet and needy, so horny and achy all over that I’d almost cry with frustration whenever I woke up.

Now that attraction pulling us together was taut like a rubber band that had been pulled tight and then suddenly snapped.

Casvan bent his head. I raised mine, our eyes locked, his glowing green eyes searching my gray ones.

Then our lips met.

For a split second I went to move when I felt the instant spark. Afraid and a little disappointed that I wasn’t meant to experience kissing, but when it registered that I wasn’t feeling the burn but rather a delicious sizzling that made my toes curl.

I pressed closer, then gasped when those same sparks flowed between us, making me tremble.

Casvan groaned loudly, licking and nibbling my lips. Until I relented and parted my mouth open for him, then he dipped his tongue and hunted mine, sucking and licking, hungrily but slowly, still trying to teach me at the same time he was careful not to cut me with his fangs.

He tasted like mint and I wanted more.

My eyes fluttered closed. I moaned deep as I mimicked his moves and sucked on his tongue.

Pleasure sizzled, wetness gushed down south between my thighs, and I grew frantic with every second of the best feeling in my life.

Casvan groaned and smothered my mouth in a kiss that stole everything but my intense need for him. He took the lead and licked my mouth the way he wanted.

He was losing control, and when my tongue tentatively swiped over his slightly sharp fangs, not even scared that it might cut me, Casvan growled and shuddered.

My body had never burned hotter. My hand slipped into his long blond strands—so soft, like silk.

I pulled him closer, wanting nothing more than to melt into him, until we were one.

Casvan lifted me until I straddled his waist, his massive cock positioned between my parted legs, exactly at my junction.

I gasped at the same time Casvan snarled, rubbing deliciously against that part of me I hadn’t known existed until weeks ago.

I writhed shamelessly as Cas ran his large hands all over me. His growls as he devoured my mouth told me he was very pleased with my body.

We kissed hotly. His hands reached my breasts, and when he kneaded the heavy flesh, I couldn’t help moaning into his mouth.

I was so wet I had dampened Cas’s trousers right over his thick length.

I instinctively ground my hips harder. Cas growled loudly.

“Fuck, Kitten, you’re hot and so fucking wet,” he said, thrusting up against me and pressing his thick length even harder on that part of me that was so sensitive.

~Ah yes! The ~clitoris~—also called ~clit~.~

He kissed me again and again, swallowing my moans and whimpers.

When he took his mouth away and started kissing my neck, I almost yanked him back so we could continue kissing.

But this felt so good too, his fangs grazing my shoulders up to my heaving chest.

His chains kept rattling.

Cas tried to pull one of my breasts out of my uniform shirt. Instead, he ripped open the shirt, and I gasped as buttons flew in all directions.

I couldn’t help giggling—something I rarely did. Cas snarled like a savage animal.

He grinned and went to tug the torn shirt away.

“Wait, Casvan, let me.”

I placed my palm flat on his massive chest, and when he nodded, I took off my shirt, biting my lips shyly.

“Take off the other too. If you don’t want it ripped off you, I want to see your beautiful breasts,” Casvan growled, his eyes glowing.

I gulped and unclasped my bra before sliding off the straps, baring myself to him. Excitement made my stomach clench almost painfully.

Casvan purred. He literally purred, his eyes fixed on my breasts and rosy nipples that were so fucking tight they ached so bad.

When he cupped the twin globes, he squeezed and weighed the heavy, soft flesh.

I gasped when he scraped a black claw from each thumb over each nipple tip.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful, Kitten. Now feed them to me. I want to suckle them,” Casvan growled.

My cheeks flushed a deep red. As pleasure made me tremble, his growls always did things to me—it made me wet.

“Now, Kitten,” he growled again impatiently, which made me whimper.

I scooted even closer than I already was to him while Casvan waited expectantly, pressing and rocking me against his hard cock again and again. His eyes glowed completely red with the lust inside him.

“How?”

“Lift your breast to my mouth, Kitten. Let me lick and suck you,” he snarled.

Instantly, goosebumps erupted over my body at his orders.

“Ahh, fuck, Dar’sen, do you feel that? My cock is dripping for you. I could come in my pants if you feed me your beautiful tits.”

I moaned, mindless with the pleasure of Cas’s hands touching me, his deep voice growling dirty things in my ear. With his cock in the equation—big and hard, thrusting against me—it was just too much.

I lifted my left breast to his mouth. Casvan growled his approval and bent his blond head.

He captured my nipple inside his wet mouth and sucked.

I cried out deliriously, back arching at the pleasure, as he licked and grazed my nipples with his fangs before swirling his tongue around the tight bud and sucking it deep into his mouth, pulling at my very soul.

Every pull felt like a direct line to my clit.

I writhed, panted, gasped, and moaned, rocking against his cock.

So this was what the girls had been feeling and doing to each other all this while.