Chapter Four (Zaid's POV)

A/N: Woof! That took longer than expected! Well, here ya go. A nice... naughty chapter. So, just warning you all ahead of time so you're not caught off guard and having a fainting spell. I think I get more and more graphic each time I write one of these scenes, so beware, kiddies!

I didn't let myself relax until I reached the Mockingbird down the road. I parked my Suzuki in the back, pausing as I gazed up at the old Victorian designed building for a while. I took a couple of deep breathes to calm down.

I couldn't tell if I was nervous about having a date with Scythe or if I was nervous about those two thugs back at the Wagner's. They were definitely human. I could smell it on them. At the same time, they acted different. Mingled with human was the scent of danger.

Should I mention it to Scythe? The Hunters? Jack?

Yea, that makes for a brilliant conversation topic.

So, this wolf and his dead mate show up in our territory howling about Hunters. And a couple of suspicious looking dudes came into town. Ain't it a hoot?

I pressed the heels of my palms to my eyes in frustration, gritting my teeth before I took a deep breath to calm myself. I spread my hands out, waving air into my face.

No.

I'm being paranoid.

Being around Jack just had me wound up is all.

Jack and his pack were probably attacked by an enemy pack, they just never saw the ambush coming. As for the thugs at Wagner's, gator hunters came into town occasionally, so maybe that's who they were. Stopping by for supplies before a good hunt. Of course, that explains the German Shepherd.

So why did I still feel wound up?

I ignored the nagging sensation, taking a deep breath and heading in through the side door to the Mockingbird. It was a typical small town grille, and one of the biggest buildings in town with two stories. The ground floor was made up of the grille while the second was comprised of small apartments for the drunks and owner. Said owner was actually part of the Amethyst pack just on the edge of town, a small time pack that was mostly under my father's command when it came to big time battles.

Of course, those hadn't happened in years.

I walked down the short hallway to the main room where the bar sat at the center of the grille, other tables scattered around as well as small portion left for arcade games. A couple of human bikers were arguing over a Mrs. Pac-Man game while another guy was playing pool.

He wasn't human.

I recognized him immediately and I felt my heart begin to pound. He must have heard it too because he looked up past his dark hair, a smiling gracing his lips. Scythe Rider set his pool stick down, leaning over to one of the humans to mutter something in his ear. The older man snorted and turned away as Scythe made his way over to me.

"Glad you could make it, Zaid." He greeted, gesturing for me to follow him. I just nodded and obeyed as he led me down an aisle. We took a booth in the furthest corner where smoke hung in a light scattered haze. Scythe gestured for a waitress before he looked at me, draping an arm across the top of the booth, leaning toward me and grinning.

"Uhm..." Was my totally intelligent response. I felt my face grow hot with embarrassment as Scythe grinned wider, showing off nice, white teeth. His canines were just a tad thicker, and far sharper than any human's if you looked close enough.

"Don't tell me you're afraid of me." He said after a moment. I shook my head.

"No... Just cautious."

"I told you, this is no man's land."

"It's not that."

"Oh?" Scythe asked, lifting a regal brow. I felt a shiver go through me. I looked away from him.

It was so hard to maintain eye contact with someone so gorgeous. I was so excited about this whole date, but now I was feeling nervous and actually sort of nauseous too.

"You look like you saw a ghost. Don't tell me Nyt found out." Scythe sighed, dropping his arm away from me to slick his hair back. I blinked and looked up at him.

"You know my father?" I asked. Scythe gave me what was probably supposed to be a smile, but looked more like a grimace.

"I've met him on a couple of occasions, maybe, kinda, sorta."

"Maybe, kinda, sorta? You either did or you didn't."

"I don't want to talk about your father, though," Scythe drawled, letting his grin return, "I want to talk about you. That's why I invited you out on this date. So, how about you tell me when your birthday is, eh? You're supposed to be the next alpha, aren't you?"

I stared at him, unable to answer. How did he know that? I don't remember mentioning it at all. Did word spread that fast? Scythe smiled at my reaction and stunned me even further by leaning into my ear, nuzzling my hair and sniffing me deeply, his fingertips brushing my cheek as he did so.

I felt goose bumps rising on my skin as I sucked in a sharp breath.

"I can smell it on you," Scythe murmured against my ear, making me bite my lip, "I know the smell of a natural born leader. A strong, powerful scent. Even humans sense it. The same feeling they get when they walk by someone who's beautiful, intelligent, deadly."

