Rapture by L.V. Lane
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Jacob
PAIN.
It consumes my every waking moment and chases me into the oblivion of troubled dreams.
It is a specter resting upon my shoulder, whispering in my ear.
“Tell us,” the specter encourages.
Yet I cannot talk.
I can only endure.
Days come and go, and pain is my only companion through it all.
Deep inside, the place where burgeoning love once grew withers and turns to ash.
Imprinting, they call it, when an Alpha and Omega begin the bonding process that tethers them together for the remainder of their life in ways stronger than even the Meld.
I think of her often, the sweet fairy with the red-gold hair.
I see her nestled upon my lap, nose to my chest as she greedily sucks in my scent.
I taste her skin as we love one another in the midst of a thunderstorm.
I feel her kisses, urgent as they are peppered over my face and throat.
I smell the sweet scent of her slick as it gathers for only me.
And I see her face twisted in rapture as I fill her with my cock and knot.
Lastly, her face staring down upon me, empty of all emotion as the portal guards scream at her to give me blood.
No blood passed my lips.
At least not then. My tormentors gave me some subsequently, but it is only done to prolong my life so that the specters might subject me to more pain.
“Tell us,” the voices encourage. “She is not your mate. She is not your Blood. She is never for you. Tell us, and the pain will go away.”
I don’t believe them on any counts.
They reward my resistance with endless layers of more pain.
“Break. Break. Break.”
The words chip away at me, weaving in and out of eternal suffering.
“Break. Break. Break.”
I don’t want to break.
I want to die before I want to break.
But I am a warrior, a young one of only twenty-three years. The specters stand outside of all other ranks, for they are the Chosen, the ones able to hold and wield power, when all others can do only one.
“Break. Break. Break.”
I resist.
Death would be welcome, but they are skilled, and death does not come.
“Break. Break. Break.”
I fight it with my mind and body. I fight it with my heart and soul.
“Break. Break. Break.”
But finally, I can fight no more.
Untether.
I break.
