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

by Meg Xuemei X

  She hadn’t come to win my psychopath brother, either. She sent an envoy of courtiers to him to keep him distracted and away from her.

  The princess had come to Atlantis with her own agenda. She’d targeted me first with that damn spell, despite her look of innocence and outrage when I’d pointed that out.

  I hadn’t figured out if it was the magic in her that had done it.

  My gaze skipped along the top of the endless tree-lines, the colors of saffron and tea rose. Even in this remote forest and mountain area, the princess’s scent was still in my system.

  At the very thought of her, my cock grew harder. The throbbing pain darkened my mood. I had to pull it out of my trousers. As soon as it sprang free, my battle-hardened palm closed around it and started stroking. I couldn’t get full release from pleasuring myself, but I needed to reduce the pressure, even a little.

  Would I get off if she wrapped her soft hand around my cock, or better, if she had her full lips around my shaft?

  For endless ages, I hadn’t had satisfaction. Many angels had spilled their seeds and reproduced, but I’d never had a true climax. Maybe my seed was frozen inside me since I was too coldhearted.

  I’d bedded enough females. I’d become bored even when my dick was hard inside them. No female had held my interest long enough.

  Until now. Until the Princess of Mysth turned into the bane of my existence. I wondered if she could make me come, if my interest in her would last. There must be a reason she’d awoken my lust, yet she was my brother’s bride, and my father had set his eyes on her for the possible elemental magic.

  Whatever I wanted, I took. What stopped me now?

  This unfulfilling, forever pending, burning desire was gutting me hollow every minute I couldn’t have her.

  A thought gradually formed and took root in my head.

  I could have her just for one night. I could bring her here. One fuck, and I’d get it out of my system before it drove me mad.

  After that, we’d see. No matter what the outcome, I’d still harvest her if the magic was in her. That was my duty as a loyal son to my lord father.

  Angels were conquerors and predators. We didn’t have an unnecessary sense of right and wrong. We didn’t have the moral compass that other species had. We ruled with power, fear, and domination. We took what we wanted. That was the law in the universe for us. My father initiated it. My brothers magnified it. Why should I be different?

  Then why did I feel a sudden jolt of pain when I thought of harming the princess?

  This soft feeling was ridiculous. I pushed it aside.

  This one-night plan was solid. If having sex with the princess triggered the crisis in her and brought out the earth magic, then my lord father would not fault me, and I could easily handle Agro. She wasn’t his property, despite what he thought. He thought the whole Earth was his.

  I didn’t give a damn about my brother’s interest, but another concern made me uneasy. Would I break the princess during our intercourse? She looked more delicate than my race. My awakened passion would be hard to take, even for a female angel, and I didn’t know how to hold back.

  I should not worry about damaging her.

  I had never forced a female. I wouldn’t break this rule when it came to the earth princess either, even though the lust in me seemed to boil me alive, as never before.

  How could I get her to invite me in? No female had ever rejected me, but the fey princess’s hatred for me was white hot. She didn’t even bother to disguise it.

  I moved my hand across my face and sighed at the obstacles.

  I would need to seduce her first, and quickly.

  I would need to play gentle and get her to trust me, but I wasn’t a gentle soul and had never tried to gain a female’s trust.

  I must have this one fuck and get her scent out of my blood once and for all. It was like getting rid of the virus.

  I lifted my wings.

  The full window slid open and I flew out. Soon, the forest became waves of tea rose beneath me.

  I sped through the cold air, which would freeze an earthling in a heartbeat but failed to chill my raging lust.

  I went straight for the fey princess.

  Chapter 27

  PRINCESS ROSE

  I waited for the high prince to show up in the Spring Hall, confident he’d come back for more after watching me bathe.

  How could he resist it once the floodgate had been opened?

  When he came, I would make his knees weak, until he confessed his sin—his lust for me—and coughed up Atlantis’s defense secrets.

  Two hours after my bathing, the prince hadn’t shown up. There wasn’t a trace of his scent. That irritated me.

