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CHAPTER 11 – TAKE FROM ME

Castle Xanthe City of Aphelion, Wolfen Territory The Realm of Xathos

Suddenly, it was as if everything was in slow motion. Dimitrios saw Ailara fall in the middle of battle.

Protect! Dimitrios' instinct shouted at him. In the blink of an eye, he changed from his wolfen form to that of man and ran towards her. One remaining Cerran traced towards her blade at the ready.

Dimitri picked up one of the swords beside Ailara and used it to block the Cerran's attack. The force of the blow caused sparks to fly between the two steel weapons. It also jarred Dimitri's arm but he did not care. He kicked the Cerran in the middle and then adjusted his grip on the sword and threw it towards the warrior with all his strength.

Its aim was true and the Cerran's eyes widened in surprise before the light in them was extinguished forever.

Dimitri gathered Ailara in his arms and checked her for any injuries. She had several minor ones: a cut in her arm along with several bruises. Her nose was also bleeding freely and there was blood on the side of her lips.

There didn't seem to be any life-threatening injuries but she was out cold. Dimitri stood and cradled her in his arms as gently as he could.

One of the Wolfen children walked towards him. "Will she be alright?" the boy asked. He recognized the child as the one Ailara saved a few minutes ago.

"I will make sure of it," he vowed. The child nodded and stepped aside to make way for Dimitrios who then carried Ailara back to his tower.

The priest met him mid-way. Dimitrios growled. "What are you doing out of your cell?"

The Vampyr priest did a small bow. "I was summoned earlier to tend to her majesty. She was sick again tonight," the priest answered. He opened the door to the tower and Dimitrios gently laid Ailara on the soft furs.

"Do you know what's wrong with her?"

The priest grabbed a cloth from the table beside the bed and wiped away the blood. Seeing someone else touch his mate's skin made his own blood boil. Before he could think about it, he grabbed the cloth from the priest and wiped away the remaining blood himself.

Mate? Now where the hell did that come from.

"She's weak, your highness. She hasn't fed properly in a long time."

Dimitrios frowned and his brows creased. "She fed yesterday," he told the priest.

"She vomited all of it tonight. This was why I was summoned by your warriors," the priest replied.

Dimitrios' hackles rose. "What?!"

The priest bowed his head. Dimitrios sighed and held out his wrist. "Then, she can feed again."

"No!"

Slowly, Dimitrios turned. "What? What do you mean no?" he asked in a menacing tone. He was king and alpha. No one said no to him.

"It is better if she drinks the animal blood, your highness," the priest replied with his head bowed.

"Why?" Dimitrios' eyes narrowed. "What aren't you telling me?" he hissed.

The priest swallowed nervously but stood his ground by the edge of the bed. "Drinking someone's blood is sacred to the Vampyr especially among mates for it creates a strong bond," Andreas explained.

Dimitrios snorted. "Bond? Really? Ailara was supposed to be bonded to me! I've given her my blood and look what she did to me!"

The priest flinched. "But that's entirely where it all went wrong, your highness. Long ago, someone switched the blood you have been sending my princess. And she had the same sickness she's having now. We were thinking that it was Heilen's blood that was supplied to her all those years ago and that was how he was able to control her."

"What?!"

For what seemed to be the hundredth time, Dimtrios found himself lost and confused. He didn't even want to think about the implications of the Vampyr's statement.

There were two things he couldn't accept: there might be a traitor in his pack and that Ailara might have been innocent.

The latter was more impossible though.

"How strong does the bond go?"

The priest's eyes softened and he even had this awestruck look in his face. "It is sacred to all Vampyr. It is like your Wolfen tradition of marking your mates. Blood exchange between mates make them dependent on each other and increases the strength of their bond. It is also said that blood exchange during intercourse is one of the best sensastions there is. Not only that, it's also when a female Vampyr takes the blood of her mate that she goes into her heat and allows the couple to have their offspring," he explained.

Dimitrios stiffened. He recalled Ailara's lips against the skin of his neck and holding her close to him as she took his blood.

Dimtri released the cloth and ran the back of his fingers against Ailara's cheek. He retrieved a dagger from his belt and was about to slice the middle of his palm open. Once more, the priest stopped him by laying his cold hands on his arm.

"Touch me again and your head will be separated from your shoulders," he threatened.

