Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

Chapter 63 The hell you‘re about to see.

“Have you given her blood before?” Eliza asked as she tapped her foot impatiently against the wooden floors-she seemed a little surprised. Or perhaps Doris was imagining it all. It was getting harder to tell what was real. “Yes, and she woke up an hour after I did.” William straightened his shoulders and looked down his nose at Eliza. “If you don’t mind.” He said with a gesture to the door. It was almost funny seeing him be talked down to for once. She wished she was better so she could have

enjoyed it more. Eliza glanced at Doris and squeezed her hand before she left the room, closing the door silently behind her. William went to lock it before he returned to her side. She felt her nightgown already sticking to her skin again with how much she was sweating. William surprised her by crawling into bed with her, it dipped under her weight and almost sent her rolling into him. He  sat himself up against the headboard and pulled her weak body against him. She rested her back against his chest and closed her eyes again. “Don’t do that, you have to stay awake for this.” He said more gently than before. William lifted his wrist to his mouth and sliced it open with his teeth. Her eyes grew a little wide when she saw him retract his fangs as blood dripped down his chin. He held his wound in front of her mouth and she shook her head and tried to push away from him. “Come on, Doris.” He said through his teeth. William gripped the back of her head and forced her mouth to his skin. The taste of copper hit her tongue and made her want to gag. She tried moving away from him again more desperately, but he only held her still. Soon, it took on a different taste. What tasted like a she was licking a coin turned to something almost… sweet. A strange sugar taste filled her mouth that made her grip his arm so she could get more. “Yes.” A voice said in her mind. Was it William’s wolf? Her own wolf woke up as if it had been sleeping and curled

around the voice like a blanket. “Come on now, Doris. Take more.” “My mate…” Her wolf said to his as his blood slid down her throat. She could feel their connection open wide enough for her to feel it against every ounce of her body. She looked up at him as she drank and he watched her with a tender, almost lustful gaze. Doris moved herself closer to him, he held her against his body and their limbs tangled together as the sparks exploded through her skin. She could feel his emotions, almost as if they were her own. He was worried and angry, desperate and a little frightened of what was to become of her. Or them. She wondered if he could feel her own emotions. The hatred and strange pull she had for him. She fit against him like a piece in his missing puzzle. His blood flowed through her body and allowed her back some of the strength she lost. The intense heat was fading rapidly, but a new one formed as she moved on top of him and he groaned from her touch. His hand moved from the back of her head to grip her waist through her thin nightgown. She wasn’t sure how much

better than anything that had ever hit her tongue. She wanted to drown in it, to live every day if she could have a small taste. “Just a little more.” He said against her ear. Their wolves

neck and held her still as he pulled his wrist away from her mouth and deprived her of what she wanted. His blood leaked from her lips and stained her nightgown a gruesome color, but neither of them seemed to notice anything except for the other He looked at her with a sort of longing that she knew

and remake one of her darkest dreams. His eyes glazed over as if he was already well into that dream where she didn’t allow herself to feel shame for her desires. Did he imagine what it would be like to kiss her with his blood on her lips? Did he allow himself to wonder how soft she’d feel beneath him? If felt as if she had been drugged, her mind grew foggy as she quickly moved herself off him. What was she doing? What-on earth had she been thinking? His face turned to stone when she looked at him again, as if it had never happened at all. Perhaps it hadn’t and it was all in her head. Beth had once told her the blood of a werewolf was strong enough to drive someone insane. Her energy had spiked higher than it had even before she was poisoned—and then it quickly started to decrease. She wanted to believe that it never happened, that she hadn’t just thought about him kissing her and giving into a dark desire she was forbidden to have. She wasn’t a stupid girl, so

from the basket Enzo had brought her the night before. It must have all been old, but she felt ravenous Doris sat up and ripped through the sandwich he gave her. Too hungry to be ashamed of eating like an

legs and try to turn her into ice. “No. Can you close the window, please?” William did so without a trace of annoyance. Doris pulled the covers up over herself again before