ANGEL'S FORBIDDEN LUST: An Alpha Alien Sci-fi Romance & Fey Paranormal Series (THE EMPRESS OF MYSTH Book 1)

by Meg Xuemei X

  “That is the lousiest advice anyone has ever offered me.” I laughed coldly. “You did something to me. I’m still trying to figure out how to counter it.” A realization hit me. “It could be the soap you use. So I strongly suggest you never to use it again if you don’t want to see me erect.”

  She blushed again. “My soap? That’s why you asked me earlier what kind of soap I use?”

  “That was my intention,” I said. “Just restrain yourself from using it. Get another brand.”

  “Fine, I’ll change to a different brand and will use scentless soap from now on, Your Highness. But for your information, my ladies-in-waiting use the same soap.”

  “So it’s not the soap?” I asked in dismay, then narrowed my eyes on her in suspicion. “You need to come clean for both our sakes. You didn’t put a malevolent spell on me?”

  “If I knew how to cast a malevolent spell, your kind would have all fled from my planet,” she said, not bothering to disguise her hatred for my race. “And I thought you were the one who cursed me since I—” She stopped.

  “If I knew how to cast a spell,” I growled, “I’d have done a counter-spell ready for yours when I first saw you.” Then what she’d said cracked open a space and let the light leak in.

  Was this unnatural attraction mutual? She did react differently toward me than toward other angels. With others, even with my brother, she was all disguise. With me, though she was all teeth and claws, she was straight and raw.

  “Wait, you thought I put the spell on you?” I asked. “What do you mean by that?”

  “It means you’ll stay away from me.” She stared at me with one last indignant look. “Now I need to get back to my own engagement party. The king must have returned after his afternoon snack.”

  My mouth almost twitched to a smirk. “I’ll escort you back,” I said, “and I’d like to remind you that I protected you today. I cloaked you. I helped you avoid a situation.”

  “You want me to feel obliged to you for doing your job?”

  “My job?” I wasn’t pleased at her ungratefulness.

  “Isn’t it your job, as the head of my security, to safeguard me?”

  “You think it’s also my job to cover up for your unlawful entry into the king’s study? If he saw you, your future freedom would be confiscated. I’d have to lock you in your chamber until the wedding day. Then you’d have no room to scheme anything else in your busy little head.”

  “Scheme?” She narrowed her eyes. “I was merely exploring!”

  “Tell that to the king or his mistress.”

  “Then why didn’t you drag me to them?” she said. “Why did you cloak me and become my conspirator?”

  The fiercer she was, the more turned on I was. I believed that her temper only fanned her scent thicker in the air.

  “I have my own interests,” I said, “apart from my brother’s.”

  Fire of dark amber lit in her eyes before it thinned. “If you plan to blackmail me, it won’t work,” she said. “We Mysthians aren’t like the weaklings that you’ve conquered.”

  “Why would I want to blackmail you?” I asked. “I’ve never taken a female without her eager invitation. So slow your heart. You have no need to fear me.”

  “I don’t fear you,” she said. “I don’t fear any of you.”

  “I fear you.” I grinned. “How’s that?”

  Under my ruthless and careless façade, I was actually frustrated. Instead of getting to the bottom of her games, I’d exposed my disadvantage.

  “Will this be our secret?” I asked as casually as I could.

  She cocked her head to regard me and intentionally prolonged the silence.

  “By the way,” I added with a touch of threat, “your hidden dagger might cut a lesser angel, but is useless against me.”

  She only smiled viciously. “Sure, and your secret is safe with me, High Prince.” She slid out of the king’s study like a lithe, lethal feline. “For now,” she added.

  Chapter 20

  PRINCESS ROSE

  When Souline helped me undress for bed, my heart still beat too fast.

  I’d almost been caught by King Agro while he’d had sex with his mistress right in the next room. I’d almost been molested by the High Prince of Angels. Well, maybe that was a bit overstating the matter. The prince hadn’t really violated me.

