19. Chapter 19- Felix

Icould run to the top of this tower and scream out my joy. I used the word mate, and she didn't flinch away. I will take care of her like she is meant to be and feed her and make sure that she will never want for anything.

This reminds me I will need to find some way to explain Dominic's death. My father will notice his disappearance, so I need to be creative. I don't want it to point back to Nyx.

I hope she allows me to watch because I have been dying to see her in action. So far, I have only seen the aftermath, but I want to experience the whole thing from beginning to end.

My eyes drift to my mate, and my chest swells with pride and love. She is so fucking strong. At a young age, she was exposed to violence and unimaginable pain. Things that could have twisted and broken her. But it didn't. She came out stronger and fiercer than anyone I have ever known. Even battle-worn soldiers could never hold a candle to her bravery and perseverance.

And now I am hers. No one and nothing will touch her. I will burn the world down for her. Blood would spill, and heads will roll if anyone so much as thinks about touching a hair on her head. And if I hear one misspoken word—

"Felix, you are going to break my hand," she chuckles with a wince. "What are you thinking about?"

"How proud I am of you," I say honestly once we are finally behind our bedroom door.

"And that has you squeezing the life out of my hand?" I let her pull it from my grasp and rub it to ease the pain I caused.

"I am sorry. I was thinking about all you have endured and came out on the other side of. I didn't mean to hurt you. That is exactly the opposite of what I want to do."

"Don't go all soft on me now, Prince. I was just starting to like you."

I pull her into me with a huge smile on my face. I can't help it. She makes me so damn happy.

"Like me? Oh, no. We can't have that!" I slowly lean down and watch her eyes soften before claiming her mouth with mine. It isn't a soft kiss, but one of passion and heat—a claiming.

I squeeze her ass, and when she gasps in surprise, I slip my tongue between her lips to dance with hers for a taste. She is so fucking addictive. She is a sweetness that is quickly followed by a heat that I crave to be burned by.

"Felix," she moans into my mouth, and I devour that, too.

"What do you need, Little Thief?"

"I…I don't know. I feel out of control. I want to be in this moment, but my body, my thirst, demands your blood. My head is so loud I can't focus on one thing." She rubs her temples and squeezes her eyes shut.

She needs blood and my body hums with the anticipation of the plan that quickly forms.

"Go look in the bottom left drawer of the dresser." She eyes me wearily, but does what I ask. I slip my hands in my pockets as she bends down to look, giving me the perfect view of her pussy. My mouth waters with the memory of her taste. I would have her for every meal if she would allow it.

"My bag!" she squeals. "It wasn't here. I checked! Where have you been keeping it?"

"It has been in my office."

She brings it to the table and sifts through it. Elation is written all over her face. If I had known that I would have gotten this kind of reaction out of her, I would have—

A sharp sting pierces my neck. Heat radiates from it and spreads down into my chest. I look at Nyx as she slowly lowers the pipe with a vicious smile on her neck. It was a lie. She hasn't accepted me. She doesn't love me…

"But I love you," I whisper before hitting the ground hard, and darkness takes me.

My head feels thick and heavy, and there is a ringing in my ears. Did I drink too much last night? Was it a bad batch of blood? What…Nyx! She shot me with one of her darts!

I slowly peel my eyes open and look around the room. Even though it's dark and my glasses are missing, I can tell I am still in my bedroom. But there's only has one candle lit. Where is she? What am I…?

I struggle, trying to free my arms, but they bent over my head and tied around my back and chest. She somehow got my unconscious body into a standing position and then fastened my arms to the massive bedpost.

"Afraid, Prince?" her raspy voice comes from the bed behind me, causing chill bumps to race across my skin. "Don't lie…" She runs her cold nose along my bare neck. "I can smell it on you."

"Terrified," I growl. It's not a lie. I don't know what she is planning, but I am both excited and frightened.

"Good. Because it won't be fun if you aren't," she chuckles.

My eyes close involuntarily as her small, calloused hands slide around my sides to my stomach and chest.

"Where are my clothes, Little Thief?" I moan, barely able to think with her teeth scraping against my shoulder.

"You don't need them. Plus…I want to see you when I finally exact my vengeance." She climbs off the bed, wearing the black clothes I saw her in back at the Inn. Fuck, she is sexy. I strain against the ropes, desperate to touch her, and smile with pride when I can't get out of them. She did a fantastic job with the knots. They don't even groan when I use all my strength against them.

