THE LYCAON'S BRIDE

Chapter Six - I Need One Dance

Chapter Six

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She wanted to escape so much that she risked death?

Foolish woman!

Sean toughened his grasp on her wrists, miffed about the scene. He eyed her knuckles. Her skin was flayed from the sun's light rays. The sight agitated him.

What was so pressing that she'd willingly inflict harm on herself?

Despite her tough façade, she was inept to hide her wince from the burn. "I'm fine."

Glaring at Luna, Sean snagged her chin with his free hand. "You'll die if your body meets the sun for longer than one minute. Keep in mind that your life is no longer only yours. Attempt something childish again, I'll imprison you here."

He caught defiance reflected in her fiery eyes. "You have no right! That would be unlawful." Luna shoved at his shoulder with her free palm; but he was immovable.

"The throne is now mine, I compose the law. I'll do as I see fit," Sean inclined with a smirk, revealing his glinting canines. He looked every bit as dangerous and capable of acting on his threats. "You have around 12 hours to kill. Rest," bid Sean.

Luna let out a sigh as he released his hold. "I can't sleep, I'm too anxious to leave." She sat at the edge of the bed and rubbed her wrists. "I have a life of my own, you know. I can't stay here with you and play family. You can find someone else to 'bear' your children. You're an attractive man; I doubt you'd have any issues finding some other woman. When the sun goes down, I'd like to leave. Alone."

Sean pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled deeply. "What you don't seem to understand is that I am a Lycaon; similar to the humans' theory of werewolves. We call ourselves immortal, yet we can still have our lives taken... although it considers more difficulty than the normal means."

He rested his shoulder against the cold wall, welcoming the stark contrast in temperature. Whenever he imposed body contact with her, his skin heated. Luna sat quietly listening, whilst fidgeting with her thumbs.

"Lycaons are given a single Mate in their lofty lifetime. A Mate is identical to soulmate. A beast resides inside of a Lycaon. Everyone's beast is unique; it's what brands us each as an individual," Sean stated with pride. "My beast and I are one. Unlike human traditions, whereas a soulmate is chosen by the person themselves; a Lycaon's beast chooses his mate. No. More so, the fates decide. It's against my decision. My beast has already recognized you as ours."

"I'm sorry," Luna apologized with sincerity. "I can't be your Mate-"

"It is not a choice!" Growing irritated, he stalked towards her. "Why should I search for pebbles when I've found a diamond cut for me?"

"I do have a choice," she retorted. "Don't try sweet talking me, I'm not that gullible. I can tell how much you hate that I'm a vampire, even if I didn't choose to become this!" Luna waved her hand down her physique in a gesture. "There's nothing between us no matter how hard you try, because I can't be around someone who gives off this kind of negative vibe."

"It's true, I hate what you are," a step closer, "It's nothing different than my past conquests, who said I needed to accept what you are to bed you?"

She reeled, as if struck.

Sean's step faltered when he stood directly in front of her. It was no secret, he hated what she was. He could never ignore it. Hated that even now, as he watched her bewildered expression, all he wanted was to ease the brunt of his words for her.

But of course he would not, because he was still angry at the cards he was dealt with.

"I don't need to be having this conversation at all, we just met, although you saved me from a monster, I'm beginning to wonder if I escaped one predicament and landed into another," Luna sighed in defeat.

"Deny it all you want, you're already mine," he reached forward and cupped her cheek.

Even though his animosity was potent, his touch was gentle in comparison. He stroked his thumb against the softness of her cheek and his beast was pleased.

Luna flushed, "What are you doing?" She reclined, digging her fingers at the brim of the bed and peeked at him curiously.

"Proving my earlier words," Sean closed the breadth, and angled his face toward hers, taking in the scent of cherries.

He wanted to find out if she tasted just as sweet.

She instinctively licked her bottom lip, mesmerized by his eyes. The heat between them grew tangible. Luna felt constricted from the intensity of his look.

Her heartbeat raced.

Sean smirked at the sound, "Grant me this kiss, Luna." His thumb caressed her bottom lip; a coax for the inevitable.

Her breath hitched, seeming unable to disobey the attraction, Luna merely nodded.

Sean pressed his mouth against hers, taking his time laying tortuously soft kisses. On cue of Luna's sigh, he slanted his head, and slid his tongue passed her lips.

Ah, by gods the warmth of her wet mouth tempted his control beyond no other.

Luna's tongue met his tentatively as he leisurely explored her mouth, permitting the feel of it to memory.

Sean skimmed his tongue against her fang, and Luna grasped the back of his neck, bringing him closer to her with satisfaction. As he unconsciously pricked his tongue against her fang from the pull, she moaned at the taste of his liquid.

That's right. The point of this kiss was to remind her that she was already his due to her attraction and regardless if he disliked her being a vampire.

He didn't need to be gentle.

She was his, and it was proven that she was also affected by a Mates pull.

He wrapped her dark silken hair around his fist and tugged, deepening the kiss while tilting her head back. Eliciting a moan from Luna and into his mouth, he pressed his weight forward until her back brushed against the mattress.

Her soft body was compliant against his, fit snug like a missing puzzle piece.

Luna's hands traveled to his broad back and clenched onto his shirt, feeling her hold on control spiraling swiftly.

She thought to escape? Never! He bit her bottom lip, coaxing a purr of pleasure from Luna.

Luna sucked on his tongue, drawing more blood and raked her vampire claws down his back, tearing the material of his shirt.

Sean's hand traveled under her shawl and felt for her nipple. She groaned from the contact as he lightly pinched it through her negligee and caressed the aching nub.

Her feverish passion fueled his desire.

He kissed the corner of her mouth and trailed sideways, nibbling along her jawline and tugged at her earlobe.

She let out a breathy moan.

"You are mine, Luna," stated Sean gravelly beside her ear. "Now rest for the remaining hours, and don't think about escaping."

He released her and stood upright, leaving her sprawled on top the mattress.

Eyes low with a lust haze, lips swollen, she could only stare back, unable to respond as she tried to catch her breath.

An image forever burned into his memory.

Advancing towards the exit he disappeared with the last words, "If you decide on departing before me, remember that my beast craves the chase; and I, meting out the punishment for those who are impatient."