Blood Bound
B***d Bound Chapter 12

XAVIER THAEOS WAS OBVIOUSLY more skilled than Maya. He easily thwarted her attack and reached out in an attempt to grab her, but Maya quickly ducked out of his reach and dived for the dagger on the ground.

Once it was in the palm of her left hand again, she stood up and stared at him, wiping the remnants of his b***d from her mouth and chin with the back of her other hand.

Her incandescent green eyes watched him with a haunting, dark, and malicious glint, like an overconfident predator about to capture its prey. Then, she stabbed the dagger deep into her own arm, piercing straight through the delicate flesh and resilient muscles.

B***d quickly oozed from the wound and trickled down the sides of her forearm, dripping on her curled fingers.

Maya instantly choked down a gasp of agony and gritted her teeth to keep herself from making any noise.

It hurt badly, but the pain momentarily pulled her away from the enchanting call of his b***d and awakened her drunken mind until she was sober again.

A wide smile graced her red lips, yet her eyes were hard and sharp.

“How does it feel to be on the opposite side of this addiction, Alpha? Good, I’d imagine,” she mocked hoarsely, unaware of the danger she was putting herself in.

The challenge she had posed and the delectable scent of her b***d caused Xavier’s beast to immediately rise to the surface. His handsome features morphed and became more feral and bestial. His golden eyes bled red in thin streaks and his sharp canines elongated.

“Foolish sorceress!” he chided sternly, true anger lacing his words because she had chosen to harm herself without knowing the actual consequences of such dangerous actions.

Had she known what could’ve happened to her, she would never have chosen to take this route.

The Alpha’s brows pinched together into a tight line, and a disgruntled growl purged itself from his throat, echoing loudly in the silent halls like the striking of thunder in the sky.

Within a millisecond, he stood inches away from her face and his powerful aura was moving all around her as it encased her stunned body in its vast elements.

The air around the dark sorceress thickened like molasses and held her captive like a praying mantis would its next meal.

Maya jerked back.

The pupils of her shimmering eyes dilated, and her heart stuttered a beat in response to his sudden appearance. She attempted to step away from him but found herself unable to.

The Alpha had wound an arm around her waist and cut off all her exits, holding her to his heated body with a steel grip.

At this point, Maya realized she was currently at his mercy. Any struggle or fight was futile.

The Alpha currently controlled the game, and she was just a player on his field, following the rules he created. No matter how strong she thought she was, Xavier Thaeos was still ten times stronger and one hundred times faster.

His massive aura and undeniable strength were enough to pinpoint just how much more superior he was compared to her.

The cunning male had centuries of experience and wisdom she could never truly gain from sharing his powers.

How could she expect to be just as good as him when she was lacking in the skill and training he had over his long lifetime?

Maya’s heart pounded loudly in her ears. Her throat was dry and scratchy as the emerging revelation circled in her lucid mind, unaffected by his b***d or the addiction.

Since all her plans had failed, not from her lack of trying, Maya was resigned to accepting her current predicament. In a way, she chose to submit to the situation due to the instinctual need to survive.

Her instincts had clambered up on her and told her if she didn’t give in, there was much more to lose than just his powers.

It was a dire situation that required her full attention.

As a matter of fact, the ticking time bomb in her head was constantly reminding her of what little time she had left before the ritual would lose its effects and ask for reparations.

And she had a feeling that if they failed to finish the ritual, it wouldn’t just take the powers back—it would take her life.

“I have a much bigger appetite than you, little sorceress,” he huskily stated, guttural and dark. “You wouldn’t have any b***d left if I were to reciprocate your actions.”

Xavier ripped the dagger out of her arm and flung it into the wall with a sickening thunk, causing red droplets to splatter everywhere on the ground and up on the wall.

In response to the searing pain, a hiss seeped from the little sorceress’s lips and her pretty face wrinkled.

Xavier’s frown deepened as he used his aura to cover her wound and aid in its healing.

Even though the urge to taste her b***d constantly assailed him, he temporarily needed to keep himself from doing so, needed to stay as sober as possible in order not to hurt her when they rut.

He feared he would enter bloodlust and lose his logical side to his beast. If it weren’t for his self-control, he would’ve hurt her already. And that was not what he intended to do.

The vein on Xavier’s neck bulged from restraint while his beast roared loudly to suck her dry and dominate her little body, to viciously rut her until his seed leaked from between her thighs and scent covered her entire form.

