May Death Do Us Part

36 Chapter 36 : Fangs

Jonathan and Alexander Morrell were both tall, fair skinned handsome young knights. Both had tasseled dark brown hair and very muscular physiques, people could barely tell them apart, the only difference between them was that Jonathan had deep brown eyes like his father, while Alexander had blue eyes like his mother.

The two young knights were having a swig of ale each at the bar, surrounded by hordes of beautiful girls as usual when one of the girls rushed towards them with a parchment in hand.

“Alex, Jon,” the girl was panting heavily, she looked like she had ran all the way to the bar, “A letter came for you, it’s from your brother William and it seems important.”

The twins glanced at each other and both reached for the letter. Their eyes trailed over its contents carefully before they both abruptly stood up.

“Ella is in trouble!” The twins spoke on unison.

The two men nodded at each other, gulped down their ale and strapped their swords onto their waists, as if they were two halves of one whole, their movements and expression were as synchronized as two mirror images. The whole scene made the females in the bar swoon and giggle, it was no surprise that the two men were the target of a lot of females in Dale given how handsome they were. It was also a bonus that there was two of them, it was like stumbling upon a gold coin and then realizing that there was another one stuck to it.

Both the males walked passed the girl who had brought the parchment, stroking her chin gently and giving her a thankful flirtatious wink before exiting the bar. In as much as Jonathan and Alexander were playboys, they were very overprotective elder brothers to Ella, and they’d be damned before they let some scumbag prince play with their baby sister’s heart.

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Ella lightly winced when the warm cloth made contact with the tender skin on her neck.

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“I’m so sorry my lady,” Maria apologized to her, “I don’t mean to hurt you, but we have to keep the bruise moistened with the ointment so you don’t get a scar.”

“It’s alright Maria,” Ella responded, “it’s just a little sore that’s all, please continue.”

The maid nodded and dipped the cloth into the ointment before proceeding to dab Ella’s neck.

“Mmh it actually doesn’t hurt as much now,” Ella spoke.

When Maria removed the cloth from Ella’s neck, her eyes went round in shock. Wasn’t there a nasty bruise along her neckline just seconds ago? The maid’s eyes were moving swiftly between Ella’s neck, the cloth and the ointment bottle. How on earth had the wound healed so fast?

“M-my lady...?”

Ella looked up at Maria, “what’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“My lady the bruise,” Maria stammered, “it’s gone!”

Ella turned to look at her neck in the mirror, Maria was right, the nasty bruise that had been encircling her neck just moments ago was completely gone. The blue eyed woman trailed her fingers along her neck wide eyed.
“Maria..” Ella turned to the woman who was as shocked as her, “what did you do?! What ointment is that?!”

Maria looked at the bottle in her hand and tossed to the floor, gods forbid she be accused of witchcraft. She had a sick mother to take care of and couldn’t afford to be labeled a witch, “my lady I didn’t do anything! The bruise just vanished on its own.”

Before Ella could speak, Nathan knocked lightly on the door before walking in. “What’s all the commotion?” The prince asked, his eyes switching glances between the two women, “Maria, have you done something to Ella?”

The maid’s face went white, if Ella told prince Nathaniel what had just happened, it was all over for her. She would be accused of using magic to heal Ella when she too had no idea what had just happened.

Long ago, stories foretold that the use of magic and spells was very common because of the vast races that existed on the earth. There were five major races that roamed the earth once upon a time, the Dwarves, the Elves, the Lycans, the Nosferatu and the Humans. During the age of these five races, magic was widely used in everyday lives especially among the Elves and Nosferatu who excelled in spells and necromancy. But over the millennia, the other races died out, leaving only the humans whose magic was only wielded by select individuals, wizards and witches.

Some witches and wizards, especially herbomancers were considered good and often aided kings to rule kingdoms, but the rest were considered evil and dangerous. Any human who would be suspected of possessing magic was killed without question, usually by beheading or by burning them alive.

Maria shivered violently, awaiting what lady Ella would say to the prince.

“Oh clumsy Maria dropped some ointment on my dress,” Ella lied, Maria was a good person, she didn’t want to see her killed for something so trivial.

“I always say it’s so hard to get good help these days,” Nathan responded as he inched closer to Ella.


Maria breathed a sigh of relief and curtsied to the redhead, “I’m sorry my lady, let me help you change into some fresh clothes.”

“No need,” Nathaniel spoke, “I’ll help her change, you should go rest Maria you look as pale as a ghost. Maybe you’re not well and that’s why you’re so clumsy today.”

