Chapter 54
(Zion’s POV)
We didn’t wait.
Ragnar and I lunged toward her the moment the guards began closing in. She thrashed, screeching in fury, but Ragnar tightened his hold.
In a blur, we vanished into the forest.
The wind howled as we ran. Rain poured hard now, drenching everything. Thunder cracked like a warning above us, but she wasn’t done fighting.
She twisted violently in our grip, and then, sank her fangs into our shoulder.
That was it.
Ragnar let out a guttural growl; pain sliced through us, raw and scorching. My vision blurred for a second as we stumbled and slammed into the muddy ground.
The bite burned like fire. I thought it might rip us apart but it suddenly stopped.
A strange warmth rushed in, spreading through Ragnar’s veins gently. His body stilled, his mind quieted… Lily had marked
him.
I blinked through the haze, rising shakily to his feet as blood dripped from our fur.
She was standing not far away now, chest rising and falling. Her eyes had changed. It was no longer cold and hollow. They shimmered with confusion… but full of emotion and warmth.
Ragnar stepped closer, slowly. His growl was low like a plea.
“Tell me your name, mate.”
He had waited so long to ask. Now that she was calmer now, possibly out of what she’d just done.. he needed to know her
beast name.
She stared at him for a moment, then parted her lips.
“I am Ravelith,” she whispered. “Ravena and Vaelith. We are of two sides; a wolf and a demon.”
Ragnar growled softly in awe, his tail flicking once. He took a step closer.
“And I am Ragnar, your mate.” he said, voice low.
She smiled a little before leaping towards him. He caught her quickly, smelling her arousal.
She’d just marked her mate, and soon, she’d be going into a full blow heat. She’d have to be sated quickly.
There were just growls, howls, and mouths searching hungrily. They rolled through soaked leaves, their movements frantic,
wild.
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The rain poured harder, drenching hard, but neither of them cared.
Ragnar spread her legs even wider and trailed his forked tongue down to her warm entrance. He licked, circled, and drank the wetness there as if dying of thirst.
Ragnar purred in content as if snacking on a favorite meal.
He pulled back and forcefully thrust his phallus deep into her body, ramming halfway in.
An agonized, high–pitched scream tore from Ravelith’s throat.
Another hard thrust. And another. And another.
Her whole body quaked, and soon his whole member was fully seated inside her.
Ragnar purred with satisfaction, and began plunging in again. Ravelith yelped with each thrust, before trembling beneath
him.
Then he stilled and shot his seed…coating her insides, filling her up.
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The first thing I felt was the cool wind.
I stirred and stretched out my hand, expecting to feel her beside me but my hand brushed an empty space.
My eyes flew open.
She was gone.
Panic hit fast. I sat up, scanning the trees. Then I saw her.
She was a few feet away, her back turned to me, wrapped in the same cloak from the night before. She was staring at the river silently.
But her shoulders trembled.
She was crying.
Soft sobs slipped into the wind, growing louder until they echoed along the riverbank. My heart clenched.
I moved slowly, careful not to startle her. My bare feet pressed into the damp earth as I approached. When I reached her, I touched her shoulder gently.
She flinched, before turning.
Her glassy eyes met mine, full of pain. Slowly, I cupped her face with both hands, brushing a tear away with my thumb.
And then… she kissed me.
It was so soft and sudden. Like her heart needed an anchor.
I kissed her back.
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All the hurt, ache, issues… all the unspoken words melted into that kiss.
When she broke away, breathless, I leaned in.
“We’ll talk after this,” I murmured against her lips.
Then I scooped her into my arms.
We stepped into the river. The water was cool, sliding over her skin like silk. Her arms wrapped around my neck as I kissed her shoulder, then her collarbone, then lower.
She shivered in my arms:
but not from the cold.
This time, I made love to her roughly. Deeply. Like it would be my last… when she came again, I kissed swollen lips as her screams rose higher.
By the end of the day, she lay spent on the river bank, trembling with my semen trailing her thighs.
I hovered over her, brushing hair from her face.
“Can we talk now?” I whispered, and she nodded slowly.
Then I turned my arm and showed her the mark just above my shoulder. “You marked me last night, and I’ll like to mark
you too.”
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