The moment I met Kongar's black eyes, Arkan sank his teeth hard into my neck. A moan escaped my lips as my back arched against the bed. I buried my hand in his hair and tried to pull him away from my neck, but instead of retreating, he let out a growl and pressed his naked body even more firmly against mine. The pleasure of that sudden closeness made me throw my head back and sink deeper into the pillow. Another quiet moan slipped from my lips as my gaze drifted to the ceiling.
Kongar... was gone.
Had he always been gone, or had he disappeared?
My thoughts scattered the moment Arkan released my neck and captured my lips. With every touch, Kongar's strange image slowly faded from my mind.
Every time his skin brushed against mine, it felt as though my entire body had burst into flames. How had I managed to stay away from Arkan's touch for so long?
Arkan pulled away from my lips and trailed gentle kisses from my chin all the way down to my breasts.
"Grr..."
Even his growl alone was enough to make me writhe across the bed.
"Turns out this dress really is annoying," Arkan said. Then, with a single swift motion, he ripped the damn dress in half.
That's my wolf.
Wait...
I was completely naked. Well, I still had my panties on, but... that hardly mattered. I quickly crossed my arms over my chest.
That must have annoyed Arkan. In an instant, he leaned over me until his face was inches from mine and bared his lengthening fangs.
I should have been afraid.
Any normal person would have been.
But I had never been more aroused in my life.
Oh, right...
I'd been drinking.
So that was it. I was drunk, and people did stupid things when they were drunk.
Yes. This had to be it. This was the reason behind all of my strange reactions. Even Kongar's bizarre appearance had been caused by it.
As Arkan's lengthening canines hovered right in front of me, I kept my arms crossed over my chest. My heart pounded so hard it felt ready to burst from my chest, but it wasn't fear that made it race.
It was excitement.
As I slowly pushed myself up onto one side, he began to growl. I ignored it. Rather than frightening me, his growl only drew me in even more.
The moment I moved closer and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, his growl came to an abrupt stop. I straightened up a little more, bringing my lips close to his ear.
"I... I'm a virgin."
I quickly pulled away, resting my head back on the pillow and turning it to the side.
This was so embarrassing.
"I know," he said, his warm breath brushing against my ear. "You're mine."
Then he licked my ear before gently biting my earlobe. I flinched at the sweet sting, and my hands involuntarily slipped away from my chest as I turned toward him.
His glowing blue eyes silently studied me for several seconds. Then the faintest smile curved his lips before he took my right breast between them.
Before I could stop him, I was writhing beneath him again. I could no longer hold back my moans. While his mouth lavished attention on one breast, his hand tormented the other with maddening gentleness, only to soothe the same spot with his tongue moments later, as though rewarding me.
I had no idea how long it lasted. All I could do was moan with pleasure.
After a while, his hand slowly slid lower until it reached the waistband of my panties. Before I could touch him, he caught both of my wrists, pinned my hands above my head, and pressed them into the mattress.
Then he leaned close to my ear again.
"I'm a virgin too."
He was?
"Because of me," he said in a voice rough with something unmistakably animal.
I frowned.
"I don't understand," I said, looking at him.
Arkan slowly shook his head from side to side. When he looked at me again, I noticed his eyes glowing and dimming without pause.
"Bozok is trying to take control," he said.
"You had transformed into a Lycan," I said. "So... didn't you make up?"
Arkan stared at me without moving for several seconds. Then his eyes glowed brighter than I had ever seen before.
"That was to save you from that noble bloodsucker," he said, curling his lip in disgust.
Was that... Bozok?
Without warning, Arkan slipped his hand inside my panties. My breath caught as I looked at him in shock. He began moving his fingers slowly before leaning down toward my lips.
"Forget about him."
"Forget about him."
I had heard two different voices at the exact same time.
One belonged to Arkan.
The other...
Was it Bozok?
The moment I parted my lips to ask, his mouth captured mine. I froze at first, but before long, I found myself returning his kiss.
The room was completely filled with his scent. With every breath I took, it seeped deeper into my lungs, slowly erasing every thought from my mind. I couldn't think anymore. All I wanted was to be one with him.
Arkan must have sensed my body relaxing, because while he continued kissing me, he slid his fingers a little deeper. When my body suddenly tensed, I dug my nails into his arm, and my moan was swallowed by his lips. Once he felt me relax again, he pulled his lips away from mine and slowly moved lower.
I expected him to gently slip my panties off, but instead he ripped them apart with his teeth in a single swift motion and flung them into a corner of the room. I lowered my hands reflexively, but once again, he was faster, catching my wrists before I could.
"You smell so good," he murmured, drawing in a deep breath.
Then his tongue slowly traced across my skin.
"Delicious."
As he said it, he slowly licked his lips.
Just who was this man?
Was he an incubus?
