Well...he did say we were going to be naughty.

     I wasn't able to get one foot in the door. His hands seizing my hips as he spun me to take my lips. Shutting his bedroom door with the gentle kick of his foot. I was barely able to think as our tongues danced, a simple feeling running through me that made my body pulse and quiver. 

Need.

     Ravenous hands pulled at pieces of fabric as they fell to the floor, a new lick of fire being revealed with each stripping. His eyes consumed my body as skillful hands took off my bra, revealing erect nipples that were prime for sucking. He kissed each one of my breast as I was pinned against the wall. My body erratic as hungry hands glided down my sides before hooking into my panties, sliding them down with great ease. I felt vulnerable before him, stripped of all coverings as my body was free for him to do as he pleased. To tease. To torture. To devour. I was hesitant to find out what he was planning to do to me, but I knew that more than anything my body was begging for it. He chuckled and I just knew that he was savoring the image he made before him,  reveling in the satisfaction of how vulnerable he makes me feel. Of what his touch does to me. It was in that moment I realized that two can play at this game.

     My hand instinctively went to his crotch, feeling him tense as I squeezed his hard on. He moaned as his proud posture faltered, hands clutching the wall as each landed on either side of my head. I squeezed again, my thumb stroking his length lightly as his breath came out shaky and heavy. He couldn't control himself as I teased him, rubbing his bulge with the palm of my hand as the other explored his clothed body. Watching him tremble and shake beneath my touch as his eyes screamed, "mine". I chuckled from his vulnerability.

"Not such a tough Alpha after all, huh?" I whispered in his ear, following it with a moan as it shook him. A resistant growl escaping his lips before I gave him another squeeze, another moan breaking him as he drowned in the pleasure. That's right. He's vulnerable to my touch too. His body is also begging for it. He can also quake and moan from the things I do to him. This is what love does. I reached for his shirt, unbuttoning it agonizingly slow as I could tell he was getting impatient. It makes us vulnerable, weak. I kissed him hard, unable to contain myself as I practically ripped him from the restraint. It makes us strong. The sound of me undoing his belt mixed with the hushed sound of our hot breath. It taints us. His pants fell to the floor, leaving nothing but boxers who were doing their best to contain his beast. Purifies us. My hands slipped into his boxers, grabbing his bare ass before sliding them down with great ease. Revealing his length as I couldn't resist the urge to follow every inch of it with my eyes, biting my bottom lip. And we demand to drown in it.       

"You're not being nice Kitten," His voice was dark and warm. Grabbing my chin as he gently forced me to look at him. 

I smirked, "Whatcha gonna do about it?"

     He growled at my cockiness. Slamming his lips against mine as he picked me up, holding me by my ass before he slapped it, flinching from the sting before I melted. He slapped me again, prompting me to wrap my legs around his waist after I instinctively looped my arms around his neck. I could feel the tip of his cock on my center. Oh god. Our breaths came out heavy and erratic as his tongue tasted mine, my body being enticed by the feel of him against me. My hands were lost in his hair as my tongue ventured his mouth, pulling away to bite his bottom lip while he squeezed my ass. My pulsating body was so lost in the need of him that I didn't notice when he moved us to his bathroom or when he turned the shower on until he placed me down on the counter. Whimpering when he pulled away, feeling myself become dissatisfied.  

He laughed, placing his hand on my cheek as his thumb stroked my bottom lip. My hands going to his chest as he placed his forehead against mine. "Be patient Kitten, I'm trying to teach you a little discipline first," he teased before dipping his head into my neck. Sucking on my skin before trailing a line of kisses to the crook of my shoulder.

"But I don't want discipline. I just want you." I replied, breathless.

     He shuddered from my words, clutching the counter tightly as his hot breath fanned against my skin. Making me shiver before I tensed with the feel of his hand on my thigh. His grip was soft and yet firm, giving it a squeeze that made me gasp. He chuckled before dragging his fingers to my inner thigh, moving agonizingly slow as I can feel my body twitch with every stroke. I was practically trembling as my chest rose violently up and down with each heavy breath. I blushed when I felt his hand open my legs forcefully by pushing my thigh away from the other. My back arched when it felt his finger on my clit, a moan escaping from lips as my legs tensed.

"God, you're so sexy Kitten," he growled in my ear before taking my earlobe between his teeth. Another involuntary moan escaping my lips as I felt his fingers begin to travel again. A tension rising in my belly before he inserted his finger inside of me, his thumb on my clit where his fingers were not too long ago. "Oh god," I replied trembling as he began to slowly thrusts his finger inside of me. Grabbing onto his shoulders tightly as my nails buried into his skin. My back arching as he began to pump into me faster, hitting my g spot with every teasing thrust.

