Chapter 3 3: The Blood Pact
“Why the hell would I give you a chance after what you did–”
“I don’t care, Darling, this is my demand.”
“You will regret it, Cassian.”
“Making you mine at any cost is something I will never regret, Valoria,”
Laughing faintly at my defeat, he finally released our hands.
I immediately scrambled backwards.
An abrupt icy breeze formed goosebumps all over my legs and I suddenly realized I was in my underwear all this time!
“Cassian!”
“What? Why did you block my amazing view?”
“Shut up, Asshole! Get me a pair of trousers,”
“Whatever. Here,” Groaning, he tossed me a pair of trousers before getting to his feet.
“Wear it and come down for dinner. You were out the whole day,”
After putting on my trousers. We went down and had dinner passed in silence.
Exhaustion settled over me by the end.
But, when I finally returned to my room…
Cassian was already there.
Shirtless.
Ripped muscles, sexy abs, the fucking V-line.
“Time to seal our deal, Darling.”
“If you think I am just going to jump into your arms, you are wrong.” I muttered, trying to act tough.
“Of course not. We are not some lustful animals, Valoria.”
He twirled a delicate, jeweled golden dagger around his fingers skillfully, stopping it right under my chin.
“A blood pact,” He stated, “A promise that binds us physically and spiritually, ensuring neither of us can break this covenant.”
He closed the distance, pulling the dagger back.
“Watch closely, Valoria.”
With surgical precision, he sliced a thin, crimson line across his own forearm first, then pressed the dagger into my palm.
“Do it, or this is over.”
If I wanted strength, if I wanted to see Ethel burn, this was the price.
I quickly mirrored his action, drawing a shallow, stinging line across my own skin.
Without warning, Cassian seized my hand, pressing his bleeding forearm against mine, mixing the thick, vicious liquid.
“I, Cassian Nightshade, demand Valoria Blue to be mine. Her body, soul, and destiny,” He recited.
“From now on, she must live by my side, in return for my absolute support, power and fulfilment of her vengeance,”
My heart soared. The heat of his blood, the power of his words, sealed itself deep inside my core.
“And I, Valoria Blue,” I hesitated for a moment.
“Accept Cassian Nightshade as my keeper. I submit to his dominance in exchange for support, power and fulfilment of my vengeance,”
It burned. Horribly.
I winced, biting my cheek to subdue the pain.
The excruciating pain almost made me pull back but he roughly kept our arms locks.
“Don't move.”
Eventually, small flickers rose, healing the cut, vanishing the blood in the air.
Forming an white string around our forearms to signal the blood pact had been completed.
Cassian dropped the dagger, sick amusement returning, “Now,”
He cleared his throat, sliding his finger inside the strap of my bra to bring me closer.
“Show me your devotion, Darling, explicitly.” He demanded.
“Don’t think this means forgiveness, Cassian,” I warned, my voice tight, trying to regain control but it slipped beautifully.
“I don’t fucking care, Baby,”
One hand raked in my hair, while the other cinched my waist, pressing me against the cold wall.
His fingers dug in, claiming my hip, as if only his touch will be imprinted on my body now.
His lips descended to mine. A dominant, punishing force that accepted no resistance.
Kissing me with the arrogance of someone reclaiming his lost property, forcing my lips to part, providing him further access to deepen the kiss.
I twisted my head but disliking my disobedience, he gave my hair a sharp yank.
“Show it to me, Valoria. Show you have accepted me,” He commanded against my mouth, a dark challenge that my wolf— desperate for strength— found captivating.
Lifting me with ease, he wrapped my legs around his waist.
Grinding him against me in a slow pressure that made me moan.
Fuck, I forgot how talented he is.
No man could ever please me how he does.
“Let me show you what you missed,” he breathed against my skin.
He left a burning trail of kisses from my neck to my collarbone, simultaneously tearing my tunic.
His hand traced down to my inner thighs, pinching just enough to earn a strangled shriek.
The familiar spark of his touch. Dark and electric, utterly shattered my resolve.
“Fuck you, Cassian!”
I gave up.
“My pleasure is in your hands, and you better show me the heavens you promised, asshole!” I moaned loudly.
He chuckled temptingly, “I damn will, Baby.”
No matter how wrong- I submitted.
I obeyed the primary condition of our blood pact.
Submission.
My nails went deeper into his pumped shoulder, he smirked when my body swayed.
Reading through me, he carried us to the bed, throwing me down while removing my trouser, leaving me in my undies only.
Instinctively, I tried to close my legs shut, but his hand dominantly gripped my ankle to keep me exposed.
“Don’t,”
He buried his face down to take a long inhale of my scent to satisfy his animalistic urges.
“Mmm. Just as sweet as I remember,”
Implanting a kiss right at my sensitive part, digging his tongue deeper.
I raised my hips but smirking at my impatience, he decided to tease me and started trailing kisses upwards instead of going down.
“Cassian, don't!" I called desperately, clutching the sheets.
He granted me a momentary euphoria by sliding a finger under my panties, giving my drenched area a soft, gentle rub.
“Do you like this?” He asked, biting onto my hard nipple.
“Mhmm.. Yes, yes, I do,” I nodded hastily.
I gave my submission in the form of moaning, embracing the pleasure, pulling his wavy hair when he continued increasing the pace.
He went faster, and faster, until I was nothing but a begging mess, on the verge.
I turned my head to the side, unintentionally revealing Ethel’s healing rejection mark, the remnant of the mate-bond.
Cassian stopped.
Instead of the peak of pleasure, I received cold nothingness.
“Ca-Cassian…? Don’t–”
“His Mark.”
Before I could beg him to continue, I saw his features harden.
He was glaring at my mark.
“How unwanted.”
He forcefully intertwined our finger to signal I belonged to him, he pinned it beside my face, rolling his tongue over the mark, kissing it, nibbling on it.
“But, don’t worry, it won’t be there for long,”
Declaring, he let out a dangerous chuckle.
Taking his hand out to suck his fingers, wetting them with his saliva.
“Yeah, it’s—”
“Enough.”
Dominance struck him hard as he shifted to all fours, trapping my messy body under him perfectly.
“I am going to take back what belongs to me.”
