Bullied Mate Of The Lycan Kings
Chapter 139

Lily's

POV

"His mind is scrambled," Ren said from where he was kneeling beside the decimated body, his hands and his eyes glowing and his hands hovered over the head of the body. "Dark magic. I can't trace its origin, can't pick his memories. It's impossible to tell who sent him." "It's definitely Victor, the motherfucking bastard!" Aiden cursed, shaking with rage. I tried to meet his eyes but he wouldn't meet mine and I just knew guilt was eating him up on the inside.

If his uncle was behind this, I deduced that he was also behind the first that took Aiden's family's lives and I just knew he was regretting all he has ever done to me. But I don't care anymore. What's in the past is in the past and all I want right now is my mate, our bond and my wolf to fight, to be useful in this incoming war.

This is the first wave. I just know it. And I want to be ready when s hit hits the fan. We can't risk innocent people dying anymore.

"Or it could be Corrigan." Mariah hissed, her eyes slicing to Cade who had easily shrug the men off like the weighed nothing and threw himself in front of me. In front of the line of fire. "For all we know, we have her spy in our midst."

Zac stepped in front of Cade, obstructing his mother's withering glare. "Why will Cade serve himself on a golden platter for the off chance that you might not slice his head off? Why will he take the risk? Why will a mother even send her son a suicide mission? Think about it, mum. He's our only chance of replaceing out what the rebellion is truly planning. It's his word against Victor. We need him alive."

Mariah gritted her teeth, her jaw ticked. "Gonzalez." "Yes, boss?"

"Round up every human in the house and kill them." "Mum!"

A look from her silenced Zac. "This is my home! My turf! If I can't protect it, what's the point of trying to protect an entire pack. We gave the humans a chance and they made their choice. I'll die before I ever let anything happen to you or mine. We can't afford to be faint at heart."

Zac bit his thumb deep in thought, and then he snapped his fingers. "Why don't I be in charge of questioning the humans? I'll have Ren help with interrogating them. We've had people working with us all my life. We can't afford to loose loyal workers in this war. The Talaverra name is not built on the blood of the innocent."

Begrudging silence, a hesitant nod and the luna of Poison Fang gave her permission.

"Lucas, Savio, do what he says. Round up the humans and wait for his instructions. My son is in charge while I'm gone. I trust he'll make the right decisions."

To Aiden, she sighed, taking in his livid glare, his hostile eyes that refused to settle. "Aiden. Look at me, son."

He did.

"Elizabeth was my best friend. I loved her like a sister and I love you like my son. If Victor somehow has a hand in this, I will personally defend you in front of the council and have you exonerated. But if you leave here before I can confirm what is really going on, my hands are tied. You will be treated as a traitor as he is alleged to be because the council will argue that you survived the m******e. You must wait until we make a verdict because I cannot simply take Cade's word for the truth and make a judgement. You cannot leave this premises. Do you understand?"

Aiden was trembling, shaking with rage, but he nodded, his fists clenched.

Walking up to Zac, she took his hand, her eyes going soft. "My son, take care of things here. I trust I am leaving my home in good hands. I am proud of you, Zachary, you will be a good alpha one day, and you will make your bonded very happy." She flashed me a small smile as she glanced at me.

Zac's gaze softened and he nodded, squeezing his mother's hand briefly before they separated.

"Ren," she whispered, pulling my chosen mate into a warm hug. "You've always been the calmer one with a good head on your shoulders. I know I am leaving my sons in good hands with you. Keep them in line like you always do. I will make it back as soon as I can." Ren hugged her back, kissing both her cheeks. "Of course, Luna Talaverra."

With last greetings (for now) to Chelsea, Rhea and Chase, she began walking away, she stopped in front a bike that was even bigger than the one that Zac owned and climbed on it, turning on the ignition before looking at us.

"You are the future of our species and my generation will do all we can to keep yours alive. Please do not for any reason leave the house until the situation has been contained. There is no foolishness in leaving to fight another day. Take care of yourselves, and don't frustrate Lily before I return. I need to hear all about what's really going on between you all."

Throwing me a wink, she revved the engine and rode out of the courtyard with her guards in tow, some in cars and others on bikes.

The guards that remained pulled Cade away, towards the holding cell I presumed and I watched with my heart in my throat as he kept his eyes locked on me. I wanted nothing to do with Cade but there was really no reason for me to run away now. Not this time. We were in the middle of a war and I was done running away from everyone that ever hurt me, especially when staying would equipe with what it takes to save myself.

It seemed Cade knew more than Zac and the others and I decided that I needed to replace a way to question him. My eyes followed the guards and I made a mental note of the direction they were taking Cade in, just as Zac took my hand and led me into his home. My mouth fell open in shock because the interior of the house somehow looked even bigger than how it was outside and as we walked together, the others at our back, the house was prowling with scary looking guards, who had their faces in a permanent stoic fashion until their eyes landed on us, which caused them to smile in a way that I might have found disturbing if I didn't realize that it seemed out of all of us here, I was the only one who was not acquainted to the people in this home. While the others exchanged greetings, I kept to my corner, my hand in Zac's.

