Post-Apocalypse: Mated To Alphas Of Orion-Chapter 101: What’s Wrong With Her?

(Alnitak)

After our training session, I should have gone to my room and changed but I went straight to Amaia’s.

Today, she will be alone in her room so I don’t want her to be scared. Deep in my heart I know it’s just an excuse.

In reality, my wolf and beast are both on the edge, desiring her.

Like a gentleman, this time I knocked on her door. Not that I would have minded seeing her beautiful body, but I have to restrain myself, not scare her away.

To my surprise Amaia is awake. Her pet grackle sits on her shoulder, rubbing its wing on her cheek.

A sense of sadness and the scent of something rotten welcome me.

What’s that fading smell?

"If I may spend the night here?" I ask, winking at her and she softly smiles.

"Come!" Her arms open for me which makes Zevran swoon and fall on his belly, his tail wags excitedly.

"I am sweaty," I warn her, reaching for the back of my shirt and pulling it off, throwing it aside.

Amaia’s eyes, as usual, widen in excitement at seeing me half-naked. She never fails to show with her reactions, how much she desires me.

"I don’t mind." Seeing me approach her pet bird, Zalei or whatever she has named him, lets out an angry caw. His beast eyes watch me with suspicion before he spreads his wings and flies away, out of the window.

"He doesn’t like me very much," I comment, landing myself in her outstretched arms and placing my head on her chest.

I bury my face between her soft and squishy breasts. Her pendant pokes me but I don’t care. Even without a scent, Amaia’s presence is soul-soothing. My arms go around her waist, hugging her tightly. I don’t want to let her go.

"He doesn’t like males except Kacir. Nothing personal." Her fingers soothingly weave through my hair and massage my scalp. The feeling is so calming that I just close my eyes and let her continue. Every tenseness and tiredness seems to evaporate the more she touches me.

"Why are you still awake?" I mumble, rubbing my cheek against her soft chest and at the same time hearing the increase in her heartbeat.

I love the way I affect her. The slow rise in her breaths, the elevation in her heart rate, widening of her eyes. She wears all her emotions so openly.

"....I had an odd experience," her voice comes reluctantly and my eyes fly open. Raising my head slightly, I stare at her with questions in my eyes.

"What happened?"

Confusion paints her face like a canvas.

"I am not sure, it felt like a nightmare and yet so real. I couldn’t move my body or wake up and I was left so cold."

My brows furrow together as I rest my chin just above her breasts. "It sounds like sleep paralysis. Have you encountered something similar before?"

She shakes her head. "Nothing similar to that. And I could hear someone talking. I have forgotten what it was but the voice was cold like that of an enemy."

I can sense she is rattled. Is that why her pet was caressing her cheek with his wing?

I leave her waist and raise my hands to clasp her beautiful face in them.

"Probably just a bad dream. You have been stressed because of everything going on."

But deep inside my heart, I believed it could be that bloodsucker. Is that what I smelled when I entered her room?

Could he have been here?

Vampires have the hypnosis power; the stronger they are, the overwhelming and devastating their powers can be. They can create illusions and fuck with someone’s brain and I have noticed how he looks at Amaia.

From my peripheral I notice a rose on her side table, covered in blood. Did he leave her that?

Not wanting to startle her further, I stay quiet and decide to take it with me when I leave. She mustn’t have noticed it, rattled by the experience.

I need to distract her before she sees it and freaks out.

Raising myself up I mash my lips against hers. She moans at the impact, her fingers curl into my hair.

Sliding down she lets me climb on top of her. My chest presses her down into the mattress as her legs automatically widen, and I snugly settle between them. Rubbing myself over her core.

My tongue invades her mouth, tangling with her rough tongue and soft palate.

Another moan chokes out of my mouth. So delicious, she tastes, the way her body writhes underneath me and her hands yank at my hair, as if she can’t get enough of me.

My member begins to harden as I continue to rub myself on her belly, letting her feel what she does to me and how she makes me lose control—throw every caution to the wind.

With every passing day, I am getting addicted to her and soon I won’t be able to resist her.

Bending my knee I rub it between her legs and find softness and wetness welcome me.

Amaia shudders underneath me as if I have suddenly electrocuted her, not rubbed my knee along her core.

The pounding of my heart grows, and excitement runs through my blood. Zevran excitedly growls in my head, wishing to wolf out and have his share but I push him away.

Tonight, she is mine.

My mouth ravages her, owning every crevice my tongue could find.

And then her body convulsed and then again. Somehow, I could sense it’s not because of me.

She snatches her mouth away from me and tries to drag in a shaky breath. Her eyes pop out as her hands leave me and crawl to her chest, where her heart is.

Her beautiful face grimaces and convulses in pain.

What have I done?

Have I hurt her?

She sits up and chokes as if trying to swallow pain and agony. Tears accumulate in her eyes.

"Amaia? What’s wrong?" I halt and quickly straighten, placing my hand on her back. But she just doubles over in pain, holding her stomach and thigh.

Something is terribly wrong...