by Meg Xuemei X
The confession would put me in a humiliating spot, but it wouldn’t put me in danger.
But I was wrong.
When I saw a savage light in his piercing, grey eyes, ice trailed down my spine.
He wanted me dead.
The high prince was going to finish me off right here without a witness, because that was what he was: a cold-hearted murderer. All angels were.
I’d been too reckless in roaming alone in the angels’ lair. I hadn’t expected the prince or the king to lay his hand on me this soon, on the day of celebration of my formal betrothal to King Agro.
I was no match for the prince in strength and battle skills, but I could still outwit him. I would let him near me, show my vulnerability, and lead him to believe he overpowered me. I would put up a little struggle to excite the predator. He would toy with me before going for the kill.
I would let him have his fun, and the moment I saw an opening, I would slit his throat with my hidden dagger, the blade forged in his home world.
I slowly backed away from him. He lunged, faster than I could perceive, and reduced the space between us.
He slammed me against the stonewall at the border of the fireplace before I pulled out my knife. I’d never seen anyone move so fast. Without a warning, I leaned forward to bite his throat.
He pinned my hands above my head, his other hand clamping on my mouth, his hard body pressing against me. His firm, strong legs somehow had separated mine and gotten in between. His weight stopped my struggle, though I still tried.
Did he plan to violate me before ending me? The king had insisted that his brother hadn’t been interested in any sensual activities for millennia.
“Shush,” the high prince whispered in my ear, his breath a tingling sensation on my skin, despite my cold fear under it, “we have company.”
I hissed. The only unwanted company was him.
The door clinked from outside the study.
“No matter what you hear or see,” he warned in a hushed, harsh voice, “don’t make a move if you want to live. Don’t make a sound. I’ll cloak us until they leave.”
A female’s slutty laughter crept into the room. “Are we going to fuck again here, my king?”
It was the king and his mistress this time. Everyone had had to come here.
If the king discovered me, my plans would fall apart. The sight of the prince and I locked together would only make things worse. It wouldn’t matter that the king was at fault for fornicating with his harlot right under my nose.
Despite my urge to run and hide under the desk, my instinct warned me to stay in the prince’s arms. I stayed.
My heart thundered in my ears, yet I could hear his steady heartbeat. He was completely calm. He didn’t sweat. He didn’t panic. On the contrary, he was indifferent. This creature was made of cold marble.
As his mask of carelessness slipped, he sent me a look of stern warning and leaned closer, leaving no room for me to breathe hard, let alone get away.
The king and his mistress milled in the outer room.
“I’ll fetch the gift for my future queen,” the king said, “but another good fuck would be fitting for a king.”
“You’re insatiable,” the mistress purred.
“It has to be a quickie,” the king said. “No need to remove the clothes. Show me your tits.”
The heavy panting and clothes tearing were vulgar to my ears, but I was stuck here with the prince. I shut my eyes, trying to block their loud moans and the crude sound of flesh slapping against flesh. If the prince saw my face now, he’d notice that its pale color had turned beet-red.
I was tempted to storm out, confront the king, and demand he nullify our marriage contract, so I could go home. But challenging him would only quicken my demise. As my father had said, King Agro decided my fate in the angels’ city.
And I couldn’t leave Atlantis before I got what I’d come for. The inevitable war was coming.
I took a deep breath and blocked out the animalistic sound of the king and his mistress coupling. My attention shifted to the imminent threat before me—the high prince.
I didn’t know when he’d buried his face in my neck, as if he couldn’t get enough of my scent. I’d thought my natural perfume repelled him.
His breath was warm. In such close proximity his scent flooded my nostrils—pine in the winter and wine in the summer sun. He smelled just like the forest of Mysth I often rode in on a misty morning.
How could an angel smell like the twilight realm, my home?
I recalled how my body had responded to him in the court. Unlike others, this angel didn’t repulse me. Instead, he drew me in, which made me wary and resent him more.
Trapped as I was, I could do nothing but study him. It surprised me that I felt so comfortable and natural leaning against his hard chest. Unlike his usual self—his glacial face and his demeanor matching harsh weather—his body now radiated such welcoming heat that my body wanted to coil around him.
This male was one of the most deadly predators that ever roamed in the universe, yet my instinct kept telling me that his chest was the safe haven for me.
His scent must have compromised my judgment.
But he hadn’t murdered me. He’d shielded me from his brother.
However, I wouldn’t allow myself to be fooled. He could have a worse plan for me than kill me. I would play his game and not let him see mine. In the end, he wouldn’t know what hit him when it hit him hard.
Find his weakness? Provoking this cold stone, as I had tried, hadn’t gotten me far. Seducing him and sending him and the king to each other’s throats would be the joke on me. How could you stoke the heart of steel and ice and make it feel?
It would happen when the sun set in the east. When the snow fell in summer.
Prince Seth shifted his weight.
It dawned on me at some point that he’d let go of my hands instead of keeping them pinned over my head. My hands now rested on his broad shoulders as if they were the most solid, comfortable place.
