The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness

~ ENRIQUE ~

What is going on?

I pull her top down a little, looking at the two deep cuts that run down over her shoulder and back.

"F**k, why is this happening to you?"

"What?" she asks softly, pain visible in her glittering black eyes as I grab a towel and press it against the wound.

"The Crawlers, this is their doing, is it not? So why are they after you? There are plenty of people out there with powerful auras, like your padre. Why are they specifically targeting you?" I growl, feeling frustrated that there's nothing I can do to stop this from happening.

She looks down, shaking her head, "I don't know, but we assume it's the kind of power I possess," she whimpers when I move the towel slightly.

"Lo siento, come here." I scoop her up and place her on the edge of the tub and run the tap.

"Why..." she whispers.

I don't know what she is about to ask, but I have no answer to anything right now. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on . Visit to read the complete chapters for free. Reaching around her from behind, I extract a clawed nail and with the sharp edge, I cut down the centre of her top, my eyes on her breasts as they almost spill out of it.

I stop tearing open her top just below her breasts, my gaze flicking to the pink areola that peeps out from her torn top, but this time she doesn't try to cover herself from me.

Her breasts rising and falling rapidly. Her intoxicating scent flits into my nose.

"Turn," I command huskily. She obliges, turning slightly, so her back is to me and with the wet towel I wipe away as much blood as I can. "How did it happen, anyway? You didn't leave the room, and nothing appeared, did it?"

I need to understand how this is all occurring. What draws them? Or triggers them? It's becoming increasingly frustrating that on my pack grounds, such things are happening, and I don't have any control over them.

"... in my dream I was in this place, the crypt where their leader..." Her heart thuds as she looks up scanning the area.

She's lost in thought, and I wonder what's going through her mind.

"Kataleya..." I pull her from her reverie, and she shakes her head.

"He came for me, he... he's the one who is after me. He can summon me to that dark place, and I don't know how he does it... but through the darkness." She hugs herself, and I can sense her fear.

"We have to figure something out. You can't keep getting injured without even a chance to protect yourself. How is he even able to summon you? I know what you have said... but could it be when you are off-guard or at your most vulnerable?" I ask, looking at her wound, frowning deeply.

"Or intense emotions. It's complicated and there's no pattern." Last time I had to cut it open to drain the dark blood, and mine had healed over, the poisoned blood kept inside... but this time she's bleeding with no sign of it healing. Why?

"You aren't healing," I remark quietly.

"I will... it's just deeper, but it's alright. This way, the darkness will bleed out before it closes," she says softly.

I don't respond, pressing the towel gently over her wound, waiting for the dark blood to stop seeping out of the open wounds. I glance around before I look back at her smooth, creamy skin.

"I'll be right back." I place a hand on her arm for a split second before I stand up and leave the bathroom.

Why is she so calm after what happened? Is she really not finding this a threat, or is she simply trying to hide her true worries?

I have to find the witch. Maybe she'll be able to help her or give us some answers. I am not interested in helping a Rossi but as long as she's here; she is under my watch and at this rate, I'm not sure waiting for the summit is going to be wise... Walking to my wardrobe, I pull out a white t-shirt and grab some dressing. taking it back to the bathroom, pushing my thoughts away.

Crouching beside her I try not to look at how her pants, which are now stained with blood, shape over her a*s and focus on her wound. "You are nothing but trouble," I say quietly, observing the wound to make sure the blood has run clear. "Trouble that looks far too angelic."

She lets out a weak laugh. "I guess I am... but I don't call for trouble, it just always seems to find me." She whispers. "Maybe I am doing something wrong."

"Seems you need to be taught how to stay out of trouble..." I murmur, and she looks at me over her shoulder.

"Is that something you give lessons in?" Her eyes widen as the words slip from her lips.

"Glad to see you're well enough to be sassy. There's a lot more I can give lessons in... but you're stubborn. I don't think you listen to anything, Princesa," I remark, trying to change the strange mood that had settled between us. "Anyway, alpha saliva, as you know, heals." "What- Ah!" she gasps when I place my tongue at the base of one of the long cuts, running my tongue slowly up her shoulder.

