Fallen Angel: A Post-Apocalyptic Paranormal Romance (The Wickedest Witch Book 3)
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She wore no mask but a white gown.
“You found me, Seth,” she whispered in delight.
“Of course,” I snorted. “Why should it be a surprise?”
“I thought you’d appreciate my generous gesture,” she said. “I was offering you the best females who know every trick in bed. And you can have all of us. Isn’t that every male’s fantasy?”
“Been there, done that. The fantasy sucked.” I barked a dark laugh. “And I’m not every male. My deal is with you. You can’t just shift the package at the last minute!”
She rolled her eyes. “I remember that you said you wouldn’t hold me to my part of the bargain anymore. You gave up your rights to claim me. You said I was free.”
“I said all those things and meant them,” I said. “But then you had to come back to seek me out and toy with me more, as if my past torture wasn’t enough. And then you decided to dump me to your courtiers as if I meant nothing to you. One does not taunt me like that—” I swallowed the rest “—still got to live to see the light.”
“I wasn’t teasing or taunting you, Seth,” she said. “As I said, I was offering you the fantasy every male dreamed of. You can have me. You can have us all.”
My wing swept toward a courtier and brought her to our circle. “You want me to fuck her before you?” I cupped the female’s breast, my eyes never leaving Rose. I wanted to see her reaction. “You want me to fuck all of them?”
A dark light flashed by her eyes before she put on an emotionless mask. How I wanted to tear her mask off and grind it to dust with my bare hands.
“As you wish,” she said, her arms loosening from my neck. She stepped back to put distance between us.
“When did you start to care what I want?” I asked, letting go of the female courtier. I didn’t even pay attention to which one I’d grabbed.
Rose placed her hands on her enticing hips. “Are we going to stand here and quarrel for the rest of the day? Decide, Prince. I have better things to do.”
“Fine,” I said with anger. “I’ll fuck every one of them except you!”
I was beyond fury that she would share me. Then I squinted in puzzlement. I had never had an exclusive sexual relationship with any female before. Why was I so upset that the princess didn’t want exclusiveness? If any angel heard about this, they would laugh to tears, supposing they could believe it.
“Fine!” the princess said. “Enjoy yourself.”
She turned to leave, but I lunged, grabbing her shoulders, and my wings formed walls around us again. “You’re not going anywhere, Princess!” I said. “I’m not done with you.”
The courtiers closed in on us, ready to defend their princess; some of them produced daggers that could cut into an angel’s flesh. I could kill them all with one strike. They knew that, yet it didn’t stop them.
Those seductresses had shifted to warriors, no longer soft and sexy. Menace and hatred rolled off them. The days with my brother had taken a toll on them. Rose sensed that too.
“I’ll be fine,” she called. “The High Prince won’t hurt me.” She turned to me. “Are you going to force me, Seth?”
“You still ask me that after all this time with me?” I asked.
“Then let me go,” she said.
I withdrew my hands and wings. I had never felt so deflated and defeated in my long existence. The universe really hated me. “Go as you desire.” I sighed. “Send the word when you’re ready and I’ll deliver you to safety. The wedding is in three days, so you’d better decide tonight.”
Instead of walking away, the fey princess stepped toward me and pressed her palm against my face. “Seth, you’re too frustrated to think straight. You misunderstood my intention. I wouldn’t taunt you after you put your own future in jeopardy to save me.” She swallowed. “I thought this is what you wanted. You have a reputation. You once had over a hundred females in one night. You broke the record of all males.”
I had been drunk with the strongest angel brew that night, for I had long since lost a sense of myself and all dreams and visions. I had fucked non-stop to rip out that unbearable cold abyss inside me. I’d known then that soon I would turn to unfeeling, so I’d fucked every female and everything that moved in the room to feel something. That night I had turned into the living dead when I’d been inside the females.
After that night, I hadn’t been able to feel anything, not even the ripple of time, until Rose came to my life.
“That was before I met you,” I said. “I’m now even more doomed than I’d ever been. You just broadcasted my secret that I can only have a hard-on for you, but you’ll never let me have you. I’m cursed through and through. This unbridled lust boils in me like poison and it will never leave my veins.”
Rose winced, and I noticed that my hands on her arms had tightened to an iron grip. I at once released her. “Sorry, Rose. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’ll never hurt you. But I don’t want to share you, and I hate it when you don’t care and want to throw me away like I’m yesterday’s meat.”
“Such temper,” Rose said.
The courtiers watched quietly. I’d shown my weakness and vulnerability in front of them all. Look what Rose could make me do.
“Is it so wrong that I want only you?” I asked quietly.
“No, Seth,” she said, brushing her thumb over my mouth.
The pleasure from her tender touch expelled some of my dark anger and angst.
It pained me that I still wanted her so much. I still wanted her more than anything in the whole universe.
Rose tilted her chin toward her courtiers. They bowed and filed out of the room.
No one spared me a second look, but one of them closed the door behind them.
Her hand laced in my hair, and Rose pressed her lips against mine. As I demanded she open her mouth, she obliged and let her tongue dance with mine.
“No more games?” I rasped against her lips.
“A favor then?”
“Please, no more fancy ideas.”
I wanted her. I needed her. I had to have her now, or I would go supernova.
I moved her gown up to her waist, and she wrapped a leg around my thigh.
Her pink, plump petals parted for me.
I exhaled.
Wasting no time, I held the crown of my hard cock, placed it against her entrance, and shoved into her tight sheath.
Finally!
She gasped. Her eyes widened.
Mine! My primal male instinct roared as I drove home with my first thrust.
Mine!
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