Bullied Mate Of The Lycan Kings
Chapter 120

Lily's

POV

I'm a balloon. My head has been pumped with helium and set free and I'm floating up into the sun and burning up and catching fire.

It would have been better if he didn't take my hand to rest it against his chest as he said those words to me. Maybe then I would have continued to delude myself into thinking that all of Zac's feelings stemmed from his love for Callista and had nothing to do with me. I was just her replacement, not the girl he loved.

But now, this? Him... I...

It was the lie I had told myself the first time he confessed and I had run away, unable to even process the whole thing before Mauve had kidnapped me.

Standing up hastily, I took a step back and Zac only did the same, towering over me in a way that made me lean back to stare at his gorgeous face and not break at the intensity in his eyes.

Thick black hair flopped over a face so beautiful and tragic, my heart squeezed at his gaze. He had the face of an avenging archangel, dark and cruel, high cheekbones and perfect symmetry. Looking at him hurt my eyes, but yet, I couldn't look away. Not when he was looking at me like that.

"Before I made peace with how I felt about you, you were in my dreams every night, your face tormenting me. I used to think it was because of how closely you resembled Callista and I was sure that I hated you to bits but when I saw you lying lifeless that night, I knew. I knew that I would do anything for you. That I would never let you die."

He closed the distance between our bodies and pressed me up against the wall. I was caged in his arms as he rested his forehead on the wall above me. His entire body was trembling, as if the weight of his confession was breaking his back.

"I made the others swear not to tell you this but I don't think I can hide it anymore because it will explain so many things to you."

The way his onyx black eyes were already pleading with me I knew that I would not like what I was about to hear.

Taking my hand, he pressed another kiss to my pulse and I realized that for some reason, I didn't even mind that there was practically no more space between us.

My heart wouldn't stop pounding. My head won't put the fire out.

"When Ren's healing magic was useless against the feral bite, we had to look for another way to save you. You were dying and with every minute that we wasted, we were going to lose you. I didn't see any other way to keep you here so I donated my blood to you." My eyes widened. "Th- that's not so bad-"

"No, Lily, it's different. With vampires, it's more than just a blood donation. It's a bonding ritual... especially because I've had my fill of your blood before."

My heart stuttered in my chest, my brain drawing the lines and drawing conclusions to fill in the blanks.

The pain, the restlessness, my urge to please him, to protect him from what hurts him.

Your wolf wants to stay close to your bonded. It wants to drown in his scent and wallow in his space until the bond you share is properly established. It's like how you were with me at the hospital.

"We share a bond, Lily. A blood bond because part of my blood now flows through your veins."

I stepped back, my back pressing deeper into the wall as it dawned on me. I shook my head as it started to click into place. That was why I was like that with Zac when I woke up in the hospital? Why I needed him so close to me. Another bond?

"I never asked for this. I never asked for any of this."

He shook his head with a sad smile that made me realize that even though I was in denial, he was not lying.

"A blood bond only forms between people with an initial attraction for each other, Lily. I could give anyone my blood and it would be just that; a blood transfusion, but this bond formed because like it or not, you're attracted to me and you already know how I feel about you. The bond only amplifies a two sided attraction. You need to be more honest with yourself even if you don't want to be honest with me."

A herd of water buffaloes were throwing a tantrum in my heart.

"After I fed on you, I knew that something changed between us. I was obsessed with you then and now, that blind devotion that I have for you makes me want to rip my best friend to shreds for marking you first. It makes me hate my other best friend for being your fated mate. It makes me insanely jealous of anyone that gets to have your attention for free."

"No. Please-" I begged, hating that I knew that everything he was saying about himself, about us was not a lie.

"No. You want me to lie to you and I will not. You feel something for me and you're just afraid to accept it. What are you so afraid of? Why won't you just admit it?" But that would make me a cheat. An ungrateful w***e.

"It's just us. It's just us together right here, right now. Please-" he said so softly, I could cry into his eyes, I could melt into mush right now. "Please, don't lie to me." My knees buckled.

His eyes closed as he pressed his forehead to mine. My soul was straining against the constraints of my body, as if desperate to rise up and intertwine him.

I was losing what was left of my morals.

"You have no idea what you do to me, duchess." His head dipped and his nose brushed against the curve of my neck, inhaling softly. "I just want to take a bite out of you."

I shivered, desire curling in my blood.

His lips skimmed my skin and I whimpered when he sucked on my pulse, my eyes falling close as I gave in to the desire.

"You say you feel nothing?" He asked, gripping my hip so that we were flush against each other as his eyes searched mine.

He suddenly growled and cupped the back of my neck, his ringed fingers tilting up my chin to look into his eyes. And he could as well have lit me on fire just as he smiled, his lips, only a hair's breath from mine. Our breaths mingled as he whispered two words before he took my lips hungrily in his. "Prove it."

He pulled me even closer and I rose up on my tiptoes, my arms slipping around his neck, almost like my body had a mind of its own and I gasped when he bit my lip and licked the blood off it, moaning at my taste.

He rasped against my lips, his eyes suddenly glowing red and feral. "Even your blood sings for me, listen to your heart race, Lily and tell me again that you feel nothing."

My heart raced in my chest truly, an intense need taking over me and I grabbed his face and continued where he left off, kissing the hell out of him.