The sweet rich taste of her blood fills my mouth, but more than that, it's the way her body reacts to me that makes my eyes blaze, awakening that hunger for her once more. I slip my hand around her waist, placing my tongue against the second cut, not missing the soft sigh that escapes her, her heart racing extremely fast, her breasts rising and falling.

"Enrique..."

She says my name all wrong... but I f*****g love it.

"Hush Princesa..." I murmur huskily before running my tongue up her back. This time I tug her back, running it over her shoulder and to her neck. My gaze flickers to her stiff nipples that strain against her torn top, her breasts rising and falling rapidly as I twirl my tongue along the edge of her wound, imagining my tongue flicking over that n****e...

"Enrique..." she whimpers slowly. My gaze flicks to the crook of her neck, and the sudden urge to mark her overcomes me. I feel my wolf surge forward, my teeth elongating, wanting to pierce that smooth delicate skin and I suddenly pull back, turning away before she sees, my heart racing at what I almost did.

A tense silence falls between us as I pull away, and it only adds to the heavy weight that hangs in the air.

"Th-thank you..." she whispers softly, her dark eyes meeting mine.

"You're going to be ok, we'll figure out what's going on," I promise, cupping her face for a second. I don't know why I did, but the intense need to reassure her won this round.

Her eyes glimmer pink and I watch as her gaze dips to my lips, parting her own plush ones. My throat feels dry, my d**k twitching.

F**k...

I run my fingers through my hair, brushing it aside. "The wound is beginning to close."

Deal with this and get the hell out of here.

I tear off what is left of her top and cover the wound with dressing before I pull the shirt over her head.

"Th-thank you," she whispers gently as I help her slide her right arm into the t-shirt, careful not to strain her wound before I stand up. She turns towards me, her eyes glowing pink. "You've been a little mean to me a few times, but you've never called me fat," she

muses.

I frown, cocking a brow at her words as I look back at her.

Luis...

Pausing for a second, I hesitate before I stare ahead. "Because I love a woman with meat and you're fucking beautiful, regardless of your birthright," I say before I exit the bathroom. That moment in there... I was too close to showing that I care. Do I care? No, I fucking don't.

Glancing around the bedroom, I take a deep breath and close my eyes.

"Then what if I was slimmer? Would you still find me attractive?" Her soft voice comes from behind me. I spin around to see her standing there in nothing but the shirt I had helped her put on moments ago, my gaze instantly dips to her bare thighs. F**k.

Don't tempt me or I won't be able to control myself...

But she simply rests her head against the doorframe playing with a strand

of her sandy brown hair. I narrow my eyes. She f*****g knows how enticing she looks right now.

She crosses her legs, blinking up at me, waiting for an answer.

"You're playing a dangerous game..." I whisper, taking hold of her chin.

"Answer me..." she whispers, placing a hand on my chest, a delicious lick of fire coursing through me.

"If I'd still find you attractive?" I cock a brow. "I didn't peg you for conceited

She simply stares at me, wanting an answer.

"Stubborn aren't you..." I look into her gorgeous eyes, knowing the answer to that. "Yes. I won't deny that you would be beautiful regardless of size... but this perfect body is a fucking bonus... I like big girls, big boobs, and a big ass." I smirk cockily and she pouts, shaking her head.

"Oh... poor small boobies..." she whispers, and I smile faintly.

She can still somehow end up sounding fucking cute even when she's wearing nothing but a t-shirt that stretches over her large breasts.

"So, do you have a preference, Princesa? Blond hair, black hair? Blue eyes?"

She blinks as she looks up at me, her cheeks tinting a pretty pink hue. "I do... Chocolate brown hair, hazel eyes, full lips... angled jaw..." She raises her hand tenderly, swallowing as she brushes her hand over my jaw. She's describing me. "A few scars..."

I grip her wrist, stopping her hand from travelling down my jaw.

"Don't." I say quietly, swallowing hard.

"Don't what?" she nudges, her eyes blinking innocently up at me.

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"Then don't..." she whispers, a whisper laced with the tone of a seductress. Her gaze once more dip to my lips, our hearts thundering as one...