  But if he hoped for an eager invitation from me, he could wait forever in hell.

  It was unimaginable that I’d aroused him from his millennia of sexual apathy. It was even more unthinkable that my body responded eagerly to my sworn enemy as it had never reacted to anyone else before.

  “Why is your face still flushing, Princess?” Souline asked with concern.

  “Probably from the bath,” I said, wondering why I couldn’t bring myself to tell her what I’d discovered about the angel prince. Was it too intimate and embarrassing for me to even confide in my closest companion?

  My thoughts drifted back to the angel, to the way he’d stalked toward me in the study, wings concealed and long legs powerful. His every muscle, line, and movement exhibited breathtaking, lethal beauty.

  He’d buried his face in my hair, inhaling my scent greedily while his brother had been banging his bitch several yards away.

  When he’d realized that I’d discovered his erection, for a moment there, he hadn’t bothered to hide his hunger. His eyes had glowed bright silver. There were no longer filters, layers, or shades to conceal what he truly wanted. He’d looked at me with pure male lust.

  I’d been afraid and thrilled at the anticipation of his advance.

  My body had wanted him.

  My conflicting emotions had confused me.

  I’d stood so still that my back hurt. If I’d made an abrupt movement or given him a hint, the predator in him would have chased me and pinned me down on the floor and claimed me.

  I’d entertained the images of myself writhing under him, in fury and in pleasure.

  If he unlatched the lust he’d locked away for the past millennia, what kind of passion and power would he release? What kind of damage would he cause? I shuddered at thinking I would be the sole receiver of them all.

  Yet, when his thickness had pressed against me, when the heat from him had burned my skin through my gown, when the unhinged longing for me in his eyes had burned so brightly, I’d desired him more than anything and anyone.

  At that moment, nothing had mattered, but our mutual lust.

  That lust could destroy me and my world completely and burn every path before us.

  I’d seen the very picture in his mind as he’d fantasized about grabbing the swell of my breasts and feeling their weight. He’d wanted to pull my hand to stroke the length of his cock to ease its ache.

  He’d imagined me naked, though he couldn’t form a clear picture of my sex. Yet he’d kept dreaming of my plump folds and heated channel, wet and shivering, when his rough hand palmed and caressed them.

  For the few seconds, I’d been in his fantasy with him and he hadn’t known.

  Well, he would never know.

  I would never give him a chance to learn that when he’d looked at me like that, the latch in my mind had been flipped open.

  My nipples had furled into tight buds.

  My sex had been wet as he’d wondered how it would feel to have his mouth over it, and then for his tongue and teeth to further the advance.

  He’d had a lot of wicked images about me.

  Lust had been the heavy rain and fire inside him, and it had passed over me.

  He’d seen me flush, but hadn’t guessed. He couldn’t penetrate my mind even as I’d entered his for half a minute. I was the strongest shielder on Earth. He’d thought that I’d been embarrassed and disgusted by his brother’s coupling. The truth was that the king hadn’t concerned me.

  I’d been caught in the moment of fever storm, but I’d snapped out of it just in time. So far unscathed.

  My body might react to him, but my will called
the shots.

  Now that I had the knowledge of his carnal need, a new decision formed in my mind like mist taking shape.

  The high prince and his lord father wanted something from me, something unspeakable and terrible. Otherwise there was no reason for the Lord of All Angels to insist on having the prince as the head of my security. The high prince had been watching my every move with odd, chilling interest, apart from his hunger for me.

  The angel king was weak, impulsive, and vicious. The high prince, on the other hand, was the real power. Besides his lightning and his combat skills, he could cloak himself. Not even the king knew about this talent of his. What other power hadn’t he revealed? The thought chilled me.

  While I’d believed that I must nail the angel king to the coffin, the true mark should have been his brother all along.

