BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 136: ROU’S ESCAPE

Chapter 136: ROU’S ESCAPE

{ "The dead don’t walk. They dance." }

Sierra clung to me, her body molding against mine as she drank deeply, her lips warm and wet against my skin. Each pull sent a ripple of heat coursing through me, her eager slurping a soft, sinful sound that made my breath catch. She trembled in my arms, overwhelmed, intoxicated by the taste of me, and the sensation sent a shudder of pleasure down my spine.

Then it happened, the imprinting vampire bond rose.

A surge of something primal and electric ignited between us, blazing through my veins like wildfire. It coiled around my ribs, twisted through my soul, and suddenly, I wasn’t just holding her. I was inside her, a part of her, just as she became a part of me. Her hunger, my desire—they fused into something dark and consuming, something that made my body tense with unbearable need.

For a moment, we weren’t two beings, but we were one. Sierra let out a soft, shuddering sigh as she finally released me, a satisfied moan slipping from her lips, and I did not wait as I seized her, my mouth crashing against hers, claiming her as fiercely as she had claimed me. The taste of my blood lingered between us, rich, tangy, utterly intoxicating. We both groaned into the kiss, lost in the wild, fevered pulse of our connection. Her fingers fisted my shirt, pulling me closer, as if she never wanted to let go.

When I finally broke away, my chest heaving, I found her staring at me with glowing crimson eyes, dark with wicked delight. Slowly, she licked her lips, savoring the last drops of me, her tongue flicking over them in a deliberate tease.

"Oh, Dante," she purred, her voice a sultry caress. "Your blood is so sweet."

Heat rushed through me, my pulse hammering against my ribs. She knew exactly what she was doing, exactly what kind of fire she had set ablaze inside me. I didn’t give her the chance to gloat as I kissed her again, rougher this time, my fingers tangling in her hair as I poured every ounce of my craving into her. A desperate, breathless moan slipped from her lips, swallowed by my own as I pressed her tighter against me.

When I finally pulled away, my breath was heavy, my lips still tingling from her taste. But Sierra, she wasn’t finished. Her crimson eyes locked onto mine, burning with something dark and dangerous, something that made my already racing pulse thunder in my ears. Slowly, she tilted her head to the side, exposing her neck’s smooth, delicate curve. The moon’s soft glow kissed her skin, making it look impossibly tempting.

"Go on, Dante," she murmured, her voice a sultry challenge. "Take what belongs to you."

A shiver rolled down my spine, and the way she bared herself to me so freely, so fearlessly, undid every ounce of control I had left. My fangs throbbed, aching to sink into her, to claim her in the most primal way possible.

"Sierra," I rasped, my voice raw with need.

She didn’t waver. If anything, she leaned in, pressing herself against me, her lips curving into the faintest, most devastating smile. "Do it, Dante," she whispered. "I want to feel you."

A growl rumbled deep in my chest as I pulled her against me, my hands gripping her waist like she was the only thing keeping me grounded. My lips brushed against her skin, teasing, tasting, reveling in the way she trembled in anticipation.

Her scent surrounded me, sweet, wild, intoxicating, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a deep breath, the moment my fangs pierced Sierra’s skin, the first drop of her blood touched my tongue. tTheworld around me shattered into something primal, something electric.

She tasted like wildfire and moonlight, dark, rich, and burning with an intoxicating sweetness that sent a shudder through my entire body. It wasn’t just blood. It was power, desire, an essence so uniquely hers that it sank into my very core, branding itself into me.

A deep, velvety heat rolled over my tongue, laced with something dangerously addictive, something that made my pulse hammer and my grip on her tighten. The taste was layered, warm, and sultry at first, like honeyed wine, then deepening into something wilder, something ancient and untamed, like the very essence of the night itself. It wasn’t just nourishment. It was a claiming, a connection that bound us in ways words could never define.

Sierra gasped in my arms, her fingers threading into my hair, holding me closer, as if she, too, could feel it—the way her blood wove through me, tangled in my veins, branding her name into every beat of my heart. I swallowed, and the fire only spread, a slow, consuming burn that left me aching for more.