  I wasn’t going to wait up the whole night for him.

  I put on my robe and padded back to my chamber.

  At the Spring Hall’s exit, I glanced up at the skylight. A moonbeam fell silently on the ceiling.

  Had he given up?

  I’d seen how I’d rattled him from the moment he’d spotted me.

  Now I was just a passing phase like any other female in his life.

  Other than my lady-in-waiting, I had nine servant girls that the King of Angels had assigned to me. They were of different races, but none of them were Mysthian. We were the only species that hadn’t been put into the service of other species, except for the courtiers I’d sent to the king, his generals, and nobles. Two thirds of the slave girls who served me were Dragonian. One of them was a secret rebel spy, named Vanna.

  She was like any other Dragonian, blue-skinned and hairless, with a flat nose, except that she had two extra small horns at the top of her head. Only one of the Dragonian tribes was born with horns.

  The second night when she’d served me, she’d shown me a tattoo of two crossed daggers on her navel—the symbol of the alliance between Mysthians under my rule and Dragonian under North’s leadership.

  She was on my side as long as the alliance lasted, but it didn’t mean I could trust her completely. I didn’t trust any race other than my own people.

  Among all the races, the Dragonian used to resent the Mysthians the most because we’d looked down on them and denied their attempts to mingle with us. They now trained their hatred on the angels, who had taken their homes. Their hate for the angels was as bright as any Mysthians, and so for the first time in centuries, we had something in common.

  Vanna served as emergency communication between North and me. I was careful not to specifically summon her to my chamber if it wasn’t necessary. More than half of the servant girls were sent by the king’s mistress to spy on me.

  I called Vanna to my chamber after the prince had failed to show up in the bath hall.

  “Your Highness,” Vanna greeted, kneeling in front of me.

  I waved for her to get up. “I request information.” I mouthed the words as I couldn’t talk to her telepathically like I could with my ladies and warriors. Angel guards were right outside the door of my suite and all of them had enhanced hearing.

  Vanna looked at me for a second and then untied the shoe and sock from her left foot.

  Souline looked furious at the disrespect. Before she could scold the girl, I sent her a telepathic command for quiet.

  Vanna bared her foot, revealing a broad, bronze ring on her toe. I watched her retrieve it and recognized it as a Dragonian communication device.

  The Dragonian had invented a variety of technology to compete with Mysthian magic. Regardless of their advanced science, the angels had still defeated and enslaved them, and now enjoyed all the comfort the Dragonian had provided.

  How ironic for the engineering race!

  On the surface of the bronze ring was a symbol of two locked wings. I wondered if the Dragonian used the angels’ sign to remind themselves of their failure and slavery, or if they were as obsessed with the angels as they’d been with the Mysthians.

  I recalled those little fat angel children etched on Atlantis’s gate and the statue of a naked
male angel in the king’s royal garden. They were both Dragonian artwork.

  Vanna rubbed the ring and a window-like tablet appeared, suspended in the air. She wrote on the window, How may I serve you, Your Highness?

  She gestured for me to write in the same fashion.

  I wrote my question in the air, and it appeared on the holo-glass. Has anyone mentioned Prince Seth’s odd behavior lately?

  Vanna gave me a look, but didn’t question my inquiry.

  She served many highly born angel ladies. They didn’t care for discretion in front of the servants. For them, the slaves were non-existent until they were needed. North was smart to recruit these slaves to gather intelligence.

  Vanna wrote, There are bets amid the high ladies. Whoever sleeps with him first wins all. The prince hasn’t shared a bed with anyone for two thousand years. Even before he went to celibacy, he’d never spent more than one night with the same female.

  I sighed inwardly. Everyone seemed to know about the high prince’s sex life.

  I’m not interested in that type of information, I wrote, my face betraying nothing other than a frosty look. The prince poses a great danger to me. What I wrote was meant to divert Vanna from my true intention.

