Mated In Chaos: The Broken Mate

Elara

‘My body feels hot,’ I say, taking off my sexy nightdress. Zuriel turns his gaze from me quickly.

‘Princess,’ he warns.

‘Is it hot in here, Zuriel,’

‘What do you think you’re doing?’ he asks, his voice unstable. I’m getting the reaction I want from him.

‘I want to go swimming,’ I tell him. I momentarily close my eyes when I remember I can’t swim because of my fear of water.

‘I want to cool my body,’ I corrected myself. I grab a towel and leave the suite.

Zuriel follows me to the inbuilt pool, just outside our suite. I’m happy to see that it is empty. I step into the shallow water and throw the towel to the ground. Zuriel does a 180 and I chuckle so hard.

‘You can look,’ I say, taking off my thong.

‘No,’

‘Why?’ I pout, ‘ Am I not desirable for you?’ I see his body go rigid after my words.

‘You’re drunk,’ he growls. I’m a little tipsy, but I’m conscious of my actions.

‘So, I’m not good enough for you,’ I say, feigning hurt. Zuriel draws in a breath.

‘Your manipulation won’t work on me, little Princess,’

I bite my laugh and step out of the pool. I stand in front of him.

His mesmerizing, forlorn eyes widen but don’t dare go lower. I want his gaze to go lower. I desire to see yearning in his gaze.

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His gaze lowers to my lips. I lick my bottom lips.

‘I want you to look at me,’ I whisper. I slowly run my fingers on his smooth toned chest. His body jerks.

I undo his shirt buttons completely and take off his shirt. I suck in a deep breath as I take in his rippled body. It is a perfect work of art. His body isn’t without scars. He has scars along his back and torso. They make him even sexier.

Zuriel has a huge dragon tattoo on his back. I can’t stop looking at it. It seems so fierce and alive. Why would a werewolf get a dragon tattoo? I slowly kiss it, and every scar on his body. He shudders.

His willpower would snap anytime soon. I can feel it. I suck in a deep breath as I take him in.

I caress him gently, and his breath shudders under my touch.

He attempts to remove my hands from his chest, but he stops, only clenching his fist on his side. Zuriel doesn’t like to be touched, but he tolerates it. It makes me happy. I move away from him slightly … His eyes fall on my whole body. Zuriel’s gaze lingers on my bare chest and lower. I see the raw passion in his gaze. It is what I wanted to see. His eyes are dark with lust. I smile and touch him again.

‘I- I don’t like to be touched,’ his voice is strained but so fucking sexy.

‘I noticed, but I love touching you, Zuriel,’ my voice is thick with lust.

‘Don’t try me, ‘

‘What happens if I do?’ I ask, kissing his chest softly and biting it.

‘Elara!’ he growls. It is the first time he’s spoken my name. He spoke it with desire and passion. I can’t help the smile on my lips. He grabs my cheek and stares down into my eyes,

‘Whatever game you’re playing is dangerous,’

‘We both know I always gravitated towards danger,’ I whisper.

‘You’re teasing me. It won’t work,’

‘Fine, I won’t tease anymore. Make love to me. Let’s consummate this marriage, please,’ I beg.

His eyebrows knit.

‘You don’t know what you’re asking of me,’ he husks.

‘Oh, I know,’

‘You want to use me to hurt that mother fucker mate of yours,’

‘I’m your wife, and my pleasure should come from you… Or do you want me to go to other men?’ I say. Zuriel is in front of me in a flash. He puts me in a chokehold.

‘I’ll kill him,’ his voice grows deeper. His possessive jealousy was swirling around us,

‘Then consummate this marriage. Is it so bad to do it?’ I ask, staring into his gorgeous eyes. My breath is heavy.

‘I don’t love you. I will never love you,’ he says.

His words hurt me. It feels like a sharp blade cut through me several times, and Ara whimpers. No more is she confident.

‘Why, Zuriel,’ I found the strength to ask after a minute.

‘I’m made that way. I don’t love anyone,’ he grits his teeth, ‘ I don’t want to,’

He releases me. I want to ask why, but it would push him too far, and he might leave. He’s slowly opening his feelings, and I need to tread carefully with him now.

‘I’m not asking you to love me tonight. Just my right as your wife,’

My hands caress my breasts. I run my hands all over my chest sensually, and down to my lower regions. My eyes are fixed on him, and I see him swallow as he watches me.

‘You’re making this so hard for me,’ he says, bothered but trying to be calm. I was getting my way with him. I wanted him to be bothered.

‘Oh well, I’ll go for a run then,’ I say. Zuriel lunges forward, and his lips slam against my own. His kiss is savage and needy, his tongue forcing itself in my mouth. I try to match his movement.

He pulls away and says,

‘I don’t love you. I will never love you,’ he grounds. The words hurt more than the first time he said it. I feel coldness pass right through me, and it is not that I was in water. I press my lips together, and when I open them after a moment, the words that leave my lips are, ‘Okay,’

He grabs my cheek tightly and whispers in my ear, ‘I’m coarser,’

‘I figured,’ I whisper, biting my lower lips.

A man like him would never be gentle. His eyes darken, lust consuming him. He grabs my hair roughly, and we meet for another kiss. The kiss is hot and intense. His taste fills me whole, and I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips. My stomach is bouncing with butterflies. His one hand goes to my breast as the other grabs my waist. I’m desperate to have more of him. My leg is in the air, resting around his waist, so I’m only standing on one. He grabs my butt, hoists me up, and I wrap my legs around his torso. I cling to his body. My body rubs against him.

His lips go down to my sensitive neck. He’s nipping my neck area, my susceptible spot. My fingers are in his hair.

I can feel his dick protruding through his pants, and I rub myself against his hard erection, desperate for him. I am wet, wet for him. I am radiating happiness that I can feel through my body.

‘Fuck me, please,’ I beg, my eyes burning into his own.