Seven Devils And A Rose - Chapter 94

Caleb used Silent Move, and in an instant, he reached me first. He flicked his hand, and I was flying across space and time along with him. Behind me, I heard Felix roar, chasing right after us.

During this Silent Move technique, I felt like I was flicking in and out of the darkness, and then suddenly, I found myself in the woods, floating in the air like an angel in a white nightgown.

I looked around, lost and confused, wondering where I was. I noted that around me were tall trees, and a few feet away was a stream, with fresh spring water glistening under the moon and aurora light. Along the edge of the stream was mossy grass, as well as countless gemstones, all in different shades and colors that I had never seen before. Under the starry night, the gemstones glowed beautifully, glistening here and there, giving off such an exotic scene that it took my breath away.

Of course, I’d be able to enjoy the sight even more if I hadn’t happened to be trapped in Caleb’s bubble of dark qi, along with the berserk man controlling me.

As if on cue, the dark lord appeared, walking arrogantly and, need I say, so gracefully and sėxily toward me.

I swallowed hard because the sight of him looking so damned sinful made my tummy flutter excitedly.

Damn, Alfie. This was not the time to think how hot Caleb was.

I licked my lips and said, “Caleb? Isn’t it about time to undo this thing on me?” I pointed to the dark qi enveloping the white sage barrier protecting me.

Miraculously, he listened to me and snapped his fingers. Instantly, the dark qi withdrew, and I was released, dropping to the ground gently.

“Thank you,” I said. My bȧrė feet felt cold on the mossy grass beneath me.

Caleb held out his hand as if inviting me to him. He said softly and gently, “Come here, sweetheart.”

The way he called out to me, in that deep tone of his, made my heart melt. However, I wasn’t so fooled by such an action. I said, “Do you know who I am, Caleb?”

The man smiled. “Of course, sweetheart. Now come here, please.”

I frowned. “You don’t even know me or my name, do you?”

He chuckled. “Alfie, don’t be so haughty. Come here into my arms, sweetheart.”

The moment he said my name, I felt all warm inside and rather pleased. So he did know who I was. Perhaps he wasn’t so much in his berserker mode after all.

Without thinking, I walked toward him.

The moment my hand exited the white sage barrier and touched Caleb’s, the shield broke and dissolved around me, and I knew that I shouldn’t have done that.

Shit!

Caleb grinned devilishly, and he pulled me into his arms now that I was no longer protected.

In a whirl, I found myself on the ground, the mossy grass damp and cold underneath me and Caleb on top of me, his body hot and hard against me.

He touched my face, his hands gently stroking my skin while he looked at me as if he had never seen the likes of me before. Once he was satisfied with marveling at my face, he shifted his attention lower as his hand, too, moved there.

With Caleb acting this strange, I should be feeling quite freaked out. Oddly enough, however, I wasn’t.

As his eyes feasted on me, his fingers were gently touching my brėȧst while his thumb stroked my nɨppŀė. In response, my body turned hot and my nɨppŀės became very aroused.

I squirmed under his touch as he asked softly, “Where have you been all my life?”

In a daze, I gazed up at him, at those dark eyes that implied he would like to devour me and do some very sėxy stuff to me right now.

Of course, I wanted to tell him that I’d been away, living in another world called Earth. That was where I had been all his life. Then again, I couldn’t quite manage that because he suddenly pressed his lips against mine, hot, wild, and passionate.

I ġrȯȧnėd softly under his ardent kiss, my body melting against his. When he urged my lips to part for him, I eagerly obliged, and his tongue plunged right into my mouth.

My body quivered in pŀėȧsurė as his tongue stroked mine. One of his hot hands was eagerly fondling my brėȧst, his finger and thumb pinching at my nɨppŀė, teasing me so mercilessly that my insides burned hot with need.

Oh God! I had no idea why I was feeling this way, this turned on, this ready to be ravished by Caleb.

My body was writhing, wanting more of his touches and his kisses. Wanting more of him. So much more that it scared me.

Good Lord, was I going berserk, too? But I had pure qi, so surely I wouldn’t go berserk. And become mindless with ŀust.

When Caleb finally moved back, he said, “You’re mine. All mine.”

I’m all yours, I wanted to say but found that I didn’t have the strength to utter even one word.

Caleb gently guided my head to the side then, exposing my slender neck. Then he leaned in closer, and I felt the hotness of his breath against my skin, which was indeed enticing.

I felt quite dazed and weak, waiting in anticipation as he proceeded to open his mouth, fangs out and ready.

I wanted him to bite me. God, I had no idea why I wanted him to insert those sharp fangs of his into my skin. I wanted him to devour me like a vampire did his prey.

He was about to bite into my skin, as I weirdly enough dėsɨrėd, when a roar came our way, which was followed by a gust of dark qi.

Behind Caleb, I sighted the shadow of Felix emerging from the darkness. Within the blink of an eye, he was hauling Caleb back with his qi, lifting the man off me.

I watched, awestruck, as Felix thrust Caleb across the distance, where Caleb’s body collided against the trees, smashing them into pieces.

From where I was, sitting half nȧkėd with my nightgown torn, I saw the two striking at each other with their swords again and again. Their moves were fast, and even with the military lenses’ zooming function, all I could see was the glinting of swords and shadows of their bodies swiftly changing from one position to another. One second, they were here. The next, they were there, up in the air. Then they landed against the trees and were back at each other, striking blow after blow after blow, so many that they seemed to be countless.

As they fought, the trees and bushes around them were obliterated, soot and smoke rising all around the place, while the men’s dark qi burst and exploded with each blow they delivered.

Gaze glued to the two lords battling it out, I hastily managed to rearrange my torn gown and partially cover my front. I took the sleeves off my arms and instead wrapped them over my shoulders and tied the ends at the back of my neck.

Now decently covered, I started running bȧrėfoot across the distance, my mind racing as to how I could help stop these two from killing each other.

What can I do to stop them from drowning in their berserker mode?

Heaving and breathless, I thought that being in a berserker mode was akin to being mentally unsound, right? When you weren’t yourself. When your mind wasn’t clear, as if you were stuck in the darkness.

Then it hit me.

Darkness. Light.