He made me his, he made me feel wanted, he made me feel desirable. Until he engulfed me and lulled me to sleep.
I didn’t want to wake up, I didn’t want to face the problem, I wanted all to be done with. I wanted my ending.
The feelings were back, the desperation, the numbness, the need to end it all.
“Hey… don’t go there…” his deep voice woke me from my slumber. I thought I was still sleeping, while in reality, I was in between, I was daydreaming as he was keeping me in his arms.
Can all angels read my mind?
“I’m so tired.”
“I know… me too.”
I looked up at him and wondered what would make him feel the tiredness. But he just shook his head and started kissing me again. We were back to enjoying ourselves, it was like we were mending each other’s pain.
Our pleasures were taking our fucked up minds away from our sick thoughts.
“Hold me…”
“Stay, and we will heal each other.”
I didn’t know what was his issues, but I was letting myself stay in his arms.
I was so sick, I was feeling so broken, and I didn’t know if I would ever heal, or even wanted to.
Days passed, and we were spending it together. He had his small legion under him, we were staying in an underground structure. And I couldn’t care less. I was actually liking the feeling of being underneath.
Liking that I was hiding away from the rest of the world. If I couldn’t die, then maybe I’d just hideaway. Far away from all and let me be with my own fucked up mind.
My wolf was letting me have my ways, he was backing down and let me deal with myself.
I was done with my king and his harem, I was liking spending time with Armand, who has been nothing but honest.
Maybe. I think.
But he won’t answer any questions if he didn’t want to, he wouldn’t lie to my face. And I respected him for that.
Though days later he was finally revealing himself. His true reason why he had approached me.
“Your king is my nemesis. His mate was a very sexual angel and she was obviously wanting more, hence she was fucking me. One day he found out and we have been nemesis since then. But I did love her, though she obviously didn’t.”
“So, I’m your revenge?”
“Maybe? I don’t know anymore. I’m just feeling so tired. You Rain, are still lucky one day you’ll die and will forget about all of this. But me? I’m an immortal, aside from my fucked up fate. I’m doomed.”
He sighed and wrapped his arms on my waist. We were standing in his chamber, overlooking his courtyard, where I would greet him every time his day was ending.
“But I’m still here now, you can take comfort in me,” I said putting my hands above his arms and caressing them.
He was kissing my naked shoulder while I rest my back on his naked chest, both of us were seeking solace in each other.
I was wearing his color. He asked me a few days ago and didn’t object. It was a royal dark blue color piece of cloths, and his angels started noticing when I was wearing it.
“Maybe we were the ones who were meant to be together?” he whispered softly in my ear.
“Maybe, our broken self attracts each other,” I said turning my back and faced him. I was trailing my hand to his chiseled jaw and rest my other on his well-defined abs. I pushed him to the wall and started to pour him with my kisses. His hands went straight to my ass and pulled me flat to his hardening dick.
“Maybe, and I don’t care about anything else. You Rain, I just want you… us…”
Until when?
My mind wanders, knowing that I’ve heard the same sentence from others and yet here I am in another one, after being abandoned.
Putting my cheek to the crook of his neck, my eyes watered again. I just wanted my peace. I’m very tired of my own existence. My hands travel to his muscular back just under his wings, while I pressed my body closer to him.
Seeking for his warmth, his strength, and leaning on for his caresses, I sighed when his wings cocooned and protected me from the outside.
I wish… this is my end.
“Rain… sshh… I know… I know exactly how it feels.”
I waited patiently, resting my burden onto him, then overjoyed when he rewarded me with his kisses and touches. Lust. That was all that I was feeling for him, there was nothing else. And I didn’t give a damn fuck.
He was taking me to the bed, he stripped both of us naked. And I was feeling the urge to please him, to make sure that I could stay, that he would care for me.
He was feeling my struggles when he let me pleasure him. When I was going down on him, taking his length and give him my kisses, licking it to his liking. His grunts were sexy and primal, I was still hungry for more of him. But he pulled me up when he twitched in my throat.
“Fuck Rain…”
“Fuck me, let me feel you…” I was needy for him, I still couldn’t get my mind off from my loved ones. They would still make me sad, and with every fuck I was reminded of them. How they have stopped wanting me.
I was craving the need to forget, I needed my distraction, and he was it. And for that couple of hours that I was intimate with him, I could finally let myself go.
“Harder, please… harder, make me forget…”
He was giving me all that I wanted and needed, perfectly knowing that he was also seeking the same comfort in our fucks.
My frustration hadn’t seemed to lessen, my wolf was starting to go back into hiding and I was once again alone to face my feelings. And back to being the pathetic man that I was, I kept on trying to buried myself in his touches, his fucks until it all climaxes and I was left sated and relaxed in his arms.
“Thank you…”
“I’m here for you Rain, just stay.”
I was still kissing him, and relaxing naked in his chest when there was a commotion, and his door was roughly opened. Then Ranulf stormed into the room with his generals.
The look on his face was anger, and so full of hatred, when he saw me lying naked on his chest. He sent out his generals and was about to lunge forward at him when I hurriedly put me in front of my naked lover’s body.
Ranulf stopped inches from my nakedness, I could see the hurt in his eyes, but I was not fooled anymore. I know at that time that I was just of one of his toys, and nothing more. He was mad because somebody played with his without his approval.
I was convinced that he didn’t love me, he just lust for me. Just like his nemesis, Armand.