A Court of Roses and Ice | ✔️

29 - ᎫႮՏͲ Ꭰϴ ᏆͲ

Deep question.

What is holding you back?

ᏃHᎪᏒIᎪᏁ  SᎾᏞᎪᏟᎬ -

I honestly hate being myself sometimes.

But not for the reasons you think.

I love how I look, ( sometimes ), but the reason I hate being myself sometimes is..

Being in heat.

Because guess what?

I'm in heat.

Yay!

Sarcasm.

I love sarcasm.

I use is regularly.

Yesterday when Osiris attacked, I had just started my heat and he did not help at all.

Especially when he talked.

Gosh his voice.

And when I had him on his knees?

Fuck me.

And now, he's back again.

He stares at me crazily, and I shove my sword back into my belt.

I take a step back, maintaining eye contact with him before turning and sprinting, again.

I run all the way to the cave, glancing over my shoulder to see if he's following. He is.

Once inside, I draw my sword, and he does too, looking at me.

" In here, again? " He asks.

I nod, smiling.

He chuckles, the sound doing something to me.

We charge at the same time, this time, our sword meeting in heated swings.

We battle back and forth, each taking steps forward and backwards.

His grunts go directly to in between my thighs, and I take shakey breaths.

We land a couple blows on each other, and I notice him glancing at my blood almost every second.

I haven't given him any blood in months, and I can tell it's affecting him.

I step back and land in the stream. I slip and fall into the cold water.

He stares up at me, not tripping on me like I did him.

" Think about coming back to us. " I say, thinking he's going to go back to Acradia now.

He doesn't say anything as he drops to his knees in front of me. My breath hitches as I stare at him through my legs.

He runs his finger along my leg where he had cut, coating his finger in my blood.

I grip his wrist and shake my head. " Not anymore. " I say.

He glares at me. " Why not? "

I don't answer and he crawls over me. His necklace dangles down in my face, I don't care to look at what it is.

My body betrays me and I swallow, clenching my thighs.

" Why can't I drink from you, princess? " He asks, running his hand through my hair.

He grips it, pulling my head to the side to reveal my neck.

He leans down, trailing his nose down my neck.

I don't stop him. I can't. I don't want to.

" You drive me fucking crazy. Do you know how much I crave you? " He whispers into my neck.

He starts to kiss my neck and I let out a whimper. My wolf is wanting literally fucking rub up on him, but I refrain.

He takes my skin into his mouth and I slap my hand over my mouth, silencing the embarrassing noses wanting to escape from my lips.

" Just one drink? " He whispers.

" I-I can't. " I whisper.

" Why not? "

Don't let him be your weakness.

He already fucking is.

Fuck it.

" Just fucking do it. " I whisper.

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