by Meg Xuemei X
I didn’t feel any pleasure at their touch despite my cock aching with the urgent need for release.
I cupped the female’s cheeks, hard enough for her to stop sucking me. I yanked my cock out of her mouth, then grabbed the hand that held my heavy balls and removed it from my male member.
I shoved away the two courtiers facing me and looked for Rose.
My wings fanned out and covered my front, so no one would come to grab my cock again. For added security, I let black lightning spark on every inch of my wings. It would stun whoever dared touch me. I had to protect myself from being molested.
The courtiers moved away from me like ebbing waves, respectfully and fearfully giving me a wide berth.
Except for Rose.
She was right in front of me, leaning on the high pillows. She opened her legs, her sex glistening and enticing, waiting for my cock to charge in and enjoy.
“You want me?” She crooked a finger at me. “Come and get me.”
This time she wouldn’t pull the plug, the eager look in her whiskey-colored eyes promised the pleasure of the world and more.
All I had to do was to drive my cock into her heated channel, and I could finally have her. I could finally fuck her.
But there was one problem.
She might look like Rose; she didn’t smell of Rose.
Because she wasn’t Rose.
One of the courtiers had the magic of illusion. So clearly, this one waiting for me to fuck her was an imposter.
The courtier with the gift of glamour had disguised Rose and hid her among others.
Rose had brought them in; she’d given me the permission to have any and every female I wanted in the room.
“Will you put out your magnificent lightning please, my prince?” the Rose imposter requested.
Totally not Rose. My Rose didn’t beg. She demanded and commanded and ridiculed. She had no fear for my lightning. And she would never call it magnificent. She would use the word “unholy” or “obnoxious” to describe it when she wasn’t in a good mood.
I leapt off the bed, my eyes surveying the courtiers for the real princess.
The courtiers sensed my intention and came toward me. A bold one touched my feathers and immediately jumped back, yelping in pain.
Yeah, babes, come touch me again.
Black lightning sparkled brightly on my feather tips.
“If it weren’t for your princess’s sake,” I said, “a touch without my permission would get you killed.”
Someone hissed back. It was the real Rose. Panic left me. I’d been worried sick that she had slipped out of the room and that my lamb had gotten away again when I’d been distracted by these crazy, crafty Mysthian females.
I whipped my head in the direction, but the courtiers had all moved like annoying waves. Other than the fake princess in my bed, all others, Rose among them, wore masks.
“You,” I said, my chin jerking toward the phony, “get out. You’re not the princess. I’ve seen through your glamour.”
The courtiers froze for a beat.
I sniffed. Rose’s scent was fresh and vivid. I calmed. “Other males might be fooled by your tricks,” I said. “But I am the High Prince of All Angels. So stop your prank.”
The fake princess rolled off bed and padded toward me, swaying her hips. She wouldn’t give up, would she?
“Come and grab my dick,” I warned, “and I’ll hurt you.”
She halted and studied me, a real interest forming in her eyes. “You can have every one of us, including the princess. You can start with me as an appetizer.”
“Thanks, but I’m afraid I have to decline,” I said. My arms folding across my chest and my wings enfolding myself for protection, I scanned all the pretty masked faces. “Now, the party is over. Everyone leaves, except your princess. I want only the one who’s mine!”
“Good luck then, Prince,” the fake princess said acidly. She walked back into the courtiers’ ranks and blended in with the rest.
And now there were thirteen masked females in my quarters.
“Find her, then you’ll have your true lust,” someone challenged.
I sneered. Like that could stop me.
“You’ll have only one chance,” another masked courtier said. “Once you choose, you’ll stick with the one you pick, and the rest of us will leave.”
These damned Mysthians loved to play games!
“You really want to play this game, Rose?” I gritted.
The masked females stared back at me collectively.
I dropped my lightning and grabbed a courtier with a white lace venetian mask and sniffed. “Definitely not the princess.” I shoved her toward the door. “One out. Eleven to go.”
Before I snatched another to kick her out of the game, a courtier, who had the same sunset-auburn hair as Rose, stepped up and said, “This is not how we play, High Prince. You can’t just pick us one by one and sniff us like we are—”
“Yeah, yeah, you’re not bones,” I cut in. “You’re flowers. Yet none of you are that delicate when it comes to ambushing, manipulating, and tricking me.”