The minute I unlatched my teeth, I cupped her face, my thumb brushing over her cheek. "Do you feel it?" My voice came out rough, almost reverent.

She exhaled softly, tilting her head into my touch. "I do," she whispered. "You’re inside me now, Dante. In my blood, in my soul."

Her words sent a shiver through me, something primal curling deep within my chest. The pull between us was undeniable, a force older than time itself. "I’ll never want another," I murmured, my fingers tracing the column of her throat where I had fed from her, where she had fed from me. "This...this is forever."

A slow, knowing smile curved her lips. "Forever," she echoed, pressing her palm against my chest, right over my heart.

The bond flared between us, heat unfurling from where she touched me, wrapping around us like an invisible chain. We belonged to each other now, irrevocably linked, two creatures of the night entwined in a fate neither of us could escape. Sierra’s fingers slid into my hair, and I leaned in, unable to resist her pull. Our lips met again, softer this time, deeper, an affirmation, a promise as I undressed her hurriedly and felt the same passion she felt as she pushed my clothes off me as we made love through the night, feeding from each other and making up for the years we missed out on each other.

By the time Sierra and I made it back to the Kayne estate, the morning sun was already creeping higher, its golden rays cutting through the lingering mist. The air still carried the scent of roses and damp earth from the secret garden where we had spent the last few hours, wrapped in something that felt sacred, untouchable.

But the moment we stepped into the grand hall, that peace shattered.

Qadira was waiting for us, her arms crossed, an unreadable expression on her face. Aurora and Nessa stood beside her, both looking expectant, impatient.

"Good news or bad news first?" Qadira asked, raising a brow.

Aurora rolled her eyes. "Just spit it out, Qadira."

"Fine," Qadira sighed. "Rou has escaped."

A beat of silence, then Nessa groaned, rubbing her temples. "Of course he has."

"And?" Aurora prompted, clearly sensing there was more.

Qadira’s gaze flickered to her, a slow smirk forming. "Lord Marcel is... let’s just say, not thrilled about you breaking things off with Frery and dating Nessa instead."

Sierra chuckled, shaking her head as if she had expected this. Then she closed her eyes, her brows furrowing slightly. I knew instantly what she was doing, reaching out with her power, searching.

I felt the shift before I heard it—the presence pushing into our shared mind link, an unfamiliar but unmistakable voice slipping through.

"I’m headed to Hanka Island," Rou’s voice echoed in my mind, steady but urgent. "I’ll let you know when I reach Frery."

I glanced at Sierra, but she was already responding, her mental voice sharp and firm.

"You need to get to him now, Rou. Lord Marcel is looking for him, and it won’t end well if he finds him first."

There was a pause. one heavy enough to make my pulse spike, before Rou finally answered.

"Understood. I’ll move faster and get to Freyr." The link snapped shut, leaving only silence between our mind links.

Sierra exhaled sharply, her crimson eyes flickering with something unreadable before she finally spoke.

"Rou is safe," she announced, her voice calm but edged with something heavier—something that told me this wasn’t over. "But that’s not our biggest problem right now."

Aurora, who had been pacing by the fireplace, stopped mid-step. "Then what is?"

Sierra met her gaze, then looked at all of us. "We need to buy time until Frery makes it back to Paradise Coven."

Nessa folded her arms. "How long are we talking?"

Sierra shook her head. "I don’t know exactly, but if Lord Marcel is already looking for him, we can assume we don’t have much."

Qadira, who had been lounging against the wall, straightened. "So, what’s the plan? Because I assume just hoping for the best isn’t an option."

I dragged a hand down my face, my mind already racing. "We need a distraction. Something to throw Marcel off Frery’s trail long enough for him to get back."

Aurora smirked. "You’re talking misdirection and make the Lord Marcel busy for a while"

I nodded. "Exactly."

Aurora cracked her knuckles, eyes alight with mischief. "The plan is for me and Nessa to come and face the coven council. We are going to buy Frery the much-needed time."

"Agreed," Nessa smirked and I sensed that they would cause the much-needed ruckus to buy Frery all the time in the world.

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