by Meg Xuemei X
“I’ve got you.” Ares looked down at me with a mischievous smirk. “You like jumping, don’t you?”
“Who said I liked jumping?” I hissed.
“No matter,” he said. “We jump.”
“Wait!”
He let go of the vine and landed with my legs wrapping around his waist and my arms coiling around his neck.
“I’ll never let you fall,” he said. “Have some faith in me, my darling Freyja.”
I hissed at him again, but I didn’t release him. My body liked clinging to his.
“Ventus, pick us up in the morning,” Ares shouted toward the cave’s mouth.
“I’m not a cavewoman,” I said. “Why must we—”
Then I saw we were inside a modern villa—the Moonshade.
CHAPTER 14
Moonshade Villa
I unhooked myself from Ares and surveyed a vast lodge with modern facilities. My gaze fell on an oversized bed with a marble headboard in the center. Realization dawned on me—the bed was custom-made to accommodate an Angel’s wings.
My heart pounded and my breath shortened. Ares had just led us into an Angel’s lair.
“Why do you look fearful, Freyja?” Ares asked, his thumb and forefinger holding my jaw in place as he studied me. “I thought you would be pleased if I brought you here.”
Strong magic slammed into me, thicker than ancient wine and brighter than the sunlight spilled in. There was no menace in it.
The High Prince of All Angels had once abided here. The imprint of his power lingered even after he’d abandoned this place decades ago.
It wasn’t just magic sparking around me; lust was dense in the air. The Angel Prince had brought his fey mate here for their first mating. They’d never returned after that.
“Have no fear, Freyja,” Ares said. “You’re safe here with me. I claimed this place for my own a decade ago. I set a trap at the entrance and only I can come and go safely. And now you.”
He didn’t know the history of the haunt. If I told him about it, I would ruin the mood. Second, he would start to interrogate me.
The Dragonian prince had no magic bones in him and couldn’t see the power trace— perhaps Ares was immune to all magic. However, he had to feel the lust in the air. Desire was heavy in his molten-gold eyes.
He gazed down at me. “We’re finally alone.”
“Why did you bring me here?” I asked, trying to dilute the heated yearning in my voice.
“You know why,” he said and scooped me into his arms and strode toward the bed, his rapid heartbeat echoing with mine.
He’d promised that he’d fuck me without inhibition, and what place was better for that purpose than this secluded villa?
My body was giddy, yet my mind remained undecided.
Instead of placing me in bed with care, Ares tossed me to it, for the fun of it. I rolled to the other end, and he was in it the next second.
Without a word, his large hand got into my clothes and cupped my breast. Before I could protest, he flattened me, his mouth slanting on mine.
When his wicked tongue thrust through my open lips with commanding force and stroked my hard palate, my eyes rolled back at the pleasure. His hand caressed my nipple roughly, just the way I liked.
He stripped me of my clothes, and in a flash he was half nude.
His golden-brown torso rippled with muscles and pressed on mine, his chest crushed against my breasts. He deepened his kiss, his tongue mating with mine with urgent need.
A moan of pleasure escaped me.
I bucked my hips up to show him what I had in mind.
I wanted to see his large, hard cock. I wanted to hold it and stroke it, and when I played with it for a while to my liking, I wanted it in my pussy. I would ride him like there was no tomorrow.
I might not have any tomorrows. I bent a knee, my toes latching on his trousers to drag it down. Ares groaned and broke the kiss. “Not yet,” he said roughly, his hand grabbing my ankle to stop me.
“Didn’t you bring me here to fuck me?” I asked.
“I want to stick my cock inside your hot, tight pussy more than anything,” he said in a ragged, lust-charged voice. “But I want to take it slow. I want to savor you.”
“You just want to torture me,” I whimpered.
He half chuckled, half choked on his own lust. “That, too. But I’m with you.”
Fine, I would let him play. He’d had countless women before, and I was inexperienced. I didn’t mind learning a few new tricks.
