They slipped
Briskly into intimacy
From which they never recovered.

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I'm this moment I have decided, rapturous men were the strangest entities god has ever created.

The minutes which had surpassed into they eventually submerged into hours, cradled my eyelids to shift dangerously tighter together until I could no longer seem to focus. After feeding Lionel my toaster strudel, we've talked about things that ideally I couldn't bring myself to even expose the topics to someone else I trusted. Lionel spoke so vague and promiscuously, to which I found myself lulled at his budding words.

I noticed that, the mischievous alpha, tended to have that effect on me.

"He's a charmer isn't he?" Heidi found herself asking me as we sat collectively inside the warm library—with clasped hands in front of a fireplace.

Heidi sported this wickedness about herself, she was also quiet the entirety of me and Lionel's lost conversations. I'm still surprised she even encouraged our meeting, more than aware Alexander would dislike it.

"Lionel always had a way with words." The blonde simply nods, after I sent a withering smile in agreement. Lionel had acknowledged the tension between us —as if it was to be understood instead of dove into.

Still debating what that could actually mean to me. Me and Lionel shining something that dives deeper below the surface level.

Still confused on how Alexander had allowed it to flourish thus far.

"You know, he isn't as bad as Alexander makes him out to be?" I asked.

Heidi lowly smiles, shrugging. "He's an alpha born just like his brother, so it doesn't surprise me he's good at persuading one with twinkling eyes and shiny teeth." As I kept talking, I fell short to know who I tried convincing, Heidi or myself. About how truly bad Lionel could be...

A gnawing image of Lionel settles in the back of my mind, I couldn't shake it— I couldn't; I refuse to shake him. It was so proactive as I tried to study him as if he were under a microscope in a lab. Desperately did I want to know who he was deep down, from every atom to the dimple in his cheek, while he persisted on acting so cold that it thrilled me.

Justly before I became in wedged between the lives of the royals, they were still inadvertently to be distrusted and learned. The willingness to know these people, still greatly teased me.

Heidi tightens her knee across her leg before also pulling a scarf securely around her neck, before her eyes left mine being trained into the crackling fireplace. The library was empty. Not a person in sight, and you could see rows of books lined for miles. Books I've always loved, books I had to ignore as I felt drawn to the fable unfolding in front of me.

"I don't know if you've noticed this but the reason you probably feel that way is because Lionel is a bit of-"Heidi covered her mouth in efforts to fight back a chuckle from being released from her lips—"He's a bit of a Shakespearean." She joked. "He's always been that way. Using big words straight out of novelty. He's a dramatic simpleton."

I couldn't resist releasing a giggle of my own at this, oh I could tell. By the way he carried his lifeline like a bracelet on his wrist. It was visible, he was truly unafraid of dying.

With greasy irises and a riveting heart beat, Lionel seemed to didn't want me in the slightest, dismissing the connection between us all together. Almost shrugging it away, but while Alexander was around he used it to prove at his intestines.

"Heidi." I began while she slowly reached a climax upon her laughter with a reddening face. "Could you maybe tell me a little more about your family? Your royal brotherhood. It's just so interesting to me." It did more than interest me, it stirred curiosity and a hint of it made me want to understand Alexander even more.

"What more do you want to know?" I leaned over closer into the pit, shoveling around wood with silverware as Heidi gauged my facial expression, "We share nothing of each other, zero similarities and different methodologies to living. Only our blood is organically the same." Intensively I do listen, but pretended to lack engrossment as she spoke heavily with nostalgia. "Trust, I know that much, but what I don't know is this unspoken feud between your family members." I reinforced.

"I had a vision." I tried again once the private discussion fell to silence. "Of Lionel and Alexander." Heidi hummed, as her ghostly lips murmured incoherent words. She encouraged me to speak further by a hand gesture so after taking a deep sigh within— I battled internally on how should I approach this. "Okay I don't know how to say this so I'm just going to come right out." I stuttered over my syllables, becoming easily flustered at the piercing blue eyes of Heidi, but here goes nothing. "Something about Lionel feeding Alexander... your deceased brother's heart."

