Chapter 249: His Prey {3}
My senses were in a mix, I was torn between pleasure and fear. My mind was getting foggy with each passing second, saying his name didn’t help. I wasn’t so sure anything would... he was still recreating with me and I knew it. I was sick for thinking this was something else, this was torture and I wasn’t so sure how long I was will stay still or be alive. Can I even do anything right now? Would it work? I could use magic to rid myself of this but I just couldn’t bring myself to hurt him, that would be too much, I didn’t know what to do and it was killing me to the point I was almost suffocating under him. HE was suffocating me... and I never had such a feeling before. I have always felt safe and secure by his closure, but right now he gave me nothing but fear, my beating heart was about to jump out of my chest.
His fur didn’t soothe me like it did that night when I rode on him, right now it gave me nothing but chills as it brushed against my skin with his constant licking. It was like standing close to a fire, so close that it burned you and yet you remained there allowing death to slowly consume you when you knew you could run.
Please, Dace... stop, I can’t take this anymore. And his grip on my waist was getting deeper. I whimpered when I felt his claws now dig into my skin. I wanted to scream at the pain but I was afraid that even with the slight movement something way worse would happen. I was scared and in a pang, I just wanted him to stop. Please make it stop. More tears cluttered my eyes and trickled, and I thought for a moment there his claws would slit my stomach open if he moved again.
"DACE!"
He turned and roared at the newfound presence, I looked and saw Emilia, and relief flushed over me. Like a lost hope was restored and finally, this torture and pain will stop.
"GET AWAY FROM HER!" she yelled at him but it wasn’t a normal tone she used because it sounded deep and a blend of growls. I noticed as her now golden orbs blazed, it churned too, and then I knew she wasn’t just speaking to him but mind-linking him, for I knew when there was motion or swirl in eye colors voices were being spoken within the mind.
Dace was belligerent right now, but I was mentally thanking god that his grip wasn’t on my waist anymore for his movement would have slit me open. He roared at Emilia and the mere sound shook my bones and made my senses blank. Dace roared once again. Feeling resilient to move, I mentally begged that he would right now.
"RUN!" she barked more profoundly and then he growled, like a whoosh of breeze blew past me. His weight was off me and he was nowhere to be seen.
"Emma!" She called rushing to me and helping me up. "How are you here, I thought you were.." she couldn’t finish her words as she hugged me tightly. "Thank god you’re okay" she pulled away and watched me again. "You’re really okay..." she said in such relief that it was almost impossible and I saw tears getting ready to fall.
I have never seen Emilia like this before, she always looked flawless with the looks I always admired, but now she looked like she hadn’t slept for days or had a mind rest.
"Look at your hair and your glasses, did it fall off or..."