“At least take your pants off,” I breathed. “Let me see your dick.”
I was forever fascinated with it.
“You drive a hard bargain, woman,” he sighed.
As he dropped his trousers, his impressive cock sprang free, jerking upward proudly.
I let out a gasp.
Ares’ eyelids grew more hooded as he watched me stare at his cock with unbridled lust. His hand slid down to the hot place between my thighs and explored it.
His fingers caressed my clit in tortuously slow circles.
I lifted my bare pussy to press tighter against his hand, signaling him to enter me.
He obliged me and brushed open my folds. I could feel my inner walls clenching around his powerful finger. It glided in and out, its stroking quickening.
I moaned, and he twirled his finger inside me, caressing my walls.
I grabbed his hair and gasped, “More, Ares, I want more!”
A few more twirls and twists like that, and I would come hard.
The prince pulled his finger out.
“Ares!” I warned.
He inserted his finger into his mouth and suckled my juice from them. “The best taste ever,” he murmured.
“Put your finger back in,” I instructed. “And don’t pull it out unless I say so.”
“I can do that,” he said. “But let’s talk first.”
My eyes went wild. “Are you crazy?”
“I need your full attention.”
Fury sizzled in me; aching need rushed in my bloodstream. I was so frustrated that I almost wanted to kick him in the head, but that would do me no good. I had to entice him instead of antagonizing him if I ever wanted him to finish what he’d started and sate me.
“What do you want to talk about?” I hissed.
Lust was a rainstorm raging over his body, yet the Dragonian prince held an impressive self-control.
“Whenever you’re in bed with me,” he said, “you’re hotter than anything. But when you leave the bed, you’re cold toward me. Why is that?”
“You’re hot and cold to me as well,” I said.
“That was before I officially slept with you.”
“It changed nothing.”
“It’s changed everything, Freyja,” he said quietly.
Was he going to blame me for ruining his chance with the witch? When he’d rejected me twice before, he’d said that if he broke his celibacy and fucked any woman other than his true mate, he would lose the First Witch and the kingdom she was going to bring along.
“I didn’t force you,” I said.
“Will you be this defensive forever?” he asked in exasperation. “I brought you here, not just to lay with you. I need to know why you’re acting differently lately. You’re hostile. I want no more misunderstanding between us. I’m not a fucking mind-reader. I’m a warrior. If you aren’t happy, and if there’s anything you want, you’ll have to tell me directly. We’re done playing games. Tell me you understand this. Tell me what you want, and I’ll fuck you.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“That’s not the answer I’m looking for. Tell me what’s been bothering you. Help me to understand.”
“Other than that, I don’t know what I want,” I said.
“That’s exactly your problem, isn’t it?”
A sudden anger rose in me. “Like you have no problems? What am I to you, Ares? Am I your fucking whore?”
He sighed. “Your body and mind tell you a
different thing, don’t they? Have I ever treated you like a whore?”
“You’re using me to warm your bed until you can get the witch to heat it.”
Dark amusement sparked in his eyes. “You’re jealous.”
“Jealous?” I snorted. “I don’t do jealousy. If I were, I wouldn’t have handed you the noblewoman. If I were jealous, I would have clawed her eyes out when she laid her fingers on you like that.” To be honest, I’d almost charged to her when she tried to hook up with Ares.
“You almost succeeded in tricking me,” he said, temper rising. “If I hadn’t known better, I’d have let you ruin my future. I told you all actions have consequences. I haven’t even punished you for that yet.”
I swayed my hips, and his breathing grew ragged and his eyes darkened with barely contained lust.
“You can punish me now,” I purred, “as hard as you want.”
He pressed his hand on my belly, his every touch the fire of pleasure. In the back of my mind, I started to worry as the temperature in my body kept rising. I hated being weak at knees around Ares, so I’d resisted the mating call yesterday. Now lust was like raging fire in my blood. What if it turned to cursed fire if I didn’t get a release soon?
