My Beautiful Mate [ENGLISH]

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Feeling exhausted and irritated, I became pretty ballsy and rolled my eyes. I was done with this. It's been only a few days and I was ready to lose it. "Maybe if you guys weren't such assholes! Then maybe we'd pay a little more respect!" This time I was the one to raise my voice and glare back, my body leaning forward as I stood on my tiptoes to appear less puny on the other side of the counter, my retort directed instantly towards Clay. The angriest one of the squad. Not the brightest idea, I'd admit.

Clay wasn't wasting any time in responding, he instinctively slammed his fists down on the table and stood angrily, his nostrils flaring as he glared straight at me. Azrael swiftly stood up as well and growled something to Clay in warning. This simple whisper was enough to make Clay storm out of the room, and cause the other brothers to stare silently. Blue-eyes definitely not liking one of a bit of my new attitude either and grasped my chain, yanking me harshly out of the room and down the hall.

"You should know better not to test a Dracu wolf." He snarled lowly once we were out of the kitchen and in the safety of a long, dark corridor. With one movement, he pressed me harshly against the wall and glowered down at me, his blue eyes turning navy.

Sucking in a breath, I peer up at him, trying not to show any fear before responding. "Excuse me for speaking the truth, Prince Azrael.

He narrowed his eyes and lowered his head down, growing uncomfortably closer to my face.

"Never disrespect me or my brothers again. This is my one and only warning. I have to say you're getting pretty brave. You need some discipline... As your punishment.. You have to kiss me." He whispered into my ear, probably hoping to get me flustered again. But this time I was in no mood for games or being toyed with. The tables will be turned, Prince.

I looked up without thinking and tiptoed, leaning closer to him. My hands slowly reaching up to gently cup his face and pull him down to my height, since he had over a foot of advantage over me. On that note, once his face was inches away from mine, I didn't pause to search his eyes and instead pressed my lips lightly against his.

Oh my! What did I just do?!

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His eyes widened immediately in surprise as soon as I opened my eyes to peer up at him. Our gazes met, causing my breath to get caught in my throat.

The feel of his lips, the pure taste of him was enough to shoot waves of bliss through me. Somehow, he felt familiar. Too familiar. As if our lips had danced together before. The warmth and softness of his lips both surprised and pleased me. It felt... Terrifying right on mine.

I realized my lips were barely brushing his and I was quick to pull away when his eyes and the darkness held in them never left mine. Warmth instantly spreading like fire into my cheeks. What have I done? This shouldn't feel right. It wasn't.

"You, actually kissed me." He practically scoffed in almost disbelief and began muttering more incoherent words under his breath, seeming confused, but nowhere near as confused I was in that exact moment now. Why was he so shocked? He was the one that told me to do it in the first place. So I did. I should be the upset one. I kissed my family's murderer. The horrid feelings began to rise in me.

My heart starting to pick up pace and my chest constricted against the fitted top of my dress as I watched him back away from me.

"You shouldn't have done that." His look of confusion vanished, his expression darkening and a guttural growl tore it's way out of his throat, then like the beast he was, he slammed his fists against the wall in absolute anger. Curse words following soon after. Why was he so angry? I didn't understand and didn't feel the need to ask him while he was currently trying to punch holes in the wall.

Instinctively, I flinched in fear before frustration and anger boiled out of me and I felt the intense need to defend myself. The overwhelming surge of emotions in me didn't hesitate to spill out, however, I now didn't care how mad he was or why. He couldn't just order me to kiss him, then be mad at me when I did.

So much for being obedient. Like what does he want? First for me to be respectful and obedient, then to not follow through with what he ordered me to do? I can't stand this bullshit anymore!!

By the time I grew beyond breaking point, he already had made his way half way down the hall, only to stop when I shouted out after him. Fumes puffing out of my ears. I could feel the rage burn through my veins and force my mouth to unleash it.

"Let me get this straight. You told me to kiss you, so I did. I don't know why I did, but I did. And I honestly regret it now! I can't believe I actually kissed you, the person that had my family killed in front of me. You know why I suffer from those nightmares? It's because all I ever see is my family burning to death over and over again and I keep thinking it's my fault! I don't want to be your slave anymore! You're selfish, and arrogant!... And you're... What are you doing?" My eyes widen as soon as I realized that he was storming towards me. The look on his face was murderous, but in a way he pulled it off. I would even admit he looked really sexy while charging towards me, but was too angry and prideful to ever say it.

Within a few long strides, he reached me. His talk, broad frame towering over my smaller figure, forcing me to take a step back. I couldn't breathe. But could feel hot liquid seep across my eyes, blurring my sight. My throat felt like it was caving in, so did my chest. The emotions were flooding out, too fast for me to stop. The feeling of being vulnerable, angry, hopeless, made my body go into panic mode. I couldn't control it.

My breaths began to grow ragged and short as I struggled to breath. Instantly, my hands went to reach up to claw at my chest and throat, but a large, warm, but calloused palm slid across my wrists, holding them softly above my head. What was he doing? I glanced up at him, my eyes gleaming as I felt hot tears travel down my cheeks, signaling my pain. My world felt like it was crashing all over again and I couldn't do a damn thing about it.

"It's okay." Did I hear him correctly? His voice and words echoed around in my head, why.. Have I felt like I heard it before? Of course, I knew his voice by now. But a sense of nostalgia and comfort swept  through me in a sweet caress. Calming me down from a sudden panic attack.

Then I was brought back to focus as the feel of a second, matching palm gently cupped my cheek, lifting my face. I kept my eyes on his, watching them deepen and swell with unfamiliar waves. He was an entire abyss left unexplored, there was so much hidden there. So much lost there. I couldn't help but get sucked into his penetrating gaze as if in a trance. I could somehow still feel his thumb glide across my skin. The touch was so light I began to question whether the person in front of me was really Azrael. I felt the urge to bury my cheek into his hand nuzzle his palm, but resisted only to watch in shock as he slowly leaned down, angled his head to the side, and pressed his lips back against mine.

The kiss was so soft at first, before quickly growing rough and passionate. It felt as if he's been waiting to kiss me for years. Raw need spiked the air and his lips were so hot on mine, I thought it would scorch me. His grip on my wrists still remained gentle, but firm. While he backed me further up until my back hit the wall with a soft thump. My brain started to fill with fog and my stomach was over run by desire and the constant flutter of butterflies. I could hear my heart pound in my ears when his hand slowly left my cheek and skimmed down the length of my body, to then grip my ass. This caused me to gasp aloud, surprised.

That gave him more than enough time to plunge his devilish tongue into my mouth, he began to exploring and tasting as soon as our tongues entwined, slipping slowly into a rythmic dance.