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

by Meg Xuemei X

  I was furious at his command, but I was also tempted. I’d pictured how his cock looked during the deepest nights when sleep had escaped me. I’d never seen a naked male, especially a naked angel.

  The prince wouldn’t gain anything from one touch and I wouldn’t lose anything. On the other hand, I should keep the fire burning in him, and a touch would serve as the carrot to this horny donkey.

  “Fine,” I said, “a favor for a favor.”

  He jumped up from his chair, overeager. “You want me to touch you first?”

  I sat up straight and threw a hand out to stop him from advancing toward me. “No! I want information first.”

  “Regarding?”

  “My safety.”

  “I said I’d guarantee your safety. I’ve never broken my word.”

  I almost snickered. An angel declared that he had honor.

  “I’m sure,” I said flatly. “However, I need some truth, and I don’t like to be kept in the dark.”

  “What do you want to know?”

  “Is your brother the only danger to me?”

  He looked surprised. He hesitated for a second and said, “No, he’s not the only danger to you.”

  Just as I’d thought. I’d met the astral version of the Lord of All Angels. My senses had spiked when detecting the abyss of darkness and power in him. “Is your lord father more of a danger to me?”

  The prince’s look turned tense and dark. The lust in his eyes was gone in an instant. “He can be.”

  “Explain.”

  “I said I’d keep you safe.” His voice was sharp, rough. “That’s all you need to know.”

  The air in the room turned cold.

  For a second, he and I just stared at each other.

  “Thank you, Prince,” I said and knew it was time to retreat.

  My hand moved to caress my breasts. I needed to expel the chilly air between us. I wanted the prince to leave with a heated memory rather than a cold one. I needed this contract to keep him in check, though I must tread carefully. I was going on a wild ride with one of the most powerful, merciless angels and hoped he fell broken while I landed safely.

  The hard edge ebbed from his face as he watched me fondle my breasts. Heat rose to his silvery eyes again. “I can massage your breasts,” he offered. “You’ll feel more pleasure.”

  “No need,” I said. “I want to see you naked before I touch you.”

  He started undressing impatiently. It took only a couple of seconds for all of his clothes to be piled at his feet, his black leather coat on top.

  The angel stalked toward me, but stopped two feet short, completely naked.

  I drew a sharp breath. Oh, Earth!

  His engorged cock stood proudly.

  It took me every bit of will to not stare at it. I had to act like a princess. My gaze started roving over his tall, gorgeously built body from the top.

  His broad shoulders and arms were corded with muscles from ages of battles and endless hours of training. A hard chest and the flat planes of ridged stomach went perfectly with narrow hips. Long, powerful legs exuded lethal beauty.

  “I guess you approve?” he asked, his golden wings with peacock blue tips flaring out from behind his back.

  I had to restrain myself from reaching up to touch his wings. How would he react if I stroked them?

  “You look okay,” I said.

  His lips twitched up on his perfectly sculpted face. When he smiled, he looked younger and vulnerable. Surprisingly my heart stuttered, and it had nothing to do with lust.

  Don’t be a fool, I reproached myself. Any second, this angel could transform back into a killer. That was his essence.

  Yet my hungry gaze dipped down below his lower waist.

  A trail of blond hair led to his thick, well-groomed pubic hair. They were all golden and curled slightly.

  My pulse quickened.

  His cock jerked and grew larger at my attention, its shaft throbbing aggressively.

  Other than its impressive size and length, it was straight, smooth, and rock hard. And it promised great pleasure once it played with its mate.

  My heart drummed, and my gaze fixed on the prince’s cock in fascination.

  “Do you like it?” he asked huskily.

  “Maybe,” I said breathlessly.

  “Is the size pleasing to your eyes?” he asked.

  “Acceptable,” I said.

  “Wrap your hand round it,” he ordered.

  I wanted to tell him I wasn’t his damned soldier so don’t order me, but strangely, his natural dominance turned me on.