“High Prince, restrain yourself,” the one with Rose’s hair said. “Her Highness won’t be pleased if you’re so rude to her courtiers.”
She even mimicked Rose’s tone and hit every pitch. I narrowed my eyes. These females were not what they appeared to be under the disguises. I trained my eyes on the bold one and sniffed, then another courtier called, “One chance means you’ll get only one pick among us to find the real princess.”
“If you blow it, you’ll never have her, or me,” the sunset-auburn haired female added, drawing attention to herself. She might be the head of the courtiers, or the one who glamoured them all.
I frowned. “Are all fey females this annoying and opinionated?” Then I pointed at her and thumbed toward the door. “You sound like Princess Rose and even have her hair color, but you’re definitely not her. Out.”
She shrugged. “Are you sure, Seth? Your next pick will be your final.”
My nostrils flared.
Her scent, jasmine of night sky and her unique arousing female pheromones sang to me. No other scent could cover hers. No other scent could top hers. Even if I was blind, I would still single her out amid millions. I also smelled my own scent on her. It gratified me that my scent had already marked her as mine.
I followed our joined scent to a quiet female who wore a jeweled mask with blue diamonds. She stared back at me blankly.
I strode toward her. She didn’t back off, but she was holding her breath.
All of the courtiers stood very still. No hush, no laughter, and no mocking. The complete silence was bliss. They just watched.
Rose’s scent sang loudly and joyfully, beckoning me forward.
I couldn’t see her expression beneath her mask, but I heard her erratic heartbeat.
That was my Rose. She was waiting for me. I had passed the test. This fucking, frustrating game was over.
My black lightning flared on my wings in victory, reaching for the true princess.
The courtiers lunged to me. “Don’t hurt her!” they called.
“Step back, wenches,” I snarled. “I won’t hurt her.”
The courtiers stopped short as my wings came around and cocooned Rose; my lightning trailed along her face, neck, and arms, caressing and adoring her.
I trapped her inside. I wouldn’t give her a chance to vanish into the thin air. Who knew what those crazy females would do next. “Only the real princess can touch my lightning unharmed,” I declared, grabbing her waist and pulling her against my hard body.
Rose, who wore the blue jeweled mask, clasped her hands behind my neck, not protesting my hardness sticking against her belly. She gave me a sly look. “Are you sure I’m the one you want, High Prince?” she purred. “Careful of what you choose. Once you pick, there’s no turning back.”
“I can sniff you out even if they hide you among an army of millions on the bloody battlefie
ld,” I scowled. “Even if you flee to Earth’s farthest corner, I’ll still find you. And Princess, don’t forget my scent is all over you.”
She smiled, but I didn’t feel even slightly amused.
I’d been sure that I finally got to fuck her, and then all this drama wheeled in and hit me in the face. I grew weary.
My cock was steely hard and ached so much. I was going to explode if she pulled out another stunt.
Rose snapped her fingers behind my neck, and I jumped. Until I saw that she wasn’t going to trick me but instead, her glamour fell off.
She wore no mask but a white gown.
“You found me, Seth,” she whispered in delight.
“Of course,” I snorted. “Why should it be a surprise?”
“I thought you’d appreciate my generous gesture,” she said. “I was offering you the best females who know every trick in bed. And you can have all of us. Isn’t that every male’s fantasy?”
“Been there, done that. The fantasy sucked.” I barked a dark laugh. “And I’m not every male. My deal is with you. You can’t just shift the package at the last minute!”
She rolled her eyes. “I remember that you said you wouldn’t hold me to my part of the bargain anymore. You gave up your rights to claim me. You said I was free.”
“I said all those things and meant them,” I said. “But then you had to come back to seek me out and toy with me more, as if my past torture wasn’t enough. And then you decided to dump me to your courtiers as if I meant nothing to you. One does not taunt me like that—” I swallowed the rest “—still got to live to see the light.”
“I wasn’t teasing or taunting you, Seth,” she said. “As I said, I was offering you the fantasy every male dreamed of. You can have me. You can have us all.”
