Desire

-CONFRONTATION-

"The reason why you feel that way is because you two haven't Mated as yet. As soon as you complete this bond that sickness with leave your body. The more you fight him and he fights you the worse it gets." Lucien says. 

"So I'm just gonna be sick for the rest of my life?" I asked him. He let out a light chuckle. "You really think my brother would go that long without completing the mating bond?" He asked me genuinely curious. I nodded. "I feel like the only way he'd come close to marking me or starting that bond is if I get in the hands of another man. He'd probably want to control that whole situation and stop that interaction from happening by making me a repellent to other men." I said quietly.

He smiled and came walking over to me. I was sitting on the desk, with my left leg propped up on a wooden chair. I had on this beautiful pink dress that went all the way to ankles. To be honest it was sexy, it held my breast at the perfect angle and it made my waist appear smaller.

My left leg was peaking out while the right one dangled slightly above the floor. He came between them and laid me all the way back on the table. Gently trailing kisses from my neck to my breasts to my stomach and then to my root.

He drew my dress all the way up to my waist. It fell down to cover half of my left leg. He went underneath and pulled my underwear down with his teeth. I shiver at the gentle touch of his lips. He brings it down my legs and to my ankles.

He kisses his way back up my legs and to my
Core. He grabs my waist and pulls me in towards his face. Before I could pull back, he plunges his lips on the lips of my core. I release a moan, that I soon suppressed as things got more intense. He started to lick and suck very quickly. I could feel my toes curling and my core swirling with pleasure. I couldn't seem to hold back from practicing yelping.

"Please, please, stop. I don't want him to." Before I could finish my sentence. Joseph came walking in. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I gasped for air. I released onto his face and grew weak. I don't know why but I could of sworn I felt him nip my inner thigh right after, I didn't remember the rest because everything went black.

The weird thing is that I awoke in their world again, I was in the room they had given to me. I got up and cleansed myself. Then I put on my clothes. I walked out of the room and down the hallway. I got to the stairs and made my way down them. I walked to the drawing room. Both Lucien and Joseph was there. They were engaged in a game of chess.

"Joseph, I need to speak with you. Alone.." I said to him. "You can speak to me with my brother here. Since you decided to have such intimate relations with him." He said. I sighed.

"I need to know where in the USA you live. So we can completely out mating bond and get this over with. That way I can go back to a normal life and you can have all the concubines you want." I said. "You won't be able to go back to a normal life after that and I wouldn't be able to touch a concubine. I'd make myself sick." He said.

I groaned. If I don't get a location, the completion of my bond, and a ring by one months time, I will let your brother mate me or I will find someone else to do it." I said. "You can't do that." He said shifting his attention from the game. "There's a loop hole with most things, especially if you use some magick. Why do you think I'm still here?" I stated. "I'll mark you when I feel the time is right." He stated. "It's crazy to think that your brother has better survival skills than you." I stated under my breath.

With not hesitation he had me against the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist. One of them revealing a very intricate pattern that almost looked tribal. I look up to lock eyes with him.

As I gazed into the eyes of my destined mate, a surge of anticipation and desire
coursed through me. The moon hung low in the night sky, casting an eerie, silver
glow over our clandestine encounter. The world seemed to hold its breath in
reverence to the moment that was about to
transpire.

Our lips met in a searing kiss, a union of two souls bound by an age-old prophecy. I pulled away and tried to push him away. He resisted and forced another kiss. I slapped him and then he grabbed my hand and pinned it against the wall. He leaned in again to kiss me. With each passionate kiss, I could feel his essence intertwining with mine, a merging of fates that defied explanation.

Then, as his lips moved to my neck, the point of connection, I felt a searing sensation, both exquisite and agonizing. It was as if a brand, infused with the power of the goddess Lilith and our confusing love, was being etched into my skin. He trailed a half dozen bloody kisses to my lips and deepened the kiss. I pull away  and he places his lips on my shoulder.

The act of being marked was a heady blend of pleasure and pain, a reminder of the
intensity of our connection. It felt like a
burning fire that I hoped would gradually be transformed into a soothing warmth, spreading a sense of completeness throughout my being. But it didn't.

With the mark came an overwhelming flood of emotions-an undeniable sense of belonging, an unbreakable connection, and a promise of unwavering protection and love. But the thing is that I don't feel complete.I felt incomplete, I knew that this was simply a way for him to keep some control over me. This can only happen in real life. Yes everything happens of a spiritual level first. It's just that this has to happen on a physical level for it to really make an impact. Everything faded to black.

"A real mark happens when there is love making and exchange of blood between the two partners." The woman said. Before I awoke from my deep slumber. The candles outed at the exact moment of my return.