CHAPTER 4; LOVE FROM LUST
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Adraigo
Alpha Agra’s Kingdom
“Please stop! Stop!” Kira’s cry broke the silence, her legs helplessly draped over my shoulders as I drove into her with unrelenting force. Her voice wavered, almost a plea, but the sound only pushed me further.
“I’m sorry,” I groaned, sweat rolling down my brow. “I can’t… you’re too sweeeeett.” my tone was thick with hunger, desperate, as if her very body had bewitched me.
My rhythm grew harsher, each thrust stronger. Just as climax was arriving, a sharp bite clamped into my neck. The teeth weren’t like a wolf’s. They were finer, longer fangs and they pierced deep enough to draw blood.
“Arrrgh!” I roared, pain tearing through me.
And then darkness.
I jolted awake. Another dream. The third one this week, always of the nun. The details changed, but the ending never did: the bite, the scream, the blood.
Lying there in the dim glow of my chamber, I pressed my palm against his neck. “Weird,” I muttered, voice hoarse. Nothing was there, but the sting lingered. A restless ache spread through my body. The dreams left me s*x-starved, tormented. And always, her face haunted me ,the hazel eyes, the white hair, lips soft as temptation itself. The virgin I had once taken. The only woman whose memory could still shackle me.
Restless, I grabbed my phone.
“Hello, Veronica,” I said, my voice low, commanding.
Veronica, his assistant and occasional lover, answered with a spark in her tone. “Sir, I’ve been expecting this call. I can’t wait to—”
“Get yourself ready. I want you today.” my words cut short whatever she was about to say. For a moment, I stared at the phone in my hand, unsettled by how even the device felt strange against my skin. These dreams were changing me in ways I could not understand. Before Veronica could respond, I ended the call.
Albany, Los Angeles
Alpha Agra’s Company
Morning light spilled across his office, showing the edge of the massive desk where Adraigo sat.
The door opened, and Veronica entered carrying a stack of files. “Sir, these are the documents for this week.” She laid them on the table neatly before him, flashing a smile. Her blouse clung to her curves, the cut low enough to expose her cleavage just like an invitation.
My gaze lingered. My voice, low and edged, broke the silence. “It’s fine. Now… take off your clothes.”
“Yes, sir.” Her reply came almost too quickly, tinged with ecstasy. She stripped with joy, falling her clothes just at her feet.
I opened his desk drawer, slid on a condom, and stepped between her legs as she sat herself on his desk. I thrust forward in her then froze.
A searing pain gripped me, sharp and itching, not the pleasure I expected. I withdrew, tried again, and the same unnatural burn returned, crawling under my skin.
I stopped.
“What’s wrong, sir?” Veronica asked, her brow furrowed with worry.
“You’ll find me another,” I said coldly, adjusting my trousers. “Good looking. Well made.”
“Sir?” Her voice cracked, disbelieving.
“I felt a painful itch inside you. Twice. I don’t like it.” I didn’t look at her as he spoke. Instead, I fixed my tie in front of the office mirror,
“Sir, this is the same body you always sexed,” she whispered, her voice breaking, her palms sweaty.
“Do as I said.” my tone was low, harsh, final.
Her lips parted, then closed. “I’m sorry, sir.” She dressed quickly, her movements stiff, and left the office without another word.
Later That Day
At one of Alpha Agra’s hotels, Adraigo stepped into a suite prepared for him. The escort waiting inside looked flawless, chosen for her beauty and discretion.
I studied her with curious eyes. She is okay, I thought, though disappointment lingered even before I even touched her.
We undressed. I entered her and again, the pain returned. That same itch, unbearable, clawing through me.
My patience snapped. With a growl of fury, I pulled away, tugged on my clothes, and stormed out, leaving the woman stunned and speechless.
Kira
Vampire Dimitri’s Kingdom
“How was it, my dear? Did the plan go well?” The voice drifted from the shadows, deep and controlled, the kind of voice that carried authority without effort.
I knelt, my posture graceful, my head tilted upward though the figure was hidden in darkness. “It went as planned, my lord,” l said softly, my tone smooth.
“Good,” the voice continued, almost sighing. “Now, do you understand why the vicious wolves must be stopped? Why Adraigo, Damian, even their father Agra, cannot be allowed to live?” His words shifted, from mocking to mournful, as his fingers idly brushed dirt from his hands.
“Oh, the wolf pups we steal away,” he went on. “We place them among humans so they learn love before they’re fed tales of vengeance. Before they shift into wolves. And yet...”
He shook his head, sorrow breaking through the calm mask. “They slaughter their own without realizing it. Ignorant, blind. This is why we must fight for something greater for love, for peace, for growth. Between werewolves, vampires, and humans alike. Hold fast to our plan, and all will end well.”
“Yes, my lord.” I replied my voice was steady, resolute. I pressed her palms firmly on my thighs, nodded once, and rose. My heart felt better I was on the right track. I left the chamber, shadows closing around me.
Adraigo
Alpha Agra’s Kingdom
That night, as I turned restlessly in my bed, The hazel-eyed nun walked in, white hair flowing, clad in satin that shimmered like water. She climbed onto my bed with slow, deliberate grace. Her hand slid up his thigh, so close to his d**k, but she did not touch him there.
My breath grew ragged. I was already aroused beyond reason, starved for this touch. She leaned closer, satin slipping from her shoulder, breasts half-exposed. My hand reached for her, desperate to seize what i had been denied
But her eyes shifted. from hazel eyes to pure red.Immediately steel gleamed, and a knife plunged into my neck.
“Why!!!” I screamed as fire shot through my veins.
I woke with a jolt, gasping for air. Darkness surrounded me, but the heat in his body refused to fade. My hand went to his throat, trembling.
Always the same dream. Always her.
The memory of that night clawed at me: her hazel eyes filled with innocence, her soul was so pure just as her skin was so fair. The virgin I had defiled. The vow I had broken. The only woman whose image haunted my every thought.
No other woman could satisfy me now. No touch can quench the ache. Only she could. Only she could properly explain these dreams.
And I knew, deep in my marrow, what I wanted. What I needed.
Her.
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