by Meg Xuemei X
I needed to make an acidic comment about his kissing fashion, but my ability to speak didn’t seem at its finest, because my mind was nearly a mud pie.
Seth studied me, amusement and wicked satisfaction dancing in his bright, silver eyes. “You’re the most pretentious little thing I’ve ever known, Rose.”
A curse rasped off my lips. “You’re indeed a savage, Prince!”
“I believe you enjoyed this savage,” he said lazily. “I’ve serviced you well. Now here’s what you need to do for me: you’ll give me a real kiss that gratifies me if you want to get to the ground.”
I sent him a scorching look. “You can’t do that.”
“Yes, I can. And I don’t mind staying in the sky forever. You, on the other hand, won’t like it. So make me happy and I’ll let you down. When I said real kiss, I meant it in every aspect, and I’ll be a tough judge of it.”
He meant business.
I’d have to do it. I had no choice but to deliver what he wanted.
My guards would panic if they didn’t see me return in the next couple hours. The king would know about my long absence, too. Besides, every angel in Atlantis would soon hear about the deaths of Victoria’s pack angels.
Enough trouble lay ahead, and giving the angel a kiss would my easiest option.
I might not be experienced, but I was a natural in all things sensual, like all Mysthians. And I was their princess, the supposed most gifted fey among them.
“Fine,” I said, “one kiss, and you’ll let me go.”
“A real kiss, Princess. It must be sweet, passionate, and erotic at the same time. It must be spectacular.”
Who said the bastard wasn’t demanding?
Chapter 34
PRINCE SETH
It would have been fun watching the princess battle herself if I wasn’t so frustrated and my cock wasn’t so eager to get between her thighs.
When I kissed her, she was desperate for more, but she refused to open her mouth to me. Unfortunately for her, she couldn’t disguise her scent of arousal, which wasn’t half as good as the rest of her at pretending. It told me loud and clear what she craved.
To get through to her, I needed to shatter her walls and inhibition.
So I blackmailed her for a true kiss if she ever wanted to be released from the sky, and so she could tell herself that she had no choice but to deliver it. With that, she could relax and truly enjoy our kiss. I also emphasized my demand. “A real kiss, Princess. It must be sweet, passionate, and erotic at the same time. It must be spectacular!”
I expected no less from her.
The last time when I’d crushed my mouth into hers, I’d tasted only the iceberg of the divine, which was already more pleasurable than I’d ever enjoyed from any other female.
I hadn’t kissed her like a gentleman; I’d made it rough to punish her for her refusing to receive me. From her dazed, pissed expression, I could tell my type of kiss wasn’t what she’d expected and hoped for.
“How do I know whether I can count on you, if I give you such a kiss?” she asked, a calculated, sly look crossing her face. “Since kissing isn’t what you’re after. You’re after—” She swallowed.
It was endearing that the princess was suddenly shy.
Yet she forever held the captivating quality of both shyness and boldness.
“Of course I’m after fucking you,” I said. “But since you refuse to let me have a good bang right here, right now, I have to make a compromise. And compromise is the key to a successful relationship.”
She snickered. “We don’t have a relationship.”
“No worries, Princess. That’s not what I’m seeking, either,” I said. “But on my honor, I’ll return you to your chamber once you cheer me up with that kiss.”
She snorted. “I’ve never known angels care about honor.”
“Every time you say the word ‘angel’, it sounds like a cuss. However, Princess, you don’t know much about angels. We’re conquerors, always were and always will be. To help you reduce your level of ignorance, I’ll tell you this: we were once a race of honor before we evolved through several stages. As we become the most advanced species in all the galaxies, we realized that honor was garbage.”
She thinned her lips, but questions climbed into her eyes. She had begun to warm up and grow curious about me. But if I pointed that out, she would relinquish the spark of fire. I needed to set her fire free, even if it hurt me and scorched me.
I wanted Rose’s passion.
I hadn’t cared in the past if a female was hot for me or not, maybe because no female had resisted me before, so when facing a real challenge, my male pride wouldn’t accept a defeat.
“Are you ready for a real kiss, Prince?” Rose asked, defiance in her whiskey-colored eyes before a wicked light swept in.
My pulse spiked.
“I’m waiting, Rose,” I said with a lazy smile, knowing it always drove her mad.
Stripes of yellow, green, and blue flowed beneath us in the wind.
She was so focused on performing the kiss that she hadn’t realized I had landed us on top of a mountain. Her hands still curved around my neck and her legs were wrapped around my waist.
I pulled her lower to have her sex meet my erection.
“No,” she said, afraid of falling from the sky.
“We’ve landed, sweetheart,” I said.
She looked down and saw the endless trees under her feet. Immediately, she let go with her legs and slid down my body.
My arm kept its grip on her waist to stop her from escaping.
But my worry was unnecessary. She wasn’t going anywhere. She was as trapped on the peak of the mountain as she was in the air, so she still needed to kiss me good.
She peered at me and ordered, “Close your eyes.”
I wasn’t used to being bossed around by anyone, so I gave her a predatory look to remind her who she was dealing with before shutting my eyes.
She stood on tiptoes, her body leaning toward me.