  I slowly reached for his cock. He looked like he wanted to grab my hand and put it on his shaft now. Hadn’t an eon of existence honed his patience? Right, burning lust.

  As soon as I formed a half fist around his length—it was too large for my hand to close around—he sucked in a breath and thrust forcefully into my palm.

  Power rolled off him. The heat radiating from him to my skin felt like sunburn, yet delicious and addictive.

  My breath hitched as he thrust again and again, harder and faster in my palms.

  His golden wings fanned forward and brushed against my breasts. I let out a moan. My senses kicked into overdrive.

  My wetness soaked the surface of the chair where I sat. I leaned forward and opened my legs toward the angel. The plump folds of my sex opened like delicate petals, ready to receive his large, hard cock.

  The angel snapped his attention to my heated channel, a predatory gleam in his heavy-lidded, lust-filled eyes.

  One more sway of my hips, and he would be on me. He would lose control and force his shaft into my heat and fuck me with millennia of pent-up passion. When that happened, he’d get his one fuck, and I would lose my hold over him.

  With a shattered will, I yanked my hand back from around his dick.

  Chapter 32

  PRINCE SETH

  “Let me see you,” she commanded.

  I couldn’t shed my clothes quickly enough and yanked out the hard ridge before I shoved down my trousers.

  I reminded myself to remain civilized in front of the princess, despite my howling lust.

  We angels were a refined and savage race at once.

  My cock sprang free, erecting fully toward the princess and awaiting her approval.

  The princess gave it a passing glance, then looked up, locking her gaze with mine, liquid fire of ember twirling in her eyes like stars.

  I could hear her heart pounding in sync with mine. I couldn’t remember how long ago my heart had beaten this strongly.

  Her gaze traveled from my shoulders to my chest, lingering on my nipples, then lower to my stomach.

  I was suddenly grateful that I didn’t have an ounce of unnecessary fat on me. Some angels who constantly sat behind desks gained extra weight and grew flabby.

  I hoped she liked the build of my body. Other females did. Actually, I didn’t care how other females saw me. Their admiration didn’t matter. I wanted this female’s appreciation, which would make it easier and quicker for me to get into her bed.

  She studied my abs, and I flexed them for her benefit.

  She rolled her eyes, very un-princess-like. But I was hot for her. Too hot.

  My expectation was killing me. I willed her to look at my cock and focus on it.

  She was taking her time to review my other body parts, mischief swimming in her eyes. She knew exactly what I wanted and was intentionally tormenting me, enjoying every second of it.

  A naughty girl needed to be spanked.

  A naughty girl needed to be fucked hard.

  My cock agreed and its crown jerked up aggressively.

  Yet her slow-burn seduction made me crave more. The rumor said the Mysthians had the Earth Goddess’s blessing in the bedroom, and the royal bloodline was the best among them.

  I couldn’t wait for the day to ravish her thoroughly when she was in my bed.

  I almost begged her to just look at my cock, but she had to inspect
my legs, left first, then right. I spread them wider and my shaft swayed, demanding her attention.

  The princess finally obliged me. She couldn’t help it this time. She stared at my shaft, her hot gaze roaming from its base to the crown, then traveling along its length again.

  She swallowed, as if she wanted to wrap her full lips around the head of my shaft and suckle it.

  I inhaled sharply. Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you, female.

  “I guess you approve?” I asked, spreading my wings out to full length.

  Females usually bought the stunt.

  The princess’s lips parted at my display, but she soon pressed them to a thin line to show me she wasn’t impressed. “You look okay,” she grunted.

  I smirked. I wasn’t the sort who smiled at anyone. The fey princess not only aroused me; her biting wit often cracked me up and drove the coldness out of me.

  At her undivided attention, my cock jerked forward, throbbing and aching. It really wanted to plunge into her tight, rosy flesh.

  I had to ball my hands into fists to restrain myself from reaching out to cup her sex, to feel it shiver under my touch. I wanted to kiss her lips, then her perky breasts, and then her plump folds. I wanted to make them all swollen and make her moan.