My shied away, ushering my hands underneath my lap, Heidi responded with a deep exhale sharply threw her nostrils, making me flinch backward. Maybe that was a sour subject, nevertheless I felt like I needed to get it off my chest before it started to overwhelm me. "A vision you say?" Heidi pursed her lips thinly, I only nodded sheepishly. "Well more like a dream, I want to know what it means." I replied curtly, straight to the point.

"It means it's true, Vera." Snapping, I grimaced at her furrowed eyebrow. "What did you expect for me to say?" Instantly I'm throwing my hands up in defense, I don't know what I expected. Not for her to confirm my suspicious.

"He ate our brother's immortal essence. If the body of an alpha is ravished, depending on their strength and influence in their waking life, ultimately the host will steal all of their power to ascend. Passing the energy from body to body." She roughly explained waving her hands around, I've only heard of Achilles' name on sudden occasions, but it's something about his name that makes a shiver run down my spine.

The words were slipping from my mouth before I could interject my own peculiarity, "I don't understand."

Heidi raced her fingers throughout her hair as tresses of curls now clump lazily framing her face. "It means, Achilles was originally the only eligible candidate to the throne. The true alpha, being the first born son. Alexander had eaten our brother, he now harbors the strength of an alpha. Its what gave him the mutual strength as Lionel and Adonis to challenge them both in the first place." So foreign, so spectacular to the ear. It took undeniable strength to stop myself from peeking over behind my shoulder in case we were being watched.

Initially I assumed the role to appear small and naive but I couldn't hold back anymore. Not when the vividness of my imagination had it engraved into my pulsating head, "Well if that is the case, why had they fed Alexander Achilles's remains? They believe him to always have been their inferior, why go threw all this trouble to make him their equal." It wasn't a question, it was an interrogation. Would Heidi ever lie to me? To protect the truth behind her grainy, heinous family tree? Which branches from victim to malicious victor who could possibly be murderers?

"I think you should go to bed. With your mate." She stated, folding her delegated arms over her chest. Maybe I pried too much. "Yeah I think I should go to." Spitting my anxiety, I hastily stood up from my chair scurrying to the exit of the library. Well if that didn't take such a maddening turn, I could've possibly learned something, aligning pieces of a puzzle somehow.

Maybe I didn't pry enough.

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As my feet sprung softly across marbled tiles, I'd wandered wordlessly up endless flights of stairs seemingly through the depths of hell as I impatiently stepped before every shadow, every prayer which echoed severely compared to the shapes and lengths of the darkness that encompassed me.

It was these shivering nights that bled—neglecting me from certainty, silky bed sheets and even moist ecstasy. I craved skin on skin, without knowing that's exactly what I'd receive without splendid avail. Until my pores reeked of love spells, and the tenacious actions of predatory.

I shuffled quietly outside the mahogany doors, sheepishly shifting my weight from one side to the other as I contemplated on what my mate had done in my absence. Would he be angry that I had taken so long to accompany him inside his bed? I knew he'd have to be in there, his scent infiltrated my nose and sharpened my senses once I pressed my cold cheek against the wooded egress. Everything about him was rather inviting, comforting. I was more than on edge tonight, hopefully distraught that he could be my release.

Without another overly anticipated thought coursing threw my head, why couldn't it have been just so simple to act on, rather than subdue into the back of your mind until it drove anxiety straight into your heart? Why couldn't I bring myself to shove open the door and proclaim everything that I wanted? I wanted my mate, and when I mean I wanted him— I intend to have him in every way.

As my hand shook hovering above the door knob suddenly in the bat of an eyelash while my heart pounded harder and more vigorously, the door had been opened abruptly causing me to free the embellished sigh I'd been withholding. Collectively exhaling, with stagnation— two bulky arms had successfully entrapped my waist, immediately pulling me in to an embrace.

I collapsed almost demonstrating the entirety of my weight into their arms until I became rigid and stiff. Not until the body beneath me met the impact of the bed did I feel weightless and soft. Into their warmness did I feel consumed and devoured but it only furthered my submission as I breathed the aroma of their haunting smell in. I wanted to mold perfectly into his mound of affection, I needed to feel the feast of his fever. "What took you so long," his voice is darker than anything, heavier than I've ever heard him speak. It only furthered my fall into his chest, feeling the bone, the tightened muscles under his skin.

