THEIR ΦΩΤΙΆ(LIGHT)

She Is Very Beautiful

MASON

" Mase, can I see you at the dungeons. I know that you're with your mate but I need you down here, like right now. "

Nick mindlinks me when I'm holding my mate on our bed. He sounds tensed, which is a rare reaction from him.

Like the bastard is ruthless and cold to others and his favorite thing is maim people.

I really don't wanna go and leave my mate here alone in bed. I don't want her to wake up when I'm not here to introduce myself to her and prep her for her punishments.

I don't want to wait any longer, she has to know who she belongs to early.

" Mase are you there, it's urgent. "

I roll my eyes at him as I picture him scratching his neck nervously.

' What stick got your ass now. Tell me what happened since I don't wanna come over to hell, I'm in heaven fucker. '

I say through the mindlink smirking. Why should I leave my mate alone?

' I can't tell you, I made a mistake. '

That sounds serious, Nick hates making mistakes. He takes making mistakes heavily and he might hurt himself.

The ass hat is my brother so I have to be there for him.

' f**k, baby i promise I'll be back in a few minutes. I didn't choose him over you okay. '

I say to my love in my mind kissing her forehead and teleport to him directly, making sure I lock the door.

I know she might be mad for

' bringing ' her to me. I know she'll rephrase it that I kidnapped her.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't caught off guard by what just happened here.

I found that werewolf rogue girl lying unconscious on the floor, puddled in her blood oozing from her neck.

Nick had a confused expression yet his brown eyes mirrored guilt.

" Don't tell me you did it. Nick! "

I said shaking him roughly as his mind looked miles away. I thought that he had r***d her, Nick ain't that type of person. But nothing can explain what just happened.

" I know, I hurt her. She was crying for me let her go. I'm a monster, I almost killed her! "

He says while blaming himself. I used my powers and healed her, but made sure she was still asleep.

I crouched to carry her but he growled possessively, pushed me aside and carried her to his room on his bed.

I was confused at his behavior, first he can never feel pity on a rogue, a werewolf at that. Also, he was acting like a newly mated vampire, possessive.

Wait, does this mean that werewolf girl is his mate? I should have seen this coming, that's why he acted like he was guilty.

I summoned him to my office for a talk, which he embarrassingly nodded.

" Tell me what happened. "

I say directly to the point right after he sat.

" Remember when you told me to go to the dungeon. As I went, I noticed a scent that made me lose control to my vamparic side. I found myself teleporting directly to her and marking her. She was pleading to let her go, she was crying because I hurt her. I don't know if she'll ever forgive me. I made her cry, I almost killed her. "

Nick said crying, sniffling and holding his head between his face. Looking so vulnerable and as a man who died a long time ago.

The Nick I know maims people and tortures giving them hell before they see it.

This crying man isn't Nick. So much change in that short period of time.

I can't judge him though, he's family and it's my duty to be there for him.

I stand up and squeeze his shoulder in assurance, he has to know I'm there for him. Always

My ears catch nervous footsteps towards my office as she pants heavenly in a panic as Nick continues to sob.

The door creaks suddenly showing a nurse, her face drained of color in exhaustion and worry so does her eyes mirror concern and relief.

" My King, Sir, My Lady has woken up and needs your immediate attention. "

She says bowing, Nick doesn't wait as he disappears definitely teleporting to his room.

I sigh in relief, I didn't want anything to happen to him.

Walking down the familiar and opulent hallway, I hear her wails as Nick holds his mate to his chest apologizing.

His mate coos him that it's okay.

I can't help but feel a surge of jealousy churn in my stomach comparing his mate and mine.

A surge of jealousy streamed through me, almost turning me green when I saw how they held each other.

Green doesn't look good on me.

I f*****g kidnapped her, didn't ask for her consent. But the damage is already done and I'm not a nice guy either, so she has to get used to her being mine.

Looking at my once clean sweat pants, I notice that they're bloody now.

I think they got stained earlier. I take a right towards my chamber thinking about my mate and our first meeting.

I definitely have to look good for her. So irresistibly handsome that she won't argue with me that much.

I know she can be a spitfire if she wants to, but I'll be there to put a leash on her neck to control her.

And to show her who she belongs to. The leash will obviously have my name tag, doing its job. Marking its territory.

She doesn't know I'm the one wearing her leash, cause I f*****g belong to her and she controls my every damn thought every second of the day.

Her smiles, laughs, screams, pleads for more, soft snores, cute heartbeat, sexy sleepy grey eyes, full hourglass figure, plumb kissable lips.

All that lives in my mind, in my dreams, darkest fantasies and every cell on my being.

She's engraved in my dark soul, entwining mine to hers tighter cause there's no way I'm letting her go.