"Your highness... Please. Don't do this. Don't make my princess suffer more than she has to."

Dimitrios' brows creased. "What do you mean?"

"If you give her your blood, her system will reject it."

"She suffered through it with Heilen, right?"

"Yes. And that's how she became dependent on his blood. If you do this, you will have to give her a constant supply. She will be dependent on you. It will become like a normal Vampyr bonding. She will suffer again when you release her."

Dimitrios gritted his teeth. "I have no intention of releasing her," he replied.

The priest's eyes widened and he dropped to his knees before Dimitri. "Please, your highness. I beg you. Don't kill her. She saved your people tonight. Please just let her go and let her come back to our people. They need her desperately."

"You overstep your bounds, Vampyr. Both of you are my prisoner. I can do whatever I see fit. If I want to punish her, I will. If I want to kill her, then I will do so as well. But for now, worry not. She is safe from my blade and my claws... until she tells me what I need to know," Dimitri answered.

"But your highness, she is innocent!"

"Yes. Innocent until proven guilty. And I will be the judge of that. Now, go before I completely lose my patience!" he roared.

Wolfen guards burst into the room and hauled the priest away.

When he was gone, Dimitrios sat by the bed and placed his arm underneath Ailara's shoulders to lift her. He closed his fist on his dagger and gripped it tightly until the blade sliced his skin. Then, he brought his palm to Ailara's lips.

And just like before, the moment his skin touched hers, electricity sizzled between them.

"Take from me, Ailara," he whispered.

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The coppery taste of blood exploded on her tongue and it jerked her awake. Ailara's eyes flew open and she saw Dimitrios looming over her.

Moonlight filtered through the room and it brought with it a heightened sense of awareness. It wasn't only the Wolfen who was affected by Selene's beautiful orb. Because of her heightened senses, it was as if everything was moving in slow motion. Also, she could hear the steady and strong beating of Dimitri's heart.

Ailara inhaled sharply and she took in Dimitrios' masculine scent and the exquisite scent of his blood.

All of it fired her blood and she was consumed with hunger and desire like no other.

She lifted her hands and clutched Dimitrios' hand like it was her lifeline. With every mouthful she swallowed, it brought her more and more alive.

There was one drawback though. Because it was the night of the full moon, he also healed very fast. Not as fast as Vampyr healing but fast enough to heal the wound when she didn't even have her fill yet.

She watched as the skin knit closed. Her tongue darted our to lick the remaining drops of blood on his hand. She was rewarded with a tortured groan from the male holding her.

"More," she whispered.

His eyes widened and then became half-lidded with desire. Ailara also didn't know if it was the trick of the light or if Wolfen's eyes were like that when it was the night of the full moon but she could swear that Dimitri's eyes glowed golden.

Dimitri closed his hand over hers and with one tug, she ended up on top of him as he was sprawled on the bed.

"Take from me," Dimitrios whispered. He wrapped one hand around her hair and used it to move her forward. Dimitri arched his neck and it was all the invitation she needed.

Ailara licked her lips and then her fangs exploded from her gums. Without further warning, she struck. She felt Dimitri jerk beneath her and then heard his rough groan. His hand let go of her hair and traced a path down her body. They settled on her hips.

Ailara closed her eyes and obeyed Dimitri – she took from him unabashedly and uninhibitedly. His blood was like a very potent drug that fired up her system. She settled her hands on his chest and felt the hardness of his muscles there and the tense way he held himself.

"Move on me," he growled.

Ailara was more than happy to obey. She settled her hips against his and felt his hardness even through several layers of clothing. Just like that, desire pooled low in her belly.

Dimitrios moaned and he sat up, taking her with him. "I can smell your desire, little Vampyr," he whispered against her ear. His breath was hot against her ear and it made her shiver with anticipation.

"Feel what you do to me," Dimitrios whispered. He took her hand and wedged it between her bodies and directly to the hard column of his arousal. She removed her fangs from his neck and gasped at the feel of him even through his breeches.

He was hard like steel and he was big.

"Mmmm," she moaned as she ran her palm up and down over his length. She was rewarded with another tortured groan from him.

"That's it, Ailara." Hearing her name on his lips like a plea drove her desire to an even higher level.