He dipped his gaze to my cleavage, then seemingly unable to help himself, propelled his hips toward me while I pressed against the wall.
My lips parted. Holy Earth Mother!
What was that hard, bulging thing pricking against my belly?
A breath escaped me. My eyes went wide. He—The prince had a hard-on! He couldn’t disguise his erection when he pressed against me like this, despite his leather trench coat.
I moved too, and my front scraped his groin to test my theory, to make sure.
Without a doubt, he was aroused! Either by shoving against me, sniffing at me, or by listening to his brother’s carnal coupling.
The High Prince of Angels was a male after all.
A flesh and blood male with needs and emotions and drives could be destroyed, no matter how formidably powerful he was.
I’d just found the weakness of the High Prince of All Angels.
Chapter 19
PRINCE SETH
I’d made a mistake. I’d thrust toward her.
I should have just grasped her shoulders after I’d warned her of the king’s coming. She wouldn’t struggle. She wouldn’t protest. She wouldn’t make a sound louder than a sneaky mouse. She knew what was at stake.
I couldn’t help it when I looked at her—cheeks flushing, pink lips deliciously moist, and her scent alluring like no other.
My body wanted only one thing and it drove me toward her.
My will resisted, but when I dipped my gaze down, by accident or by device, and saw the shiver of her perky, golden breasts, I lost my mind. Then her scent became too much, and I did what any normal male would do.
I pressed hard against her.
Before I could pull back, realizing my mistake, it was already too late.
Her whiskey-colored eyes went wild, liquid, amber-colored fire swirling in them. An understanding crept into her face.
She’d found out about my hard-on. My trench coat could no longer cov
er my erection. My cock was larger and lengthier than most males, and now it was harder than a rock. The princess’s recognition of my arousal only excited it more.
I stilled and stared back at her.
She didn’t pull back. Well, she couldn’t because I’d pinned her to the wall, but she didn’t push me away. She didn’t struggle. She only tilted her head to regard me, processing her new discovery.
I waited for her next move.
When the initial shock departed her face, a vicious amusement took its place.
I ordered myself to put distance between her and me, to salvage what was left, but my body refused to move away from her. I found a solid excuse—I needed to cloak us. I mustn’t attract attention from my brother.
Since she knew, I would just take it easy and let my hardness prick against her soft flesh and enjoy the opportunity that would soon no longer be available. My mind vividly pictured lifting her up, grabbing her ass, and having her legs wrap around my waist as I fucked her.
The princess remained unmoved, docile in my arms, but her eyes, calculating and malicious, darted back and forth.
She was going to use my arousal against me, I was sure. That moment of carelessness would cost me dearly.
Her attention snapped to the outer room as Victoria moaned like a cat in a heat. The king yelled a string of obscenities in response.
Pounding and whipping.
The sound of their wings thrusting so violently made it feel like they were right beside us.
Rose’s body stiffened. I threw a hand over her mouth, in case she emitted a sound. Her hand was on my wrist in an instant, her fingernails digging in my flesh. She pulled my hand away from her face and snarled silently. I let go.
Victoria screamed.
I pulled the princess closer into my arms to protect her from the coarse sound, and she leaned her face against my neck, as if that soothed her.
Her soft, curly hair was under my chin, her scent directly under my nostrils.
I inhaled and gasped.
My cock throbbed and ached. I wanted to thrust inside this female this very moment, despite being actually disgusted by my brother and his mistress’s copulation.
“I wonder if your new queen will enjoy this as much as I do when you finally fuck her and whip her,” Victoria panted between her screams of pleasure.
The general was a junkie—she was addicted to pain.
“I’ll do more than fucking and whipping to her,” Agro said.
The princess shivered against my chest.
I wrapped her tighter. This wasn’t like me, comforting a female, but my primal instinct had slipped out. I needed to shield her. Fury also burned in me.
Angels were notoriously territorial over what we considered ours, but the Princess of Mysth wasn’t mine. She hadn’t been mine to begin with and could never be mine. Why had I become so aggravated at the idea of Agro laying his hand on her?
The princess stopped shuddering. I could feel anger rolling off from her taut muscles, yet she contained it. I approved of her self-control.
“What will you do to your bride then?” Victoria asked.
“You’ll see,” Agro said, “I’ll arrange for you to watch on my wedding night.”
Orgies and sadistic sex was a regular for Agro.
In the past, some females who were sent to the king’s bedroom had never resurfaced.
Rose, as exquisite as she was, wouldn’t survive the king’s rough treatment.
If Agro walked into the inner room right now while I was here and tried to claim this girl, I’d impale him with my blade.
“I don’t want to just watch,” Victoria purred. “Let me join. I can train your new bride and teach her a thing or two. She looks like a fragile thing, inexperienced and ignorant in our games.”
“She does look vulnerable,” the king agreed, “in comparison to angels. But I heard any Mysthian female is adaptive in bed and can turn to a wild tigress. We’ll see soon. Maybe my new queen can teach you a trick or two.”
