Mated To Him

Twenty Four

Twenty four

Zaccheus's mate's voice still rang in his ears like a Mátra when she said his past doesn't define him. He had done some gruesome things in the past that he didn't regret or feel remorse for doing them. He strived for pain and fear, and he liked the scent emitted because it brought satisfaction to his beasts. He wanted to drench himself in the enemy's blood to feel complete, but now his little mate had changed his life.

He was scared that his little mate would disgust or reject him, but he was surprised when she hugged him with her little arms. Sometimes he was afraid to crush her whenever he pulled her into a bear hug.

Zaccheus still remember how his father constantly manipulated his young self. He became a machine gun, destruction being. After he had changed to his beasts, his father had him locked up for a month without food or water. He was starved to the brick of sanity, and his mind was played with even when he told Alec to bite him because he wanted his father's approval, but all was in vain.

The abuse intensified that his body was immune to any poison, and his beasts were agitated by the solitude until they broke free in the cell. They went after their father for his blood, only to hide behind their beautiful mother.

When the rogues attacked their mother, they lost themselves to darkness and killed almost everyone around them until they e killed their father and used his blood to design the throne room.

He arrived at the throne being the faithful and just king, but that didn't stop him from killing those who betrayed him. Those who mocked them abused and bullied him. He had fun playing with their mate bond and blood ties.

He also wiped all the witches and waited for his grandfather's head, but that man kept his head nicely. He still waited for the day he would play with his head.

He felt an unfathomable joy when his mate responded that she loved his cold heart after telling her how gruesome he was—accepting him without anything. He was afraid she would reject him, and he vowed to do anything to make her stay even though if he wanted his heart - he would be delighted to give her.

He hurled his mate up impatiently as she wrapped her short legs around his waist excitedly. He stared at her chocolate orbs and growled to himself, "all mine," before he plucked his tongue in hers. He ravished her mouth, exploring every detail in her mouth, nibbling and biting her lips softly, not to extract blood but to draw a moan from her.

Her moan excited his beasts as they felt the need to sink their teeth in her delicate neck to mark her and show the world that she was theirs.

His fangs throbbed in need to stake his claim. He released her mouth quickly, turning his face to the other side, breathing softly to calm himself.

"Just a little time," he muttered to himself.

"What happened?" his mate's melodic voice spoke with worry while touching his biceps to ease his need, but it only intensified it, and his beasts were not helping.

"Do you want to mark me now?" she asked as she traced her little hand to his jaw in a simple act, but the effect on his body was tenfold, which made him groan.

A simple act, yet millions of reactions.

"Just let's stop for tonight. I want to make the marking memorable," he said, pecking her nose while she wrinkled her nose and hit his chest gently.

Their clothes were drenched with rain because of his earlier sadness. He carried his little mate to the tent in a long stride as he murmured some spell and lit the tent, warming it up.