Midnight Pleasure [THE PLEASURE SERIES BOOK 1]

Chapter Eleven - Drystan🌶

The compound he grew up in had changed significantly since he left. It had doubled in size since he left. He couldn't help but think as he followed Dante and Draco around the compound that this is where he would have brought Melora. She would have been safe here. No one would find her. No one would hurt her. 

She would be safe.

His chest hurt knowing that he had failed her. He didn't just fail her as her lover, but also her mate. Drystan couldn't help but claim her for himself when he bit her. She tasted too good for him to stop himself. It wasn't his place to claim her, but he did it anyway. 

Draco turned around to look at him as if sensing his guilt. "We're going to get her back, brother."

Drystan nodded.

They stopped in front of a small house that he recognized. Its dark brown door was now darker with age. Vines covered the stone walls and circled the roof of the house. Drystan smiled fondly at the memories that he had in this house. 

"Brother," Dante clasped his hand on Drystan's shoulder. "You can still talk to her."

Drystan's hand froze outstretched toward the handle of the door. He turned sharply to look at Dante. "I can?"

"Yes," Dante smiled. "Through your mate bond, you can still talk to her. My mate is with her family in another compound and I can still talk to her." He motioned toward the door. "We made sure that everything remained where you left it."

"We even cleaned it for you," Draco smiled at him. 

Drystan returned his smile as he opened the door and stepped inside. He moved around the small room touching every single piece of furniture that was inside. His hand rested on the bed. 

"We'll leave you be, brother," Dante started as he grabbed Draco's arm. "We'll come and get you at sunset." They turned and left through the door, closing it behind them. 

Drystan sat down on the bed and ran his hands over his face and through his hair. He wanted to try to talk to her but didn't know if she would respond. Didn't know if she would know what to do. He wanted to know if she was safe. If she was unharmed. The thought of anyone else touching her caused his fangs to grow and rage to bubble at the surface. 

Drystan, a voice sang in his head. 

His head picked up when he heard the voice. He answered back, Melora?

You're alive? You can hear me? How? Her voice was beautiful in his head. She was panicking, but he would calm her down. 

Drystan chuckled. Yes, Melora, I can hear you. I can hear you as clearly as you can hear me.

How?

Through our mate bond.

There's that word again.

What word? He laid down as his eyebrows pinched together. 

Mate. The men who have me locked in this room told me that you were my mate.

Drystan's hands clenched at his side. I'm coming for you, Melora. I promise.

I know, she answered him. 

Any time that you are afraid, Melora, call for me through the mate bond. I can hear you and I will comfort you. He swallowed. I promise. 

It hurts, Drystan.

Drystan sat up quickly, his fangs growing again. What did they do? he growled. 

Nothing, she answered quickly. They didn't touch me. They can't touch me. One of them said that if they do, they'll die. 

What hurts, Melora? he asked slowly. He ignored the fact that they could touch her if they weren't afraid of the man who hired them. If any of them touch her, he'll kill them all. 

Everything, she answered. I don't know. Everything hurts. Without her knowing it, she sent him an image of what she was wanting at that moment. 

Drystan groaned as he fell back against the bed. She was in heat. He didn't know that a human female can be in heat. That's what was hurting her. She needed release. The image she had sent him instantly caused him to have a hard-on. 

Drystan? Melora's voice was shaky and breathy. 

I'm here, my love, he answered her. I can help you, but the pain would only go away for a while, okay?

What do you mean?

He swallowed and repressed another groan as she sent another image of him between her legs. Drystan ran his hand down and without thinking, pulled his cock out. You're in heat, Melora. When I claimed you, I should have fucked you right then, but because I didn't, it's causing you to go into heat. I caused this pain to you, my love.

Help me, she whimpered. 

I can't touch you, Melora, Drystan closed his eyes. I need you to do what I tell you okay?

Yes, she breathed. 

You're already doing it, but I need you to show me what you're wanting.

How do I do that?

Whatever you think about it, I can see. Just think about what you want me to be doing to you. Drystan groaned as another image popped into his head. I can't touch you, Melora. You're going to have to touch yourself.

I already am, she moaned. 

Fuck, he groaned. His hand started to pump his cock. Tell me what you're wanting, Melora.

I need you to fuck me, Drystan, she moaned. He could feel the shiver that went through her body as her fingers started to move faster. 

Keep talking to me, Princess, Drystan urged her. He listened for her to respond, but he couldn't hear her. Melora? He sat up in bed. He waited again for her voice but again heard nothing. 

Drystan, they're here, her voice was small and weak as she finally answered him. 

They're in the room with you? he growled. 

Yes. He could hear the fear in her voice. His hands clenched as he stood up and started to pace. They're not going to touch me. They won't hurt me. They're afraid of the man who I'm supposed to marry. 

You're not going to marry him, Princess. Drystan ran his hands through his hair roughly. I promise I'm going to find you soon and bring you back with me. You're mine, Melora. No one is going to lay a hand on you as long as I live. 

They think you're dead, Drystan. 

Don't tell them I'm alive. He stopped in his tracks. If you tell them they'll be more in a rush to get you to that man. His hands clenched at his sides. I'm going to find you, Melora. I promise.

Please, Drystan, she begged him. Hurry. They're taking me back to the carriage.