She pulls her dagger out of her boot and gifts me with a radiant smile. There isn't a thing I wouldn't do for her. If she asked me to crawl throughout the Kingdom, I would. She wants someone's head? I would bring it to her on a silver platter. She wants me dead? Sure, but only if it is by her hands.

"I have dreamed about destroying you in every way possible since the day that I first laid eyes on you. I craved the feel of your bones cracking under my hands and the sound of your blood hitting the floor. And now…" she pauses, taking a deep breath, trying to steady herself. Whatever it is she is about to say is going to be hard for her. I need to hold her, but the ropes still won't budge. "…and now that you have turned me into…this…after I have fought so hard not to…"

"I couldn't let you die. Call me selfish, call whatever you need, but I needed you to live."

"And now you will suffer because of it." She holds my attention prisoner as she walks forward with her dagger raised. A thin line of blood appears under its blade as she drags it across my chest. I don't flinch or make a sound; I am too hypnotized by her blue eyes shining with anticipation. Our combined moans echo around us as her tongue follows the line. "I didn't want to enjoy your taste. But I do. I can't get enough."

My eyes want to close from the bliss of her touch, but I don't want to miss a thing. I want to see every little emotion that crosses her face. She is stunning. My breath catches when she looks up at me again and doesn't break the connection as she slides the blade against my flesh again.

"Fuck," I groan, barely able to contain myself. I pull against the ropes again, desperate to feast on her. "Hellcat, please." I don't know if I am begging for more, to be let free.

"Why do you do that?" she asks between the long drags of her tongue.

"What?" I say through clenched teeth.

"Switch between hellcat and little thief. Most of the time, someone only picks one nickname and sticks with it."

"I…I…shit! If you want an answer, you are going to have to stop licking me!"

"If you don't answer the question, I will stop completely," she challenges with a huge smile, exposing her fangs. My blood lights on fire, and I become uncomfortably hard at the thought of her sinking them into me.

"I use little thief in moments that you steal my heart and hellcat when you give me attitude," I hurriedly say before she stops touching me.

"Awe… isn't that sweet? Let's see if I can inspire you to come up with a new nickname."

Her lips scorch a path down my chest and belly until she gets on her knees before me. Her white hair flows around her in soft waves, and her blue eyes dance before the air is forced out of my lungs when she grabs my cock in a firm grip. She is determined to torture me. Her small hand doesn't move. She just sits there, holding and squeezing it.

I try jerking my hips to get friction, but she lets go of me before I can get any kind of satisfaction from it.

"Nyx!"

"Oh! So it is not inspiring enough for a new nickname, but enough for you to use my chosen name." She grabs ahold of me again, but this time, she moves her hand from tip to base. "Let's see if I can remedy that."

Her mouth covers my tip, and my head falls back as far as it can with how my arms are secured. Her tongue swirls around the head, forcing a deep, guttural moan from my lips. I nearly come in her mouth when her claws dig into the back of my thighs, forcing me deeper to the back of her throat.

"Yes," I groan. Every part of my being is alive and on fire for the female before me. I want her in every way imaginable. But right now, she needs the control more than I do. She needs to feel like her life is in her own hands. So, I will sit here and take all she is willing to give. It's not like it is a terrible thing to endure, but she is driving me mad with the soft touches and gentle tugs of her mouth. "Hellcat, please! More!"

"You are so cute when you beg," she laughs. "Do it again." Her mouth covers me again, softly pulling and licking its entire length. I try to thrust my hips to get more. But she pulls away and lets go every time I do. "I said beg."

"Please, Nyx. I need to touch you. I need—"

"Still using my chosen name." She continues to go slow, her touch barely a whisper against my skin.

"Please!"

Her mouth tightens, and she pulls hard. My eyes roll back in my head as her hand works up and down my shaft in tandem with her mouth. She squeezes while creating a suction on the head and rolling her tongue beneath it.

"Please, love!"

She quickly pulls away and looks me straight in the eye.

"Love?"

"Yes, love! I have loved you since the day I saw you. I had been following you for months, trying to figure you out. And the little I gathered was enough to have my respect grow every time I saw one of your kills. I knew they were terrible Keryth, and they deserved everything that was done to them. You were strong and courageous. And then you revealed yourself to me at the Inn, argued with me, and promised violence; I knew my heart was lost forever."

"Even then…when you knew I was broken and trying to kill you?"

