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Snowtiger: Hey, buddy! Glad you're back :D Thanks for the compliment! Haha, I hope your phone didn't break and it's okay if you're frustrated with friends, I feel that too sometimes :P and yeah, I wish for a great love story for myself too *forever alone* :3
This chapter should be interesting and I hope you guys like it! Warning: Smut, ahoy! Listen to:
So Far Gone - Thousand Foot Krutch
And like a candle makes a brighter place, This mark you've made on me can't be erased...
I slept fitfully through the night, the images of icy blue eyes haunting my dreams.
It was in the dark that I awoke. I looked to the window and found that the sky had not lightened yet. Immediately, I got up and dressed in my hunting clothes, strapping a dagger to my boot just in case.
The castle was silent, it's occupants still asleep. I darted across the courtyard lithely, noticing that the guards at the top spire were fast asleep. I wriggled my way out through the same loose metal flap and quickly mounted on my stead.
I slowed her down to a trot so that I wouldn't wake the guards with her whine. We set off into the chilly pre-dawn air, and I wrapped my cloak tighter around myself.
When the castle was out of sight, I pushed my horse into a swift gallop, the trees overhead becoming thicker. Soon, I was in front of the inn and he was there, standing by the doors to greet me.
I got down and secured Alexandra's reins to the stable railings before walking up to him. Jack cut an imposing figure in the watery light, a small smile set on his features.
"You sent a note to my ex guard?" I questioned, warm breath rising in front of me.
"He could be trusted," Jack said as he led me into the inn. I shivered in relief when I felt the warm, dry air engulf me.
"That was still risky," I retorted and he gave me a patronizing smile.
"The things we do for lo- for each other," he amended.
We got to his bedroom and he closed the door behind me. I turned and he lunged, capturing my lips in a heated kiss.
He pushed me so that we both tumbled onto his bed. Jack helped me unclasped my cloak and started kissing my neck, grazing his teeth over my pulsing point.
"God, I hate fighting with you, Nyx," he groaned, his hands fumbling with the seam of my top.
I gasped when I felt his hands kneading my flesh. "I hate fighting with you too," I whimpered, pulling him in for another kiss.
"Then why-do you-always push me away?" he breathed between kisses.
I stopped, biting my lip. He looked at me with a hooded gaze.
"I-I" stammering, I couldn't look him in the eye. "It's because…" I trailed off.
Suddenly, I had no control over myself. One minute we were engaged in a passionate lip lock and the next, I was sobbing into his shoulder openly. It wasn't just sobbing, I was practically wailing.
Jack himself didn't know what to do, but he held me to him. His hands were rubbing my naked back in a soothing motion as I cried into his shoulder.
"It's just…the wedding and…my father agreed to it…Dmitri is a monster and, and-" I faltered before composing myself to say this. "He hates me Jack, I see it in his eyes and its killing me…he hates the very sight of me because of what happened to my mother."
I groaned, the tears streaking down my face and staining his shirt. "I killed my own mother."
Jack brought my face up to his, kissing the tears away. He shushed me, resting his forehead against mine.
"It's okay, it wasn't your fault Nyx," he assured and I just sobbed harder.
He looked up hesitantly. "North told me all about the rumors, I…I didn't think they were true but- you're not a monster Nyx," he said in a gentle tone.
"You're kind, you have a brave heart and you trusted me even when you could've turned me in," he muttered, stroking my hair. "You're not a monster," he said in a firm tone that held no argument.
Shuddering, I tried to control my sobs. He just wiped the tears away, planting a soft kiss on my lips.
It was silent for a while and I relished in his hold of me. Something that I haven't allowed myself to feel for so long bubbled onto the surface.
Love.
The realization dawned on me like a slap in the face. Jack loves me. Despite everything, he cared for me, placing me before his needs and…he has always, always been there for me.
He broke the silence with a sad sigh. "Seeing as now we're here, I might as well tell you my story too."
Jack gestured towards me. "Well, sharing is caring," he quipped and I gave him a mock glare.
He sighed, unsure how to begin. "The reason why I joined the rebellion was because…it was because of my family," he finally said. I straightened up, listening to him intently.
"When I was 15, I mixed with the wrong company, getting myself involved in petty thefts- stealing from landlords and noblemen alike," Jack started.
"At first, I didn't know why but I thought it was cool, you know, to steal food from the people who took it from us."
He steadied himself with a deep breath.
"Little did I know that those boys were retaliating in the only way they could and I was secretly labeled a traitor," his eyes had grown distant, caught in a faraway tale.
"Government officials boycotted my family, starting with my father. They took his sheep from him and gave him meager pay- the only income my family survived on for months."
