Page 38 of My Dark Obsession

‘My Truth-Veritas Mea’

Ziel

She was silent the entire way back to the castle; after stopping at the halfling’s and grabbing that book, she ignored me, not once aiming those big eyes my way.

It pissed me off.

I wanted her gaze; I wanted her anger and irritation. It was the best look on her, the way her lips would purse in a pout, her brows would furrow, and her chest would rise in a heated breath. She was fucking glorious.

I didn’t like her ignoring me, however, everyone else ran from me, avoided me, feared me. I didn’t care if others ignored me, but not her. Never her.

I knew finding the answers were frustrating her; if I had them all I would give them to her…well…some of them.

The dead whispered to me here and there, giving me bits and pieces. Whatever they had told me I had passed on to her, eventually anyways.

I was starting to wonder if I should outright tell her the things I found out. I just couldn’t help but poke at her; her anger was so fucking delicious .

She laid star fished on her bed; her boot-covered feet hanging off the edge as if she purposely avoided putting them on the sheets.

“Did you know that White Witches defiled deceased Dark Witches to gain access to their powers?” she murmured, her thick lashes settled against her pale high cheekbones as she closed her eyes.

I hadn’t known that.

“No,” I answered. I unlaced her boots and slid them from her feet, noticing how small they were in my hands.

“My ancestors had to create a rule, to sit with the body and wait until it started to decompose before they could bury them with their rituals.”

That was so fucked up even by my standards. The dead were sacred; their bodies had been a temple that held their souls within them.

“Can you imagine, having to watch over your family as their bodies began to rot? Just so that a man wouldn’t defile them, all for greed.” She spoke quietly, softly, as if fearful of the dead hearing her speak of such a disgusting horrid past.

I removed my own boots, shrugged off my jacket and laid myself down beside her. She turned her head and looked at me. Our faces were so close I could see the deeper purple specs within her eyes. She held such torment within them, such pain.

I couldn’t wait for the day she realised the power she held within herself. I hoped I got to see the pain she would bring to those who put that look there.

I don’t know how long we laid there, staring into each other’s eyes.

It could have been hours, but I knew of one thing- my mind was quiet.

No angry whispers telling me to kill and suck down the souls of those who deserved pain.

I stared in Amaya’s eyes with a clear head, a firm focus and not once had my hands twitched to reach for the sour release Mayfeaver provided me.

At some point during the evening, her eyes slid closed, and her breathing deepened. She had fallen asleep and yet I still couldn’t look away.

I wanted to scream at the Fates Above for giving me a Mate to protect. I had always thought of myself too far gone, too selfish, too dark to have someone to…care for. But Amaya was more than I ever could have imagined. With her own darkness, I gained…peace.

And so I gave her my truth.

“I needed to know why you wanted to bring them here first. You're sick. Fucked in the head. Obsessed with them. Willing to do anything, kill anyone for them. And that, I understand.” I didn’t know if she could hear me, if she was truly asleep or just resting.

“I understand pain, sickness and obsession. I understand the need to kill, to seek revenge. You're dark, filled with it. I hated the Fates Above for providing me with you. Laughable really. Me, a burning skeleton fighting the urge to swallow everyone’s soul, mated to a little Dark Witch. But do you know what really draws me to you? The silence-your soul is quiet, empty except for your obsessions.”

Her eyes opened; her pupils dilated, the deep purple drawing me in, trapping the air from my lungs. I reached my hand up and slid it into her black silky tresses. I clenched my fist around them; her gasp of pain was music to my ears.

“So here I am little Dark Witch. I am yours; you are mine. Just know this: I'm not gentle. I'm not loving. I know pleasure and I know pain. And together,” I leaned forward and nipped at her jaw, just enough to leave a sharp sting. “Intoxicating.”

Her silence beat heavily against my head, before she whispered those perfect words.

“I can handle pain.”

I pressed my lips to hers hard, taking everything I wanted from her gasping breath as I tasted her fruitiness.

