Aunt Adalia apparently doesn't beat around the bush, that's probably a Queen thing. "I se-e-ee a girl who is wonderfully made, but one that's not sure of herself. A skilled warrior, but not trained in all the areas that matter. Her heart won't survive if she fails because seeing her friends and family die like her parents did is not an option. This ordinary girl has been asked to do an extraordinary thing, and I'm not sure she's the one for the job."
My aunt stands behind me, placing the palms of her hands gently on top of my shoulders, where she locks eyes with me. Unwavering, I meet her steady gaze. "Now, let me tell you what I see." I nod, because my emotions won't allow me to speak. I need her to speak life into me, because this self-doubt is killing me little by little. My nerves are frayed at the edges."Arabella, I see a girl on the brink of womanhood that has the beauty of the Creator living deep within her. A warrior who hasn't had the chance to reach her full potential. A granddaughter of a great Aztec warrior chief, a daughter to two of the best warriors of this century, and a niece to a King and a legendary master swordsman. But there is even more greatness within you. You’re a child of the light, you cannot fail. Being uncertain is natural, but it's in those times that you find out what you're truly made of." She lets go of my shoulders and comes and stands in front of me.
Reaching out my arms I embrace her in a big bear hug. She told me exactly what I needed to hear, and uncertainty can't be allowed to rule over me. Aunt Adalia kisses my forehead and leaves me to get dressed while the seeds of confidence she planted start taking root in my heart. Walking back into my room, I contemplate my outfit for tonight. Sebastian will be at the dinner, so I need to look my best. Clothes and jewelry were delivered to my closet earlier in the day.?
An above the knee gold dress in the corner catches my eye. It's a V-neck that flares at the bottom with thick tank top straps. It reminds me of something Marilyn Monroe might have worn back in the 50's. Next, I decide on bright red jewelry that compliments the dress well.?
After hair and makeup, I look expectantly at my reflection in the mirror. My bold red lips stand out, but pairs well with the jewelry. I'm nervous, this is a big deal, because it'll be my firsttime as The Chosen at a function, and all eyes will be on me. I've never been one to shrink back against the wall, but I'm not the life of the party either. Being the center of attention has always been something I’ve tried to avoid. Middle ground is where I like to stay, and with my Chosen status, that's about to change.
Taking a deep breath, I leave our apartment. My cousins left to go get ready a while ago, stating they'd meet me there. More than likely their Mama made them leave, they take this watching over me seriously.
I'm not a hundred percent sure where the dinner is being held. My cousins said, there was no way I could miss the Hall of Zohar. Thankfully, people are walking ahead of me and following them is probably my best bet.
A painting on one of the high ceilings grabs my attention. A mural of a great battle scene is sketched there. I close and open my eyes several times, in hopes that the scene before me will change. It doesn't, which makes the hairs on my neck stand up in anticipation of the battle to come. I’ll never back down from a fight, but that doesn’t mean we’re not still fucked.
In the scene, I'm wearing all black while my cousins are standing beside me. My expression is one of determination, as an army of what looks like thousands are behind us. Which in theory, should be awesome, however, the opposing enemy before us is so big that it takes up over half of the ceiling. Their army looks eerily like demons from the pits of Hell. My arm is raised indicating we are about to charge into battle! Falkon is hovering above us, her eyes slits of fire. Shivers run up and down my body as I stare at the scene before me. Did someone dream about this scene? I wonder how it came to be and also what its outcome is.
Taking a deep breath, I move on, even though I’m shaken to my core. Someone touching my elbow pushes me out of my reverie. It's Sebastian, in all his shadowed glory. He's wearing an all-black suit. His raven tresses are halfway pulled back in a hair tie while the remaining strands touch his shoulder. He looks like a walking red flag, and I’m here for all of it.
"Hello." He whispers, as his answering smirk lets me know he's in my mind.Asshole.I hate how he makes my heart pound, and how my palms get sweaty. He stops breathing as his lust filled gaze sweeps over my curvy body. "Go change. Now!" Sebastian's jaw is clenched so tight I'm surprised it doesn't snap.
"Hey." I ignore his command; my voice is hoarse from wanting. "I was just heading to the dinner."?
My dark Prince's eyes narrow, as a shadowed arm shoves me against the wall. Hoisting my legs around his waist he grinds his erection into the seam of my now soaked panties. He smells my arousal in the air, making an almost savage growl leave him. "You. Are. Mine."
My lust addled brain turns to mush, forgotten is his earlier betrayal. I don’t care what he’s done, what his reasons were. At this moment, I want to be his. The need my body feels for him is different than anything else I've ever experienced. This is raw, and real, and new. My body is greedy, and she won’t be ignored. The frustration that has come with every event that's taken place since my arrival needs to be released.
His touch, his mouth, his cock.Mine.His heart shaped mouth meets mine halfway, my answering moan makes him grow even harder. Every emotion is poured into this earth-shattering kiss. Sebastian's possessiveness drives me wild with need. He wants to be my sole reason for breathing. On at least that one thing we agree.
The clack of stiletto heels startles me out of my trance. He holds me firmly against the wall, multiple shadowed arms capture my wrist and ankles, as Sebastian envelopes us both in a cloud of gray mist. "No one will be able to hear or see us. You're so wet for me, Bells, so wet."
A woman in a red dress and heels walks swiftly past us oblivious to the fact that Sebastian is reaching underneath my dress to rip my panties with one snap of his fingers. "Bash, please."
He smiles against my lips. "Please what?" my dark Prince growls.
"Please," I shamelessly beg again.?
A shadow hand grabs my throat applying pressure, igniting a blaze from where his fingers tightly graze my neck straight to my pussy. "Don't make me ask you again."
Like a rabbit caught in a cobra's snare, I can't look away from him. Shamelessly, my lips move, my voice is almost unrecognizable. "Fill me up."
***
Sebastian
Fill. Me. Up. Fuck, and fill her up I shall.?
-Sebastian
There’s no time for foreplay, she's ready, I'm ready. With my magic, I remove our clothes. Inch by inch my thick cock enters her tight little cunt. My elongated k-9's come out to play, making her whimper as my teeth sink into her neck. Her blood tastes better than anything I've ever sampled or could have ever imagined. It's not just the fact that we’re Bound making it that way, it's her. She’s a heady aphrodisiac, setting my world off itsaxis. Finally, for the first time since coming back from the dead, I feel like I can breathe again.
Taking my fill, I nip a line from her neck down to her breast. Leaving my mark on her, because alerting everyone that she’s mine is crucial to my sanity. My hips plow into her over and over, the soft heat of her walls are beginning to clench around me. I've never felt such pleasure. The sounds of our moans and the slapping of our meeting skin bounces off my shadowed cocoon. No one will ever hear or see her this way again.
"You're such a good fucking girl, Arabella. You're embedded into my very DNA, and I'll never let you go." I capture her mouth and kiss her so deep our mouths may wind up bruised.?
She meets my tongue thrust for thrust, as my fingertips bury themselves deeper into her soft tawny skin. "Give it to me. Now. Let go."
She shatters around my cock, yelling my name for only me to hear. Arabella will be mine forever. She sends me over the edge, I bite into her skin as my cum explodes inside of her. Leaning my forehead on her shoulder, I can't release her yet, not until I become soft, and our heavy breathing subsides. With her, the screaming inside of my head stops, and I feel alive again. I'll never stop chasing the high she gives me.