"Fuck baby you're so wet," he groaned, his finger keeping their tortuous rhythm as I just wanted them to go deeper. To fill me completely. "You're practically dripping and you're so goddamn tight baby. You're practically squeezing the life out of my finger, I can't wait to get my cock inside of you." Every word he spoke made my center clench his finger tighter, trembling as he was laughing at the mess I was. To which he then placed another finger inside of me, pumping eagerly as I looked into his lust hooded eyes. "Isn't that what you want Kitten? To have me so deep inside of you that you wouldn't know where you ended and I began? To pound you mercilessly so you wouldn't be able to walk the next day? To devour every inch of this succulent body so you are drowning in the most perverted thoughts of me? Huh, is that what baby wants?"    

"Y-yes Alpha," I said breathless, biting my bottom lip hard as I looked at him with so much need. He froze from my response, pulling his fingers out of me as he wasn't too sure if he heard what I said. His body completely tensed as he looked at me with a new found hunger. Me resisting the urge to whimper. 

"What did you say?" His voice was dark and demanding. I could tell that he was restraining himself so I could oh so desperately repeat what I just said. I smirked.

"I said," wrapping my arms around his neck as I brought him closer to me. Pressing my breast against his sculpted chest making him groan slightly. "Yes I want your cock Alpha."

     He closed his eyes, inhaling sharply as I could tell he was savoring every breath of that sentence. His hands clutching the counter tightly as his body pulsed with the speaking of those words. Clinging on to each one as each sent a new wave through him, making his ears red and his breath ragged. I chuckled with victory only to bow in submission as I was met with fiery red eyes, bringing out my electric blue.

"Fuck," he snarled before his strong hands lifted me up by my waist. Wrapping myself around him as his hands glided down my back to hold my ass. Hearing the sliding glass door of the shower open as I could feel the hot steam on my back. He took a moment to adjust the water before stepping inside, feeling the warm rain on my face, soaking into my hair and skin as I heard the glass door close again. He didn't put me down as we stood under the water, taking a step out of the stream as he carried me. Rubbing the water out of my face before my body tensed with the feel of the cold tile against my back. Ky's hands on my thighs were firm as he made sure they were wrapped tightly around his waist. Feeling him position his bare cock to go inside of me, the tip prodding at my center, the two of us panting wildly.

Good thing I got on birth control a month ago.     

"I can't wait anymore Serena." His voice was husky as my name rolling off his tongue made me shiver. Panting as my arms were wrapped around his neck, holding him tightly against me as he buried his face into my neck. 

I couldn't wait anymore. "Pleas-Ah!" My voice shot into a moan as Ky inserted himself into me. My heart beating rapidly as I took him in completely, trembling as the subtle hints of pain dulled into pleasure. It's much easier this time I thought as I clung onto him, burying my face into his shoulder as my hand went into his hair. Feeling his soft wet locks as this unsatisfied need rose within, burning me from the inside as I just wanted to melt into him. I was about to beg him but he began to move his hips on his own accord. Thrusting into me slowly as each sent another trembling wave through me, an indescribable pleasure shooting from my center to radiate in a deep moan. Gasping for air as my grip on him tighten, running my nails down his back enlisting an earthy moan from him.

"F-Faster baby," I pleaded, bracing myself as his rhythm quickened, being thrown into a whole new round of pleasure. I couldn't stop moaning his name as his hands and mouth devoured me, sucking on my neck and squeezing my ass, my breasts. I was lost, drowning in the rising ecstasy as my body felt like it wasn't my own anymore. It had hungered for him and it wanted to be devoured by him. I wanted to be consumed in his presence, to devour him in exquisite ways. "Harder Ky," I wanted him to be merciless. He pounded into me with all the passion and desire that had festered in his body since the first day we met. A force that shook me to the core as I couldn't think of anything else. I was going wild as my body trembled with the simplest touch, his thrusting only escalating in roughness and speed as his hand clutched the wall firmly. His groans next to my ear were the most beautiful thing I had ever heard, the pleasure rising as I could feel myself about to give in.

"Oh God!" And then it spilled over, a wave of orgasmic relief crashing into me like a soft tidal wave. A shaking leaf whose body pulsated with the most unimaginable feeling, only to be hit again when her partner came. I was an utter mess as I hid in Ky's chest, trying to catch my breath as I could just feel the burning red on my cheeks. He held me so tightly, giving a kiss to my forehead as he stroked my hair tenderly. Taking a dip into the stream as the feel of water and skin seemed to entice us again. It wasn't long before I was pushed up against another wall, feeling the thrusting of my mate's cock inside of me.

