Revenge is Killer

Chapter Three

I was so confused. I have two mates? The king was about to lunge at his brother, but I stopped him.

"Stop. I need to think." I said holding my head. I could see the hate in the boy's eyes, they should love each other.

Perhaps I can use myself to get them to make up.

"I need to hear the story again, with detail, both sides, no lies," I asked desperately, I was confused on how they didn't share a mate before and now they do.

Oh God, what are you doing to me? I asked silently. Maybe this was my job, to make them forgive each other somehow through me.

"Brother I think you should go first, you did with everything else." The king clenched his teeth and his eyes flash red as the man plopped himself down on a chair.

"Sir I would prefer if you told your story first. I have already heard it from him." I tried to step closer but the king snatched me back not wanting me to go near him.

My heart felt as if it was stabbed and I leaned over in pain. "If I don't mark her soon, she won't survive her body will think I am rejecting her. I don't think she can survive one." I could see the concern in the other eyes.

His grip loosened and I was carried to him and placed in his lap. I was relieved immediately. I looked up to him and admired his features, they were almost exactly the same as the Kings but his seemed a slight bit milder.

"What beauty you have my dear." He spoke softly. I snuggled closer to him, loving the comfort he gave me. His face held shock and love all the more. I felt the urge to have my body pressed against his, I sat up and straddled his hips, his body held mine perfectly. I hugged him and felt his smile in my curly hair.

"You're as pure as an heart can get, as Sweet as honey from a hive, as beautiful as Aphrodite herself." He brushed my hair behind my ear and kissed my collarbone.

"Fuck." He whispered as I shivered from the pleasure. "Your skin is like silk on my fingertips, velvet on my lips."

"What's your name?" I asked shyly, I wasn't used to compliments.

"I can not speak it, later I shall, but for right now, let me mark you." He said gently.

I lean my neck opposite to the Kings. But just like his brother, he captures my lips in a gentle kiss. He lets out a moan I think it's called as he taste my lips. I whimper when he sucks on one.

He lets it go and continues down my jaw and to my neck. He stops to suck though, tugging on my skin as his tongue runs along the small patch he has.

My hips meet his hard member and he growls at me, "Ophelia, you test my patience like no other."

"I never have lost control," He said taking in my scent. I feel his teeth graze my skin before he bites down, it felt different from the kings but just as painful. "Sir." I said in an underlying tone of need, it hurt, like someone took a fork and stabbed me in my neck, I didn't like them biting me. I continued crying until he growled.

He growled and let me go causing me to fall on the ground, clutching my neck in pain. "Take her away," Horio came into the room and helped me off the floor. The King looked at me with a blank face, though his body was tense, hands clenched, he looked as if he was holding back.

When we reached the other side of the palace Horio sat me down, giving me a cloth and ice to place over my neck to stop the bleeding. "They have the urge to mate with you, to make you theirs." He sighed, and sat across from me.

"I have known them all my life, I'm slightly older by 1 or 2 years. It's difficult to see them like this. They didn't start acting like this until they were 80-90 years old. They shared everything, toys, bottles, pacifiers, blankets, food, games, woman, they shared everything. It stopped when the King had to go off to a 20-year training to become Alpha.