I shivered and turned my head away from him.

"You're flirting with me." I deadpanned. Scythe smirked.

"You're innocent too, huh? Fine by me. I like fresh meat." This time, he closed his eyes in this evil little fox-like grin. I blushed, scowling at him.

"I'm not!"

"So you've been held before?"

"Uhm, yes."

"Sure. Another thing I can smell is a lie and you're stinking up the joint."

"Tsk!"

"Come on, Zaid... Tell me about you. I'm oh so curious. You're going to be an alpha, yet, you haven't chosen a mate. You're unnaturally quiet. We're wolves. We live for sex, violence, and food. Oh, and the occasional human party. You're so... different." Scythe mused, his eyes studying me intently as if he were trying to figure me out.

He wouldn't and I wasn't about to let him.

I loved Scythe, don't get me wrong. Everything about him made my heart throb, my head spin, and my jeans grow tighter. However, just because I loved someone, doesn't mean I was going to fall to their feet and say so.

Some might call it playing hard to get. Call it what you want, but that's my style.

"Different or weird?" I asked him. Scythe hummed for a while, drumming his fingers on the table before he grinned.

"Both."

"Thanks a lot."

"No, it's a compliment. You're so interesting. Here, I have an idea. We'll play a question game. You have to answer every question I ask you and vice versa. If it's a question you don't want to answer, you have to take a shot."

"A shot? Scythe-"

"Don't worry. I'll be ordering those shots for moi. We got ourselves a deal?" Scythe offered, wiggling his eyebrows teasingly. How could I say no to him when he did that? It was adorable. I just nodded stiffly as he beamed. The waitress came over and Scythe ordered a basket of chicken strips with a couple of shots- for himself, he told the waitress, who looked at me suspiciously.

She came back with our order and Scythe turned to me with a dazzling smile.

"You can go first since I suggested it. Ask me anything you want. Whatever you want. I'm an open book." He declared. I studied him for a while, scanning him from his dark head to his steel-toed boots. The man was so attractive, especially in those leather pants, it had to be illegal.

"You're over eighteen. Why aren't you already an alpha?" I asked. Scythe sighed.

"Oh, you have to get all serious on me. I haven't found a mate and, according to my father, it makes me unfit. I need second opinions if I'm going to make a decision, but I want it to be a special someone." He winked at me. I blushed and averted my eyes as he tore into a piece of chicken before he cleared his throat.

"My turn. Are you a virgin?" Scythe asked wickedly. I glared at him.

"That's totally inappropriate."

"No rules to questions. If you don't wanna answer, drink away, capretto." Scythe offered me a shot glass and I grimaced at the liquid inside, taking the shot glass. As soon as the scent of whiskey hit my nose, I choked and quickly set the glass down.

"Yes." I blurted.

"Wasn't so hard, now was it?" Scythe grinned.

"Says you." I grumbled. Scythe laughed, smacking his hand on his knee as he brought it up to rest against the table.

"You're adorable! All righty, your turn." He chuckled, taking a gulp from the shot glass. My face still felt like it was completely on fire as I looked in the opposite direction to think of a question. I paused, then glanced back at Scythe, who was setting his glass down and reaching for another strip of chicken.

"What are Hunters?" I asked. Scythe choked, spitting his food out and throwing the rest of it in the basket, staring at me in disbelief.

"Why would you ask that?"

"I asked the question."

"Well, yea, but-"

"Are you scared of answering my question, Scythe?" I asked daintily, cocking my head. Scythe's eyes glittered for a second before he glanced across the bar, sighing as he sank back in his seat.

"Hunters are twisted humans who hunt down anything that has to do with the Goddess. Most of them faded into history during the Burning Times. You know, the Salem Witch Trials. Hunters used really morbid and twisted ways to wipe out our kind. The last known Hunter sighting was somewhere on the East Coast, near Canada back in the mid-1800's. Not anywhere near us." Scythe explained. I nodded slowly, frowning.

It should've made me calmer, but it didn't.

"Now you've really made me curious, Zaid." Scythe told me, smiling faintly. I locked eyes with him and I felt my heart pounding again. I clenched my fists in my lap, my nails digging into my palms before Scythe looked away, taking a bite of his chicken.

