Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

Chapter 128 Blood promises

Doris felt as if her body didn’t belong to her anymore. She leaned into his touch when she should have shoved him away from her. She didn’t belong to anyone, she never would. So why couldn’t she say that to him? Her heart betrayed her, but she didn’t have the mind to be mad about it.

“Answer me.” He demanded. Doris nodded her head slowly and he seemed satisfied enough with her answer. His eyes trailed over her lips for a long moment, she swore he was about to kiss her right there in the falling snow. But he released her chin and started walking back to the camp.

“Wait.” Doris hurried after him and gripped his sleeve. He looked down at her with raised brows. “You think you can claim me like an object and not even kiss me?” 2

She didn’t give him a chance to respond. She gripped his shirt and forced him down to her, kissing him as hard as she could. He was tense under her hold, as if he was surprised at her for ever daring such a thing. It soon faded away.

William’s hands gripped her hips and pressed her against him. He quickly took control of the kiss that she thought she had the upper hand on for once. She was foolish to think that when it came to William. 1

He turned them over and slammed her back against a nearby rock. Doris groaned when his tongue slid between her lips. Her back pressed into the cold stone, he moved her up a little and wrapped her legs around his waist so he could have better access at kissing her.

She felt ridiculous for ever rolling her eyes at characters in books that melted from just one kiss, but she now knew what that felt like. Her insides were ready to turn to mush as his hands slid up her back. She tangled her fingers in his hair and arched her chest against him.

Doris couldn’t feel the cold. He heated her up like lighting a fire inside her. It would never be enough for her. A single kiss left her desperate for more. Her mind wanted him to lay her down and kiss every inch of her skin until she turned red.

She took his bottom lip between her teeth and bit down. William groaned and thrusted his hips up into her, she almost moaned loud enough to send the birds flying from trees.

“If I’m yours, then you’re mine.” Doris whispered against his mouth. He gripped the back of her head and kissed her roughly. She didn’t think it was possible to get addicted to the taste of someone’s lips, but she would never recover now that she knew what he tasted like. 4

“Am I interrupting something?”

the sound of Enzo’s voice. He looked utterly amused to have caught them out in the cold. If she

He gently put Doris down and she found it was quite hard to detach

that later, but you have to come with me to prepare for the blood promise.” The amusement left his face altogether,

down at Doris before he nodded and followed Enzo back to the camp without a goodbye. Doris quickly looked around for any sort of rock to throw at his head, but sadly

to the deal. She’d never witnessed something as serious as a blood promise, but it clearly was enough to set each of them off into their

herself some food before she hurried back to her own room. Even in their distracted minds, they still stared at her as if she was an enemy. She didn’t want to

back at some point before dawn, but he hadn’t once showed. The hours ticked on and Doris had dozed off several times before she couldn’t take it any longer. She had to see him before

She peeked her head out, but no one was in the main courtyard. Not that she blamed them, it was an ungodly hour and she hated the smell of morning

listen for any sounds of life, but all she heard was wind that started to pick up. Every direction she tumed was complete darkness. She wandered around the camp grounds and leaned by each

—and the occasional snore.

until she reached the edge of town when she saw the glowing light down the path. A large fire surrounded by dozens of cloaked figures, Doris moved closer to the trees and tried to get as close as she could without being seen. It was ridiculous that she wasn’t invited to come. It bubbled a new rage

mood shifts amusing.

sight. Hopefully William didn’t scent her with all of these other people around.

but at least he wasn’t trying to

it near the fire to light. He held out his hand and William stepped up with a knife and sliced it neatly across his palm. Doris

wound. Silence surrounded them as well as a weird energy even Doris could feel. It made her skin prickled and left

do you swear to stay true to your word about the rogues? Do you promise to keep their lives in