He led us into a large living room afterwards and I felt safe knowing that Aiden and Ren were right behind me.

"Hello Jenkins!" Zac said, greeting a big, hefty, older man with an eye patch that I suspected was hiding his missing eye. He was sitting behind the sophisticated bar located by one corner of the room. "Kiddo. It's been ages, man. For a second there, I forgot that Mariah had a kid who hated to live here."

"Only because I hate your stupid face."

"Well played, Zac, well played." The two of them laughed and then Zac became quiet as she looked at me, his eyes intense.

"Jenkins, this is Lily. Lily, meet Jenkins."

"Hello, beautiful. Want a drink?"

"No," Zac interjected before I could voice my refusal to take alcohol, "but the boys do. Told them you make the best drinks and they didn't believe me." "What?" Jenkins cried, offended, "that's preposterous!"

"That's not the only thing they don't believe," Zac confided, "The other day, I was telling Aiden and Ren about how you fought an army of ferals all by yourself."

"Oh that's crazy! We have to rectify that immediately. I remember what happened, clear as day! I was there! I lost me an eye!" Jenkins proclaimed, dismayed and Zac's grin could split both cheeks.

"Why don't you take some drinks to them and tell them all over again how you defeated the ferals all by yourself, as well as a few of your other achievements because they are just dying to hear the truth from your mouth! Show them your stuff, man!" Jenkins immediately sprung into action, barrelling towards the boys to bring them to the bar and Zac chuckled as he took my hand and led me upstairs while old man Jenkins began his odious tale.

"Where are we going?" I asked, laughing because he was laughing and it felt like we were sneaking around, doing something we shouldn't be doing. He stopped in front of a door almost immediately after.

"My humble abode." He answered and opened the door, leading me in.

I gasped as I took in his bedroom that was much larger than my living room back at home. He had a huge four poster bed that could fit four grown men, a baby piano in a corner with posters of his favourite artistes and bands. Everything about his room was dark and I could barely even tell if it was daytime because of the dark window blinds.

"Wow" I said, rushing to touch his vinyl record player that was currently on his desk, my eyes sighting the guitar in his recording corner.

He was really such a creative and I was intrigued.

"Can I touch your things?" I asked and turned around to get my answer but Zac's response was to grab my face and slam his lips against mine, kissing me so hard, I felt my breath whoosh out of me.

My body automatically moulded into him and I pushed myself up on my tiptoes, grabbing his shirt and pushing him back against the door as I gave in to the desire, the need, the want, swirling like an endless pool of l**t in my lower abdomen.

He gripped my a s s, squeezing hard as our kisses turned hugrier, animalistic.

A growl rumbled in his chest and he wasn't even trying to hide the fact that he wanted to devour me. I tasted my blood on his lips, felt the delicious sting of his fangs, his mouth, teeth, tongue and lips were consuming me as he sucked and bit and nibbled on my lips, his moan was more like a pained groan, eager to be satisfied, yet hopelessly insatiable.

He grabbed my thigh, squeezing so hard, I'm sure I'll have bruises later and I tore at his shirt, buttons popping open and flying everywhere as I sought to feel his skin.

He hissed, as if in pain when my hand touched the cool smoothness of his bare skin and feeling encouraged, I wrapped a leg around his waist, grinding against his erection.

"Duchess... f**k!" He whispered into the next kiss, panting heavily against my lips as he hoisted me up into his arms and I wrapped both my legs around his waist. His big hands cradled my a s s, he buried his face between my breasts, "this a s s, these boobs... drive me f*****g insane."

Aching, I brought his face up to kiss him some more, rocking against him so that my soaking wet panties rubbed against his hardness.

One strong arm gripped the back of my head, the other cradled my a s s. There was nothing playful or sweet about the way Zac kissed me ravenously, like he was starving and I was the only thing that could quench his hunger.

I didn't think he was moving until my back hit the bed and he was covering my body with his.

"I've been looking for a way to get rid of those bastards so that I can have you all for myself." He rasped breathlessly against my lips, obsidian eyes piercing into mine. "I don't even know if this feels like a good time for any of this but I want you, Lily. I want you so bad it feels like my blood is on fire. I want you so bad, it feels like I'd die if I don't have you right now. I need you, baby. I need you in my lungs, in my veins, in my fucking brain. I want to know if I can have you now, if you want this too."

My voice was lost because my head was still dizzy from his kisses but I nodded repeatedly, my entire body shaking with need as Zac let out an impatient but satisfied growl as he practically tore my uniform off my body, stripping my top bare within second. "Holy shit," he gasped, his eyes widening, taking in my topless body, "holy fuck!"

And he buried his face in my chest and began nibbling and sucking on my skin.

Electrifying, sizzling kisses short-circuited my brain until I couldn't tell how I have ever survived without getting kissed by him, without letting him know my body.

My hands roamed over his body as if getting familiar with the landscape, this territory, this land that was now my own.

Mine. Mine mine.

Anyone that tries to take him away from me will have to pry him out of my cold, dead hands.