His hands settled on her hips again and he settled her directly over him. His hands supported her as she rubbed herself against him. He set the rhythm and wanted her to go faster and harder.

They both had their eyes closed now as they enjoyed this moment of sheer bliss. And then Dimitrios moved. One hand still supported her hips as she grinded herself on top of him. The other hand slowly bunched the hem of her dress upwards. Then, she felt his hand on her thigh and up to her stomach. Then it settled like a feather between her breasts.

Ailara heard the sound of tearing cloth and her eyes flew open. It was just in time to see her dress split into two.

"Sheska," he whispered in the old language of the gods. Ailara's heart warmed as she realized he called her beautiful.

She could only moan in reply as Dimitri trailed kisses from her neck and down to the valley between her breasts. Then, he captured one straining bud between his lips and sucked gently. He also rolled his tongue around it and pulled back and then blew.

"Gods!" Ailara screamed as the sensation consumed her. It was like fire and ice at the same time.

"That's it, li'eras..." Dimitrios urged as he switched to torment the other bud.

"Dimitrios..." she moaned. Dimitri looked up and she could see his eyes were truly gold.

"I love it when you say my name," he confessed. His voice was rough and she could hear his need and desire. She also felt like he was holding back.

"I want you," she told him. And then there was a dizzying sensation as Dimitrios surged upwards and reversed their positions. Now, she was pinned beneath him and every inch of him was plastered against her.

He raised himself and put his weight on his forearms that were on either side of her head. With his knee, he spread her legs wide apart. He removed the remains of her dress leaving her only in her underwear.

"Mira a' sheska," he repeated.

Ailara should have felt shy when his gaze travelled over every inch of her exposed body. But instead, she felt only growing desire. He looked at her like he was a man stuck in a dessert and she was his oasis.

"Tell me again that you want me," Dimitrios said as he removed his breeches. For a while, Ailara wasn't able to reply for she looked at him in all his glory. The moonlight shone directly at his body and she was rewarded a great view of his chest, his bulging muscles and his erection that strained towards her.

Ailara licked her lips. "I want you so badly, Dimitrios," she whispered.

And then he pounced. He ripped away the remaining piece of clothing between them. Then his mouth was on hers—hot and insistent. She opened for him and his tongue thrust inside.

Then, she also felt him probing her moist entrance. He felt so big and briefly, Ailara wondered how they'd fit together.

"Dimitrios," she moaned as he took hold of his hardness and rubbed it against her.

Her back arched off the bed. When she came back down, she wrapped her legs against him.

"Take me," she whispered. It was all the encouragement he needed. He sheathed himself inside her in one slow thrust. And that was when everything else ceased to exist. He felt so perfect inside her. It was a perfect mixture of overwhelming pleasure and slight pain.

He stilled inside her and showered her face and her neck with his kisses.

And then he began to move...

With each thrust, she found herself climbing higher and higher. Her hands roamed his back and clutched him for support as his hips moved between hers.

It was perfection at its purest and finest.

"Come for me, Ailara," he whispered. Then his hips pounded into hers. She couldn't do anything but hold on as he surged so deliciously inside of her. His hand moved between them and he caressed that bundle of nerves that was straining for his attention.

And just like that, she reached her precipice.

"Dimitrios!" she shouted. It sounded loud even to her own ears. She swore it even echoed against the walls of the palace.

But it was nothing compared to his own roar of completion. He shouted her name and then she felt him expand further inside her as he filled her with his seed.

"Dimitrios..." she repeated. This time a mere whisper.

"Ailara!!!"

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"Ailara!" Dimitrios shouted as he shook her for what seemed to be the hundredth time.

Finally, her eyes flew open. A few minutes ago she kept on thrashing. The furs were off the bed and she was moving even as he held her down. She's drank his blood and her wounds were now healed.

But it took her a while to wake up. And in her sleep, she repeatedly called his name too.

"What?" she asked. He could clearly see the confusion and disorientation in her eyes.

"Finally! You are awake!"

She scanned her surroundings and he saw her look at her dress which was now bunched up and revealed her shapely thighs.

"Are you alright?" Dimitrios asked.

She nodded but he could see the disappointment in her beautiful blue eyes. Along with that, he smelled the scent of her desire and arousal in the air.

"I'm fine," she replied in a flat tone.



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