The mistress snarled, and the king chortled.
“Whatever you do, Your Majesty,” Victoria moaned as their fucking picked up speed, “don’t break her too soon. I’ll pout if there’ll be no fun left for me.”
Whipping, moaning, screaming, and wings struggling all came together, and the king yelled in climax.
The charming pair sighed loudly in satisfaction and put their clothes back in place.
A minute later, Agro marched toward the inner room. Rose’s body tensed like a cornered feline, ready to strike before a hiss.
“Don’t move,” I mouthed, my lips brushing the edge of her pointed ear.
Her fingernails dug into my arms.
Any touch from her felt delicious, even the pain.
I turned my head to watch the king.
“May I see the gift for the little princess?” Victoria followed and frowned. “Has someone been here before?”
“Other than me, only my brother can get in.” The king shrugged. “The impotent fucker wouldn’t be interested in a chastity belt.”
“A chastity belt?” Victoria asked, her eyes sparkling.
The king pulled the drawer open and snatched out a box. “Made in gold.”
“And that is the gift you’ll present to the Princess of Mysth tonight in the court?” Victoria asked in glee.
The king gave his mistress a thoughtful look. “You don’t think that’s proper?”
“It’s an absolutely wonderful gift, suitable for the Mysthian princess, Your Majesty,” Victoria said. “The court will praise your brilliance for months and many nobles will follow the practice.”
“Stop lying and manipulating me, bitch,” the king said. “You’re jealous of Princess Rose and want to ruin our union at every turn.”
“Your happiness is most important to me, Your Majesty,” Victoria whined.
“I should return to the court,” Agro said. “I have a public image to maintain, and I don’t want my little queen to sit in a corner in tears.” He strolled out of the inner study, tucking the box with the gold chastity belt between his side and elbow.
He had glanced in my direction once with a blank look. If he could see us, he’d see me pinning his bride and her looking at him with open hatred.
The king and his mistress retreated. The door closed behind them.
The princess let out a breath of relief, and her breath trickled along the base of my throat. I stifled a groan of pleasure. If such a light touch, such a breath could give me an electric high, what would happen if I thrust inside her?
I begged my cock not to grow harder at the mere thought.
It did, very unfortunately.
The princess, who a moment ago had melted into me, snapped out of her daze and sidestepped.
I wasn’t happy with the sudden space between us, but I couldn’t hold her against the wall forever. I raised an eyebrow, patiently waiting for her to express her gratitude for my protection.
She raised her hand to slap me, faster than a flash, but I caught it.
“That’s how you thank me?” I asked incredulously before releasing her.
“Thank you?” she asked. “After you showed me such disrespect by sticking your hardness against me?”
I stared down at her. “Like I had a choice?”
“You sick bastard! How could you even get aroused from their fornication?”
I frowned at the accusation, then a realization dawned on me. She despised angels to no boundaries, but did she think I was better than any of them on her subconscious level?
“I didn’t get a hard on from that,” I gritted. “Who do you think I am?” I didn’t owe her an explanation. I wasn’t accustomed to explaining myself, not even to my lord father, but her attributing my erection to my brother’s sexual intercourse with his mistress was the worst insult.
Over her still outraged look, I informed her through my clenched teeth, “I’ve had this erection since you first came to Atlantis. That’s why I went to sniff
you to make sure it was you. You’re the first female who has awakened me from my sexual hibernation.”
“What? Why?” she asked, then she cried, “I don’t want to awaken you! Please go back to your sexu—your hibernation.”
“If only I could counter your spell.” I glared at her. “You think I want this? To have my cock springing hard as long as you’re around and whenever you’re around? It’s not like I can ever get a relief from you!”
Her lips parted, but she was lost for words. I believed no male from her race had dared talk to her so bluntly and crudely. She blushed deeply.
It was surprising and endearing to know that the Princess of Mysth was shy. No angel female was ever shy. The pink flying to her soft cheeks made her so appealing that the alpha male in me roared in response.
My cock swayed inside my trousers, wanting to pound between her thighs. Would it always be like this at her presence? Would I ever get a break?
The princess became more indignant, probably hating her own blushing.
“Of course you won’t get anything out of me!” she said. “To avoid further embarrassing me, you must stay away from me from now on.”
“Out of the question,” I said. “I won’t keep my distance. You’re my charge.”
“Then you need to find another female with whom to blow off steam before you ever come near me again.”
I laughed drily and viciously. “Unfortunately for us both, that is not an option: my cock wants only you. Haven’t you instructed your maids to flaunt their breasts in front of me to stall me? They failed!”
She stared harder at me. Suddenly aware of her body, she crossed her arms before her chest to cover more skin, which only brought my gaze back to her breasts.
They looked beyond enticing.
What did her nipples taste like? I could only know by suckling them.
I licked my lips.
She snapped her fingers before my face, which was very un-princess-like, to draw my attention back above her neck.
“How hard can it be?” she said. “Just remember what turned you off and sent you to your hibernation millennia ago, and you copy and repeat the process until it gets done.”
