Mated In Chaos: The Broken Mate

Zuriel

The little Princess was driving me crazy. I fumed in anger when I saw her smiling fondly at another man. That tour guide. I hated how much it affected me. How much she affected me, She should only be my wife on paper and nothing more. I shouldn’t allow myself to care for her or else she will get hurt in the long run.

I wasn’t a good man. I wasn’t capable of truly loving or caring for another human. Not with the demons that reside within me.

The voice of my father lives rent-free in my head, in my memories. His curses, his beating every time I showed any kind of emotion. He told me I was weak. He was mad, mad for power and territory like his dragon. A paranoia who thought he’d be attacked anytime. He wanted me to be exactly like him.

He killed so many and made me watch. A seven-year-old boy watched as heads rolled off bodies and as others burned while he drank and laughed. That shit destroys you from the inside. It shuts you down, and you hate everything and everyone, including yourself.

My father damaged me, and it can’t be helped.

‘Zuriel, this is what you do to apostates, those who revolt, those who refuse to obey,’ he’d say.

I was horrified.

‘Now, pull the latch and kill that man,’ he commanded. I stared at my father with shock. I didn’t want to be in this hell room of horror. I should be outside playing with the other kids, but my father never let me.

‘PULL IT!’ he screamed, and with shaking hands, I did. I gasped as an axe came from above and cut a man’s head off his neck. His blood splattered to the floor, some of it on my face.

‘You’re the blood of the most powerful dragon line. They want to end it. You can’t let them,’

I hid my hands behind my body, not wanting him to see me shake. If he did, it would be whipping for me.

Unbidden thoughts of my father leap away when the door to the ensuite bath opens, and the little Princess stops, looking at me with her big green eyes.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

My eyes can’t help but linger on her sexy body and down to her bare, long legs.

She truly is breathtaking.

‘Are you angry at me?’ I ask. I think she was because she hadn’t said anything. She glares at me, and I wonder what I did. I wasn’t too great when it came to social cues or sarcasm.

‘No,’ she answers dismissively. I nod and go to the bar to drink.

I notice it’s too quiet. Is she sleeping? I peer towards the bed. Indeed, she’s deep in sleep.

With a drink in hand, I sit at the edge of the bed, watching her. Princess Elara has the face of an angel.

She is moaning in her sleep, and my wolf leaps forward.

‘Zuriel,’ she moans. She is dreaming about me. I’m pleased, I don’t know why, but I am. I watch her as she has an erotic dream about me. My body is reacting to her moans and movements. The urge to spread her legs and fuck her hard overcomes me. The beast within me growled in approval. He wants her. He wants her, but I can’t have her, not her.

‘Why? She’s our wife,’ Riel says.

‘I respect her,’ I tell him.

I can’t treat her like I do others. Fuck and toss away. Princess Elara is different, and I can’t treat her like one of my whores. It would be awkward if I fuck her and we continue living our separate lives.

‘Zuriel,’ she moans again.

‘Hmm?’ I answer absentmindedly, and her eyes flew open. She sits up so fast that her face almost collides with me. The Princess looks embarrassed and hops out of bed. She is seriously so stunning.

Elara was tempting me with her body. She was openly seducing me. Her fucking sexy body. I wanted her, but I resisted until I couldn’t anymore.

I’m lying in bed after having the best sex of my life. Her gaze on me looks satisfied. I can see she wants to sleep.

I caress her jaw gently,

‘Sleep, little Princess,’

She nods and is out like a light. I can’t believe how fast she sleeps. She scoots closer towards me. I don’t want to embrace her, but my body is on autopilot. I scoop her in my arms and hold her. I want to enjoy this while I can.

When we go to the pack, we’ll go back to normal. I take a whiff of her alluring floral scent before drifting to sleep myself.

I fucking wake up in the morning with a boner. It is pressing against the Princess’ abdomen. I want her so badly. I can’t help as I rub my dick against her body, and slowly she opens her eyes. She smiles at me, and I kiss her.

‘I want you,’

‘At your disposal,’ she says. She loves this so much. My hand explores her flawless body. My fingers invade her warm, wet core

The Princess can’t hold her moans as I suck on her nipples. She runs her hand through my hair. Her hands on my body are going lower, and I shiver, closing my eyes.

Every time I’m touched, I feel the hands of Patricia Homes over my skin, and I shiver.

Patricia Homes was my therapist growing up. She was twenty years my senior. She fell for me when I was fourteen years old. We started a relationship. Patricia said she was teaching me how to properly fuck a woman when I was ready. We were in a fuck relationship for eight years. I fulfilled all her sexual fantasies, and she did the same for me.

She was cruel, but I loved it. She did so many things to my body, and at some point, her touch startled me… a lot. Even after ending my relationship with her, her touch haunted me in all women.

Being touched made me feel like I was with her again. I was a vulnerable fourteen-year-old under a sex crazed woman.

I grab Elara’s hand and bound them together over her head. I take her nipple in my mouth and ravish it before giving the second one the same amount of attention. She is squirming and moaning in ecstasy.

‘I want to touch you,’ she moans.