"What's your favorite book?" Scythe asked suddenly. I looked at him, confused.

"Uhm... The Outsiders, I suppose." I answered slowly. Scythe smiled faintly.

"Great book. I read it back in high school."

"Yea... So, uhm..." I let my voice drift.

Damn it all. Scythe was trying to get to know me. That's what you do on a date. You focus on the person you're with, who they are. And here I am, sitting and fretting over something that doesn't even matter. I watched Scythe take another gulp from his shot glass.

"Favorite movie?" I asked him. He blinked, then hummed as he scanned the ceiling as if it held all the answers.

"I'd have to say close tie between The Nightmare Before Christmas and The Young Frankenstein. Or maybe throw in the movie Oliver! I love classic stuff. How about you? Any movies you like?"

"Gregory Doran's adaption of Hamlet."

"With David Tennant?"

"Yes."

"God, I love that man," Scythe sighed, "Great actor. Love his voice."

"What did you want to be when you were a kid?" I asked suddenly, watching as Scythe settled more comfortably in the booth, throwing his arms over the backs of the seats; one of said arms reaching behind me, fingertips brushing the back of my neck and making me bit my lip to resist sighing dreamily.

"When I was a kid," Scythe mused thoughtfully, then snapped his fingers and grinned, "A cop. I always thought it would be cool to bust the baddies. 'Course, then my dad had to ruin it with his whole 'nope, you have to be an alpha' crap. Parents. What about your parents? They sympathetic or is your dad always nasty?" I grimaced.

"He doesn't do it to be mean. He's just..."

"Got the weight of the world on his shoulders." Scythe tacked on.

"Yea."

"Funny. It must be an alpha thing. My dad does that too. He rants and raves how difficult it is on him and how we need to back up his decisions before one of my uncles tries to overthrow the pack. I doubt it, though. No offense to my dad, but he's fucking huge. He could sit on them and they'd suffocate to death."

"Gee, you're nice."

"It was a compliment! He didn't become alpha by prancing around with a flower wreath around his head. He's no fae. Sometimes I wonder if he's a bear, not a wolf." Scythe snorted, peering into his empty shot glass, placing it on the table before he tilted his head to gaze me.

I felt uncomfortable with him staring at me like that. Was he drunk? He had at least three shots of whiskey already and I've heard that stuff was pretty powerful. Anyone who was able to down it like Scythe had was pretty tough in my book.

At the same time, it felt nice to have some positive attention. It felt nice to kick back and relax with someone who was actually interested in me. Don't get me wrong, I love my pack. Each and every one of them, but sometimes, I felt like they didn't give me enough credit or they only saw me as the future alpha and nothing more.

"What're you thinking about?" Scythe asked me, snapping me out of my stupor to see that he'd scooted closer to me. I shifted a little, reaching up to tuck my hair behind my ear nervously, glancing at the time listlessly before I looked at Scythe, who was watching me with an intense stare.

"Uhn." Damn, I was just full of ingenious comebacks today. They ought to put me on Celebrity Roast.

NOT.

Scythe was definitely closer now, his lips brushing my cheek softly. They barely made contact with my skin, but I couldn't resist a very obvious shiver. I felt Scythe smile against my cheek, his lips trailing to my ear. The tip of his hot, moist tongue brushed my ear and I held my breath.

"You're so interesting. I'm debating whether I should take you home and deflower you or let you keep running away, just because it's fun to chase after you." He murmured. I blushed.

"Who said I was running?" I managed to ask.

"You play innocent. It's cute and I like making you squirm." Scythe admitted openly, pulling his face away to look at me. I felt hot and nervous just having him stare at me so intently. Everything else around us seemed to vanish. The bikers, the guests, the waitresses, the oven beeping, the Pac-Man games chattering, and the clatter of pool sticks. All of it faded as Scythe reached his hand up, brushing his fingers through my hair, bringing his fingers down to stroke the space under my ear.

His hand felt hot and rough against my jaw as he cupped my face.

Was this really happening? Were Scythe and I really on a date? Was he seriously interested in me?

Part of me wanted to dive headfirst. He liked me! He had to. He was flirting with me, trying to get to know me, risking both of our statuses as future alphas. Another part of me was nervous, afraid. I'd never done this before. I wasn't much of a dating person before. In fact, I avoided it.

And now I was faced with not just a date, but a date with the man I knew I loved.