Breathing deeply in between words, "I'm here now, that's all that matters." Half audibly, I didn't know what to say. I just wanted this moment to last. I didn't want to argue nor frustrate him. I needed to see him show me what we were drawn to be. Soul mates. "Where were you?" Alexander's throaty growl rung softly in my earlobe before I felt him nibbling on the shell. He kissed, suckling the area, trailing sloppily to my jawline. I stuttered feeling his hands roaming the heated valley of my chest, until he pounded me softly into the bedding.

I resided on my back, invisibly shaking becoming all the more startled at the picturesque image of this male levitating over my body. My legs were pushed further apart to a gap with my eyes peering down at Alexander's exposed torso filled the space. I whined, missing the heat only implored whenever he touched me. What was wrong with him? Couldn't he see that we together drifted away into our defined magical sector of intimacy. Couldn't he see our bodies were made to take advantage of insalubrious moments such as these?

Alexander Bane stirred me to the brick of insanity. "Don't you see what you're doing to us!" He whispered-ly shouted as he brought his tongue down, licking my collarbone until it found the teethed mark embedded into my neck. "You were sent to destroy us the day we've found you." Alexander halted his terrorizing on my flesh only to pull away, milking the sight of me in. My submission was on full display as I offered myself to him as some sort of tribute. Us? I thought. What was he talking about?

The moment he broke away, I noticed the insatiable distrust in his eyes. The desire, the initiative to stake his claim once again but the demand to rip my body apart full fledged spiraled in his pitched black irises. "I never want to hurt you, Alexander." swarming with overzealous, I propped myself resting onto my elbows before jumping into his hardened chest as he clenched. Locking my arms around his neck, he tried to fight me but I wouldn't let him. "You're a filthy liar," the alpha within spat, his Lycan wolf fully broken over the fleshy surface. It was the beast in full control now.

"If you've not intend to hurt me," Alexander fisted the shirt I'd worn, until it became clattered into pieces of clothe. He tossed aside to the floor discarding into shreds. "Then you would never leave for someone else." Alexander swiftly elongated his claws to snap my bra, my breast erupted from their barriers only for his greedy eyes to gauge. Before I could speak reassuring words, his hands soon clamped down fully enfolding themselves across my buds. He twisted and played with the pinkish sprouts of my nipples as a moan escaped the enclosure of my lips.

I fell backward into the plushness of his bedsheets and pillows, squirming underneath my mate. He captivated all of my senses as I could only make out him leaning down, harshly biting down into my skin— arching my back instinctively crying out at his assault. "Tell us who you belong to." It was the fiend speaking, the black swirling pools signified that. His gruesomely enlarged canines repetitively marking every suspended region of my body.

Without warning, without delay— god had spoken to the both of us tonight. We had this greasy consequence from the very beginning, it was destined in the stars. "To you." I cried however that wasn't enough for him. I felt him claw at my panties before they were lost between the sheets. I was beyond bare and sweaty. Red began to swim in Alexander's eyes, as the black fell shortly to disappear. I began to close my optics wincing at the scars which decorated my legs.

Before he would inevitably plunge between my quivering thighs, I swear to everything I've ever witnessed— Alexander smirked towards me before he dug with his finger between my dampened folds. His index finger moved smoothly in and out of my womanhood. Swirling around then I could feel this wetness pooling down on his wrist from his intrusion. My eyelids fluttered like a melody of obscured stanzas to a poem, that even Love would be jealous at us.

Alexander growled, grunting from his action as my loud moans filled the room. My own set of eyes were closed but I could feel his reddened ones reigning down on me, as he swallowed my undoing wholesomely. As easily as he invaded my vulnerability, he'd stolen it from me as a knot slumped inside of my lower belly before compromising. My head swooped backward hitting the head board. "Give it to me," Alexander pleaded to me for the first time ever, he was begging me for something.

I couldn't decipher what he'd meant even while my bundled nerves secreted from my vagina, fleeing down my legs. Before I could see for myself what it was, Alexander had already cupped my womanhood, digging his fingers into my hole. He licked his fingers clean. "Your juices." My mouth laid agape once he bent down to kiss my lower lips, sucking them. Pulling his head back, the Alpha stood poised, bold to his feet. Not even spearing me a glance before leaving the room completely.

He'd wanted my first orgasm. I'd savor the motion his tongue spurred teasing my wetness.

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