Bullied Mate Of The Lycan Kings
Chapter 40

Zac's pov:

I knew I was dreaming the moment my eyes slid open to replace her sitting in bed across from me.

She came to me at night, as soon as I fell asleep.

Tonight, she was wearing nothing but a pink silk night dress that stopped around her elegant thighs. Her arms were clasped behind her head and her legs were crossed at her ankles. She was barefoot. Long black hair spilled over her face and shoulders, softer than velvet and gossamer. A smile that seemed a little too sweet. A little too honest.

"W- what are you doing here?" I asked. "You're not supposed to be here."

In my dreams, this is what I'm usually reduced to. A weak, scared, stuttering i***t in front of the girl behind my nightmares.

"Hello!" She chirped, big green eyes smiling up at me.

Just one word and my heart was already racing, pounding erratically in my ears. I scrambled back, slamming my head against the headboard.

Since I got turned, I discovered that I had a higher pain threshold. But here in my dreams, my pain seemed to be amplified tenfold.

I shook out the pain, not wanting to lose sight of her.

She was on her knees in an instant, crawling towards me, a playful smirk on her lips.

"No. Stay back!"

"That's rude," she pursed her lips, an offended scowl marring her face. "Just the other day, you were dying to get a taste of me." "Callista, stop!"

"Hmm, maybe I'll listen to you if you get my name right."

My lungs constricted in horror. "Lily?" I gasped.

"Too late." She was already on my lap, straddling my waist and smiling up at me like we were lovers.

"Bite me," she said, gazing up at me, eyes pleading, her soft fingertips grazing my chest, dipping past my stomach. My abs clenched. Desire spiked in my veins.

My lungs were constricting around my heart, my fangs already sliding out at her request. The memory of the taste of her sweet, sweet blood f*****g up my common sense.

Four years, I have kept the rules. Abided by the instructions set out for me... at least, to their knowledge. I wouldn't dare feed on anyone that held the risk of running their mouth. Werewolves were off limits. Werewolves of Shadow Cove were even more off limits. So why her? Why did she have to wreck everything? Destroy the tortured control I have cultivated all these years.

She leaned forward, her hair tickling my naked chest, her hands coasting along my body like we've done this before. Like she was exploring a country she already knew by heart.

"I c-"

"Come onnn," she groaned, resting her lips beside the shell of my ear. "Where was that restraint the other night? I'm your blood w***e, right? Your filthy, dirty blood whore." She bit my ear playfully, giggling as her fingers traced my abdomen, running along the edge of my underwear. She was teasing me. f*****g frying my senses.

My throat was burning with need. Clear control I usually had a grip of was slipping from my fingers. Her neck, pale and soft, was exposed. Oxygenated blood pulsed in her carotid artery. Pliant, begging, mine for the taking.

I wanted to push her down, pin her hands over her head, rip her clothes off and make her my w***e in more ways than one.

I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my fists tight, refusing to give in to her demands. She already caught me by surprise once before, I'd be damned if I let her succeed a second time.

"Zachary," she whispered in a soft, sultry voice, "please?"

My eyes slid open, looking back at big hazel green eyes that peered up at me.

What is it about her that seemed so inviting? So addicting? I have never been addicted to blood before but I had come so close to draining all the blood from her, so close to damning myself more than I already was. And I hated her for it. I hated her for everything. Almost as much as I hated myself too.

"You're getting nothing from me, you little brat." I growled. "Get out of my head."

A scowl scrunched up her face. "But you made me this way. You don't want me seeking out another vampire to get my fix now, do you?"

"No!" I grabbed her, jealous rage I didn't know I had bubbling out of control.

She smiled like she expected my reaction, tilting her neck like an obvious invitation and pushing her hair over to her other shoulder. "Convince me, Zachary."

f**k this s**t.

I grabbed her waist, and like before, marveled at the softness. She was more delicate than I had thought but that didn't stop me from roughly tugging her to me. My nose dropped into the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent, that delicious scent of lavender and jasmine I have not been able to get out of my mind since f*****g Saturday.

My fangs slid out and I bit into her skin, enjoying the ecstatic moan she let out as I fed on her. I pulled her to me, pressing her soft body into my silhouette until we fitted like puzzle pieces.

She was moaning, her eyes rolling up in their sockets. I wound my hand in her thick black hair to position the exposed throat exactly where I wanted it. Drinking and drinking until her blood, her scent, her essence filled my veins. Until I was more of her than I was me, drunk with the taste of her.

The euphoric kick made my nerves jump with electricity. I had no idea what she was experiencing from my bite, but I was experiencing a high I didn't want to climb down from. Bolts of pleasure zapped through my body as I fed and fed and fed, f*****g up my common sense, feeling me with the need to just keep feeding. To not let go of the euphoric pleasure I was getting.

Her blood was thick, warm, rich and so delicious, I wanted more. The power and life that existed in her blood, the rush of strength flowing into my blood vessels. I could just live off of her for the rest of my life.

I didn't notice anything was wrong until it was too late.

No matter how many times this sequence occurred in my nightmares, I never got used to it.

She stopped moving in my arms, going limp in seconds. The panic I hadn't allowed myself to feel two nights ago came back with full force.

I shook her, trying to get her to wake up, to move, to shout, to cuss at me. Her eyes were glassy, lifeless. Dead. Nothing but a dreamy smile on her lips.

And then, it happened very slowly. Focus came back into her hazel green eyes. She roused awake, similar but starkly different.

Her skin was paler than ice. Her expression, colder and crueler than the Arctic. She smiled at me with poisonous green eyes, puce red lips nearly tearing up her face.

"Did I scare you, Zachary?" She cooed, her eyebrows furrowing in faux worry, her fingers running along the curve of my shoulder, tracing down my chest, right in front of a heart that only beat this wild in my dreams. Even her voice was different. Deeper. Darker.

I frowned.

"Lily?" "Wrong."

I froze in place. Bile and acid pouring into my bones. "Callista," I glowered.

"You poor baby," she sighed, "you never got over me, did you?"

I gasped as her clawed thumb pressed into my skin, drawing blood. "f*****g coward. Torturing an innocent girl because of what I did to you." She sneered. "You're nothing to me. You'll never be anything to me. You're just a sad little boy desperate for my approval. You know that, right?"

Five fingers dug into my chest, tearing more than skin and flesh. The pain was so agonizing, I actually screamed, crumpling into a ball before her, bright spots dancing in front of me, sweat dripping down my face.

"Do you still love me?" She asked, her voice whisper soft against my agonizing screams.

"Callista-"

She dug deeper, ripping through muscles and connective tissue, shredding my restraint to pieces. "Is that why you do it? Is that why you treat her like that? Because she reminds you of who I was? Who you thought I was?"

Cold sweat dripped down my face, staining my cheeks as I fought against the urge to reply to her. To tell her the truth I didn't want to admit to myself.

"Callista, please!" I gasped, hot tears streaming down my cheeks.

"You do, don't you?" She crooned, her other hand, caressing my hair, "I see the songs, the poems, your pain. It's pathetic."

"I d- I don't!"

"Just a little more now." She whispered as she crushed the bones of my ribcage, tearing me to pieces and destroying me completely. "A little bit more." She gripped my heart and pulled it out of my chest, a vicious, triumphant smirk on her lips.