  Princess Rose tilted her head to further study my cock, trying to conceal a fascinated expression.

  Was this the first cock she’d seen? It couldn’t be.

  The way she handled our sexual tension showed she was anything but inexperienced.

  The Mysthians were as lustful as angels. As their princess, she must have had lined-up lovers eager to pleasure her every night. A sudden, unexpected jealousy impaled me at the images of her being with other males. I’d strike them all down.

  I desperately needed a new, better image to replace the ones upsetting me.

  “Wrap your hand round it.” I ordered.

  A look of defiance flashed in her eyes, but the heat in them won. She stretched her hand toward my cock.

  I thrust my length into her palm.

  She gasped and tightened her grip on my cock, as if she’d never let it go.

  I didn’t want her to let it go.

  I thrust into her hand in frenzy.

  My wings fanned forward, caressing her soft breasts and eliciting a moan.

  My blood boiled in my veins.

  The thick scent of her arousal filled my nostrils. She must be very wet, and I was thirsty for her sweet juice. As my gaze burned between her thighs, she opened her legs wider for me. Her petals shivered with want.

  The princess swayed her hips.

  That just did it.

  My control slipped.

  Before I stepped forward to kneel between her thighs and drive my male member into her glistening moistness and release my urgent male need, she withdrew her soft hand from my shaft, mercilessly leaving it to the cold, empty air.

  “Don’t!” I roared and cussed.

  Chapter 33

  PRINCESS ROSE

  “Don’t!” he roared in fury, his eyes ablaze in frustration. “Damn you, female!”

  An urgent knock tapped on the door, then it slid open. Souline ducked her head into the room. Lexa was behind her, a hand on the hilt of her sword.

  I’d grabbed the blanket from the floor and wrapped it around me. Seth was nowhere to be seen—he’d cloaked himself. I looked to where his clothes had been, and to my relief, he’d snatched them and left no trail.

  “I’m sorry to disturb you, Your Highness,” Souline said, alertly looking around the room. “I thought I heard shouts. Lexa heard it, too.”

  “I heard it,” Lexa confirmed.

  “It’s just me here,” I said. “Maybe the shouts were from the outside. Have the guards look around.”

  “Yes, Princess,” Lexa answered, then she frowned. “Did you smell something, Souline? Or is it just me?”

  “Like some kind of masculine perfume?” Souline asked.

  Lexa sniffed harder, as if trying to name the fragrance.

  “I’m the only one sleeping here,” I said in annoyance.

  “Why aren’t you in bed, Your Highness? And you look—” Souline rushed toward me and pressed her hand on my forehead. “You have a fever. I need to fetch you the medicine.”

  “I’m fine, Souline,” I said sharply. “Just leave me be. I haven’t slept enough.”

  Souline nodded. “Ever since you came to the enemies’ city.”

  “Go,” I said. “Don’t wake me up again.”

  “My apologies, Highness.” Souline and Lexa curtsied and withdrew.

  The door shut behind them.

  My heart pounded so hard it hurt my ribcage. If my maids caught me tangled like this with the high prince of our immortal enemy, they’d be heartbroken at my betrayal. I’d lose their respect and loyalty.

  I now had to keep a dark secret from my closest companions, who would give their lives for me in a heartbeat. I shut my eyes as pain and shame stabbed me.

  The prince’s lust had called to mine. I’d almost succumbed to the heat of my treacherous body. It couldn’t care less about dignity; it only wanted the angel’s big, hard cock inside it. I’d almost let him fuck me right there on the floor and sabotage my plan of destroying the angels.

  Once he had me, he would discard me like a piece of garbage. For an eon, he’d done that over and over to every female.

  I’d underestimated the flame in my body. It had awoken, and it didn’t want to be stopped.

  The prince’s millennia of pent-up lust hadn’t just taken him captive, it had plowed into me. Even at less than full force, its scaled tail was deadly.

