Bullied Mate Of The Lycan Kings
Chapter 118

Lily's pov

The moment I heard the door to the classroom lock behind us, I looked around the empty place and wondered how I was going to flee from him and immediately he turned and fixed that dark gaze at me, I stepped back, my heart jumping into my throat. "Don't run away from me, Lily. I'm a beast after all and my first instinct will be to hunt you like prey."

I swallowed, his voice cold and dead and serious.

I didn't even know why my instinct towards him was to run, I just knew that if he was close, I needed to be far away.

I reached for the door, tasting escape for a few short seconds.

That did not last for very long because he was on me in seconds, lifting me over his shoulders, his hands around the back of my knees as he carried me towards the large teacher's table at the front of the class and he dropped me with surprising care that made me forget who it was that I was currently dealing with for a moment... until he locked my hands behind my back and stepped between my legs to growl at me, his face inches away from mine and eyes glowing.

It felt almost strangely familiar to see his wolf in his eyes like I had seen him before, a strange wave of familiarity washing over me.

Even though I could see his internal struggle to get his wolf under control, I was more concerned about the sudden darkness curling around the two of us which I was certain without a doubt was coming from him and I decided to keep my mouth shut for now and not get hurt because that darkness had kept Ren, one of the most powerful wolves I knew in rigid place and Ren was his best friend. Who was to say that he was not going to do the same to me if I spoke out of turn again? "Look at me," he rasped and I didn't have a choice, not when his face was so close to mine.

He was handsome in a way that was unfair to the rest of us, a way that warned you of how lethal he was, like a sharp sword, a dangerous weapon, cruel in its beauty.

"Do you..." he rasped, his entire body trembling, "do you realize how much pain I'm in right now? Can you imagine how much pain you have caused me by letting my best friend mark you? Do you have any idea how hard this is for me to bear? That every time I look at you, I see that mark on your neck? You're my mate for fuck sake. Mine! Not his!"

"I'm not yours, Aiden, no matter what this mating bond says and it brings me nothing but satisfaction to hear just how much pain you are in. I figured this was the only way to hurt someone like you, to get back at you for every time I had to walk these halls in fear, every time I was kicked and beaten in your name. So no, I don't know how much pain you're in but I enjoy the thought of it thoroughly." I replied, leveling his gaze with one of mine. The space between was fraught with tension and alive with sparks.

The bond made me want to close the distance and replace out what he tasted like but the truth still remained that I hated Aiden and was happy that he was in pain right now. The last thing I expected was for my response to make him smile at me.

His stardust eyes brightened with amusement, his lips lifted up in a brilliant grin that reached his eyes and he grabbed the back of my neck as he whispered so close to my lips.

"I always knew there was a darkness in your soul. From the moment you stabbed me, I could see the rage in your eyes, the way you enjoyed making me squirm as you dug the blade deep into me. You love the pain of your enemies, princess, you love to claim your own pound of flesh despite what you posture to be, don't you? Rage, retribution, vengeance. We're a match made in heaven."

I opened my mouth to say that I was nothing like him but I realized that I couldn't.

He was right because there was a part of me that never wanted to forgive him. There was a part of me that reveled in his pain. That same part had been happy to see Mauve disgraced and had been overjoyed when Zac had dealt with Tate at that store. His eyes searched mine, his gaze softening as he cupped my face with one trembling hand.

My eyes fluttered close as his thumb circled my cheekbone with surprising gentleness.

"Tell me what I can do to make it right between us, Lily. I'll do anything to make things right. Hit me, hurt me, use me but don't reject me. Don't leave me for another."

I shook my head, sadly.

He still didn't get it.

As long as I look at him, I will always remember myself kneeling at his feet, his wicked eyes gazing at me in satisfaction as I begged him, cried to him, not to force himself on me but he did it anyway. I will always remember his hand around my throat, shoving me against the wall and promising to punish me for my father's crime and not stopping until I was dead. I will always remember that he hurt me first and even now, he would hit his best friend and throw a tantrum like my choice means nothing. He's desperate and doting now, but how long will it be before he switches up on me? Will he go back to hurting me after I let him claim me? After he gets what he wants?

I won't be stupid enough to trust him. Not when he won't even acknowledge what he did wrong. Not when he won't even offer an apology for everything he did to me without being told to do it. He thinks he can buy his way into a bond and make me forget with a few choice words and a temper tantrum. He thinks he can wash away memories of my pain with a few good deeds and a shaky promise. He thinks he can apply just enough pressure to make me accept him. He thinks I'm so easily bought. He's about to replace out that he's not always going to get what he wants.

"There is nothing you can do, Aiden, my feelings for you will never change."

He squeezed his eyes shut, as if my words caused him pain, as if my words could leave a dent on his heart of stone and when he opened them, I was hit with the force of what it means to be object of Aiden's full attention. "Please," he whispered, drawing so close to me, i tasted his bergamot breath on my tongue, "please don't stab me for this."

And he kissed me for the first time.

For the first time, I felt the effect of the mating bond between us. It was unlike anything I have ever felt before. His need, my need, it all mixed together into a lethal cocktail of desire, want and primal lust, slamming into me until I couldn't think straight. Getting kissed by Aiden was like getting sucked into a raging hurricane. His lips were violent, scathing, insistent and relentless. He kissed me like he was starving and I was the only food he had appetite for. My world started spinning around me, suddenly drunk on his kisses that I had to hold on to him for dear life.