  I hadn’t found the path to the Forbidden Glory, but I held the angel prince’s pulse, and he would lead me to where I needed to go.

  The High Prince of Angels wouldn’t want anyone to know that I, the forbidden fruit, had broken his seal. While I kept seeking the Forbidden Glory, I’d divide the angels’ house and let it topple down from the inside.

  I was Rose Jekaterina Faylinn, the future Empress of Mysth. I would destroy the angels and drive them back to their hole on the other side of the universe.

  Chapter 21

  PRINCE SETH

  I flew through the heavy rain and hovered over the south wing, where the Princess of Mysth resided. Her scent had drawn me there. I was restless as the rain was worse than the sun. It didn’t wash away her scent but transported her fragrance everywhere: into the mist, into the sky, onto the ground.

  She was in the Spring Hall. Was she bathing at this hour of the night?

  Even without the thoughts of her nakedness in the spring pool, my cock was painfully hard. Now with the image of her hands touching her breasts in my mind, my lust raged.

  I decided to sneak a peek at the fey princess in the bath.

  I wouldn’t do anything else. Just look.

  Angels didn’t share the Mysthian culture sensitivity. We weren’t an earthbound species but universal conquerors. We took what we wanted. Propriety was essential in Mysthian society, but we angels discarded it.

  In the past I hadn’t needed to sneak up to see a female bathing, but things had changed. Before, when I had wanted a female, I would have made my intention known and then taken her with her invitation. I had yet to meet a female who would turn me down.

  Yet this time, when I wanted to fuck this female more than any other, she was off limits. She was my brother’s bride, and my lord father had a big plan for her. If I fooled around with the girl and messed up his design, my father would have my head.

  My father had many sons scattered in different galaxies. Taking off one son’s head wouldn’t cost him much. But I’d proven to be one of his best warriors, so he valued me above all others and trusted me to get things done more than he would trust any of his other sons.

  That was why he had never assigned me a planet to rule but kept me moving.

  He’d given Earth to my brother, not as an award but a punishment. After I harvested the magic in the princess, Earth would be desert and swamp.

  Agro had no idea of our father’s true purpose, but he understood that I held more power than he could ever have. That only gave the moron more reason to hate me.

  While my brother couldn’t touch me, my father had ordered me to comply with my brother’s laws on Earth if they didn’t interfere with my task. But I hadn’t expected this complication. Her scent sang to me unceasingly.

  Now that I knew she was the only female I wanted, could I still drain her energy when the time came? When the great earth magic was revealed in her?

  Never doubt yourself. I snarled. I had to harvest her, and I would.

  Now I was going to watch her bathe, which was part of the job. I had to find out if she was the great magic carrier, and the best time to investigate was during her bath when she was unguarded.

  Besides, she’d brought this on herself. She’d attacked me with her scent. She kept provoking me. Last time when she’d found out about my erection, she’d looked at me as if I was her prey, but we would see who stalked whom.

  Satisfied with my solid logic, I dove toward the roof of the Spring Hall.

  The rain pelted hard on the skylight. If I was quiet, she wouldn’t even notice. The indoor waterfall would also cover up the sound of my quick entry.

  Before the princess looked up, I’d already perched on the high beam in the Spring Hall, perfectly cloaked.

  The automatic skylight slid shut.

  Chapter 22

  PRINCESS ROSE

  I swam in the natural spring creek.

  My royal guards stood outside the door to make sure no one, especially angels, would disturb me.

  The bath chamber was indeed one of the Dragonian’s best works in providing a luxury bath for the royal family members. I could imagine how sour the engineer race had been since the angels had taken this city of wonder from them. Some of them were bitter enough that they would do anything, including forming an alliance with me, to take back Atlantis.

  The lingerie I wore covered part of my breasts and my thighs. It wasn’t modest, but it was easy to swim in.

  No one would see me in it anyway.