As his tongue explored the deepest part of me, my fingers instinctively tangled in his hair. It was as if he had deliberately found one particular spot. Every time he touched it, my body arched against the bed, helpless moans spilling from my lips.
"Ah..."
When I could no longer endure it, my body suddenly tensed before melting all over again. But instead of stopping, Arkan continued the sweet torment he was putting me through.
I grabbed his hair and tried to pull him away from me, but it only seemed to encourage him. As his movements quickened, I tugged harder with all my strength.
"Look at me!" I commanded.
Was that really me?
Arkan stopped the moment the words left my lips. Slowly, he lifted his head and met my eyes.
There wasn't the slightest trace of anger on his face.
If anything, all I saw was desire.
Even as the battle of light continued in his eyes, he licked the moisture from his lips with unmistakable hunger.
At that sight, I instinctively tried to press my legs together, but Arkan wouldn't allow it. He gently placed his hands on my thighs, keeping them apart, never once breaking eye contact. He watched me in silence for a long moment. As though he were waiting for my next command.
"I want you now," I said.
The instant the words left my mouth, I stared in shock and covered my lips with both hands.
I'd never known myself to be like this.
What had Arkan done to me?
There was more joy on his face than I'd ever seen before. As the intensity in his gaze deepened even further, the Fate Mark on my neck—the one he had bitten only moments ago—suddenly throbbed with a dull ache. At the same instant, his hand went to his own mark, as though he had felt the same ache.
Then he slowly straightened. The moment I reached out to stop him, I saw it. That...
I squeezed my eyes shut and turned my head away. I was still far too embarrassed.
The moment I felt his touch at my entrance, my eyes flew open, and I looked at Arkan.
"My Luna's wishes are my command," he said in a low, growling voice. The tips of his canines were beginning to protrude past his lips, as though even his mouth could no longer contain them.
Then he slowly began to enter me. Deep, muffled growls rumbled from his throat while soft cries of pain escaped my lips.
Maybe this had been a bad idea.
When I noticed Arkan's entire body trembling, I forgot my own pain for a moment and focused on him instead. Tiny beads of sweat had formed on his forehead, trickling toward his brows as he clenched his teeth as tightly as he could, struggling to keep himself under control.
Then he cupped my head with both hands, holding me still.
"Just bear with it," he said through gritted teeth.
At that exact moment, that animalistic voice surfaced again.
"Mine," he growled.
The very next moment, he entered me completely. His sudden movement made me cry out in pain, while he groaned in pleasure.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, gently stroking my hair. "It's very hard to control Bozok right now."
His words warmed me from the inside, and he slowly began to move with a steadier rhythm. The pain that had consumed me at first gradually gave way to pleasure, helpless moans slipping from my lips. With every deep growl that rumbled from Arkan's throat, the desire burning inside me only grew stronger.
Unable to hold myself back any longer, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him as close to me as I possibly could.
If I could have, I would have trapped him inside my body forever.
As my body tensed again, I felt my teeth begin to ache with an unbearable itch. It was as if I needed to bite something. But what?
I didn't even have to think about the answer. Arkan's neck was right in front of me.
As he gradually quickened his rhythm, my mouth began to water. I first brushed my tongue gently over the crescent-shaped Fate Mark. That single touch made Arkan's entire body go rigid, while the pleasure surging inside me brought me to the edge once more.
Then I sank my itching teeth into his neck.
Arkan suddenly quickened his pace in my arms. As my trembling body began to relax, he sank his teeth into my neck. His roar echoed through the room, and a scream tore from my lips in answer.
As Arkan collapsed on top of me, breathing hard, my heart pounded so violently it nearly drowned out every other sound.
Then, suddenly, I felt a cold breath brush against my right ear.
"That heart is mine."
My entire body went rigid.
Was it Kongar?
I quickly turned my head to the right, but no one was there. I looked back at Arkan. He was still breathing hard, gently licking the bite mark on my neck as though nothing had happened.
Then... had I not really heard that voice? Arkan was a werewolf. Shouldn't he have heard Kongar—or at least sensed his presence?
I turned my head to the left. I looked up at the ceiling.
He wasn't there.
Calm down, Kayra. You're just drunk.
Maybe I needed to start taking my medication again.
Suddenly, I felt someone's presence.
I lifted my head and looked ahead. A pitch-black silhouette stood directly across from the bed.
Goosebumps spread across my skin as I narrowed my eyes, trying to make out its shape more clearly.
Kongar stood directly across from us, watching Arkan. But the moment he realized I was looking at him, he turned his gaze to me. His entire body, along with his eyes, had been engulfed in pitch-black darkness.
Before I had a chance to call out to Arkan, he appeared right in front of me. As I shrank back into the bed in fear, he brought his face even closer to mine. His gaze slowly drifted downward. After lingering there for a moment, his eyes returned to mine.
His chilling voice echoed in my ear.
"That heart belongs to me."
I opened my mouth to scream, but not a single sound came out.
"Give it back to me."