Being this close to him just made my love for him swell even further and before I knew it, I was leaning toward him, connecting our lips. For a second, I hated myself and was about to pull back when I felt Scythe's lips move against mine.

My breath caught as his tongue brushed between my lips, forcing them apart as his mouth covered mine. His tongue danced in every part of my mouth like he was trying to memorize it. The feeling of it writhing in my mouth, tickling the roof of my mouth had me moaning shamelessly.

I felt his hands on either side of my face, pulling me in to make our kiss deeper. I was losing my breath and getting dizzy. I finally withdrew, but Scythe didn't let go of my face, his thumbs stroking my cheeks as we panted.

"And they say virgins don't know how to kiss." Scythe scoffed quietly, smiling hungrily at me. I gave him a faint smile, reaching up and daring to place my hand over his on my face. I sighed as he growled deep in his throat, a sign that he was enjoying this and he wanted more.

"We can't go back to my house," I murmured when I saw the decision being made in his mind, "My parents will smell you and kill you." Scythe snorted.

"Let them try."

"Scythe."

"Fine," Scythe said slowly with a frown, then flashed his teeth in a smirk, "I have an idea. Tonight. Meet me back at the same place near the lake that seperates our territories. Make sure you're alone, tell them you're going to get firewood or patrol the border... We'll do it there."

"What is this? Some kind of teenage soap opera?" I demanded, finally catching my breath and pulling away out of his touch. My skin still felt hot where his hands had been and it made me blush as Scythe grinned.

"Only without the censorship. Of course, if you chicken out, that's fine by me. I'll just be waiting in town for you." He said, watching me rise to my feet as I decided now was a good time to leave.

If I stayed any longer, the raw sexual aura crackling in the air was going to suffocate me and I know I'd end up doing something stupid.

"I won't chicken out," I answered firmly, "I can make my own decisions. I just hope you don't chicken out." He raised his eyebrow. We both knew that would never happen. It made us share a grin before I waved him goodbye, hurrying toward the door.

I walked outside to be hit with a blast of cool spring air, the sky darkened already with scatters of stars. I grimaced. Shit, I was late. They were bound to be suspicious. I rushed to my bike, hopping on and firing up the engine. The speakers in my helmet started to play Night Prowler by AC/DC as I screeched out of the parking lot, heading for home.

The whole way, my head was spinning and my heart was soaring.

Tonight.

Tonight Scythe Rider and I were going to... Oh God. Good thing? Bad thing? I couldn't even decide, I just knew I was eager to see him again.

I drove up the winding driveway to the large plantation house. Several lights were on, which made my stomach sink. Without a doubt they were waiting up for me and I was about to be screamed at.

I parked my bike in the barn before I gathered up the things, heading up the steps. I stopped when a strange scent hit my nose. I frowned and pushed open the door to find the foyer empty. I peered into the living room, but only the fire burned in the hearth, casting eerie shadows across the walls.

I went into the kitchen, which was also empty.

Where was everyone?

I started taking things out of the bags, putting them into their proper places before I went up the stairs, pausing by my parents bedroom. I placed my ear against the door, listening for any sign that they were there.

They weren't.

I frowned and turned to head downstairs again before walking outside into the cool night. That's when I saw the glowing of flames in the back of the house. I followed the dancing shadows to the large, spread open backyard.

My pack was gathered around a large bonfire. No, not a bonfire.

A funeral pyre.

My stomach lurched as I held my breath, watching my father recite the ancient prayers for the dead to the Goddess. My mother stood nearby with Holly, Lars, and Ivy. Jack stood on the other side, staring into the fire with dark, empty eyes. Despite the stoic look on his face, a tear was running down his cheek. My heart clenched.

Maybe Jack had only been angry and lonely earlier. That probably explained why he was acting strange compared to the moment we rescued him. At the same time, I couldn't shake this bad feeling.

Like something dangerous was about to happen.

"Zaid." Jack stated. Everyone looked up at the sight of me. Jack said nothing, but my parents sure had a lot to say.

"Zaid Kallas," My mother began angrily, storming over to me with a fist raised, "Where in blazes have you been?! We have pups, in case you've forgotten! And a beast on the loose in the woods! We have a pregnant she-wolf and a wounded loner! Have you no shame?! How do you expect to become the next alpha while you're off waltzing around like you have all the time in the world?!"