His hands shook, and an image of his pretty little sorceress lying underneath him with her long legs wide open, welcoming him into her body as they fulfilled the ritual’s last step, filled his mind.

The Cardinal Alpha swallowed thickly at the imagery and took a deep breath to calm himself, ignoring his beast’s calls from within his mind.

He dug the sharp points of his claws into the palm of his hand to draw fresh b***d to the surface. As red dots beaded and gradually spilled over his outstretched hand, he raised it to Maya’s mouth.

She immediately parted her pouty lips and suckled fervidly on the flesh of his palm, lapping at the closing wound in wild abandon.

Xavier could hear the sounds of her swallowing his life fluid, of her wet little tongue sliding on the surface of his skin to ease the needy ache inside her body. Soon enough, that ache would not be satisfied with just the taste of his b***d. His little sorceress would need something else to fill her, something only he could fill her with.

Citrine-colored eyes narrowed as he sharply inhaled the overwhelming and intoxicating scent of her sweet arousal.

He could smell it seeping from the apex of her thighs, weaving through the air in a mixture of spring blossoms and spider lily. The addictive scent made his b***d boil with heat and his mouth become increasingly dry.

Xavier harshly swallowed down the urge to dominate her.

He tucked his hand under her lithe thighs and lifted her into his strong arms as the arousing sparks gathered on his flesh from where their bare skin met.

A barely audible sigh left Xavier’s mouth.

He briefly looked down at his little sorceress and noticed the pebbles indented into the skin of her bare feet. The jagged rocks had cut open her soles and left a trail of dried b***d on the soft flesh.

The solemn thought of her hurt, of her disregarding her own health, even if it was to come to him, didn’t settle well with the brooding Alpha.

“Why didn’t you wear shoes before coming here, Maya?” he asked, lips pinched into a thin, displeased line.

Maya licked off the droplets of b***d smeared on her lips in a kitten-like way and gave him a sharp, dignified glance from the corner of her eyes. She didn’t reply, probably because she was too high off of his b***d to hear a word he said.

This caused Xavier to chuckle under his breath. He carried her bridal style down the long winding hall and hugged her delicate body against his hard chest.

Maya was too preoccupied with the magnetic energy circling between the two of them to care about anything else. Though she had chosen not to fight, the bond still wrapped tighter and tighter around her, almost like a long invisible rope wound several times up and down and around her body.

Sometimes, she felt as if it were cutting into her skin, like the thorns of a rose, and burning the flesh with an invisible heat of a fire. Yet there were no seeable wounds.

As the seconds trickled by, Maya found it harder and harder to keep her thoughts together.

Her luminous green eyes glazed over, and she was pulled into the haze created by his b***d.

All was lost to her.

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When the dark sorceress came to her senses again, she found herself inside a fancy bathroom with creamy white walls. There was a sink stationed on top of the white cabinets and a giant mirror that reflected the bathtub just a couple of yards away.

Though the light in the room was dimmed, Maya could clearly see her reflection through the mist circulating around her.

Her vibrant red hair was matted on one shoulder and hanging in wet tendrils down the sides of her flushed face. Her bare shoulders and rounded breasts peeked out from under the water. And her body was in between the Alpha’s spread legs, leaning against his hard chest as they sat inside a bubbling bathtub.

Vaguely, Maya realized he was equally as naked as she was because she felt a certain body part of his poke dauntingly at her lower back. This made her mouth become exceedingly dry and her breathing labored.

The handsome Alpha’s sinewy arms were wrapped around her and his long, bare legs were extended out of the water. He had his eyes downcast and head slightly bent forward as he removed the last of the pebbles from her feet and cleaned off the dirt and b***d from the sole.

The soft lighting in the bathroom glistened on his regal cheekbones and highlighted his strong jawline, along with the unruly strands of dark blonde hanging from his temple. As he breathed, his hot breath whispered along her ear and the back of her neck, fluttering against her hair ever so lightly.

Maya shivered, goosebumps erupting on her arms and legs.

The Alpha’s long, nimble fingers trailed back up her legs and slowly danced across her sensitive breasts. Then, he palmed the rounded globes and lingered on the hardened peaks as he washed the remnants of green tea off her skin.

For some reason, his touch left a series of pleasurable sparks in its wake. It tingled and heated her body with unimaginable desire, causing her to feel needy and desperate for more.

As she squirmed in unrest, Xavier’s eyes gleamed and lips curled into a small, knowing smile.

At this very moment, he wanted his prey cleaned and ready to be eaten.