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He followed me, that previously hate filled gaze now brimming with lust.

I smiled a bit as I opened the door to my bedroom, "tell me alpha king..." I murmured.

His gaze traveled my body, scorching my skin wherever it hit, voice rough, "what witch?"

I stepped inside, "What sort of pleasure do you bring?"

He growled a bit, following me in and pulling me flush against his naked body.

I shivered at the heat of him.

Werewolves truly were warmer than other beings.

I had yet to fully take him in, wondering how I would react if I did.

Feeling him flush against me now, I almost wish I had allowed my gaze travel his form.

His molten golden eyes seemed brighter, the firey ring around it mesmerizing.

I cupped his cheek, the stubble there scratching along my fingers, his tanned complexion making my own seem even paler, "you have the most gorgeous eyes."

His iris's were truly unique. They would look so much better on me.

I could feel his low growl vibrate from his chest into my own.

Looking to my bed I stroked his cheek, "you are being more patient with me than your lover from this morning."

"I am unsure I want you."

He was aroused. Shockingly so, "you do."

His gaze flickered to my bed, the wrought iron made to shape like spider webs and bat wings.

Two of my favorite things.

"You're room is fucking morbid. Your entire house is."

A light laugh escaped me, "I find it all quite lovely. Besides I am not the one born to hunt and kill other races."

"No." He growled, hand moving down my back to cup my bottom, "but you are one of the things I am supposed to kill. That I am going to."

"Saying that with your hand on my backside and your erection pressed into my belly isn't very convincing." I replied dryly.

He looked positively unamused, "you have human bones as candle holders. You cannot expect to survive this."

"Why are you stalling?" I stepped back, appraising myself, "am I not up to the psychical standards of a werewolf? I assure you I am in excellent condition."

I gazed at myself in the floor length mirror upon the wall, every inch of me was smooth, youthful perfection.

Not waiting for a reply I turned toward the bed and collapsed into the silken pillows, propped up to look at him, "so. What is the issue?"

His gaze was glued to my thighs, "I told you. The issue is you. What your kind do."

"Hmmm."

"Spread your legs, little witch."

"Change your mind so fast?" I murmured.

"No." He scowled, "but I might as well see what Luna thought to curse me with."

Licking my lips I did as asked, showing him all of me, "happy alpha?"

He growled.

"Sebastian." I whispered the name the stars had given me softly, "it is Sebastian, yes?"

"Shut up." He snapped, "it really doesn't matter."

"But it does Sebastian." I purred out his name, "or shall I call you something else?"

His jaw clenched.

"Bash?" I hummed, "the universe tells me your friends call you Bash."

"We are not friends."

"True." I sighed, starting to close my legs.

"I didn't say you could do that."

I nearly rolled my eyes, "you wish to simply look? Surely you can see how aroused I am."

"See it, scent it, yes." He grit out, "so take care of it."

I cocked my head to the side, "you want me to touch myself?"

He said nothing, just watched me with that beautiful gaze of his.

So I slid my hand over my breasts and down my stomach, dipping my fingers into my core.

I moaned softly feeling my own arousal, watching his eyes light with lust further.

My hips arched as I slipped my fingers into myself.

It has been some time since lust crawled over my flesh.

It generally wasn't an emotion I felt.

But now, with the alpha king looking over me it was if hells fires themselves licked up my skin, stroking my need.

A lewd sound a need, halfway between a whimper and a moan escaped my lips as his own hand reached over his cock.

I did whimper when I finally allowed myself to look at him, all of him.

"Gods" I breathed out, watching him stroke himself, becoming somehow even more aroused.

He was lust personified.

Strong, powerful muscles and a long thick cock.

I have never wanted the touch of another being before. Not once has it crossed my mind.

But this man.

All I could think of was having his hands on my body, that daunting arousal deep inside me.

Is this what it means to be ones mate?

To feel as though your blood was on fire and as if you were drowning yet somehow dying of thirst all at once.

He growled lowly as he pleasured himself.

My back arched and a mewl escaped me as I matched his pace, bringing myself to my peak.

I had barely opened my eyes once more when I felt his weight atop me, "you are still going to die."

A tiny smile curled at my lips, "we all are my dear wolf."

His lips slanted over mine, taking my breath with a kiss, coaxing my tongue out with his own.