The kiss suddenly turned more intense and he growled into the kiss, shoving me back against the wall as we went at each other with an insatiable hunger.

His hands gripped my waist, his fingers digging into my skin in a way that should cause me pain but only enunciated the pleasure.

I tugged hard on his hair to match the way he was grabbing me so tight and kissed him even harder, our tongues connecting in a way that sizzled my brain and made me want to tear his chest open so that I could make a place for myself in his heart. "Jesus," he groaned, cupping my face in one hand as the other roamed all over my body, digging into my hair, slipping under my shirt, grabbing my a*s, until he growled, and lifted me by my waist, hoisting me against the wall.

I gave in the urgency and wrapped my legs around his hips. The contact of his clothed erection on my already damp underwear made my body tremble and he let out a strangled groan, jerking his hips against my core. "You smell so good, duchess," he rasped, nibbling on my neck, "so fucking good." He jerked us closer until were were wrenched together.

His hands cupped my a*s, squeezing and palming them and I wrapped my legs even tighter around his waist as our kisses turned more wild, more feral.

There was a wild need in my chest that only grew the more I devoured him, unable to be satiated.

He continued to kiss me while he maneuvered his right hand in between our bodies to cup my clothed core.

I let out a loud moan that he hushed with a another kiss as he used his finger to stroke me through ny panties. My hands tugged on his hair and my legs squeezed around his sides, a whimper escaping my lips. "Those fucking sounds," he growled against my lips, "driving me fucking crazy." He slipped his finger into beneath my panties, stroking my folds and eliciting another body racking shiver from me.

He dipped his finger in and I dropped my head onto his shoulder, fisting his shirt as I let out a cry of pleasure, shivering all over, his moan reverberating through my chest.

"You're so tight, baby. So f*****g perfect."

He set a slow rhythm, in and out, in and out, adding a second finger that had me crying out his name.

That seemed to unleash the beast in him because he attacked my lips, drilling into me hard and fast until I was dropping my hips onto his finger, desperate to pull us closer. I was close. So so close.

He suddenly slowed the pace of his finger and I growled, glaring at him as he denied my release

"Zac? What are you doing?"

His reply was a fanged grin that wavered when I clenched and unclenched my walls around his finger.

"Please-" I was hot, panting, desperate. And I only got worse when his thumb rubbed my clit torturously slow.

"You look so good when you beg me like that."

"Get me there or I'll find someone else who wil-"

He took the threat too literally because he attacked my lips again, growling between kisses as he drilled his fingers in and out of me until I was crying out his name.

I came with a strangled cry that tore out of me in waves and waves of teeth chattering pleasure as his fingers kept working me until the shock waves dulled into tiny shivers.

I sighed in content, releasing him and leaning back against the wall as I struggled to catch my breath.

Dull desire and satiated pleasure made me drowsy and sluggish.

"I'll take anything. Even if it's scraps. I just need you to admit that there's something between us besides the blood bond we share. That you want to be with me."

My heart ballooned into my throat as the reality of our situation dawned on me.

"Let me be good to you, duchess. Let me make you happy," he whispered against my neck and I was frozen in horror and self revulsion.

My boyfriend was coming here to find me any moment and this was what I wanted him to find me doing? Getting finger f****d by his best friend.

His best friend who I admittedly had feelings for.

Suddenly feeling ashamed, I pulled away from him and landed on my feet, leaning against the wall for support as my head swam with everything that had happened just this morning.

I felt so sick and confused because I knew that I loved Ren more than anything but I also wanted Zac. Even Aiden that I hated made my entire body sing with need for him.

I knew that Ren said that he wanted to be with me regardless of who I had as my mate and that he was willing to share but his best friends? Would he even be able to add Zac to the mix when we were still trying to come to terms with the fact that Aiden was my mate? How much more would he stretch himself out to accommodate me? I felt like a monster for not being satisfied, for being too greedy and wanting too much.

"Lily..."

"I like you," I admitted and he suddenly froze, his entire body tensed up as if he remained very very still, I won't take back my words. As if one wrong move would make his entire life fall to pieces.

"I like you and I like Ren and hell, a part of me might even like Aiden after all of this is over."

"Duchess-"

"And you all like me. You all want me. And I can't choose and what does that make me?"

"Come here," he said, trying to pull me into his arms but I knew that the moment he touches me, I'd beg him to finish the job and just take me against the wall.

"No, don't touch me. Please" I answered and he looked like he could hardly hold himself together as he stared at me with so much pain that made my chest hurt. But I couldn't face him. Not now.

I needed to face myself first.

I need to get out of here. I need to breathe. I need to think and come to terms with how I feel for each of them, bond or no bond. It's like I don't know myself anymore. This vapid, greedy heart of mine that wants more than it deserves.

Running out of the music room, I sprinted down the hall, my heart in my throat and just as I was about to make a sharp right, I felt Ren's presence close to me.

My rock, my light. His strong yet soft, patient presence was probably what I needed at the moment and I continued heading forward, about to call out his name but before I could even speak, someone grabbed me from behind, a strong hand covering my mouth and muffling my words as the person dragged me away and just as I was about to struggle, the stranger's scent of bergamot and whiskey registered right before his cold deadly voice followed.

"Sleep tight, princess."

And that was the last thing I heard before he knocked me unconscious.