It coated my tongue as we duelled for dominance.

My hands pulled at her hair, tilting her head for better access.

The action put her slim pale neck right in front of me and I pounced, biting hard and leaving teeth marks as I then licked to soothe the pain.

Her deep needy groan had my vines sneaking out and wrapping around her wrists. They pulled her arms up high above her head before slicing into the skin with their thorns, marking her as ours.

“You should have said no. You should have run, because now you're mine little Mate. Mine to play with as I wish.” More vines appeared, tearing her top down the middle before doing the same with her leggings.

Leaving her bare to my heated gaze. My lower back almost ached with the need for the ropes to entwine.

For us to entwine.And fuck me, I was going to give it what it wanted.

Her thighs rubbed together trying to ease the ache that was obviously building. I knew she was slick with need. Need for me.

I trailed one finger ever so slowly between her perfect breasts, nudging aside the large jewel resting there, down her stomach and stopping right above her panties before tapping there.

“There's no point in wearing these anymore. I want you always bare. I want to constantly smell you. I want to be able to get on my knees and feast whenever the fuck I want. I want you constantly wet and needing.” I ripped the offensive underwear from her, wanting her bare and free beneath me.

I caught her gasp with my mouth as the material bit into her skin before tearing.

I tugged her to the middle of the bed, her arms stretched tight above her head, and I stared down at her rounded breasts, just big enough to fill my palms, just perfect enough to bite.

I tutted at her as she moaned from my body pressing into hers. My blue flame flickered along my body, touching her all over. Its heat burnt out her cold; it singed her skin in the most delectable way. Patches of bright red skin flared, no doubt stinging but never actually burning the skin away.

“I haven't even touched you yet. You're so needy.” I licked along her neck, purposely swirling my tongue around the healed bite mark of the dragon.

“Mmm, it's my time to claim you.” My rasp had worsened, becoming more of a gravel. Licking down her neck, right to her left begging tight nipple. I slowly blew on it, tightening it more before I bit down hard.

She cried out, her back arched from the bed, pushing her tight nipple into my wet awaiting mouth.

Lifting my head I saw the blood dripping down the curve of her breast before I leaned down and caught the running trail with my tongue, lapping up her essence with a deep guttural groan.

She tasted like pure darkness, like cold, sinful sickness. It was the most addicting thing I had ever had. Her blood burned like ice as it slid down my throat, filling my body with everything that was her: My Mate, Amaya.

Now I wasn't some filthy blood-sucking vampire, but whatever fills her veins had been calling me, tempting me, begging for me. My Circle mark heated as the ropes swirled together so close to us being connected forever.

Trailing my blood-coated lips down her flat stomach leaving a bright red smear as I went.

Stopping at the junction of her thighs, my mouth watered.

She glistened, soaked and needy for me. The smell of sweet dark fruits filled my nose, imprinted on me.

Oh yeah, she could fucking forget wearing underwear.

Fuck trapping this stunning smell from me.

I couldn't help myself; I was starving, so hungry my teeth clenched.

I ordered my vines to wrap around her lush thighs, tightening until her flesh pinched and beads of red appeared, marking her, hurting her, making her mine.

I ate her like my life depended on it, her flavour filling my mouth with her sweetness. I couldn't help the growl of possession that left me.

Her cries of pleasure-pain punctured the room, filled me with more hunger.

Her greedy little pussy clenched as I shoved my tongue in as deep as I could go, her wetness soaking my face, covering me in her scent that I planned to wear with pride.

I wanted everyone to know where my face had been.

I wanted them to sweat with jealousy before I ripped their throats out for smelling her sweet scent.

She was mine. I could share with the dragon, maybe even let her suck his dick as I fucked her on her knees.

I could feel that she was close; her thighs quivered around my vines, her chest heaved as she pulled at her wrists, desperate to be free.

Just as she was about to reach the heavens, I pulled back.

Her scream of frustration was like music to my ears.

Chuckling, I climbed her fucking stunning body.