  He’s a formidable foe, Vanna wrote, yet I didn’t see any sympathy on her face.

  He’s on my trail, I wrote. Any idea where he is?

  Vanna shook her head and wrote, The angels often complain about not knowing his whereabouts. No one can find him when he doesn’t want to be found. No one dares to track him down without good reason.

  He must be with another female right now. An unfamiliar jealousy rose in me. He’d tried to have sex with a few female angels but had failed. He wouldn’t give up. The female angels would be more than happy to accommodate him since they’d placed their bets.

  Horny bastard! I hope you’ll never truly get laid!

  Still, the image of the prince touching another female set my rage ablaze and made acid churn in my stomach.

  I shut my eyes for a second as if pondering my next sentence since Vanna was watching me through the corner of her eyes. When I opened them, I turned to her with a cold smile and wrote, I need you to keep track of the prince and the king’s mistress. That’s all for today, Vanna.

  She wrote one last question, What should I say when the king’s mistress asks about the purpose of your summons?

  “The wine you brought tastes like sour milk!” I said. “Bring a better bottle next time, or I’ll have the head of the wine master, or yours!”

  I gave her a nod. She pushed the communication ring back on her toe and put back on her sock and shoe.

  “I apologize for the white wine, Your Highness,” she said in a trembling voice. “It won’t happen again.”

  “Leave me,” I ordered.

  Vanna sent me a half-hateful look, so she would keep the same appearance after stepping out of my chamber. Part of her hatred wasn’t a fake. She just loathed the angels more.

  As soon as Vanna exited, Souline looked at me with questions in her eyes.

  What? I asked with annoyance, not at Souline but at my bad management. Even though I’d brought out the carnal desire in the prince, it had already passed like the breeze.

  It was so easy for him to brush me aside. He’d pay for that. But how could I make him pay when my hold on him didn’t exist anymore? And he was hot on my trail like a paranoid hound on blood, suspecting I was plotting against his race.

  What’s between you and the High Prince of Angels? Souline asked.

  I stared at her. What’s between the angel and me?

  He looks at you like he hasn’t eaten for years, and you sometimes blush when he stares at you.

  There’s nothing between the angel and me, I said. But I’ve got a plan for him, and he won’t like it. I treaded toward my chamber. “I’m very tired. I need to go to bed.”

  Souline shot up from her chair, followed me in, and helped me undress before she retreated and closed the door behind her in an unusually quiet manner.

  I lay down on my bed, staring at the patterns on the ceiling.

  I’d lost the lethal weapon I’d thought I could use. The angels were just too fickle, even their lust didn’t last more than a few days.

  Tomorrow I would come up with a new plan, though I dreaded every new day in Atlantis.

  I finally fell into a shallow, uneasy sleep. Until a scent hit my nostrils and jerked me awake.

  The scent of the High Prince of Angels.

  Chapter 28

  PRINCE SETH

  The lamp was lit in her chamber. Was the fierce princess afraid of the dark?

  She’d thrown off the blanket in her sleep. Lying on her stomach, her blue silk gown fell softly over her pale golden skin and outlined both her gorgeous round ass and part of her perky breasts. Immediately all the blood flooded to my groin. I stared at her breasts, tempted to massage them and make her moan.

  I exhaled slowly and moved my gaze lower. She wore no panties. Under the thin material, I could see the lovely shape of her sex between her open legs.

  What if I brushed her gown aside and mounted her from behind? I pictured my hard cock pressing open her soft folds and forcing inside, her back arching as she received my whole shaft.

  That was why I’d come here. I wanted to fuck her. I must have her.

  Unable to control my lust, I started stroking my cock through my trousers, fantasizing about its crown plunging into her tight pussy, rubbing its warm inner walls. The whole time, I fixed my eyes on her sex while pleasuring myself.

  Then my hand froze on my pants.

  Rose opened her eyes and stared at me.

  She didn’t flinch, she didn’t recoil, and she didn’t shout for the guards.