"Lily," he whispered against my lips in a pained, breathless voice that twisted my guts into knots and his fingers gripped my chin as he tilted his head, kissing me even harder, in that starving, desperate way like he wanted to crack me open and taste my soul. My heart was beating so fast, I thought I'd catch fire and burn until I'm nothing but ashes and bone dust. My insides were doing more backflips than an Olympic sports star. He was kissing me with a strong, desperate need that made my knees wobble and liquefied my resolve.

I couldn't remember why any of this was a bad idea. Couldn't remember what it was I hated so much about him.

I just knew that I needed him. His lips on me, his hands on me. I knew I needed to have him.

I gave in, kissing him back just as hard, just as fiercely until we were nothing but a breathless dance of lips, teeth and limbs. His fingers wove into my hair and my hands dug into his curls, messing up his usual carefully styled hair and taking a sick sort of satisfaction in it. "Tell me you want me." He said, pushing me down until I was flat on the table, his body against mine. "Tell me it's me you want, not him."

"I hate you," I said, sure that I meant it, but it came out like a gentle caress. "I hate you so much."

He growled and kissed me harder, our tongues touching and he moaned into my mouth in a breathless, helpless way, like I was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. Like he hasn't tasted anything as good as me in all his eighteen years of existence and he was pulling me closer, reeling me in until my chest was pressed into his, until his heart pounded against mine, so hard and so fast with a force that should destroy us both.

"Lily-" he gasped again, his hand leaving my chin to trace down my body as if memorizing every curve, every dip. There was a look of wonder in his eyes, so raw, I was almost crushed by the emotion. "Fuck, baby." And he was kissing me again, pressing a hand into the small of my back and pulling us even closer until it felt like we were beating with the same heart.

His left hand gripped my thigh as he wrapped it around his waist, rocking his hips into mine so that I felt his erection against my core, against that part of me where pleasure was magnified a thousand times.

Perfect. Everything was so fucking perfect.

Pleasure sparked to life between my legs as our breaths mixed and our kisses grew hotter, more passionate. Like I needed him on me, around me, in me.

I felt my wolf come alive, fighting against my mental restraints as she sought Aiden out, wanting to bond with him.

I came to my senses immediately, panic rushing over me. I tried my best to rein her in but the surge of power made me wonder that if I felt this much just from a kiss, how would it feel if Aiden actually bonded with me?

My lips parted with a gasp when he licked my mouth and I moaned, overtaken by pleasure. My legs spread further to accept him as he pulled me towards the edge of the table until both my legs were wrapped around him.

I couldn't tell where he ended or where I began and I couldn't help the wave of need that crashed into me, desperately trying to override my common sense that reminded me to not give in to Aiden. "No- stop-"

His hand closed around my throat and I bit hard on the urge to moan as he stroked my pulse.

My vision swam. I couldn't think straight.

"Don't. Don't fight it. You're mine, princess. No one else's." He voice was between a ferocious growl and a plea, "not Ren, not Zac's, mine."

I let out a breathless whimper, unable to stop myself when he bit my lower lip with a smirk.

"Shh. Save your breath, love. I can smell your arousal, I know exactly what you need. Let me make you feel good."

I wanted to remind him that we were in school. In a classroom. But all of my rational thoughts flew out the window when he slipped his hand between my legs and stroked me through my panties.

Blinding hot lust exploded between my eyelids. My core turned molten, slipping out of me in a slick wave of desire and crushing need.

"So beautiful, so mine," he rasped, pressing down hard on my clit in a way that made me cry softly.

I threw my head back, my body on autopilot as I rocked against him while I tried to win the internal war against my wolf that wanted nothing but her mate.

When he bit the pulse on my neck, I knew I'd lost the fight and I felt myself melt into his kisses as I came with a cry that rocked my bones.

He grabbed my thighs and pulled me closer while undoing the buttons of my shirt open and kissing down my chest.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew that this was a bad idea, that I shouldn't let him take advantage of our bond, of my need for him, but I was already forgetting why this was such a bad idea, why I shouldn't just give in.

His hands moved up my thighs and when he licked my neck where there was no mark, pleasure evaporated from my brain as I felt the bite of his fangs brush my skin.

It felt like someone took a bucket of cold water and splashed it on me.

He was trying to mark me.

Even after everything, he was still trying to take advantage of me and impose his will on me.

Strengthening my resolve, I took a deep breath and drew my knee back. I kneed him hard in the groin, sending him crumpling to the ground with a string of curses leaving his lips.

"No means no, a*****e," I growled, glaring at him and registering the shock and hurt on his face before I hopped off the desk. I rushed out of the classroom, slamming the door hard behind me. I ran down the hallway whilst buttoning up my shirt. How had I even gotten here?

Minutes ago, I was sure that nothing could make me change the way I felt about Aiden so why did I feel guilty for running away right now?

What was with that look on his face? Why had my entire body responded to him in that manner? I could blame it all on my freaking horny wolf and call it a day but I'd be lying to myself.

Refusing to focus on those thoughts, I looked around and recognized the area of the school that I was in.

The music room that Zac had taken me to was not far from here and I doubted that Aiden would try to look for me there.

Rushing in, I hoped Zac wouldn't be in and I'd at least have a few minutes of solitude as I think of a way to escape the building and get back to Ren.

But I froze immediately I ran in, skidding to a stop at the sight of Zac sitting at the large piano, playing a heart wrenching tune.