Call Of The Dark

He hated her but his want for her overpowered. For the last three days, he had tried everything under his power to keep his distance from Emma. He had left her at Upper North Jupan, according to Maeve's advice. The three days without her made him need her all the more.

He had driven every rogue that was around the grounds of Jupan so that the area was free from them. No, he was not doing it for Emma. He was doing it to keep Jupan safe. Once during his hunt, he chanced upon a werewolf rogue couple during their fierce encounter of sex and he found himself looking at them from a distance. They were rogues and he had to kill them, but he couldn't. That instant, he traced back to the room where Emma was sleeping, lusting after her. He stroked her cheeks and murmured in fae language. "Ne mogu da tebe Kaersta." Can't stay away from you, dear.

Maeve had demanded him another bag full of gold coins because she wanted to buy more jewels. He had given her the bag to keep her happy and quiet. But he wasn't as happy and quiet as she was. While she went to purchase more of her favorite things, he had come back to Upper North Jupan instantly, tracing all the way back.

Staying away from Emma was affecting him to the point that he was going insane. He had become a voyeur, which he never was. Instead of thinking about getting his kingdom back, he thought of Emma's sinful body. And just yesterday, he found her touching herself. The scene made him clench his jaw so hard because all he did was lie beside her while she touched herself in sleep. Lusty female.

At the moment, the thought made him snap out his fangs which punctured his lips, drawing blood. He licked his lips imagining himself spending time between her thighs. His hips bucked forward on their own accord and his expressions darkened when he thought that she must be touching herself again without him.

He had to go back to her and stop her from doing that. Instead he was going to make her wrap her mouth around his raging cock and let her suck it. The idea was to only become sane. To stop thinking about her and then return to Wilyra without her. Convincing himself, he shoved his raging cock inside his pants and then traced to her room. She wasn't there.

Furious as to where she would go, he traced everywhere and when he heard from servants that she was in the cave of hot springs, he traced over there.

He found her lying on the soft towel in the spot where the sunrays fell over her. She had one hand over her eyes while with the other she held the bottle of red wine. She was wearing a wide lace around her breasts which barely did a job to contain them well and panties. Her beautiful skin was lathered with oil, the aroma of which mixed with the scent of hers making her appear like eroticism wrapped in beauty. His mouth fell to the floor. He had never thought that he would see Emma in such scanty clothes. The vapor from hot springs rose and clouded around her feet. They condensed over her skin, every drop of water glistening on her and making him just want to keep seeing her… uninterrupted.

A sound on the outside made him snap his head. Guards were coming inside to see her and she was scantily dressed. With a snarl he traced to the guards and in his frenzy, snapped their necks. He tossed them out of the cave. How dare they see what belonged to him?

He traced back to the cave, captivated by his mate. She had lifted herself a little, her damp golden hair sticking to her shoulders. Her lace slipped down a little to reveal her breasts which she immediately tucked up. And then Lazarus realized that she had tanned. His mouth went dry. Not able to come to her under the sun, he sat on a boulder in the shade and said, "I want to see those breasts."

Emma whipped her head in his direction and gulped.

He raised his eyebrow and repeated. "Take that lace off and come to me."

"Get lost, Lazarus," she shot back, her surprise soon getting replaced by anger. "Why have you come? You should have stayed with your Goddess!"

"So that's why you are angry?"

"Of course. Because I don't have other reasons to be angry."

"It seems that you really missed me, Emma," he smirked.

Emma lowered her eyes to his pants where his pants were tenting and said, "It looks like you are missing me." He looked… tired. There were dark circles beneath his eyes and his hair was disheveled. His cheeks were sunken and skin pale. Even his bright red eyes were a dull red.

Lazarus narrowed his eyes on her. "Now come here to me. Don't you want to seduce me?" When she didn't move an inch, he said, "I asked you to remove that lace."

Emma bit her bottom lip to the point that it was red. She brought her hand to her left breast and slowly started slipping it down, down, down… Lazarus's eyes widened, his focus entirely on them, as his cock twitched. And then suddenly she pulled up the lace. "No," she replied coolly. "I won't."

He shot forward to the edge of sunlight as he tensed. "Wait till you are possessed by Maeve. I am going to keep you naked around me!"

She chuckled and lifted her bottle to have more wine. Because her eyes were on him, the wine spilled and was now sluicing over her neck and then the middle of her breasts, soaking her lace.

"Why are you drinking so much?" he growled. "Now come here. I don't have time." He was burning with his need to wedge himself inside her. Claim her. Mark her.

She laughed at him. "You are running out of time." She tsked him. "I am the one who is running out of time. I have ten days left before I die!"

He knew that she was trying to put him down. But he didn't budge from his topic. "Shut up and take that lace off."

She clenched her teeth hard. "Go jump in the pool!" She ate cheese and grapes.

"Don't you want to seduce me, Emma? What about your challenge to seduce me and sow seeds of discord between me and Maeve?"

"Nah!" she said casually. "I have decided I don't want to do it anymore. I would rather spend my life…" she looked at the pool. "Taking a nice swim." And saying that, she jumped in the pool.

He clenched his teeth hard. "If it was anyone else defying my orders, I would have snapped their heads now!"

She splashed water around her disregarding his threats.

"And from what I remember, you enjoy my touch. A lot," he said, when she didn't reply. Was he sounding desperate?

"Umm… about that. No, I didn't. A mutt would be better than you."

"Oh really?" Why did he hunt rogues? He should have killed all the mutts. And donkeys.