Oh god, here's round two.

* Earlier, Narrator *

     The king slumped in his throne, holding a glass of spiked eggnog as he ignored the Christmas party down the hall. He was occupied with other things, he couldn't get her off his mind. He couldn't be bothered with parties as he took another sip, the vodka not hitting hard enough. He sighed, rubbing his temples as he moped, as he couldn't wrap his head around the fact that he was missing her. How could a king fall so low to miss a mutt like that. It was at that moment two guards busted through the door, dragging a lowly servant by the shoulders as the servant struggled. Dante's head butler following suite as the two threw the servant at Dante's feet, Dante looking upon the man with a disgusted grimace.

A distraction. He thought.

"Charles, what is the meaning of this?" he questioned the head butler.

"We found him stealing a loathe of bread from the kitchen sir, claims that it was to feed his family." Charles replied, his hands poised behind his back. The servant's head bowed in submission and fear as he trembled before the king.

"A loathe of bread huh," Dante repeated, rubbing his chin as his eyes burned with fire. He was displeased, angry even. "No one steals from the Royal family. Execute him and bring me his head."

The servant's head whipped up, "Your Majesty-"   

"Isn't that a bit extreme your highness," One of the guards who dragged the servant in spoke up. There was a long silence as all eyes froze upon the guard who dared to question his king. And then Dante covered his face with his hand and broke out into a laugh, a wild, maniacal laugh that bounced off the walls. He laughed until his sides hurt as no one joined in his frenzy before dragging his hand down his face, revealing bright red eyes that burned like a dying star.

"Extreme?" He snarled, standing from his throne as he walked down the steps, handing his glass to Charles. Who graciously took it for the time being. "You think it's too...extreme?" He asked rhetorical, getting up in the guards face as he practically spat on it. "Answer me!"

"Y-Yes sir," the guard riddled with fear as Dante looked upon him like a wild animal. Looking like a mad man filled with bewilderment as he laughed.

"Let's change that then," He said nodding as his voice was sinister. Grabbing the servant by his hair as he pulled hard, making the servant look up before Dante crouched before him. His eyes scanned his face, watching how the lowlife sweated in fear as he trembled like a sheep before the slaughter. And that's when he thought of it, that's when he thought of a punishment perfect for a sheep. He clicked his tongue, "I want you to throw him in the dungeon and to slice open his belly before dragging his entrails across the cold floor. And leave him there for the maggots and rats to chew on. To die a slow, painful, and lonely death as he watches himself being eaten alive." The servants face went pale as Dante's lips twisted into a smirk before letting out a small chuckle. "And," he began as he stood, coming face to face with the questioning guard, "I want your head instead." The guard's eyes widened as he clenched his jaw tight, trying to hold back every ounce of fear as a vein popped from his forehead.

"Get them out of my sight," Dante ordered. The two being apprehended as another set of guards joined the first, dragging the two as they shouted their pleads and begged for forgiveness. Shouting all the way out the room before the door muffled their continuous cries that echoed down the hall. Dante exhaled a heavy sigh as he rubbed his eyes, taking his glass from Charles before turning his back on him. The two were alone.

"What is it Charles?" His voice was harsh and cold, walking to one of the giant windows that took up one wall of the throne room. Peering down the mountain as he could see her face in the snow.              

"Why aren't you at the party your highness?" Charles posed the question not out of curiosity, he was accusing Dante of something and he knew it. 

It took Dante a moment to respond. "That's none of your business." Taking a swig of his glass.

"Are you thinking about that girl sir? The one known as Havenmoon?"

     Charles stepped to the side as he dodged Dante's glass that was flying at him. Hearing it shatter on the floor behind him as Dante was now in his face. Grabbing him by his collar as the young king was huffing with rage and, perhaps, a slight fear. Dante's hands shaking slightly as he bare his fangs, the impediment of a true vampire. Charles was unfazed.

"Watch your tongue Charles," He warned after a long moment. Releasing Charles from his grasp as he turned back to the window, arms crossed in a fit.

"Your highness, you know you are soon to be wedded to Miss Delphine Black after you've taken revenge for your father." Charles reminding the King as he fixed his uniform, readjusting his tie and vest. "Why squander your time with such a woman that is the enemy may I remind you."

