My King

Chapter 8 - Legend of the seer.

Chapter 8 - Legend of the seer.

Marcys savage

My control slipped when the infuriating scent of his heavy desire lingering in the air, alike a lust filled tension filling up the chamber. His masculine scent intwined with his overly heavy arousal poked the monster in me, coaxing it forward from its restrains behind the barrier. It was so strong.

I curse every one of my nerves that awoken without my permission and made themselves known without my acceptance. The desire so powerful it blinded me in a dizziness, taking over every little part of my resistance. The temptation I've fought so hard against, was able to break free from the shackles I've put upon it. The desperation and need to embrace him in a fierce hold, and fuck him raw and senseless, became a dream I'll have every damn time I'm in his presence.

Help wasn't in my reach when he looked upon me with his pleading blue oceans, a desperation shining in them, I knew was in mine too. The intensity of his gaze another temptation I had to fight for and put to rest. The distance between sanity and insanity even shorter now. My wolf lost within emotional turmoil, putting a strain on every limit. His need intwined with mine, making it a thousand times more powerful, and even more out of control. It had never been so difficult and downright painful to keep the wolf in me locked and tucked away. His push on my walls, a close fall on my behalf.

My wolf and I have never really seen eye to eye, and it has created its own kind of obstacles in our co-existence. A break in our fighting unit. Sometimes I ponder on the existence of the fight - Is he fighting me because he disagrees with me, or because he can and in some sense find it funny to annoy the crap out of me.

The fact that we're on the same page with our mate situation is astounding and thick to swallow. Our blue-eyed devil has done more damage than good, but in this war, he comes out as winner. Every instinct in us is clear in their union and their demands - Run before it's too late. Every thought in our mind is telling us the complete opposite.

Stay and fight.

The conflict is felt deeply in my bones, and exhaustion put upon every bone and sinew, and a desperate wish to sleep my life away a constant battle within myself. The bed soft and cloud like, another strain put upon every bone. The bond we share is powerful, and the longer we stay in each other's presence the more strength the bond will obtain. The tree tribe building to become thicker and thicker.

A big part of me wants the man next to me, but a bigger part wants to flee like the animal I am and continue to seek the peace I've looked for my entire existence. Living for centuries might sound incredible to some, a promise of immortality a dream of many, but experiencing it isn't what it's made out to be.

In reality, being honest with my demons, and acknowledging their existence, tells me that I've been locked within myself, and I've spent centuries and thousands of lifetimes seeking the key to the locked chambers, to no avail.

Can Luka be the key I've searched for time and time again, or is he the distraction, to pull me from my goal?

The monster I became as a young boy has been my whole identity. I'm not a man, a person - I'm a monster, plain and simple. What I am is knowledge most have obtained and look upon in disgust. My name made sure of that.

The questions I've been forced to ponder on are difficult yet so simple. Can someone change their whole identity after living in it for so long. Can a monster be anything else than what it's made up to be, what the stories have made them into. Giving in to our shared bond is a choice with so harsh consequences it makes room for an eternity of reflection. Will the monster be his and his kingdoms downfall, or could we be his path to greatness. Could we ever change ourselves to fit the puzzle and be kept within the strict frame, or will we break the whole thing in two.