Chapter 76: Chapter 76

She flinches at her name but not enough to cause alarm, her eyes scan her clothes and she scowls at me, “Great, I'm covered in blood because of you.” I match her gaze and she rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. “It's your fault, if you killed him the second you had hands on him, I wouldn't have had to go all blood thirsty Veteran on him.” She says walking away.

Tiana has balls, bigger balls than most men I know, she is fierce and upfront, she isn't like Camilla. They both have a fire in their eyes but aside from that, they are polar opposites but fit so well together. I've watched them together today, they're almost the same individual, only they live in two bodies.

However, what Tiana just did proves how much she loves Camilla. Tee carries a 'fuck it' attitude and exudes confidence I can't help but wonder why some of this confidence hasn't rubbed off on Camilla. But I do know she has a fire in her soul, I've seen it multiple times when she seemed angry about something, it's lingering to be set loose and if let out, my girl can take over the world in a swift clean kick like her friend just did with Zachary, only less messy.

I watch the birthday girl as I walk away, she's watching the bloody trail Zachary left as he got dragged out of the hall. Aside from this ludicrous bullshit Zachary tried to pull, her birthday was a success and now she can always remember it with the aid of the vivid display Tiana gave us.

Some of Zachary's blood from when Tiana plunged into his chest splattered on my clothes, so I went to my other room to change before seeing Camilla. I know blood frightens her so I can't wear bloody clothing when I see her. On my way to the room Camilla is sleeping in, I run into Liliana and Angel, her makeup is smudged.

The dark wings she'd worn earlier are gone, she looked beautiful as always but right now, all her grace is gone. She seems to have been crying, a part of me wants to stop and ask her what the problem might be because no matter what, I have a soft spot for Angel but a bigger fraction of me wants nothing to do with her.

That part of me doesn't want her to confuse concern for sheer affection but all of me loves Camilla and doesn't want to hurt her, the second fraction wins, I walk away without asking. I want to be friends with Angel without causing Camilla to feel threatened by her but there's no way, Angel desires a relationship with me that can never be and I miss our friendship.

Angel and I didn't just fuck, we had heart to heart conversations, she was like Santiago to me minus the getting my dick wet, she stuck around even when I treated her like shit.

My intentions with her have always been clear, it was never going to be more than just sex between us but with Camilla, it's more than love, we started with love before anything. I understand Angel's resentment towards Camilla but she needs to get over herself and accept reality. Camilla is my reality and my daydream. I did tell Angel I didn't know how to feel and I don't, hunger and horniness are my two emotions but, that was before Camilla, with her I feel so many things I can't put a name on and it scares me.

It scares me that I won't be able to love her right, I fear screwing us up in a flash. I have already hurt her so much, I don't think another wave of pain would be fair on her thus, I tiptoe around my decisions when it comes to my personal life, she will always come first in it.

Entering our bedroom, yes, this is our bedroom. Mine and Camilla's, my mother had it made specifically for my mate and I. I haven't let another girl sleep in this room with the exception of the time Santiago found me attempting to fuck her.

Camilla is the only girl that has slept in this bed and I wouldn't want it any other way, my girl is phenomenal and I would feel as if I were disrespectful to her if she ever lay in the chamber where I played with my fuck toys.

Camilla's costume is long gone, she sits in my bed dressed in nothing but her lingerie. Purely white lingerie, her skin looks stunning.

All night I wondered what she had underneath her clothes tonight and never in a million years did I imagine she'd be dressed in an all white lace bra and panties. Hunter grunts in the back of my head, pushing to gain full control of me. I seethe at him to keep him at bay as I take in Camilla, all of her. I've seen and fucked a thousand models but none of them come close to Camilla, my beautiful mate.

“You locked me up.” Camilla purrs, shocked by the sound she released. I shift my gaze from her panties to her ravishing face. Her ultraviolet eyes gleaming with pure purple, in them, no other color is visible. I've never seen anyone with eyes like Camilla except for queen Amaya and her daughter Princess Victoria, but they didn't strike me as much as Camilla's eyes.

