Chapter 37

" But.. I don't want to do this, " 

Opening her eyes she became aware of the new feelings rising up inside her. Her erratic heartbeat was making her breathing come in short. And she was almost certain that he was not using his ability on her. which meant that that was her own body's reaction to being near him. 

" Can't you at least try? " 

Nuriel heard the strain in his voice. Now was not the time to get aroused, so it would have been very helpful if he could control his feelings. 

But he could not. 

He was on the very edge. And he could feel the glow in his eyes as it got ready to take over. 

Flame breathed in deeply. Closing bed eyes once more and attempting to to what he asked. She pictured what she wanted to happen in her head. Thought of the flames and tried to bring them forth. 

But the action was impossible to do with him standing so close. What she needed was space away from him. And perhaps actual danger to trigger the fire since it was evident that she could not do it on her own. 

" Stop trying to force it. It ought to come naturally, just like a smile or a laugh. "

" I.. I can't, "

He tightened his grip around her and she sucked in a breath. Trying to not let those feelings drown her . But it seemed like they had already began doing so. Her nipples hardened beneath the fabric of her gown. And all she could think about was the unexplainable wanting building up at her center. It was not her first time being aroused, but this was different. Savage almost. Like a craving that could only be satisfied if she touched herself. 

Or if she was touched. 

Either way it was beginning to get uncomfortable to the point where it was all she could feel. A throbbing that persisted until it almost turned painful. And each time she breathed in it got worse, because she scented him. And in return, she wanted him. She wanted him more than she had ever wanted anyone or anything else. 

Nuriel prayed for restraint as the scent of her arousal was drafted in the air. His reasoning became vague. And his cock hardened in an instant. Begging for her. 

The same way he knew she was silently begging for him. 

Then he recalled a conversation he had had with Victor just the previous day. 

      " Your mate remains unmarked. Don't forget that you live surrounded by unmated Dreimars. And you're aware how hot their blood boils when. they're close to an aroused female.... let alone an unmarked one. "

He had decided that he would act upon the issue. And at the moment the room right next to them was filled with warrior Dreimars in training. Most of whom were unmated. It was in their nature to go wild once they scented an unmarked female. He used his acute hearing to listen in to the next room. All he heard was silence and the low growls that confirmed his theory. 

That was not a good thing. So he stepped away from immediately even though that was the last thing he wanted. 

If anyone dared to touch her he would not think twice about tearing them apart limb from limb. But prevention seemed more logical at the moment. And in order to prevent that he had to mark her. 

Permanently. 

Flame turned to face him. Noting that something was not right. 

" Are you okay? " she asked. But instead of a response all he did was grab her wrist and take her out of there. She wondered what was going on. Tried asking him what had happened but he had his mind set on their chambers. 

" Angel? " Flame asked once they were in the confines of their chambers. Nuriel closed the doors, then he slowly turned around towards her. His eyes glowing as bright as they could be.

He walked over to her. His intentions clear. Even if she said no he doubted that he would be able to stop himself. And once there was no space separating them he placed his hand on her nape. His glowing silver eyes glued to her lips. She felt hot and for some reason...desperate. And as she watched how he looked at her she got lost in the desire that was trying to claw it's way free. 

And no words needed to be say. No explanation needed to be given. For they both knew what it was they wanted. The only difference was that while she was hesitant, he was eager. It was not about bonding her to him. That could wait. They had more than enough time to do that later on. This was about marking her. About proclaiming her as his to every other being. It was the first primal instinct of possession. To shower her with his scent so that any other suicidal male that dared to even stare at her with more than respect would know that she was taken. 

So leaning in, he captured her mouth with his. Sucking on her soft lips like he had been dreaming of doing. Then he sucked on her tongue, rewarding her with long strokes that were also a clear sign of his own consuming desire. She let him take the lead, he tasted of chocolate dipped apples. 

So very sweet she could not help but draw him down for more. 

And he gave her more. His wings enclosing her as was the requirement for a marking. He angled her head to his liking, taking pleasure in the soft whimpers she made. And when he finally broke the kiss she felt almost limp, unable to stand on her own. And wrapping his arms around her he proceeded to place soft kisses along her jaw, and down to her neck, and towards her collarbone. The need to have her was escalating by the second. Which meant that if he did not stop he would get to a point where he would not be able to. 

So he placed another heartbreaking kiss on her lips before he pulled her away. Placing his forehead on hers he shut his eyes and simply breathed in, satisfied that she now carried his scent he slowly folded his wings. Then he opened his eyes and was met with the sight of hers. Staring at him as if asking him why he had stopped. 

She was still aching. Her body was calling for him. And so was she. She did not care about the time she had asked for or about the decisions she had made to not be swayed by his appeal. All she cared about was them, right there in that moment. And about the incredible things he was making her feel. The almost unbearable need for him that was still roaring alive. 

" If I desire to bond you to me, right at this moment... would you let me? " he asked with his hand still on her nape. He was aware of the answer, all he needed was for her to tell him. 

She looked down. Not particularly sure about what a bonding entailed but having some very clear ideas. 

"I... " she wondered what the consequences of her answer would be. 

" You can just answer with a simple ' yes ' or ' no ' "

Answering that would just prove how desperate she was. And it would also prove his point about her not being able to fight him off but rather begging him to go on. Not to mention that she did not believe herself to be courageous enough to do so. But never before had she wanted someone so much that it was almost like a physical need. One that only he was capable of satisfying. So she put all those negative thoughts aside and said what was in both her mind and her heart. 

" Yes, "

Nuriel took that response and held onto it with everything that made him whole. Then with a light hold on her chin he angled her to look at him.

" Good. I want you to remember that answer for when I choose to take you. "

And it would be soon. Because his retrsaint only went so far before he completely lost it. 

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From the middle of the staircase Flame watched as the angel exited the house. He had urgent matters to tend to. She sighed, sitting on one of the stairs as she wondered just what to do. 

Not in terms of enjoyment or passing time. But in terms of her conflicting feelings and emotions. She unconsciously placed her fingers on her lips. Her eyes closed as she recalled what it had felt like to have his own soft lips on hers. It was a feeling so strong that she could term it as nothing other than magical. She even got those butterflies people were always talking about. 

And when he had said that he had to leave she had felt the disappointment that washed through her. Even now, as she sat there she could think of nothing else apart from him. 

It was all a mystery to her how she'd grown so fond of him. It was as if whenever she was close to him, an emptiness inside of her was filled. One she was not even aware she possessed. And recalling his last words to her she shivered. Whether with fear or anticipation she had no clue. All she knew was that despite all her attempts to not like him, she had ended up doing just the opposite.