Threading my hand into his hair, I tugged hard, painfully, pulling his face up to meet mine.

"Kiss me," I gasped and he smirked slowly.

"And where should I kiss you, duchess?" He asked, dropping his head to trace his lips on my aching pulse, "here?" He sucked, nibbled, left his mark, traced his lips to my collar bones and I felt the cold tip of his fang. "Here?"

"Yes, yes yes yes," my feet curled in anticipation, toes gripping the sheets as he sunk in, just a little, to give me a taste, as pleasure like I've never known pumped into my blood stream.

My cells, my tissues, my blood and my soul sang for him, recognizing who they were bonded to.

His groan was a whimper of praise as he sucked on me. He kissed down my torso, dropping little bites and sucks around the way, asking me if I liked it, if I liked that, if I wanted more.

My reply was a resounding yes yes yes!

I gasped when he grabbed my thighs, spread them.

My eyes flew open. Was he going to...?

"What are you-"

He buried his nose right there! Pressing his nose into the apex of my thighs.

He groaned at my scent and embarrassment tinged my cheeks.

I mean, I've made out with four guys in my life, had s*x with one, almost had s*x with two and was currently in the process of doing the deed with one... I should be used to this by now. I shouldn't be horrified by the thought of Zac eating me out, right? Right? "Baby, you're overthinking it," he whispered, looking up at me.

His hair was mussed, his lips red and swollen, his chest panting, "I've always imagined what you smelled like, what you tasted like."

Gently, he pushed my thighs apart again and maintaining eye contact with me, he ripped my panties off and pressed light kissed to my inner thigh.

"Zac" I gasped as he kissed up the sensitive skin of my inner thigh and he groaned.

"f**k, you smell so good. I bet you taste good too."

I was panting now. Letting go of my inhibitions. I couldn't remember why I was hesitating in the first place.

"I've been good, I've been patient, I played nice with the others," he whispered, nibbling with his teeth and leaving his mark on my thighs. "Won't you reward me for that?"

I was whimpering now, my wetness pooling on the sheets so that it felt cool to my skin when the sheets rubbed against me.

I moaned my response, grabbing his hair and placing it right where I wanted.

Between my legs.

Zac ate me up like I was the only thing that could satisfy him. His groan reverberated through me as he pressed his tongue flat on my c**t, eliciting shivers from me and rocking my entire world when he licked from cunt to clit.

I gasped, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as he took my c**t in between his lips and sucked hard.

Stars... I've never seen so many stars in my life.

"God, you taste so good, you taste divine, Lily. My goddess," he moaned against my p***y, his wet tongue worshipping me and doing scandalous things to me and I didn't realize how much strength I had in my grip as I pushed myself up on my shoulders and gripped his hair, pushing my hips into his face and rocking against that wicked tongue, my embarrassment long forgotten.

Hair stuck to my sweaty face, my entire body was trembling and I smelled more like him than myself but I didn't mind as I offered him a drink of the gods.

"I could spend an eternity just doing this. I could spend an eternity just eating you out like this. You like it, don't you. You like my tongue on you soaking wet cunt."

I didn't have it in me to give an intelligible reply. Something jumbled up and incoherent escaped my lips but he'd just have to make sense of it.

My o****m was close. So close. I could feel it.

I was almost about to explode when Zac pulled away and moved up to kiss me. "When you c*m, I want to be inside you, marking you, feeling your walls grip my d**k and milk me dry. I want you to reek of my scent, of my cum." "Please." I whimpered, my thoughts splintering into pieces.

I wanted him to possess me. To dominate me. To f**k my insecurities out of me and make me his.

We made quick work of his pants, my fingers tearing at his belt, fumbling with his zipper. And then we both inhaled sharply as he guided his c**k into my wet throbbing entrance.

Slowly, slowly, every single second aching, so beautiful and electrifying, I could cry.

I threw my head back, gasping in pleasure when he was fully seated in me, holding him to me, my legs wrapped around his back as he began to move.

It wasn't hard and fast, but slow and so intimate, more tears spilled from my eyes.

When I tried to look away from him, when I tried to shut my eyes, he gently took my chin, "no, look at me baby, look at me as I fuck you. See what you do to me. See how you tear me to fucking pieces."

His eyes were deep, penetrating, red. His body was trembling with more heat than I've ever felt from him, but his eyes never left mine.

And then he was kissing me as he rolled his hips into mine, evoking tremors and delicious earthquakes in me while his fingers wiped away my tear streaks from my cheeks.

Soon, we were going at it like animals, deep, desperate, hard and fast. I met him thrust for thrust, throwing my head back when he began drilling into me with a speed and depth that had me crying out his name so loud, no soundproof wall could me. He pushed my hair behind my shoulder and the scrape of his fangs was all the warning I got before he bit into my neck.

Pleasure and pain rocked my world as I tipped over the metaphoric edge.

That bite was the final straw and just as I felt our bonding click into place, I let the hands of o****m pull me into his arms as he released into me, his body trembling and grasping for me like I was his lifeline.

It's good because he was mine and we held each other, kissing hard and trembling harder as we came at the same time.