The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia) novel Chapter 1210

Rufus' POV:

I coaxed Crystal to open up to me as I leaned closer.

When she did, I touched her tongue with mine, hoping that it would distract her. Sure enough, I felt her slowly relax. It fed into my relief, and I, too, relaxed and gentled the kiss.

Initially, the kiss was only meant to keep her from hurting herself, but I found myself getting lost in it, wanting more, wanting it always...

My heart was pumping furiously, and I felt hot all over. This was the first time I had ever kissed a she -wolf. It wasn't as bad as I thought.

I was pulled out of my musings by a sharp sting at the tip of my tongue. Crystal had bitten me.

I pulled back and flicked my tongue against the roof of my mouth. Instead of being dissuaded, the metallic taste only seemed to urge me on. I tightened my hands around her wrist and went in for another deep kiss.

Before long, I was on the bed with her, burrowing as close as I could get against her body. I didn't want to be apart from her for even one second. Now and then, I would pause to give ourselves a chance to breathe, but I wasn't willing to end our little entanglement just yet.

The feelings that washed over me were intoxicating, and I wanted nothing more than to indulge myself.

I didn't let up until I felt Crystal completely stop squirming.

I took a deep breath and wiped the corner of my mouth as I gazed down at her. For once, she looked peaceful, lying there with her eyes closed.

She was asleep. More importantly, she didn't seem to be in pain anymore.

I didn't know how long I sat there, just staring at her quietly. Emotions that I had been suppressing bubbled into the surface.

lines on her body. They were getting more and more prominent, and it made me a little nervous. By the looks of it, the power of the black witch had won over the other two.

I sighed and tucked Crystal under the covers.

I wanted to rage at her for her recklessness, but I couldn't bring myself to even get mad at her. All, I wanted was for her to be fine again, and revert to her witty, feisty self.

If... If she really died, I didn't know what I would do. I knew that I would hunt don whoever had hurt her and let them suffer a hundredfold of what she had endured.

As soon as the thought formed in my mind, I felt a burning heat on my back, as if a flame was held up against my naked skin.

I got up and strode over to the dressing room. I took off my shirt and checked my back on the mirror. There, just a little under my shoulder, was a small, black mole that I had never seen before.