This is the first time her eyes have sparkled with intense purple, she looks like a doll, a goddamn remarkable doll. I pull my phone out of my pocket and snap a picture of her, no doubt my memory will engrave this image of her in my memory until the day I take my last breath but still, I want a tangible copy of it. My gaze doesn't leave hers as I take another picture, before tossing my phone somewhere across the room, hoping it will land on the sofa or at least the carpet. Camilla pulls her bottom lip into her mouth as she watches me through her sparkling eyes, her eyes are glued on my chest, watching it up to the V-line that disappears into my pants.

A soft moan escapes her pressed lips, the moan goes straight to my dick, giving it a huge vibration. Great, I'm harder than I was beforehand.

“Oh,” Camilla whimpers. This time, her tone was a little painful, so I kick the door shut as I approached her. She's eyeing me sternly through those captivating eyes of hers that now hold mine prisoner, I can't look away from them. There's something behind them, something sacred but elucidating lust also dances in them.

She yanks her gaze away, leaving me with a feeling of dereliction. I follow her gaze to where her thin lace panties connect with a pillow, only now do I see what she's doing. When I walked in, I presumed she was simply resting on it, hell I didn't pay the pillow attention because I was but drinking her entire look. Camilla is straddling the pillow as she pushes against it for some friction, any fiction to soothe the ache between her thighs. Her pheromones smell like heaven, if heaven had a distinct smell, it would be my Mia.

I watch as she struggles to rub against the with apparent need, her moans getting more pained by the second. Her gaze finds mine but she doesn't hold it just yet, her eyes drift to my bare chest which I also didn't think about covering before I came to her. I thought she'd be asleep but I'm glad she's okay, extremely horny but fine.

“Adrian.” She pleads, her voice hoarse.

I gulp hastily, holding her gaze. “We can't Camilla, especially not like this. I crave nothing more than to fuck you but-”

A sultry whimper cuts me off, “Please.” she whimpers once again humping the pillow harder, my cock grows a little more and I could bet I just came. “Adrian...” She trails off.

I take one step forth, colliding with the edge of the bed as I watch her with unmistakable lust and adoration. “Tell me,” I mumble, crouching on the bed, my knees plummeting the mattress beneath me.

“How many times have you made yourself cum?” I ask, my hand dawdling around her throat.

She runs her tongue over her lips and stops grinding the pillow, peering into my gaze, she gulps. “Zero, I want you to do it. Only you can make me cum Adrian, I'll do anything, please.”

The pleading is unnecessary, all she had to do was ask once and I would give it to her. I am more than willing to put my needs aside to satisfy Mia. I lean into her and grin widely, I tease her by licking my mark and she lets out a cry. “What's wrong baby, need my tongue in a different place?”

“Yes!” she moans, “Fuck me Adrian, with your mouth, your tongue, your fingers, your cock I don't care just please make the ache go away, I can't take it, I need you.” she whimpers, biting on her lip.

I grin sliding my tongue over her lips and they part for me. “You want me to eat your sweet cunt my darling huh?”

“Mm, yes! Eat it, bite it and wreck it like it's yours because it is.”

“Damn right it is Mia. Though, are you want me to fuck you tonight? I won't be able to hold back as much as I would incline toward it, your heat will make it arduous for me.”

She nods, inching closer to me as she leaves barely an inch between us. “Use me like your personal rag doll, I don't care. I just want you and you're a goddamn bastard for not giving me what I need Alpha Adrian.” She murmurs.

Alpha, good. Even as she is blinded by desire I'm glad she acknowledges I'm not just any man, I'm an Alpha and just like I do everything, I fuck like it. “You're going to regret your choice of words my darling.”

A grin plays on her lips, “Make me.” She whispers, her tone heavy with need. I push her back into the mattress and toss the pillows aside, I was preparing her for the first time I take her by making sure she ate and slept more than enough but things have taken a turn, I don't have it in me to resist her tonight, I'm certain there's many unmated males outside my door, drawn here by the aroma of her need.

Yes, aroma, because I can't think of a more sophisticated word to describe how my favorite meal injects into the air. I bend over her and slide my tongue between her parted lips, devouring her mouth hungrily. I pull away from the heated kiss when her teeth sink into my lip, it stings like a fang bite.

I tug on her bottom lip until a bead of blood forms, then I kiss her again, tasting her mouth and our blood together, the combined taste is incredible. I have never possessed a blood kink before but with her, I want to taste every inch of her. I want to taste every liquid on her, her sweat, her spit, her blood, her tears and let's not forget her cum, I want to taste it and savor it like the divine satisfaction it is.