"You were not broken. You were hurt and needed time to heal. And your violence, hmmm, I crave it!" A plethora of emotions play across her face until she finally settles on one.

Lust.

Her eyes go heavy, and she chews her bottom lip as her gaze devours me. "Do it!" I grit out through my passion-filled haze.

"What?" she breathes.

"Destroy me."

She nods once, and then before I can say another word, she buries her fangs deep into my thigh. I scream out in ecstasy, shooting cum on her in the process. I wasn't prepared for the intensity of it. But the feel of her lips, the pain of her fangs, and the hypnotizing pull of my blood into her mouth are too much at once.

Nyx doesn't stop. She continues to drink from me while working my over-sensitive cock in her calloused hand. My control is slipping, the monster demanding me to return the favor.

"Untie me!" I growl.

She smoothly gets to her feet and grabs my face with one hand, squeezing my cheeks.

"I meant it when I said you are going to suffer. Now, be a good boy and shut the fuck up." She smiles and pats my cheek hard. "Let's see… first you kidnapped me." Her fist slams into my gut, knocking the air out of me. "Second, you brought me to this nightmare of a castle." Her booted foot lands hard on my bare foot. "Third, you made me sleep in the bed with you against my will." My cheek stings from her slap, and there is probably now a perfect red imprint of her hand on it. "And then you made me question everything I ever knew." She picks up the dagger and adds another slice across my chest, this time letting the blood flow instead of licking it up. "Then you had the AUDACITY to make me feel things." Her fangs pierce deeply into the spot where my neck and shoulder meet, and I nearly come again. But too soon, she lets go and places her lips against my ear. "And now I have fallen for my enemy and can't stomach the thought of losing him." My heart pounds viciously in my chest as her blade slips between my chest and the rope and slices clean through it.

I try to move my arms again, but they are still secure. My little Hellcat only cut me free from the bed. I am still at her mercy. And it is the sexiest thing I have ever experienced in my long existence.

"Sit," she commands. And I obey without a second thought. "Don't look away."

Even if someone tried to move my head, I could not remove my eyes from the creature before me. My cock is hard before she gets her boots kicked off. There is something so incredibly intimate about a female walking around barefoot. Like she is comfortable in the space, and the fact it is in my space makes it that much hotter. But then her pants are slowly dragged down her scarred, pale legs, and I hunger to kiss all the way up from her toes until I can consume her. Next, she rips her shirt over her head, leaving her bare. She's not wearing undergarments. She is absolutely trying to kill me. And I have never been so prepared for death as I am now.

When I first spotted those scars in the Inn, worry was the first emotion that swamped me. Anger was quick to follow. Now, when I admire them, all I see is the most beautiful display of strength.

I stand and slowly walk until I tower over her. Her blue eyes pierce my soul, and I fall to my knees before her with my hands still secure.

"Allow me to worship you the way you deserve. I need to taste you and feel you beneath my tongue. My mind is about to crack with desperation. Please, Love. Little Thief. Hellcat. I need this."

Her smile is wicked as she nods her permission. I don't waste any time and groan with the first lick across the thick scar that runs all the way up from her knee to her hip. Her addictive moans become louder when I kiss across her belly and then lower.

Her fingers thread through my hair, and I latch onto her clit. Sucking, tugging, rolling my tongue over it again and again until my eyes water from her pulling on my hair. Her knees nearly give out as I flatten my tongue and drag it from as far back as I can reach until I circle her clit again. I repeat it until her moans are so loud they border on becoming screams.

"Get on the bed," she breathes. But this is the one time I don't obey and thrust my tongue inside of her. She screams out and grinds against my mouth, fucking my face just like I have fantasized about.

I continue to fight against my binds while she uses me, but they still won't budge. I was into it at first, but now I am desperate to get my hands on her and have her screaming out until she loses her voice completely.

"Felix!" she screams, flooding my mouth. But before I can drink her up, my back hits the floor, and she is on top of me. "You don't want to listen? Fine. Now, you will have to be punished."

"Worth it," I say, licking my lips.

Her smile is breathtaking, and my heart warms at the sight. She is mine. This strong, beautiful, violent female in mine! I don't know what I have done over the years to be blessed with such a gift, but I will make sure that I spend the rest of my days making sure I deserve to keep her.

"Shit," I groan as she lowers herself on top of me. Her body is still working through the orgasm, causing her walls to clamp around me. "Ride me!" I beg.