“Be still,” Ares said as he struggled to control his own lust. His cock was throbbing. A bead of moisture formed on its crown. He wanted to fuck me just as badly as I wanted to fuck him. “We’re not done talking,” he grated.
A lusty moan resonated in the room. It hadn’t come from me. I snapped my head to the left. The magic imprint of the past swirled alive.
The Fey Empress’ image lay beside me on the soft sheet. Her Angel unfurled his massive wings and thrust into her as she spread her legs wide for him. When he pulled out a few inches, I gasped at his manhood. It was as impressive as Ares’.
Had my lust conjured the image? Or was their lust so strong in this villa that my magical eyes caught it all again?
The lust and love between the Fey Empress and her Angel consort had been epic. Because of their love, they’d changed the future of Earth and given earthlings a surviving and evolving space. If they hadn’t felt that degree of lust that could shake the Heavens, my father—the Angel King—would still have ruled and enslaved Earth.
What would have become of me if King Agro were alive?
One significant fuck between a man and a woman could change history.
“Ares?” I whispered.
“Why are you distracted, Freyja?” Ares asked. “We need to finish this conversation. It’s important.”
He had such a hard time controlling his need and desire that he had to blame me for my writhing under his hand. But how could I lie still while I was watching—
The Angel fucked the Fey harder. She gasped and moaned in delight. His cock slid in and out of her pink pussy with rapid speed.
Their mating heated my blood.
“Ares, I can’t take it,” I whimpered. “Tell me what you want, quickly, and I’ll give it all to you.”
“I want you, Freyja,” his said, his thumb tracing across my quivering lower lip.
I turned my face away from the coupling, opened my mouth, and caught his finger between my teeth. He half shut his eyes as my tongue licked it.
“I’ve always wanted you,” he said. “I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you. I wanted you the moment I laid eyes upon you. Even after you threw a dagger at me, my blood still ran hot for you. I thought you might have put a spell on me back then, but you aren’t a witch. After I met the fake one and lost you in that store, I knew what you truly meant to me. And when I saw that fucking Angel thrusting his blade toward you . . . I’d never been so afraid in my life. At that moment, I vowed I would give up anything and anyone, if I could get you back alive.”
Though I was flattered that he’d wanted me so much right from the beginning, it was a bad idea to keep talking while the ache between my thighs pulsed with urgent, unbearable need.
The mating heat rendered me mindless and I couldn’t register much of his words.
Right beside me, the Angel and the Fey were still at it, moaning and groaning. I turned slightly to glance at them.
The Angel pulled his mate up, placing her legs on his shoulders as he pounded her relentlessly.
“I crossed one continent after another,” Ares said, “believing the next best thing would be over the horizon while it was right in front of me.”
What was he talking about? He wasn’t talking about me, was he?
I gave his cock a heated glance before turning to watch my phantom neighbors screw each other.
The High Prince slowed down to tease his mate. I could see every detail—how his large cock plunged into her shadowy valley and her folds locked his length. He withdrew an inch and thrust back in before quickening his pace.
I licked my lips. “Do you think the witch is waiting in the horizon, Ares?”
“Are you listening to me?” Ares asked, his voice harsh. “Do you want me to keep pursuing her? Is that what you truly want?”
How could I know with my sex-muddled mind? While he saw only me naked in front of him, I was tormented by the overstimulation. The Angel and the Fey were fucking right in front of my face!
“Huh?” I asked. “You’ve wanted the witch all along. Now you’re going to forget about her and move on?”
“Have you listened to what I told you?” he asked with exasperation. “Why do you keep looking to your left?”
“You aren’t exactly the romantic type, Prince Darken,” I sighed, trying to focus and get my shit together. “As the future ruler of Atlantis, you’re one of the most famous bachelors on Earth. Your reputation precedes you. You’ve never fallen for a female. You don’t pursue relationships. You’ve always been a heartbreaker. Even when you set out to seek the witch, you didn’t want her for her. You want what she’ll offer you.”