She's mine, soul, mind her body. I'll have to die before she thinks she's leaving me.

Hell if I do, her name will be engraved in my tombstone if I'll have my body by then.

Rune will always find another body and reclaim her again. So at the end of the day she is ours, and there's no denying it.

Her body will know, it'll always follow our command like the good girl she is.

And an obedient submissive every dominant would crave for.

But she has to erase the thought of having another man apart from us, Rune and I. We will never allow it.

I'm thinking about all these while taking my shower. Last night was one of the best nights in my eternal life.

That was the first night she was in my arms, in our bed and in my shirt.

Gosh that ass, what I would do, so damn much. I can't wait to see her flustered face again.

I'm honoured to become her ruin, cause if she's gonna be mine, that's what is expected to happen.

What a perfect submissive I'll turn her to, she won't know of hesitancy as many struggle with.

Speaking of subs, her punishments are all set. My devious mind will always be a sanctuary for her pleasure.

I'm sure I can always figure things out, her kinks out. I know she's the reserved type but I can't wait to ruin her many times that she'll only crave my ruin every time.

I finish showering and head towards my walk in closet to choose an all black suit.

Blacks look good on my pale skin and add to my dark allure. Her smell of arousals has forever been stamped on my senses.

It was so sweet that I could drool by the memory of it. It's so heavenly.

Choosing black slacks, black button up and blazer, I take my black shoes and gell my hair backwards showing my features.

Many vampires have good looks, blame it on the genetics. Humans always find their features so unique.

If you look at me I look nothing older than 30 when I have 500 years. Well I stopped aging at 28 or was it 31? I don't quite remember.

Honestly you forget almost everything when you have lived that long. For us vampires, the more you live, the stronger you get.

Unlike for humans who grow weak as they become older. That's something I've never understood.

I take a deep breath in ready to blow my mind and my echoing heart racing for the most beautiful red head I've ever come across.

Since I'm in the kingdom and she's in one of my properties. I couldn't keep her near vampires, I can only trust Nick around her.

Also, she can't know that yet, that I'm the vampire king and she's their Queen.

That will have to wait until she's madly in love with me, probably after we've marked her.

I am selfish and Rune is the devil himself.

Rune is the king of darkness, so she'll also bear his mark. Knowing the bastard very well, his mark will definitely be on her ass, chest or inner thighs.

While I want mine to be on her white porcelain neck. Where everybody can see it and know she's taken.

I wouldn't mind feeding from her c**t, as she moans her consciousness out.

Having s*x while feeding is the most intimate thing for a vampire, that hits differently.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I see that I'm good enough in her eyes that she won't be able to get her sexy eyes off me.

" Man we're whipped. "

That's Rune, and I couldn't be able to disagree.

" Willingly whipped Rune. "

And it's true cause we're literally worshipping the grounds her feet touch so proudly.

But isn't every male like that with his woman and soulmate? Cause if they ain't they're missing a lot.

A smile stretches from my stoic face looking like an evil smirk thinking of who I'm about to see.

I teleport to my villa, on our door and her scent perfumes the air.

I'm sharp enough to hear her racing heart beat and short intake of air. Her feet softly pacing around the room.

My baby is nervous.

I hear footsteps towards the door and I think that's my cue to open it for her.

I click it open before she does and I'm met with a shorter woman before me. Her heels did her justice yesterday and she looks so beautiful in my shirt.

She scans me from down up to my face where her mouth falls agape. She thinks I'm hot. Her gaze feels like a carress.

I do the same for her, taking in her features and figure almost filling my shirt, and painting. She won't be wearing anything else ever again apart from my shirts.

My black shirt reached up right above her knees, giving me a view of her sexy legs which would be shaking later.

Her eyes widen when her gaze lands on my face, I notice her breath hitched.

She's going to kill me. Her heart starts racing again when I enter as she steps back not knowing where until she hits the wall.

My eyes never leave her nervous ones, and flush my body against the wall. Piercing through her soul.

Feeling her soft body against my muscled and tall ones. Her soft chest brushes my hard one as she takes in erratic breaths.

I'm enjoying the effect I have on her. Leaning to her ear, I notice goosebumps awakening on her neck where my breath just fanned.

I fight the groan and growl that threatens to come from my lips because of her scent hitting my undead nose.

" Done running baby? "

A loud gasp falls on her lips and hell if I'm not enjoying this. Loving every reaction I'm getting from her.

Teasing her while reminding her where she belongs. I didn't mean to shout at her but her defiance was starting to piss me off.

I've never loved control like I do now, controlling whatever she has to say was painfully amazing.

Oh, how I would control her orgasms and breathing the same way I'm doing now

Her body was sculpture to a Goddess, with intention. Every feature is delicately put.

I don't think I'll ever get used to her beauty.

This beauty.