Her lips—warm, soft, and plump—alighted on my skin. The touch felt like a brush of cozy air. The princess intended to make a statement by taking a different approach than my former crude kiss.
Instead of going after my hungry mouth, she let her lips hold my earlobe.
Tingling pleasure spread through me.
Her little, pointed tongue twirled in a circle, teasing and tasting me. I stifled a groan, and her teeth grazed my skin, moving toward the top of my ear with sensual nips.
A low, guttural sound rose from my chest. My hand slid into her glossy, lustrous hair, my other hand crushed her against my chest.
Her lips traced hotly along my jaw, her breath short and hard.
I hadn’t known that heat could keep building when my blood was already boiling.
The girl played me as if I were a virgin instrument.
When her lips reached my mouth and her scent flared under my nostrils, she’d worked me to a fever pitch.
Her full lips locked on my bottom one, and I felt her hot desire as she sent a silent message: she’d take all the time in the world to taste me inch by inch.
The fey female kissed like wildfire. What would it be when she had my cock in her mouth?
My hands grabbed her butt.
Rose kissed me harder.
A spectacular kisser. How many males had she practiced on?
A shot of jealousy punctured me and I vowed to slay all of them if I ever had a chance to meet those males.
Her tongue urged my mouth to open, and I didn’t need to be pushed. My ambushing tongue wrapped around hers as soon as it marched in.
Rose let out a low moan, which set my cock on fire. Her hand got into my hair, pulling me closer.
Our tongues entwined, dueled, and danced. She clung to me like a vine of ivy on the wall.
The princess had let go of her inhibition.
Her scent of honeysuckle drove me out of my mind. I plunged my tongue into her mouth.
I thrust
deeply, withdrew an inch, and thrust forward again. It twirled in an erotic move—a vivid imitation of intercourse. I didn’t hesitate to let her know what a male like me truly needed as I let my tongue rub against her tongue, her canines, and her hard palate.
In sync, my hips ground against her sex.
She curved toward me, her heart pounding against my mine.
Rose kissed me back with savage hunger, as if this was her first and last kiss on Earth.
Fire boiled in my veins; I could no longer hold back. I needed to fuck her now.
Delightfully, the same need was driving Rose.
Her small hand found its way under my shirt, urgently exploring my chest, then my ribs, and then the hard plane of my stomach.
Her every touch was a flame, and it stoked my lust higher and hotter.
I heard a beast-like groan in the depth of my throat.
Her fingers slid down, but halted at my belt. They traced along the top of my trousers, only to tease and build up tormented heat.
My cock jerked up.
I blew out a breath of relief as her soft hand finally went beneath my belt, fondling my thick pubic hair.
I tore open her top and exposed the swell of her golden breasts.
My lips left hers, though I didn’t want to. I needed to have her breast in my mouth. I needed to suckle her tits.
Her cherry pink nipples tightened, shivering in invitation.
I bent my head, my hand cupped her breast, and my mouth engulfed her nipple.
Rose threw her head back, letting loose a gasp of pure pleasure.
I twirled my tongue around the soft, perky thing and sucked gently, then greedily.
Rose cupped her other breast, urging me to kiss it as well and demanding I show no discrimination.
I chuckled against her skin and moved my mouth to her other breast. My tongue twirled around her taut nipple, licked it, and suckled it hard. My teeth gave it a light bite.
“Oh, Seth,” she whispered breathlessly. “Oh…”
My mouth lifted from her breast.
“No, don’t stop, please,” she breathed in protest, lust riding her like the wild wind.
My cock twitched.
“Please,” she pleaded. “When you stop, they ache.”
“I’ll give you more than that, eroma,” I said, my husky voice slurring in lust.
My mouth claimed hers again and my tongue forcefully fucked hers.
I pulled out my cock and thrust toward her; its hard head entered half an inch into her wet, heated entrance through the fabric of her pants.
Rose groaned in pleasure, but a moment later she gained a sudden strength. She pressed a hand on my stomach and pushed. “Not…now,” she cried weakly.
“It’ll be fine,” I coaxed in her ear, my lips grazing on her earlobe. “Baby, it’ll be just fine.”
She panted heavily. “You’ll have to wait.” Her hand held my cock, gave it a few strokes, and shoved it back into my trousers.
“Fine,” I grunted. “Hands then.”
I inserted my hand under her pants, slid all the way down to between her thighs, and palmed her plump, wet sex. It shivered at my touch, which made my mouth go dry and watery at once. I wanted to thrust my tongue deeply inside and taste it before my cock owned it.
I deepened my kiss, my tongue wildly dancing with hers to keep her guard down.
She breathed hard. Her fingers grabbed my hair and dragged me closer, but there was no more space between us.
She had finally lost her head over me. I stifled a chuckle of contentment. She obviously couldn’t get enough of me. Me.
My male pride was sated for the first time since I’d tried to seduce her.
Her scent of arousal slammed into me, weaving a net around me to prevent my escape and not caring that I had no intention to flee.
I hadn’t known a fey female could be so territorial.
“My Rose,” I whispered against her full lips.