"Acacia," My father barked, making her fall silent, "Enough. We'll punish him later. We're in the middle of something far more important. Jack, I apologize."

"It's fine." Jack answered softly, then his eyes locked on me. At first I thought he would be angry that my appearance distrupted his funeral, but then he smiled faintly at me. It was a strange sight; this widowed wolf with a tear streaking down his face that still somehow held a smile.

Jack Runningwolf was a strange, strange wolf.

"Get inside," My father commanded me suddenly, making me blink, "We have no time to waste lecturing you. You are to remain confined to your quarters until tomorrow at dawn. You will help Breece watch the pups until we can find further use for you."

His words stung me a lot harsher than they should have. I should be used to this, but I had been feeling so wonderful that hearing his usual tirade struck home. I didn't say anything, though. That much was hammered into me. I just nodded and turned around, heading into the house and ignoring the heat of the fire against my back, the scent of burning flesh.

As I drifted up the stairs, the only thing on my mind was Scythe.

I wanted to see Scythe. I needed to see Scythe.

I hurried faster into my room, slamming my door shut and locking it. I went to my bed, pausing to toss around in the covers, layering it heavily with my scent before I started shoving pillows and clothes under the blankets.

Yes, I know it's an old trick that probably never worked, but it was better than nothing.

For an added measure, I went to my bathroom and shut the door, locking it from the inside after turning on the light. I stepped back, examining my room. It looked fine, as if someone was living here.

Which, they were, but not for long.

I went to the window, peering out into the woods that laid out before me. I could barely see the flames of the funeral on the other side of the house. The bonfire was out back in our yard while my bedroom window faced to the side, just out of side seeing as we had this obnoxiously large back porch with several columns holding the roof over it.

Once upon a time, sneaking out against my parents wishes would've worried me.

Now, I could care less.

I took a deep breath and pushed the window up as quietly as possibly, stepping onto the windowsill and staring down at the ground. Good Goddess, that had to be at least thirty feet or so. I'd die if I leapt the wrong way from here. I took a deep breath and slipped out onto the small portion of roof that made up the pantry below. I held my balance as I closed the window behind me, leaving a small enough space to dig my nails under and lift it when I returned.

I slowly slid down the small roof portion and jumped, landing on my feet for a second before I hit the ground, rolling a bit before I swung onto my feet again. I gazed up the side of the house, amazed I even made it without dying or getting caught.

I whirled around, gritting my teeth as I felt my body begin to turn according to my will. My bones shifted and cracked into place, skin stretching and pulling as fur coursed over my skin. In moments, I was on all fours in my true form.

I flicked my tail before bounding into the woods, my paws beating the ground silently as I leapt over fallen trees and logs. I went straight to the border before I ran along it toward the lake. I could already smell the water, hear the frogs croaking and insects chirping. I could also pick up the scent of the territories that bordered ours.

Amethyst, Catalina, and finally, Blood Rain.

I slowed as I trotted the line of the border, sniffing the air for Scythe's scent. I found a nice empty space surrounded by tall, naked trees with a layer of pines just beyond it. I plopped down, my tail curling around my legs as I tilted my head back, gazing up at the night sky.

A thick velvet blanket of darkness, dotted with silver stars and a swirl of gray clouds curled around the half-moon. I grimaced. It was nearing my birthday. The full moon. I was sick at the thought.

I honestly wasn't ready for this.

I hadn't even finished high school; thank god for spring break, otherwise, I'd have gone mad.

I also had no idea how to hunt without hopping around, according to Lars. I had a habit of jumping back a lot and I usually ended up smacking into someone. I wasn't meant to be an alpha. I hated the hereditary thing. Why couldn't someone just challenge my father and take over?

Well, someone strong enough. No offense to Breece. He was tough as nails, but he wasn't as tough as my father. My father could take down a moose without the help of our pack. He could easily survive alone.

No, he couldn't. A voice in my head scowled.

No. No wolf could ever really survive alone. Other packs would gang up on them. Larger prey would easily take them out. They were sitting ducks.

I would've went on thinking so negatively if Scythe's scent hadn't of hit my nose. I blinked and scanned the tall brush on the other side of the border, the lake glittering in the moonlight.

Something snapped and my eyes locked in that direction like a sniper rifle. I rose to my paws, my tail lifting as my ears perked. I kept my stance alert and cautious, even though I knew it was Scythe.

