The Runaway Huntress
Chapter 45 - 44

Chapter 45: Chapter 44

Chapter 44

Ezekiel had enough of letting her have her way. He took off the mask and followed Melisca. It wasn’t that hard for him, for he was faster. He caught up and snatched her by the waist and imprisoned her to a tree. Melisca grunted from being taken aback. This time he was not being gentle. He held her neck but did not choke her.

Upon seeing his full face, his aquiline nose, full lower lip with an upward turn, slightly hollowed cheeks with prominent jawline, the bastard was devilishly handsome. He was too dangerously gorgeous. But he can’t just tame her with his face.

"I’m done playing nice, mate." His guttural voice was a threat. He wanted to force himself on her. He wanted her submission to come to him and be protected.

Melisca was staring into his blood-red eyes. The grass field in it was gone. It was now a burning lava. Yes, she felt fear, but she was more furious about what he wanted for her.

"You are my fated mate. My luna. Your rightful place should be right by my side, not running around spilling blood."

Her face contorted in constant anger. If only looks could kill, his gorgeous head would have already been separated from his neck. "I don’t want to be Luna for the people I hate." Her teeth gritted. She should have been scared. He can easily snap her slender neck. But her courage or stupidity prevailed over common sense.

Zek closed his eyes and leaned his forehead to hers, breathing heavily, drawing in some more patience and control. "Ezekiel. You can call me Zek." He inhaled her intoxicating scent. "Or whatever you want." He was rubbing the skin on her neck with his thumb.

"You can’t control me." She swore on him.

That made Zek snap his eyes open and inched his head away to look at her again. Meeting her hard gaze with a dominant look on his own. "You’re wrong." He almost whispered. "I can." He swallowed hard, restraining himself not to shift his eyes down to her very tempting lips. "But I won’t."

Should she be thankful for that? Of course! Knowing that she’s not on par with him. He’s the one person she might not be able to take down head-on, in a proper combat. But she had her ways. She needed a trick.

"Reject me, Ezekiel." How she wanted to repeat saying his name. It could be her favorite word from now on. "So that your throne won’t be compromised by having a mate like me."

If it were in any other circumstances, he could have closed his eyes to savor her voice upon calling his name. But he was starting to feel the rising rage in him. His grip on her throat slightly tightened. If she were any other wolf or someone else less than him, they would already cower by just meeting his gaze. "Do you..." He swallowed hard in contained anger. "Realise..." He inhaled a huge amount of air. "The extent..." A second before he finished. "Of what you were asking?" He retorted, emphasizing each word to make her understand what she wanted him to do.

Yes. Her mind paused. Not really. A dreaded thought shook her courage. Her gaze at him faltered.

"You were after my people’s lives. Do you think I would just let you roam around freely and take them?"

"You would kill me if only I wasn’t your mate, right?" She believes that’s the only reason that she’s still alive by his hands until now. Asking that question made her swallow hard the building lump in her throat as hurt started to rise again. "You said so before." She added.

Lying would be pointless. He hated to admit it though. "I might have. If you won’t stop harassing my people."

Another pang of pain was shot to her chest. He was no different from them.

"Rejecting me wouldn’t help you in anything."

Melisca raised her hands to remove his on her neck but Ezekiel caught them both. He intertwined them above her head in one grip. His strength obviously drowns hers. She was grinding her teeth together in furiousness. She hated this. Feeling like a cornered mouse in a box. The only way out was to get through the opening, where a ferocious cat was waiting to pound the moment she dared to escape.

His other hand went to caress her cheeks again. His warm touch wanted to make her purr and lean more to it.

Zek glanced at her lips and his thumb grazed them. She grunted and shook her face, trying to make him stop but she couldn’t do anything.

"I am their king." He crouched his head to the side of her face. "I can make them surrender." His breathy words were fanning her as he tilted further down her neck, clearly hearing the rapid beating of her heart.

"Not me." She’s barely opening her lips. His breath was making her body shiver. He was too close. What if he bit her? Then she heard a throaty chuckle from him.

"Oh, I certainly can, mate." His laughing tone made her body grow rigid. Though she can’t see his buried face in her neck, she can imagine how his eyes danced with mockery. "I haven’t exerted my full dominance yet, Melisca. Even if you withdraw your senses to being human, my wolf would summon it. For I am still your king. The half of you."

She felt his tongue lick the part of her skin where her neck and shoulders met. It instantly made her panic rise, crawling up from being held down. Making her immobile to get free no matter what. It was from the memories of her near-rape experience before by the first set of humans she killed. She thought that the hospital straps earlier were better for she could pull free from them anytime. But now, this was entirely different.

Her heart pounded more loudly. Lips started to tremble. She wants to get free. She bit her tongue again, wanting to stop the panic and fear by converting them into pain until she tasted the rusty tang of blood in her mouth.

Ezekiel immediately withdrew his face to her neck. His eyebrows furrowed in alarm. "Not again, mate. Stop it." He urged. Feeling his fangs wanted to draw out, he reigned them in.

Blood oozed from her pursed lips. His eyes followed it. Like in slow motion, it was trickling down her skin. The intoxicating aroma made him feel light-headed. Before it reached her chin, he dipped his head down and grazed his tongue out. It would be such a waste if it fell to the ground.

He growled in pleasure. It was the sweetest he tasted. His fangs almost tracked down but he quickly held them in. Not wanting them to make contact with her skin. He might not be able to stop himself then.

She released some more blood.

"Stop." He pleaded. Until his tongue traced the oozing liquid back to her lips.

She was trembling but not with fear anymore. It was another set of exploding emotions when he felt his tongue on her lips. It was so sensual that her knees were about to give in. For just this moment, she decided to succumb to his ministrations.

Opening her mouth, he quickly dipped his tongue inside. He took her blood and heard him swallow it. His soft supple lips made her purr in pleasure. How she wanted to touch his face, to respond with such fervor on her own.

Ezekiel was losing his mind. Everything in her was making him insane. He felt the need for her touch, so he released her hands.

Melisca was finally able to use her limbs. She instantly wrapped them behind his neck, offering herself to him.

The manliness in him made her inner core vibrate. He felt so perfect for her.

Pulling her closer to his body, her perky breast was rubbing on him. How he wanted to play with them and have a bite on her tits. His manhood was raging in his pants, the tight constriction was hurting him.

Melisca roamed her other hand to his firm muscles, while her fingers were tangling his soft strands. It was smoother than it looked. She can’t help but compare it to hers. His hair was healthier.

She used her remaining strength to push him on the ground. He didn’t mind though. She sat on his torso, feeling his hard abs under her. But there was also another thing that nudged her ass. It couldn’t be that long. That made her pause about the possibility.

Ezekiel slightly withdrew from her lips. That made her growl and looked at him. "You are mine, Melisca. You’re only mine. Mine to take." He pulled her face to him again as he rolled them on the ground and changed their position, bringing her under.

Those were the words she dreaded to hear before. And maybe until now.

She quickly took the chance of having his defences down for her. She shifted them back. She was now again on the top. But with a bonus.

He grunted, wincing. "You would rather get yourself killed than be with me?"

The growl in his voice made her insides fear but she was far from backing down. "It isn’t just all about you and your people. I would rather die than not get my revenge by any means." Her sharp gaze returned. She immediately leapt off from him. Blood pooled around from the wound she inflicted on him. She stabbed the blessed knife to his side when she shifted to be on the top.

She was now standing far from his position. "I may be yours. But not entirely. And I’m done playing mate with you."

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