Her hand glided up from the base of my shaft to its crown, then slid down the length with a naughty force.
I groaned deeply.
I had fantasized about her fondling me like this, and her touch was better than fantasy.
Rose tightened her grip and rapidly stroked me. When she reached the hard crown again, her thumb brushed over it and her forefinger joined to divide its slit and squeezed it mercilessly.
For the first time in an eon, I felt a drop of moisture beneath my crown.
Could the fey female make me come? What would it be like to have a true orgasm?
Rose pumped my cock harder, and her teeth grazed over my throat. I had never bared my throat to anyone, but Rose’s breath and scent were too delicious and disarming. She smelled like the sky in my homeland, a red planet thousands of light years away.
I slid a finger into her heated channel, all the way up into its tight depth.
“Seth!” she screamed my name, and I could see pleasure rippling over her.
“Hold onto me, baby,” I said, withdrawing my finger an inch or so and thrusting up again and again.
As I picked up the rhythms, Rose leaned her weight against me, unable to stand straight now.
This most stubborn, fiery fey female could no longer fight her own scorching desire.
My Rose was in heat, I thought with satisfaction, a satisfaction I hadn’t felt for a long, long time.
She would be mine.
Chapter 35
PRINCESS ROSE
The kiss was nothing like a poem that the breeze carried to the treetops in the twilight realm, as described by the finest Mysthian poets in my kingdom.
It was fire and sky and wind.
It was a song on the mighty angel’s wings.
And I shared my first, true kiss with an angel, whom I was supposed to hate and destroy.
Eternal enemy or not, it was just a kiss—one that would get me back to Atlantis to finish what I’d started. A necessary evil to the higher calling.
I wasn’t in it for pleasure, I told myself. It was a mission accomplished.
But Seth, a wild whirlwind and firestorm, broke through my defenses.
His scent and touch and stroke became the only real things in the world.
His wings cocooned me like a warm blanket to keep out the cold of the world.
It was just us and only us under the sky and the sun and the faint moon, with an earth-moving kiss that would be our last.
So I gave it all.
Our breaths were shared, mingled, and cherished. His scent was the spring rain at night in Mysth’s forest. I didn’t know what mine was to him and dared not ask.
But it was a puzzle how the angel could smell just like my home.
When his tongue met mine with raw, savage hunger, I felt his power—ancient, boundless, and infinite—enfolding me. The words “Sky Power” burned on my tongue.
“Find the Sky Power,” the Dragonian rebel leader had parroted what the oracle had proclaimed. “Only when the Earth Magic and Sky Power become one, the flesh will save Earth and all earthborn.”
I at once banished the ridiculous idea that there was a connection between Seth and the Sky Power. It was a power, not a person. Seth’s ability to roam freely in the sky and cloak and throw nasty lightning bolts didn’t make him the Sky Power or the one who possessed it.
Maybe subconsciously I really wanted this hot angel, so I started to make up things to deceive myself.
Even if Seth had the Sky Power, I wouldn’t know how to extract it. And even if I knew how and then stole it from him, I still needed the great earth magic to meld with it. Against all beliefs, the elemental magic just wasn’t in me.
Seth took over the kiss and shifted to be a magnificent kisser.
His tongue entwined with mine, dancing, teasing, challenging, and doing all sorts of wicked, sensual things. My mind forgot the world and remembered only his touch, scent, and scorching lust.
I became a feather, drifting in the night sky and passing by the stars. I heard their s
ecrets. I flowed with time and watched the stars wink out one by one.
And then I found myself standing in the center of the firestorm and had no care.
Chapter 36
PRINCE SETH
She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. My chest tightened when I looked at her.
With her sunset-auburn hair flowing in the wind and her eyes lit like stars from the secret universe, she was a goddess incarnate.
The legends said that Rose was the descendant of the Earth goddess.
And I was thrusting my finger hard into the moist channel of goddess’s daughter. Skies, she was so tight and hot inside! I wanted to plunge my cock into her, but I needed her permission. The silky walls of her sex clenched around my finger. I made an effort pulling out half an inch from the tightness in order to plunge back in deeper and further.
“Seth,” she moaned, her eyes half-closed. “More please.”
I could feel that she was about to come. My heart pounded harder than it’d had in an eon. I wondered if she could hear its racing beat. It would explode for her when she came.
Then it stopped, and I stared at Rose in awe.
She glowed. White light—born of sunlight and starlight altogether—radiated through her skin.
I didn’t slow the thrust of my finger, but my heart ached for her in tenderness I hadn’t known I possessed.
Was the great earth magic finally manifesting in her? But she was experiencing pleasure, not crisis.
The light faded in a heartbeat.
The scent of her arousal thickened, and the aroma of midnight jasmine formed like mist around me.
Rose, however, wasn’t aware that she’d shone. She stroked my cock urgently, and a rush of intense pleasure slammed into me. It drove me out of my mind that she still wouldn’t let me fuck her. But when she climaxed, she would be most vulnerable and she would cave.
I inserted two fingers into her sheath while thrusting my cock wildly into her palm. I was waiting for her first wave of orgasm, and then I would spread her legs and shove my cock into her rosy flesh.