In moments, he was making his appearance. The white in his fur seemed sleeker, the black glowing in the dark practically as his eyes twinkling as his tail swayed gently.

You didn't chicken out. Great! His tongue lolled out as he plopped down at the line of the border. I approached the border and sat on my side, my tail flicking as I tilted my head up, my ears laying back.

You doubted me? I don't always play hard to get.

I can't tell if that's a good thing or a bad thing. I like chasing you, but it's so much fun seeing you grudgingly admit things.

Tsk!

Well, we certainly won't have any fun with this if we're not human. Oh, and how convenient? We won't have to worry about clothes. With that being said, Scythe took a step back as I rose and backed off, giving him space as he let himself change. In a blur of fur and flesh, Scythe appeared as a man before me and I felt myself shrinking back.

My ears laid against my head, my tail lowering against my legs as I peered up at him.

Damn, he was gorgeous.

His bare skin was moist, probably a sign that he trotted through the lake to get here. His dark hair fell in loose, smooth waves around his face, his hazel eyes glinting in the moonlight as his tongue darted across his lips. His muscles rippled as he moved, placing a hand on his hip and holding his hand out to me teasingly.

My mouth watered as my eyes ran over his chest and down his abdomen, counting his abs -Oh God, a six pack- and right down to his groin. His manhood stood proudly at the center of his body, obviously showing that he was ready for what was to come. After that came a pair of long, muscular legs.

The man was a sex god.

He had to be.

I suddenly felt self-conscious and reluctant to turn human. I backed up a little before sitting down a good five feet from the border, keeping my ears back. Scythe cocked a brow at me, withdrawing his hand before he smirked.

"What's wrong, Zaid? I thought you weren't going to chicken out." He mused. If I were human, I'd be blushing. I felt my ears flick upwards as I growled low in my throat to disagree. He hummed.

"Well, change. I'm not too much into beastiality. Or maybe either way it's considered so. Well, I prefer holding you as a man. Not a wolf." He explained calmly, stepping across the border. My ears stayed up and alert for a moment, my head cocked as I averted my eyes.

I can't back out now.

I got myself into this mess.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes tightly, willing myself to change. I grimaced as my bones crackled back to human bones, my skin stretching back into place. I gasped as I finally fell on my knees, feeling my face burn with embarrassment.

I couldn't look up to see Scythe's reaction.

I was too afraid what I'd see on his face. I wasn't as muscular as he was, nor were they as pronounced. Not saying I didn't have muscles, but mine were leaner and my body was built more for speed than strength.

"Are you just going to sit there?" Scythe asked, his legs stepping in front of me. I jerked my head up, staring right up his body to his face. He was watching me intensely, his eyes darkening with lust as he knelt down in front of me.

He reached out, taking my face in his hands, studying me for a moment before he leaned in and kissed me. His kiss was far hungrier, far more fierce. Our tongues fought for a dominance, knowing who would win in the end no matter what. He slowly began to push me back until I felt the forest floor on my back. Leaves, twigs, and soil ground against my back as Scythe hovered over me, his tongue tracing over his bottom lip before he dived for my lips again.

He stole my breath as his hands ran down my body, traveling along my chest. One of his hands paused, his fingers pinching at my nipple. My whole body grew tense as I resisted the urge to gasp, but it was a failure as he moved his lips away from mine. He placed them over my nipple, his tongue rolling the bud against his teeth as I hissed.

I gripped my hands through his hair, growling low in my throat. Scythe growled back, a low, baritone of a sound that made my insides quiver. My body trembled as his other hand wandered far lower, brushing the tip of me. His warm hand engulfed me and I threw my head back, gasping as his fingers worked around me.

Just when I thought I might explode, he removed his hand. I felt a whimper of disbelief rise in my throat. I cocked my head to look at him and he flashed me a smirk before nibbling his way down my stomach, making me arch my back. I threw my hand back against the ground, grabbing onto a tree root that was coiled near my head.

I ground my teeth together as he breathed hotly against my weeping erection, my body aching for more of his touch. Everywhere he touched me burned like a fire. And it only got hotter as his mouth desended upon me, taking me in fully. I gasped, arching my back further and bucking my hips, only to have him hold me down.