  She didn’t seem surprised that I’d come to her bedroom. She’d been waiting for me to show up. It dawned on me that she could sense my presence as I could scent her. Cloaking myself now would make no difference.

  She sat up, her gaze drifting to my hand and the hard ridge under my wrinkled trousers. My erection had stretched and distorted the fabric. It would be pointless to disguise it, so I made no attempt to cover my hard-on.

  She flushed and then quickly returned her wide, whisky-brown eyes to mine, peeking at me. A calculated look sharpened her face. She was deciding what she would do with me.

  At least she hadn’t thought my unannounced midnight visit was her nightmare.

  But for a second or so when she’d woken up, I’d seen a dangerous light flickering in her eyes, as if she’d wanted to attack me. Her hand had moved toward her pillow before it stopped and lay on her thigh instead. I supposed she slept with a weapon under her pillow.

  I wouldn’t mind her attacking me. Wouldn’t mind it at all. I would show her my strength and help her learn to respect me.

  If she understood how unfathomably powerful I was, she might even admire me.

  Things would go smoother between us.

  Chapter 29

  PRINCESS ROSE

  The scent of faint pine in the winter and fine wine under the summer sun, spiced with erotic male musk.

  I flashed open my eyes.

  The angel prince sat on a chair across from my bed, watching me as if I were his valued, feral pet.

  He had an undisguised bulge under his wrinkled trousers. His hand moved away from it under my scrutiny and moved to his strong chin, pretending he’d been pondering like an amateur philosopher.

  I didn’t see his wings. He must have tucked them behind him.

  He offered me a charming grin that was meant to disarm me when I bolted up in bed.

  How did he get in? Yes, he could cloak himself. He could come and go easily and slit my throat in my sleep. But he wouldn’t want me dead. If that was his intention, I’d already be dead.

  That didn’t ease my nerves.

  “I won’t hurt you, Princess,” he whispered. “I just want to see you.”

  I blinked. When did his voice become so uncharacteristically g
entle? And it was beyond one’s common sense that he’d broken into my chamber in the middle of the night. But ever since the angels had come to my world, everything had been turned upside down. I could eat strangeness for breakfast.

  “I’ll give you a few more minutes to adjust to my presence,” he said as if doing me a favor. He leaned back on the chair, his muscle-corded arms across his broad chest.

  His gaze—smoldering, arrogant, and busy—roamed over me inch by inch.

  My face flamed. I’d been bold enough when I’d paraded my nearly naked body and pleasured myself before him in the Spring Hall, but now I was self-conscious of my thin gown, which couldn’t cover much of my skin.

  I didn’t wear panties under the gown. He obviously saw that and his eyes had grown hooded with sexual hunger. I swayed my hips involuntarily, then stopped right away.

  “How did you get in?” I demanded, even though I knew the answer.

  “You know how I got in,” he said. “I’ve revealed to you some of my uncanny abilities.”

  How generous of him.

  “My guards are outside,” I reminded him. “They can hear you even if they can’t see you.”

  “Your Mysthian guards don’t have enhanced hearing like we do,” he said lazily. “Your suite is pretty much sound proofed. As for my brother’s guards, I took a precaution and sent them somewhere else for tonight.” He leaned forward to confide in me. “I don’t want to have extra ears when we talk.”

  His lust stroked mine, but my anger was also sizzling. “If I shout, you’ll be discovered. King Agro will have your head this time.”

  “Then shout. I won’t stop you. I’ll just dispose of all the guards to cover my trail,” he said as his gaze kept roving leisurely over my body. “I’m the most powerful angel, next to my lord father. Agro won’t get my head easily. He’s no match for me. He’s an insect.”

  If other angels had invaded my chamber, I’d have beheaded them with my chakram from under my pillow and then called for the guards to clean up the mess and inform their king. I hadn’t done any damage to this angel because he still had a great use to me, even though he appeared a psychopath when he talked about erasing my guards if I shouted a warning.