  For moments there with the angel, the wildfire in me had almost made me forget the fate of Mysth. My body, carnal and base, had no concept of the survival of my kingdom and people. All it wanted was to mate with the one it lusted after, and it had chosen the High Prince of Angels, who never should have appeared on the list of my mate candidates.

  I wouldn’t let my body win. I was raised better than that.

  I opened my eyes as I sensed his heat and scent near me.

  The angel had materialized, fully dressed, and crouched beside me. “You’re pale, Princess,” he whispered.

  The flush on my cheeks had long since faded.

  I trained my cold gaze on him. It didn’t extinguish the residual lust in his eyes, which only sank deeper and became layered.

  He grazed his warm knuckles over my cheeks with surprising tenderness. “I won’t compromise you,” he said.

  At his light touch, my blood started singing once again.

  Our unending lust.

  His smoldering gaze also grew hungrier. Our lust was calling each other to play.

  I brushed aside the hand that caressed my face.

  I did not want his gentleness. I needed to keep him in the line as my sworn enemy, even though my body burned hot for this enemy.

  “Prince,” I said in a steely voice, “you should not test the boundary. If you breach the trust again, you can kiss the deal goodbye.”

  He just looked at me, wicked wildness twinkling in his silvery eyes. “Have your boundaries, Princess,” he whispered, his voice remaining musical and seductive. “Until the day, then. Until the day you beg me to remove any boundary.”

  As if the day would come!

  His gaze dropped to my lips, and I forced them not to part for him. He leaned forward, and I tensed. However, he didn’t attempt to kiss me, but inhaled my scent greedily before rising to his feet. “From now on, I’ll live for that day, Eroma.”

  Eroma might be an ancient angelic tongue. It sounded more like a threat than an endearment.

  While my heart still thundered with thrill and rage, and my body trembled with lust, Prince Seth was gone.

  Chapter 34

  PRINCE SETH

  I returned to my quarters in the east wing of the dome nested next to the golden tower. No one had seen me entering or leaving the princess’s chamber. I’d cloaked myself well
.

  I lay on my vast bed without taking off my boots. My hands crossed behind my head as I stared at the ceiling, thinking of Rose.

  My hard-on hadn’t waned.

  I wished that the princess was there, straddling me.

  Her touch had been divine. If her mere caress could provide such intense pleasure, what would it feel like if I drove my full length inside her?

  I might have come if she’d kept pumping my shaft, but she’d withdrawn before I could release the pressure beneath my crown.

  I started stroking my cock, but my touch was nothing like hers. It only added frustration and anger rather than relief and pleasure.

  The fey princess had agreed to my one-fuck deal. Now that my head was cooler, I felt it was too easy. Rose was anything but easy. I’d expected her to put up a good fight, or at least drive a harder bargain, when I tried to convince her that sleeping with me one time was in her best interests.

  Mysthians were famous for playing dirty. They could find a loophole in every deal. The Dragonian called them Mysthian fey, which meant tricksters. Immersed in a cunning culture, brought up in the intricate court, and raised to the top at an early age, the princess could be the master of deceivers.

  Which meant Princess Rose might break her promise.

  I thought it over, but didn’t find any weak link in our arrangement. She’d added one condition: she would decide when and where to have sex with me, but I’d firmly set the deadline. And I could handle any place she chose.

  Then she’d asked me, “Is your brother the only danger to me?”

  She was sharper than I’d given her credit for.

  I’d been honest with her. I’d told her my brother wasn’t the only threat. My lord father decided the fate of Earth and her, but I’d refused to reveal that. The princess hadn’t pushed further. She’d tapped into something I didn’t want her to be aware of. But by promising to give me what I wanted, at least she’d eliminated me as a menace to her.

  I would protect my interest. I would divert my father’s greedy gaze from the Princess of Mysth to a newly forming planet in the far galaxy.

  I would tell my father that the princess didn’t possess the great earth magic, so there was no need to reap her. If she had it, she’d have used it to fight my brother’s army.