"I started stealing even more then, to feed my family- starting a vicious cycle. Then, they targeted my mother and she lost her job working as a maid for a highborn woman, you know, helping them with the chores and all that," he said and took another deep breath.
"They then targeted my sister," his voice broke. The hardest part of his tale had arrived. I wrapped my hand around his.
"They took her for prostitution, said they were sending her to a special 'school'. I never realized it until I saw her pleasuring one of the officials' years later," he gave a shudder, a suppressed sob wrecking his body.
Jack looked up in anguish. "You do not know how it feels, Nyx," he said, his voice hoarse with unshed tears. "To see your darling baby sister on her knees in the vilest of ways," his tone had turned hard and he was unconsciously crushing my fist in his.
I gave a small cry and he seemed to catch himself, releasing my hand immediately and placing an apologetic kiss on it. He then buried his face in the crook of my neck and I automatically wrapped my arms around him.
We were silent for a while, both lost in our own broken thoughts. I then lifted up his head to comfort him in the only way I knew how. Placing my lips on his gently, I let myself feel his sadness, absorb all of his guilt.
He kissed me back, our sadness and brokenness merging together. Something ignited in the both of us, moved by our barriers breaking down as Jack removed the last article of my clothing and I did the same for him.
His touch was unhurried as he savored the feel of my skin on his. He ran his hand over every inch of my skin and I was starting to get impatient.
The rebel then accidently ran a hand over my bruised thigh and I hissed in pain. He stopped his ministrations at once.
"Wh-What?" I asked; my head still heavy with lust.
"What happened to your leg?" he demanded, pointing at the large bruise.
I was quickly slammed back down to reality by the anger in his voice.
"Ja-Jack, it's nothing it was-"
"Nyxonne, I know you, you're always careful when you ride," he said, shaking his head. "This isn't from hunting."
Sighing, I told decided to tell him the truth, unsure of how he would react. "Th-The Prince did this to me…I promised him my maidenhood and he gripped my thigh too hard," I said, not daring to meet his eyes. "He said not to keep him waiting for too long."
Jack fell silent and I risked a peek at him. His jaw was taut and his blue eyes were blazing.
"He. Did. What?" he asked through gritted teeth.
Jack gave me a fierce glare as he wrapped my leg around his waist. "I could kill him," he seethed.
"I could kill him for what he did," the rebel growled, entering me in one swift motion.
I gasped from the sudden intrusion but my body welcomed it too, hips moving to meet his thrusts.
"If he ever so much as touches you again," he warned, punctuating his every word with a thrust. "I will kill him, no matter what it takes."
I writhed beneath him, moaning.
Jack was relentless in his pace, putting all his anger into his movements and impaling me again and again. I knew I was going to be sore after this but I didn't care. I wanted him bad.
"He will never have your maidenhood," Jack rasped, leaning down to capture one of my nipples with his teeth. He let it drag between them and I shuddered.
"Because I had it first," he said, putting a twist into his thrusts, slamming into me from a new angle and making me cry out.
He leaned his head down, breath hot against my ear. "I saw your face when you came undone, watched your hands when they moved up my length, felt your walls clamp me," he murmured against my overheated skin.
"He will never get the privilege to do that," Jack promised, hand reaching down to roughly stroke my clit. "Never in a million years."
I gave in to the overwhelming pleasure with a wail, gripping him closer to me. Jack came with a growl and latched onto my left breast, sucking.
The feel of his tongue and lips prolonged my pleasure, making me see stars. When his release subsided, Jack let go of my teat and I was shock to see bite marks all over my breast.
"Now you'll never be his," he whispered as he detached his fingers and stroke my bruise with gentle touches. He grazed his lips against the swell and I sighed in happiness.
Jack laid down next to me, pulling my body closer to his.
"What was that?" I murmured, mind blissfully blank from my release.
Jack trailed his fingers up my spine, making me shiver. He was uncharacteristically quiet.
"I'm sorry, I kinda lost it back there when you told me you promised him your maidenhood," Jack replied. "I started seeing red and…I knew I had to make you mine."
I chuckled, settling deeper into his arms. "I'm already yours, silly."
Running my hands through his sex strewn hair, I bit my lip. "I'm sorry for your family," I said softly. He gave me a sad smile and took my hand in his, kissing my fingers.
"And I'm sorry for what happened to your mother," Jack replied. "She must've really loved you to give up her life for you."
My smile mirrored his sad one. We snuggled up against each other. I was just about to doze off when I remembered that my father planned to have lunch with the Cirrus' today. Groaning, I untangled myself from him and smoothed my hair. He gave me a wary look.
"Off again?" he asked, his eyes were forlorn.
I weighed my options and then threw the covers over us again, cuddling up closer to him. I could feel him smile against my neck.