Her hips slam down on top of me, stealing my ability to breathe. Going painstakingly slow, she rises before slamming down again. The little hitch in her voice sends a jolt through my body, bringing me close to falling over the edge.

"Untie me!" I demand, but she only smiles. "Love, please." I try a different tactic, but it still has no effect. She continues the torture of slowly rising and then slamming down.

Her breathing picks up, and her moans get louder. She is so close. I want to watch her come apart for me. I thrust upward as she slams down, and I smile at the way her eyes widen.

"Come for me," I whisper, and am blessed with the feel of her soaking me thoroughly. "Yes," I groan. "Just. Like. That." She stills over me, struggling to catch her breath. "Untie me."

She nods, and I growl, missing her weight on top of me. I bite my tongue, waiting for her to slide the blade between my skin and the rope. Keeping every muscle frozen in place after I sit up, I allow her to slowly remove the ropes from my forearms and from around my chest. I count every second until she returns to bed, waiting to see what I do.

"My turn," I growl.

I pull her to me and devour her mouth like a starving male. My hands roam all over her body, worshiping it with soft touches and firm holds. I can't get enough of the feel of her, that taste of her.

She thought she could torture me and get away with it.

"Pick a safe word."

"What?"

"Pick a word you wouldn't normally say so that if you say it, I know you mean it. Because I won't stop until you do."

Her bright blue eyes search my face, and she chews on the inside of her lip until she finally settles on something.

"Help," she whispers.

My heart breaks a little at her choice. Unable to do anything about it now, not that she would let me even if I tried, I cover her mouth with mine again.

Laying her down, I take my time tasting her. Quickening my pace, I drive her into a frenzy all over again. I want her feral. I want her to let go of all control completely. I run my hand down from her throat, across her belly, and down to her wetness. I rub through it, driving her crazy by only getting close enough to her clit to make her squirm, trying to get me closer to it. But I don't give it to her yet. I continue to run my fingers around and even insert them just a little to make her crave more.

"Felix, I swear!"

"What, love? You have been torturing me for the past hour. Do you need to use your safe word?" She grits her teeth and squeezes her eyes shut. "Say it," I whisper in her ear, testing to see what she will do. And just like I knew she would, she bites her lip and strengthens her resolve. "Good girl," I smile and reward her by finally focusing on her clit.

When her legs move out of her control, I stop and take my time kissing her again. She grunts in frustration, but kisses me back. I laugh deep and long as her nails rake down my back, probably her way of trying to punish me, but little does she know I love it.

"Ready?" I ask.

She nods quickly, and that is the only encouragement I need. I lift her leg and enter her with one quick thrust. I don't hold back but allow the beast full reign of our strength. She feels so fucking good. And when she moves to play with her nipples, I nearly lose it altogether. So. Fucking. Beautiful. I bet she would look good while taken against the wall.

"Wrap your legs around my waist." Luckily, she doesn't argue.

I lift her and carry her away from the bed, pinning her against the wall. I was right; she does look good here, too. I bet she would make every single piece of furniture in this room look a thousand times better. And now, I am determined to see it all for myself.

She tilts her head back, giving me complete access to her throat. I bite down harder than I mean to, but she doesn't seem to mind. She screams out in ecstasy, her pussy clenching around me and soaking me once again. Her claws dig into my back, and her legs tighten, pulling me closer and encouraging me to continue my pace.

A tingling starts at the base of my spine, so I stop drinking and try to force it away. I'm not ready to stop yet. I am not ready to…all thought is driven from my head as her fangs pierce deeply into my chest right above my heart.

"FUCK!" I roar out with the release that rips through my body. I pick her up as she continues to drink from me and slam her down on top of the table.

She lets go with boisterous laughter and spreads my blood from her mouth down to her breast. I throw her hands away and lick up every single drop of blood from her skin. Nothing has ever tasted so divine as her or off of her. She makes everything in this life better and brighter. I can't wait to spend the rest of our long existence together, trying new things and getting to know one another.

"I love you," I say, looking down at the gift I never deserved.

"I…" I place my fingers over her lips and slowly shake my head.

"Don't say it unless you mean it. I am not saying it for a response; I am saying it to let you know how I feel. Nothing more, nothing less." I trail my fingers along her cheek and watch as she physically relaxes.

"It's not that I don't—" A loud crack cuts her off. We both hold our breaths and wait to see what happens. The crack comes again, and our eyes meet right when the table gives out. We both crash to the floor in a tangle of limbs and hysterical laughter.