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" Lock the doors. No one is in or out of the castle until I stay so." He suddenly growled. " Lock the women in your rooms and be back here in five."

The men dispersed with his order, and I took my eyes off him long enough to see some men start locking doors and windows while others held other women in their arms, as many as ten or more females had been in this room.

Suddenly I was grabbed, and I turned to come face to face with the man. I gasped as I was unable to fight from his grip, the warmth from him suddenly wrapping around me. He was rough as he slid an arm under my bum, gripping my ass, as he carried me out of the ball room. He took me up a set of stairs, entering what looked like an office room, before going up another set of stairs into hidden bedroom.

He dropped me on the bed, grabbing my wrists, and putting them together as he wrapped my scarf around them tightly. He tied to me the bed,his forehead pressed against mine. We stayed that way for while, almost as if both of us were scared to move. I hadn't realized I was crying until I felt the drops hit my lip. His eyes followed my tongue instinctively take the tear from my lips, and with growl he was stalking out of the room, the sound of the door locking telling me he was completely gone.

I finally took in a deep breath, using my shoulder to wipe my eyes dry. Looking around the room, I noticed how dark it was, even with the lamp on the wooden dresser. I was sitting on a bed, that was pressed against the wall, a bundle of black and red blankets and sheets around me. The smelled just like him, and I found an odd source of comfort from them.

The rest of the room held not much. There weren't any pictures but instead a lot of books placed on and off book shelves. The wooden floor was dressed with rugs, an unknown tribal symbol was written on the wall near the only window, which was occupied with a window seat.

I looked around the room for a while more, before I stared down at my trapped hands. This man, the Mark Wolf that is suppose to protect this kingdom has me tied up, and at the same time creaming my panties. Anybody else may find humor in this but I found it blatantly scary.

I was trying to get out of the ties , and hand't heard him re-enter the room.

A set of warm masculine hands suddenly stopped my excessive tugging, and easily untied me.

He pulled me the edge of the bed, the movement causing my dress to tug up, and expose my lightly tanned thighs. His hands roamed my body, growls escaping his chest. I watched as he searched for something, my breathing heavy as I watched his hands run over my body.

Suddenly his hand brushed across my left breast, hitting the spot that had once caused me pain. I bit my lip to stop any sound, but it was too late as a sound that I've never made before escaped my lips. It was soft enough to count as a moan, and I begged he hadn't heard me.

I was wrong though as his head snapped up to look at me.

I was unable to stop him as he lifted the dress off my body, not caring as he ripped the material in half .

He didn't move as he stared at me in only a pair of black underwear and a black strapless bra. " What is this?" He finally growled angrily.

He stalked towards me, putting a knee between my legs as he began to breathe heavier. The dark veins began to appear again, and I shook as I watched him change.

" I-dont-I..' I couldn't find my words and I tried to cover my self up by crossing my arms over my chest but he grabbed my hands in his own. " Why do you have my mark?"

I looked down, to where he was looking at and gasped. There above my breast was a mark. It was the size of a dollar coin, and within the circle held the same tribal symbol I saw on his wall.

" It wasn't there before this night…" I whispered " Is that what the other girls have too?"

I looked up at him, waiting for an answer.

He stood up, his powerful legs striding around the bed. Too scared to watch him, I looked down, at my feet, my black flats seeming so silly right now.

" No." He said gruffly. " Their marks different."

" Why..why is this happening?" I ask him, my eyes still focused on the floor.

There was only silence. I looked up as I felt the bed dip, and as hands ran up my spine I shivered uncontrollably. His hands on my skin was the best feeling Ive ever seen. His breath against my neck were a close second as he whispered in an angry rough tone. " You're smell is the most intoxicating thing. Everything about you is heightened for me…" His teeth scrapped my shoulder, as his hands wrapped around my front, one holding my chin so I had to tilt my head to the side. His chest pressed heavily against my back, warming my skin even more. My mind felt overwhelmed, like his touch was making me numb-in a undeniable good way.

I gasped as I felt his canines grow against my skin, and as they traveled up my neck I came to a realization to what he may do. The feel of his teeth sinking in my skin, was everything but painful. The stories Ive heard from Lucy about sex with her mate couldn't compare to the feel of him marking my neck. His tongue expertly swiped away my blood, leaving my skin with only two deep puncture marks. He didn't pull away though, as he did something so unexpected my body was lost on it's own. He sucked , and sucked hard on the marks, the sensitive skin arousing something inside of me.

I couldn't care that I was panting, or that my knuckles were most likely white to the bone as they gripped onto the sheets beside my shaky legs.

When he finally pulled back, I breathlessly turned my head to see him. His face was alluring, a mixture of handsome and lethal, even with his features filled with dark veins, and his face morphed between a human and animal.

His face started to blur, orange and black dots filling my vision instead. I tried reaching out, but soon enough everything was halted as I fell against the pillows.

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I woke to the cold hair hitting my bare skin. Slowly I pushed my self up, my make up covered face feeling dry and ugly.

Looking around the room, I was hit with everything of last night. I touched my neck, my cold finger tips hitting the wound, quickly pulling away at the nice feeling it brought. I couldn't wrap my mind around how a bite could feel so damn good.

The sound of falling water came from a closed door I hand't noticed that was right beside one of his book shelves. Standing up , I hurriedly found a black tee shirt and pulled it on, feeling sorry for my ruined dress. I couldn't help but sight, Lucy had been right about one thing. He would rip off my dress.