Elena’s POV.
“Wait no please, you can’t kill me, if you do, who will carry out the task?” My voice was beginning to quiver as fear gripped me, my throat had suddenly gone dry and my breath hooked up in my throat.
It was worse that my house was located in the secluded part of the pack, no one passes by for quite a long while, especially during nighttime like this, the lanes were usually dead silent.
“Who said I want to kill you?” He chuckled, drawing closer towards me. “This is just a tiny warning and a reminder of what will truly happen to you if you fail to complete the task within the agreed date,”
“Please, you don’t have to do this, I promise to hasten up the process,” tears were beginning to well up in my ears. I was already going through a horrible emotional drama handling the situation, and a physical injury was only going to worsen my messy situation. Why is Aragorn such an awful person?
“Listen, I don’t want to do this, I’m only a messenger, I need you to make this a lot easier by not struggling, it’s just a little pierce.” He said drawing closer towards me, the blade glistening in his hands.
Tears rolled down my cheeks as he raised the blade to my upper arm.
Suddenly, a wild breeze blew me to the floor as Killian whooshed past me, grabbing the man and they both landed on the floor.
I watched in horror as Killian dug his hands into the man’s heart and when he pulled out, he was clutching onto a blood-covered heart.
No! He killed him!
A loud shrieking cry fled my mouth as I watched the most horrible scene of my life.
Killian seemed the least bothered as he brutally murdered the innocent man. Yes, he is innocent. Aragorn should be the one getting butchered this way.
I watched as he threw the heart carelessly on the lifeless body and turned to face me. I quickly looked away, avoiding his gaze. I have never witnessed him kill someone before.
“It’s fine Elena, I won’t hurt you, don’t be scared.” He said, obviously sensing my discomfort.
“You need to clean up your hands.” That was all I could mutter as I headed back into the house while he followed suit.
I led him into the kitchen, grabbing his bloody hands, and bent it over the washing sink.
I turned the water on and let it wash off the greater part of the blood before grabbing a soap and started to gently wash his hands. I could feel his body tense as my hands moved softly over his skin.
Despite my battered state, a warm smile tugged up at the corner of my lips as I watched him react tenderly to my touch. It felt satisfying to know that I had such an effect on him.
After the thorough washing, I grabbed a nearby hand towel and wrapped over it.
“Thank you.” He turned to face me with a smile.
I nodded casually.
“Look at me, Elena.” He suddenly placed a hand over my jaw, tilting it upwards so I could stare into his eyes.
I felt every ounce of fear in me disappear as I gazed into his eyes, it was laced with genuine affection and concern.
“I’m sorry you had to witness that.” He mumbled, his hand stroking my skin gently. “But I don’t regret killing him, and I will do it over and over again to anyone who comes after what’s mine, you are mine, Elena .”
I felt tears begin to well up in my eyes as I watched him vulnerably confessing his undying love and protection for me.
I totally lost all sense of morals, in a swift move, I leaned forward and crashed my lips on his.
He was stiff for a moment, obviously surprised by my bold move, then I felt him relax and open up his mouth to me, sliding his tongue skillfully into my mouth, he deepened the kiss.
“Fuck Elena!” Killian groaned into my as our lips moved aggressively against each other.
It felt as if we were releasing the intensity of our situations and just trying to live in the moment.
He scooped me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he headed towards the room.
Our clothes were already shredded off before we got to the room.
Once he laid me on the bed and tried to get on top of me, I was swift enough to turn him over and came on top.
I watched as surprise washed over his face. “Who are you and what have you done to my mate?” He teased.
I chuckled and leaned toward his ears. “Brace up, love.” With that, I gently lowered myself on him, letting the slick tightness of my snatch slid over him. His hips voluntarily surged forwards, burying his member deep inside me.
“Yeah.. Uhh… Fuck! I couldn’t hold back my moans anymore as I quickly grabbed his hands and guided them towards the mound of my chest to cup my boobs.
Back and forth I rocked, caressing his hard member with the silken walls of my snatch.
Slowly, I took up space, now pounding my hips onto him over and over as my wet snatch opened fully and took him to my deepest realms, his cock head bruising my cervix as I slammed onto him in a frenetic pace.
For several minutes, I bounced energetically on him, arching my back as streams of pleasure coursed through me.
“You are fucking amazing, Elena,” Killian grunted in a hoarse voice, as he moving his hips to meet my thrust.
Suddenly, he reached forward with his other hand and found my clit, smearing it side to side, slick as it was with the wetness from my nether lips.
My inner walls contracted and pulsed around his cock squeezing tighter as my moans increased. My eyes were now wide open and my mouth formed a silent ‘o’ as I battled the urge to cry out in ecstasy.
Noticing this, Killian quickly took over, his hands holding steadily to my butt cheeks and thrusted into me.
“Oh Killian!” I screamed and bounced wildly on his shaft as my groans went on and on until my body began to buck as a wild orgasm erupted in me.
I felt Killian’s cock embedded deep within me spasm as he began to explode.
His cock pulsed and throbbed, pumping spurt after spurt of cum into me.
I continued to twitch for several minutes as we stayed nutted in each other in silence, our gaze glued together and sparked twinkles of uncontrollable affection and desire for each other.