Maria nodded and curtsied once again before practically running out of the room and closing the door behind her.

“I hope it won’t leave a stain,” Nathan spoke as he made his way to Ella’s back and started untying the ribbons that secured her dress.

“I hope so,” She spoke in a whisper.

Every time Nathan lay a hand on her, her body would malfunction. Her face would redden, her heart would be threatening to leap out of her chest, and her legs felt like all the bones had been removed from them, even her own voice shied away from the handsome man.

Nathan completely loosened all the ribbons and gently pulled Ella’s dress down her shoulders, her back and let it drop to her ankles. The blue eyed woman could feel Nathan’s heavy breaths hitting her back and his eyes burrowing through the lacy material of her petite chemise.

When Nathan’s hands touched her shoulders to turn her towards him, her lungs decided to betray her and push all the air out, leaving her feeling weak and light headed.

Nathan flashed his perfect white teeth in a smile when he saw how red Ella’s face was. He leaned towards her ear and whispered horsily “are you still shy Mrs Aldos?”

Ella pursed her lips and shook her head.

“Then why are you avoiding my gaze?” Nathan spoke, Ella could clearly hear the taunt in his voice and it was making her heart pound, “I know I’m not so good to look at my wife, but it’s rude not to look me in the eye when we speak.”

Not good to look at?! Nathaniel Aldos was in fact too good to look at, and that’s precisely why Ella didn’t want to turn to him. This man was a walking temptation and yet, there was something about him that just drew Ella in. She looked up at him and immediately stiffened at the sight.

Nathan’s shirt was slightly unbuttoned and he was biting down on his lower lip, burrowing his eyes into Ella’s. God lord this man was beautiful!

The prince wrapped his arm around Ella’s waist and pulled her into his embrace, his other hand gently grazing her cheek.

*Am I allowed to kiss you?*

Ella trembled when Nathaniel’s voice echoed in her mind, did he intentionally do that so he could continue biting down on his lip all sexy like?

The blue eyed woman took a deep breath and placed her hands on Nathan’s shoulders, this man was going to be her husband in a few days, there was no use being embarrassed around him.

[Kiss me Nathan]

Nathan didn’t realize that he had licked his lips when he heard those words echo in his mind. This woman had no idea what she had just done.

The prince firmly cupped the back of Ella’s head and pulled her onto his lips, kissing her passionately and hungrily. His desire for her was only further heightened by how she responded to the kiss, with an equal amount of vigor.

Nathan groaned when Ella parted her lips, allowing his tongue to access the sweet interior of her mouth. He tangled his tongue with Ella’s, earning a soft moan from her, and that was it for Nathan, he could not control his hunger for her anymore, any more waiting and he was sure he would pop like an overinflated ballon.

The silver haired prince grabbed Ella’s thighs and hoisted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. He carried her to the bed, his mouth still devouring hers and gently lay her down.

Prince Nathan broke the kiss and dug his fingers into the bed, Ella wasn’t sure if it was the heat of the moment but she could have sworn he heard Nathan growl.

“Ella,” Nathan spoke in strained breaths, “why are you doing this to me?”

Nathan’s nails were burrowing holes into the mattress at this point and Ella could feel his body temperature rising to unnatural levels.

“You make me want you so bad, and yet you don’t give me permission to touch you.”

Ella looked up at Nathaniel and saw his now glowing yellow eyes and gasped, his hair was now scruffy and almost standing on end. Was this what primal sexual desire looked like? Ella had to admit, it was a little scary.

She wrapped her arms around Nathan’s neck and planted a soft quick kiss on his lips. “I’m your wife Nathan,” Ella spoke gently, “you don’t need permission to touch me.”

Nathan’s breathing became even heavier than it was before, turning into soft muffled growls. Ella heard the ripping of the mattress beneath her as the man’s grip on it tightened.

“Does that mean... I .. I can touch you?”

When Ella mouthed the word ‘yes’, Nathaniel flashed his perfect teeth in a wide seductive grin, only this time, Ella caught site of what looked like fangs on both the upper and lower rows of his mouth.

The man grabbed the hem of Ella’s chemise and ripped it apart from top to bottom into two with his bare hands, the woman squealed in response. Nathan then moved his face down from her neck, to her breasts, her stomach, all the way to between her legs and back up again, taking subtle whiffs of her. Was he sniffing her??

“Don’t worry Ella, I will be extra gentle with you,” the prince growled.