My mind drifts in and out of consciousness. Pain explodes all over the right side of my upper torso. It hurts so much even if I just move my right hand. Breathing is a torment.
Behind my closed lids, memories then come flooding back. Since I seem to be resting on a soft bed, I must not be dead yet. Damn. I was nearly killed by a Berserker again. This storyline is getting stale. It happened twice now. I sincerely hope there's no third time.
Grudgingly opening my eyes, I turn to look at my surroundings and see Keenan sleeping in a chair beside my bed. He's alright. He looks unhurt. The ends of my lips form into a smile unconsciously. Keenan must have kept watch over me last night. Forgetting my injury, I lift my hand to touch him but have to stop immediately because it triggered another round of pain.
Sounds of my movement must have alerted Keenan and he rouses from his sleep. A pair of unfocussed sleepy blue eyes glances over to me. Seeing that I'm awake, his foggy mind clears quickly. Taking my hands gently into his large ones, he reprimands sternly, "Stupid pup. I can't die even if I want to. I am an immortal, unlike you. Didn't I always tell you to stay behind me as back-up? You shouldn't rush headlong into danger, you idiot. My heart nearly stopped beating when I saw the claws protruding out of you".
Kissing my forehead when I wrinkle my nose in objection, he continues, "You're extremely lucky the Berserker only punctured your lung. If it had decapitated you or rupture your heart, you'll be dead, regardless of how good the werewolf healing power is".
"I'm sorry I defied your orders. I saw it reaching for your heart. If your heart ruptures, you would be dead too. Since you're the only one capable of taking on these monsters, your life is more important than mine. Moreover, my body reacts on its own and simply rushed out to shield you. I wasn't out to get myself killed, you know," I remark contritely.
"You sweet idiot," he murmurs as he gathers me in his arms and showers soft kisses all over my face. "My heart wouldn't have lasted if you died".
He's in a weird mood today. He's mellower than usual when I make mistakes. I'd expected a harsher scolding than this. But his kisses feel nice. I feel appreciated...treasured, despite his sharp words.
When I didn't stop him, he lightly licks the edges of my ear, eliciting an unbidden moan which escaped my lips. I feel a furious hot blush on my cheeks.
What's he doing? Has he gone daft or did his personality undergo a switch with another while I was out of it? All this while, he had never expressed any interest in me as a woman. What brought this on? My eyes rounded in surprise as I lay immobile on the bed, his arms around me pinning me effectively.
Recovering from my embarrassment, "Yuck, stop, your saliva's making my face sticky," I jokingly protest, my left arm pushing against his chest. Momentarily pausing in his kisses, he lifts his face above mine, he playfully murmurs, "Then I'll stop lavishing kisses on places where it's not supposed to be".
Locking eyes with mine, he moves in slowly towards my lips, as if giving me a chance to refuse. When I remain silent, he plants his perfectly shaped lips firmly against mine while his hands cup the sides of my face. Nibbling at my lips tenderly, he keeps his kisses light and soft. Lightly grazing your lips over mine, he then gently runs the very tip of his tongue over my lower lip a few times.
My heart beats a rapid staccato and I don't want his kisses to stop. I want more. This isn't enough. Opening my mouth, I suck on his tongue. A deep growl escapes from him and it sends a vibration down to my core. He aggressively takes the kiss deeper and we kiss each other harder, wanting to get under the other's skin. I want him. More. I want to touch him. Bare skin to bare skin. My body writhes restlessly, seeking more heat from him.
Unconsciously, my arms rise to wrap around him, wanting to bring his warmth closer to me. I'm boiling inside and yet I seek his heat. Pain strikes the right side of my body and I wince, breaking the kiss.
Coming to our senses, we pull our lips away reluctantly. Keenan rests his forehead against mine and stayed there for a few seconds while both of us pant heavily, catching our breaths.
"Get well fast. We'll continue this once you're fully recovered," he grudgingly muttered, straightening his body. His hands stroking my face, he leans in. Lust shining in his eyes, "I'll satisfy my craving for you by doing this for now," he gives me a brief kiss before nibbling his lips down to the side of my neck. Where he suck. Hard. Then I feel two pin pricks where his fangs bit into my neck.
The sensual contact bows my body backwards and I tilt my head to allow him better access. Moans escape my lips as I give in to the pleasure of him marking me as his. He licks the hickey and his bite of possession when he's done, triggering another moan from me.
"Mine," he growls possessively in a low voice.
Unwilling to be outdone, my left arm hooks him in place as he goes back to kissing my lips passionately and I kiss my way down to the corner of his lips and my tongue licks down his neck. A sexy growl rumbles in his chest as he eagerly anticipates what I'm about to do.
I suck hard at the side of his neck and left a big hickey like he did me. Aroused, my canines extend and I bite down on his neck. Licking the wound I made, "You're mine too," I growl, a sense of completeness filling me.
Our hands reach for each other again. But before I can hug him close to me, my muscles on the injured side spasm in protest and I gasp in abject pain as I curl into a foetal position.
Keenan hurriedly wraps me in his arms and whispers coaxing soothing words into my ears. I'm not sure what exactly happened but the pain immediately subsides to a low thrumming, not as debilitating as previously. Settling me down more comfortably, he kisses me on my forehead before parting, "Get well soon, love," with a sensual promise in his eyes.
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Sinner
HorrorChased by a black formless mass, she runs for her life and discovers more horrors waiting for her.