You're an ethereal orb, drawing me into your depths. And I long for nothing more than to merge with your beauty. But the shackles that bind me, threaten to accompany, threaten to tarnish your radiance, threaten to drain your vibrant colors.
My beloved Collen, in this life, I'm striving for only one thing—to be able to confess my love for you...without the gnawing fear of ruining your life...
I'll become stronger, I'll become capable of shielding you from the darkness that tails me. And only then...will I be worthy of existing by your side. Only then, will I be worthy of hiding in your arms...
"C...Col... Col...", the raspy sound escapes my parted lips, mingling with my ragged breaths. My vision flickers, zoning in and out of focus as I stare at the intoxicating crimson fluid coating my hands. Each droplet that rolls down my pitch-black claws calls out to me. A face flashes before my eyes—blurred, yet framed by cloud-like white locks. "...Col..."
My gaze shifts from my deformed hands to the lifeless bodies scattered before me— their blood drained, leaving only hollow shells. Not enough... Thirsty... So...so thirsty... The sounds around me are unbearably crisp, ringing in my ears and deafening me. My muscles twitch and convulse with the electrical pulses shooting through my nerves. "Col... Col—", I keep repeating, like a broken record, swaying back and forth.
Just then, an orange-haired male tilts his head into my line of sight and flashes me a grin. "There you are!", he greets before grabbing my arms, "Why is that every time you disappear, I find you surrounded by a huge pile of fresh kills?" My eyes remain unfocused, the pureblood's words eluding me. He glances at the carnage behind him before snorting, "Only you could take down an entire pack of werewolves and come out unscathed. Impressive! But tell me, what drives you like this? Is it your instincts as a hunter or the recessive genes I empowered?"
With that, he returns his gaze to me, a smirk playing on his lips, "Told you, you have the potential~" Leaning in, he nuzzles my neck while his hand travels up my arm and entwines in my hair. It forms a tight grip and yanks my head back to gain more access to my skin as he peppers it with kisses. "Ripe for the plucking~~"
I release choked gasps and hics as the pureblood guides me backward, pinning me to a sturdy tree trunk. Pressing his body firmly against mine, he grinds his crotch against mine while emitting soft sensual noises. With my head tilted up, my eyelids flutter as I struggle to focus on the foliage above. "...Col...", the sound from me halts the male in his advance.
A deadly growl reverberates in his chest as he withdraws to glare at me. "How much longer must I endure that name from your lips?! How much longer will you call out to this 'Cole'?!", he thunders, seizing my jaw to force my gaze down to meet his. "I unlocked your true nature! I released your sealed self! And This is my reward?? You chanting someone else's name?!" With a swift, hard smack across my face, he sends me sprawling to the side.
I hit the ground on my shoulder, a sharp pain shooting through it before fading away as if it had never been. My gaze falls on the blood-stained grass, and instantly my mouth fills with saliva. My throat tightens painfully, dry as sandpaper. Even my tongue, despite the drool dripping from my mouth, feels thick and parched.
A hand clasps tightly around my neck, jerking me upright before slamming me back against a tree. I grunt at the impact, my facial muscles tightening briefly before going lax again. The pureblood's presence looms over me as he continues to speak in a language that sounds foreign to my ears, "Is Cole the only thing on your mind? Is he all that holds importance to you?!" My head hangs limply, nothing registering except the lingering scent of tantalizing blood in the air.
My chest heaves, nostrils flaring in desperate yearning for that intoxicating aroma. "You're sired to me!", the male barks in my face, "I'm all you should be thinking about! All you should be craving, besides blood!!" His other hand slips into my pants and forms a fist around my dick, eliciting an uncomfortable hiss from me as he delivers long dry strokes. "I'm the sole source of your satisfaction!"