  Rain bombarded the roof. We Mysthians loved the rain as whimsical music from Earth Mother. I shifted to swim in a butterfly fashion, and a sudden wind blew from the skylight, sending down a sprinkle of rain. I twisted my torso to look up. The skylight, over a hundred feet up, was shut. Where had the wind and rain come from?

  King Agro had said only he and his brother had access through the skylight, and he’d promised that he would never breach my privacy since there was no need for him to sneak up to observe my bath. He’d also mentioned that if the high prince dared to invade my personal space and come to watch me, he’d have a reason to behead his brother. King Agro had then dismissed the prospect. “Don’t mind the prick. He lost his sexual appetite toward any female two millennia ago.”

  “Then he’s into males then?” I had asked.

  The king had snorted. “No, he prefers to stab them.”

  That was before I’d found out that I’d awoken the high prince from his sexual hibernation.

  I turned to swim sideways and studied the sealed skylight.

  I was alone in the Spring Hall, yet I had this feeling that I wasn’t anymore.

  A puff of wind wafted a scent my way—pine in the winter, aged fine wine, and new leather in the rain.

  I swallowed. The high prince was here with me. I just couldn’t see him.

  He’d cloaked himself, as he’d cloaked himself and me in the king’s study. King Agro had walked past us, carrying a gold box with a chastity belt inside that was meant for me while the prince and I had stared right at him, less than five feet away.

  I sharpened my senses and focused on finding the direction of the male scent.

  He was perched on the north beam near the ceiling, which was a good spot to spy on me.

  Ever since I’d discovered that I brought out the sexual hunger in the high prince, I’d decided that he was my mark.

  He was universally feared and full of dark secrets.

  He carried great powers, some of them hidden even from his own kind.

  I’d tested other angels, especially the guards sent by the king and the high prince. None of the guards could make themselves invisible. They didn’t think anyone could, though they bragged to have some sort of device that could cloak their spaceships.

  I strained my ears to catch any noise the prince would soon make, even a faint fluttering of wings or a heavy breath, but the prince remained quiet.

  Hadn’t he realized he could never have me? I’d been promised to his brother. If he tried to take me, he would humiliate the King of Angels beyond repair. They would wage a civil war against each other. The prince commanded a small army; the king’s horde was l
arger.

  If I could drive them to war, the Mysthians and Dragonian would fight whatever was left of the angel armies and have a better chance to win. First, I needed to fuel the prince’s lust.

  I would seduce him, but never allow him to violate me. If he soiled me, not only would my reputation be ruined, but the king would have no need to keep me other than to display my head on a spike.

  I glanced to where the high prince had cloaked himself, glad that my prey had finally come.

  Watch, but you can never touch. When you touch, you burn.

  Angels had no moral code, but somehow my instinct told me that the High Prince of Angels would not force himself on me, at least not in the beginning.

  So let’s flame his lust and see how he handles it.

  It was going to hurt like a bitch for him after awakening from long years of sexual apathy and inactivity, only to realize he could never get release from the object of his lust.

  Burn!

  What if his control slipped? Then I had a surprise for him.

  I had put an Angel Shocker on my wrist, a nasty device made by the Dragonian. They’d rewired some of the weapons carried by the rogue angels they’d captured. The Angel Shocker was test-proven.

  If the prince dared attack me, I’d shock him to kingdom come, and the king could come pick up his unconscious brother and fulfill his wish of having the prince’s head on a plate.

  So, Prince Seth, come to me. I won’t disappoint you. I’ll be full of surprises for you.

  I stood up, my lingerie hugging my body and showing every curve. I casually brushed my fingers over my nipples that poked against the flimsy material. I heard a rasp near the skylight, and I gazed down at the swell of my half-exposed breasts, wondering what the prince thought of them.

  Slowly, I treaded toward the stream bank on the opposite side. To get a better view of me, the prince would have to move.

  We would see how he was going to manage it while I was on full alert.

  As I expected, he moved.