The vines slowly released her, drawing back into me.

She dug her nails into my scalp and dragged my face to hers. Our teeth smashed together, tongues fighting for dominance. My dick was aching from within its denim prison.

Wrenching myself from her clawing grasp, I smiled as she drew blood. Removing my clothes I palmed my dick, watching her laying there, covered in my vine’s scratches and pierced holes. Droplets of blood coated her thighs, her black hair fanned out around her head like a gathering cloud of darkness.

Her purple eyes watched as I slowly stroked myself, following the movement of my hand before tracing each dark part of my skin that I had inked. My skin was covered in skulls; thorny vines and grim reapers faded into shadows. Her tongue peeked out, swiping at her plump pale lips.

So she was hungry for me too huh.

That was going to have to wait because I couldn't hold on anymore. I needed to be inside her.

Just as I rested my knees at the end of the bed, loving how her legs opened welcoming me within their heat, a fucking bird flew into the room and landed on the bird perch.

“Ignore him,” she moaned, reaching forward for me.

I dragged my gaze away from the fucking vermin and slid my hands up her open thighs and tugged her closer to me, lining my throbbing dick to her entrance. We were finally about to be forever joined when she pressed her hand to my chest, stopping me.

I frowned and looked from her pussy to her pain-filled eyes.

“Little Mate?”

She gasped, rubbing at the valley between her breasts, her eyes grew wide as she seemed to struggle to breathe. I slid my hand under her shoulders and lifted her up, confused and worried.

“Amaya, what’s wrong?”

“I-fuck I don’t know...” she gasped and panted, trying to catch her breath whilst still rubbing at her chest, the jewel being knocked to the side.

“Is it the dragon?” I asked, wondering if her mating mark was calling for her other Mate. Was something wrong with Rí?

She shook her head, a frown pulling at her brow as she inhaled deeply before dropping her hand from her chest .

“I don’t know what that was. My chest burned, almost like when my lungs were fucked except this time my chest…

” she trailed off, confusion all over her pale face.

I stood and pulled on my jeans, pulled a Mayfeaver from my leather jacket on the floor and lit it within seconds.

I drew in deeply before passing it to her.

She reached for it without a thought, drawing in deeply herself before slowly blowing out with a dazed look upon her face.

She handed it back and walked to her dresser where she began to pull on more black clothing.

Something had hurt my Mate, something or someone that was connected to her somehow.

Rustling behind me had me turning to glaring at the fucking bird on the perch.

“Why the fuck do you have a crow?” I muttered as I walked over to it. Something about it was…familiar. Its black eyes tracked me as I walked over. Its feathers were so black you could barely see the slight tinge of purple that mixed within.

My head filled with a calm only Amaya’s body and presence had provided me.

The Mayfeaver hung from my lips, its ash growing as I fell down a narrow hole.

Cold seeped my bones, filled me with pure dreadful sickness.

Muffled voices called to me, but I couldn't pull back.

I fell deeper and deeper into this hole before a slight sting to my arm had me blinking back into focus.

“I said get your hand off Ravioli asshat!” Amaya snapped as she slapped at my arm again.

Blinking, I realised my hand was wrapped around the bird's neck, squeezing.

It should have been dead; squashed within my hand, its blood should have been easing between my fingers, but the crow, Ravioli, looked as though it had its eyes narrowed at me, as if pissed off at being choked rather than afraid.

Releasing the bird and drawing deep from the remaining smoke, I stepped back.

“Where the fuck did you get that bird?” It had done something to me, drew me in somewhere, pulled me from the room and placed me in a trance somehow.

“It’s my Familiar, I think,” she muttered, clearly irritated with me as she bent down and picked up the remaining fucking tongue and gave it to the crow.

The moment between us was over; the strangeness of her chest pain and the strange trance I had fallen in from this bird had well and truly ruined the moment. I couldn’t work out what was with this bird, but something about it wasn’t right.

Her Familiar? Something about that didn’t sit right with me.