The Cold She-wolf

Chapter Eighty-eight: a step back

Krystal's POV

   I groaned in pain as my core throbbed, causing my legs to tremble. The tremor made my legs weaken, causing me to fall forward for the umpteenth time. I leaned on the bathroom sink, my breath coming out uneven and ragged. My eyes gazed at my reflection in the mirror and I felt sorry for myself. My hair was disheveled, most of them tangled and scattered over my face. Bite marks spotted my skin, especially my neck and breast area.

   Last night was both pleasure and hell, mostly hell. If hell felt that good though, then I guess it isn't a bad place. Still, it made me realize that I'll need to work hard on my stamina if I'm to keep up with Merlynn—a lot of work. It was like he was unleashing all the weeks of sexlessness on me. He made me stay up all night and destroyed my body. His vampiric side came to life as well so I lost a lot of blood to him. Fucking a werewolf is hard enough, but a caged vampire who's now obsessed with my blood, yeesh!

   I only got to sleep somewhere around 7 am, and he woke me up three hours later for another round. He wouldn't take no for an answer and I was too weak to push him off. I was able to sleep again after that, but I needed to take a leak so I ended up waking up.

   I couldn't walk at first, like literally. I managed to stagger my way into the bathroom but micturating was one hell of a job for me. My pussy hurt like a bitch, as if it was being steamed alive. This shit called sex is like fucking karma to me. How did it reduce me to this? My body wasn't healing faster either. I soon discovered that the pill had a side effect; it weakened my self-healing. I needed to learn how to handle the heat of sex before the pills do something to me.

   Running my fingers into my hair and sweeping the messy locks out of my face, I sighed exhaustedly. My stomach throbbed painfully because of that action, making me groan again. Goodness! It's true what they say, too much of everything is bad. He even managed to leave bite marks on my face!

   I rolled my neck around with a frown, it had love bites and fang marks scattered all over. I looked at my hands and they shared the same fate. Merlynn is an animal! "This can't happen again," I muttered. I'd already managed to take a shower. I pushed my weight on the sink and propelled myself away from it. I reeled backward a bit but I managed to gain my footing, ignoring my screaming core. I walked a bit but when my legs wobbled, I had to use everything around me to support myself.

   I walked out of the bathroom, still using the wall to support myself. My heart skipped with fear when I didn't see Lynn in bed. I bit down on my lip, groaning as I thought of what that meant. It can't be. He better be satisfied or imma pluck his dick out!

   I managed to reach the bed and plopped myself on it, breathing like I just ran a marathon. I attempted to lie down but the sheets reeked of both of our arousal, sweat, and cum. It also had the scent of my blood in it, and my blood also stained the sheets. Not only the bed. Since we didn't just have sex on the bed, the whole room smelt like that too. What annoyed me most was the blood stains scattered almost over the room. I've lost a lot of blood.

   I felt dizzy and a bit nauseous. Part of the reason I wasn't healing fast was because of the blood loss. Who told me to date a vampire again? «Don't be hard on him. He's a sex addict who didn't have sex for a long time. It's only natural… I think,» she said with obvious uncertainty. I wasn't mad at him, instead, I felt challenged. Lynn showed me new errors in my perfectly trained body, the body I swore had no more weakness.

I've been challenged to maintain that record.

   I looked towards the open door as he stepped into the room. Lynn had a couple of cleaning supplies with him. I cursed under my breath when I saw him. He looked even sexier than the previous night. He was wearing a big blue shirt, red gym shorts, and some kind of black sock slippers. He tied a red bandana around his head and had a black headphone around his neck. His disheveled hair and the bandana gave him a sexy appearance that wasn't good for my heart or my recuperating body.