Dante pressed his lips tightly. "You wouldn't understand Charles. Even I don't understand it." He sighed as his head fell back, tilting his face to the sky with closed eyes.

"Then forget this silly endeavor and listen to the voice of reason. Focus on loving Miss Black, I beg you your highness." Charles voice was a concoction of worry and anger. Sounding like a desperate parent trying to wean their child onto the right path.      

*Play Song*

     Dante took another long sigh, feeling his shoulders relax as he considered the words of his butler. Seeing the rationality in his words and the fortune it would bring to his kingdom. Dante needed to marry Delphine in order to solidify the alliance between him and her father, to have access to his land and forces. But was he willing to throw away this feeling for his kingdom? Was he able to forget and not wane with every passing thought of her. Another long sigh passed his lips and then it was as if someone had flipped a switch. He had a thought, yes an evil and conniving thought.

"No one said I couldn't have a concubine," He said, looking at Charles with the biggest grin.

Charles eyes widened, his hands clenching behind his back. "Sir..."

"What? All the ancient royals had concubines, hell it was abnormal for a king not to have one or two. Some even had harems, filled with 50 ladies or more. So why should I be any different? Why can't I have a concubine?" His questions were rhetorical. Looking out into the storm as his lips twisted in a way that was unnatural. Inhuman.

"Sir-"

"It's simple really. All we need to do is kidnap her from the battlefield and bring her back here safely. It would be a perfect opportunity. If no one could find her they will think she was killed in the battle. They would find a body ripped to pieces beyond recognition and believe it was her's. No one would be the wiser." He rubbed his chin, seeing the plan playing out as clear as day.

"But sir," Charles began, being careful. "Even if you did get her off the field and back here safely she will never agree to that. She hates you, she can't even stand the very sight of you."

Dante's eyes scanned the storm. Jaw clenched tight. "That won't be a problem."

"How is that? If you don't mind me asking." Charles was in disbelief with what he was hearing. Staying composed and calm, trying to not aggravate the wild animal before him.

"We'll do the same thing we did to Annabelle." Charles jumped from Dante's response. Remembering the girl very well. "We had that girl for years and no one suspected a thing. We knocked her out, erased her memory, gave her a new name, a new identity and she was as good as ours. Hell we could have kept her for the rest of her life. She could have been my ward and no one would have questioned it. It was the perfect illusion and we will do the same thing with Serena. She...will be as good as mine."

"what if she has a mate? Sir."

Dante revolted from the very thought of it. The corner of his mouth twitching. "Then I will kill him. You didn't think I would give up so easy did you?"

He didn't, but it was worth a shot. Charles sighed, bowing slightly at his waist as he accepted the fact that he couldn't change his master's mind. "As you wish your highness." His voice solemn.

"Is that all Charles?" Dante asked over his shoulder.

"That is all Sir." Charles frozen in his position.

"Good, now leave me." Dante replied as he shooed Charles away with his hand before crossing his arms over his chest. Taking in a deep breath.

"You know where to find me," Charles added before straightening his back and walking out of the door. Feeling the silence weigh on his shoulders as he shut the door behind him.

Dante's mind kept quiet for a long pause. Soaking in the silence as all that could be heard was the sound of his own breath and the occasional flurry of wind against the window. He pressed his hand against the glass. Cold, he thought. He sighed again, drowning in his own turmoil. Shaken as his hand from the glass went to his lips as he felt their coldness. I wondered what they taste like, he thought. Her lips, what were they like? Were they still soft when she screamed at him. Or bit into when she spat his name. Will her hands still be dainty when she wraps them around his neck. Will her voice be sweet when she antagonizes him. Will her back still entice him or would it make him regret the scares he placed on her skin. Will she let him speak or will she lash before he even had the chance. His hand curled a section of his shirt in his fist.

The days were getting longer. The weeks flying by like a bee passing the eye. The soft hum of the warming earth creeping up on his ears. Soon it was going to be January and then it won't be long until...until...

He looked down. Chewing on his bottom lip as he could feel his heartbeat quicken. Was he excited? Or was he nervous. He clutched the section of fabric that laid above his heart, his breath getting heavy as he panted. Her face and body flashing through his mind.

Yes. It won't be long before he could see her again. Not long before this nightmare can be over. Not long before he could steal what he wanted. What he needed, he thought. He was so close. Practically feel her hair on the tips of his fingers. Taste her skin on the tip of his tongue. Yes. Only a few more weeks, a few agonizing weeks.

He looked up again, smiling at the storm that roared outside.

We will meet again soon my love, very soon.

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"Shape of My Heart" by 2CELLOS