I growled and moaned, writhing as his tongue teased me. If you had told me that I'd be doing this with Scythe Rider, I'd of told you that you were insane. Now, I couldn't think of anything better. I felt like I was floating, a wonderful dream. I was reaching my peak, my body aching and screaming for more. My lips parted and I heard myself give a long, desperate moan as my body spent itself.

It took me a few moments to blink away the colorful stars of my release, my vision finally focusing on Scythe, who was sitting up between my legs. He was licking hungrily at the fluids smeared on his face. I blushed with shame.

"S-Sorry." I managed.

"Don't apologize," Scythe murmured, licking the last of it off his lips, "You're delicious."

I felt my face grow hotter by the second. Scythe hummed contently, leaning forward and capturing my lips for a moment before pulling away. His fingers danced along my chest, his hand crawling to my lips where he buried a finger into my mouth.

I moaned at the feeling of his finger digging around in my mouth, my tongue sliding along the digit before he inserted another two. I reached up, my fingers stroking his wrist as I sucked on his fingers. I gasped every so often as he pinched my nipple with his other hand. He smirked at me, his eyes dark and twinkling in the moonlight. From this angle -him sitting on his knees between my legs and hovering over me- the light of the moon cast handsome shadows over his face and brought out the rare dark red strands in his hair.

After a couple a seconds, he withdrew his fingers from my mouth, making me moan as his fingertips gently slid over my lips. Without another word, his finger entered me and I gasped, my nails digging into the soil, ripping up grass and crushing leaves.

"Hmmm," Scythe mused, his tongue flicking out over his lips, "You look so nice here, Zaid."

"Don't narrate!" I gasped.

"Why not? Ah, because I have no camera to capture this moment? That makes sense. Remind me next time to bring a camera." Scythe teased while at the same time thrusting his fingers into me, adding one until I was aching and needy again. The fact that he said next time made me shamelessly moan as he teased me and stroked me.

My body was aching, whimpering, begging for more as he totured me with his fingers. I bucked my hips and arched my back, hoping he'd hit a place to make me come. However, he pulled his fingers away from me just when he was about to brush it. I opened my mouth to complain, but his lips fell on mine with a hungry, hot vengence.

I couldn't even get a breath in as his lips assaulted me, his tongue lashing against mine. I panted, letting him take control as his hands gripped my thighs, pulling my legs apart further so they were aching. He settled himself between them and positioned himself before I felt myself stretching, opening up to let him in.

Immediately, I felt pain. My whole body felt like it was tearing in half, the rip slowly spreading up my back and hitting the base of my neck. I gritted my teeth to keep from crying out as I threw my hands up, grabbing his back and digging my nails into his flesh. He hissed, but his expression denied any pain and he panted as he wedged himself inside.

I felt so full, so complete. The pain only lasted for so long before a perfect pleasure assailed me. I arched my back and Scythe slid his arms around me, pulling me up off the ground so I was sitting in his lap. I kept my arms around him, my nails cutting into his skin as he started to move.

I never thought I would actually be doing this.

I had figured my father would eventually force me to mate with someone I didn't love. Yet, here I was, mating with someone I did love.

I moaned, tilting my head back, unable to concentrate on my thoughts and the nagging sensation that had followed me throughout the day. Everything around us faded. Nothing else existed in that moment. Nothing, but Scythe and I. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world.

My whole body quaked as a powerful wave of feeling struck me, causing my nails to cut into Scythe's skin. He gasped and held me close, breathing heavily into my ear as his tongue traced the outline of it. My body had a mind of its own as another blast of release came rushing in, taking my breath away so I only managed to cry out Scythe's name once.

All I heard was Scythe's voice panting my name in my ear before exhaustion struck me moments after our release. I was slumping in his arms, trying to grip his shoulders, but I suddenly felt weak and tired. I just let myself sit in Scythe's lap for a while as we tried to catch our breath.

"You're beautiful." Scythe murmured, nuzzling my throat and kissing me there gently. I was too tired to respond and simply managed a moan in response. Scythe laughed quietly before he gently set me on the forest floor, his body hovering over mine as he pulled away. He didn't leave me, though, just flopped on the ground next to me, putting his arms around me and holding me close.

His scent filled my nostrils, filled my head and senses as he cuddled me close, his breath hot against the top of my head as his lips brushed my forehead. We settled there, relaxed.

Unfortunately, my eyelids were so heavy and my body so weak that I couldn't fight the sleep that engulfed me.