“Have I broken your heart?” he snickered. “I know I broke your maidenhead!”
“Because I didn’t give you a chance to break my heart,” I hissed, my mind suddenly sharpening due to my anger.
“Why do you think I want to break your heart?” he asked.
I waved at him dismissively. “I misspoke. I’ll never fall for you. There’s no heart there for you to break or tear.”
He looked hurt, which diluted the stormy lust in his eyes.
That wasn’t what I’d intended. I’d be foolish to discourage him while my body was aching with lust. I would say whatever I wanted after I had my relief.
The Fey Empress sank her fingers into the Angel’s thighs as he slammed into her, burying himself in her to the hilt. Her mouth fell open and she let out a lusty moan of pleasure. He drew back and thrust into her again, each stroke harder, faster, each stroke filled with more passion. Her thighs quivered and her grip on the Angel tightened. I was sure she was about to come.
“I might be what you said,” Ares said. “But after I met you, things changed. I’ve changed.”
“A Dragonian never diverts from a set path,” I murmured.
“Don’t forget I’m a hybrid. I’m half-advanced human, like you.”
“You still wanted to find the witch even after you slept with me.”
“Not exactly. I admit I was a bit curious. I wanted to see who she was, but I wasn’t going to marry her.”
“She’s beautiful and powerful beyond measure,” I reminded him.
“I don’t care. I met you.”
“The Oracle said she’s your fated mate.”
“To hell with the Oracle. To hell with the First Witch.”
He grabbed me, his mouth sealing my doubts, and maneuvered me onto his lap. He lifted my ass without breaking our kiss, the head of his cock aimed at my entrance.
The prince bucked up his hips, and his shaft penetrated through my tight channel and seated deeply inside me.
I screamed in pleasure.
“Your pussy is so tight, yet so resilient,” he said huskily. “It fits my cock perfectly.”
“Is this what you want, Freyja?” he asked, thrusting up.
I moaned. “Yes, Ares, yes!”
“You’re getting what you want, female,” he promised.
Ares kept his hands on my hips, his pace growing faster with each thrust. There was no gentleness in his moves. I could take it. I liked it. I’d always wanted it this way. I was a Nephilim, stronger than any mortal, except for the hybrid Dragonian prince.
He was one of a kind, unbreakable and unwavering. His strength rippled in each thrust, sending me over the high waves that tried to reach the dark stars.
“I’m going to fuck you without inhibition,” he said. “Can you take it?”
“Bring it on, Prince,” I purred.
Ares unleashed his lust, driving deeper and thrusting wildly into me, his movements so fast, they blurred my vision. I tried to move up and down, but he overpowered me. I was amazed that every pounding was more forceful than the previous ones, as if the hybrid prince had endless power.
My body lit up. Then I realized again that Ares was my electricity, and fucking me was the best way to recharge me. I absorbed his energy, yet I didn’t drain him like I did others. When the next wave pushed me to the divinely high, I gave him back some of mine.
Ares gasped in awe, feeling my reciprocal energy feed.
My fingers sank into his shoulders as I rocked against him, meeting his each frenzied thrust. My bountiful breasts bounced on my chest. While he fucked me hard, I fucked him back harder.
For a while, neither one of us spoke. We screwed each other like two wild beasts. He drove up and I plunged down. Every inch of his shaft rubbed my every spot in just the right way.
“I’ve never fucked like this,” he said. “I’ve never met my match until you.”
The pleasure was undoing me and remolding me, yet I craved more. My Dragonian was able to give me more. He could fuck at such strength and speed endlessly. My moans went out with a few short screams, and Ares bent his head and pulled my nipple into his mouth and suckled hard.
His cock grew larger and harder inside me, and his animalistic, erotic groans set me ablaze all over again.
I was wild. I was free. I was fire and ice, and my Dragonian was the savage who made my blood flow in a rush. But he thought I was savage.