My wing swept toward a courtier and brought her to our circle. “You want me to fuck her before you?” I cupped the female’s breast, my eyes never leaving Rose. I wanted to see her reaction. “You want me to fuck all of them?”
A dark light flashed by her eyes before she put on an emotionless mask. How I wanted to tear her mask off and grind it to dust with my bare hands.
“As you wish,” she said, her arms loosening from my neck. She stepped back to put distance between us.
“When did you start to care what I want?” I asked, letting go of the female courtier. I didn’t even pay attention to which one I’d grabbed.
Rose placed her hands on her enticing hips. “Are we going to stand here and quarrel for the rest of the day? Decide, Prince. I have better things to do.”
“Fine,” I said with anger. “I’ll fuck every one of them except you!”
I was beyond fury that she would share me. Then I squinted in puzzlement. I had never had an exclusive sexual relationship with any female before. Why was I so upset that the princess didn’t want exclusiveness? If any angel heard about this, they would laugh to tears, supposing they could believe it.
“Fine!” the princess said. “Enjoy yourself.”
She turned to leave, but I lunged, grabbing her shoulders, and my wings formed walls around us again. “You’re not going anywhere, Princess!” I said. “I’m not done with you.”
The courtiers closed in on us, ready to defend their princess; some of them produced daggers that could cut into an angel’s flesh. I could kill them all with one strike. They knew that, yet it didn’t stop them.
Those seductresses had shifted to warriors, no longer soft and sexy. Menace and hatred rolled off them. The days with my brother had taken a toll on them. Rose sensed that too.
“I’ll be fine,” she called. “The High Prince won’t hurt me.” She turned to me. “Are you going to force me, Seth?”
“You still ask me that after all this time with me?” I asked.
“Then let me go,” she said.
I withdrew my hands and wings. I had never felt so deflated and defeated in my long existence. The universe really hated me. “Go as you desire.” I sighed. “Send the word when you’re ready and I’ll deliver you to safety. The wedding is in three days, so you’d better decide tonight.”
Instead of walking away, the fey princess stepped toward me and pressed her palm against my face. “Seth, you’re too frustrated to think straight. You misunderstood my intention. I wouldn’t taunt you after you put your own future in jeopardy to save me.” She swallowed. “I thought this is what you wanted. You have a reputation. You once had over a hundred females in one night. You broke the record of all males.”
I had been drunk with the strongest angel brew that night, for I had long since lost a sense of myself and all dreams and visions. I had fucked non-stop to rip out that unbearable cold abyss inside me. I’d known then that soon I would turn to unfeeling, so I’d fucked every female and everything that moved in the room to feel something. That night I had turned into the living dead when I’d been inside the females.
After that night, I hadn’t been able to feel anything, not even the ripple of time, until Rose came to my life.
“That was before I met you,” I said. “I’m now even more doomed than I’d ever been. You just broadcasted my secret that I can only have a hard-on for you, but you’ll never let me have you. I’m cursed through and through. This unbridled lust boils in me like poison and it will never leave my veins.”
Rose winced, and I noticed that my hands on her arms had tightened to an iron grip. I at once released her. “Sorry, Rose. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’ll never hurt you. But I don’t want to share you, and I hate it when you don’t care and want to throw me away like I’m yesterday’s meat.”
“Such temper,” Rose said.
The courtiers watched quietly. I’d shown my weakness and vulnerability in front of them all. Look what Rose could make me do.
“Is it so wrong that I want only you?” I asked quietly.
“No, Seth,” she said, brushing her thumb over my mouth.
The pleasure from her tender touch expelled some of my dark anger and angst.
It pained me that I still wanted her so much. I still wanted her more than anything in the whole universe.
Rose tilted her chin toward her courtiers. They bowed and filed out of the room.
No one spared me a second look, but one of them closed the door behind them.
Her hand laced in my hair, and Rose pressed her lips against mine. As I demanded she open her mouth, she obliged and let her tongue dance with mine.
“No more games?” I rasped against her lips.
“A favor then?”
“Please, no more fancy ideas.”
I wanted her. I needed her. I had to have her now, or I would go supernova.
I moved her gown up to her waist, and she wrapped a leg around my thigh.
Her pink, plump petals parted for me.
I exhaled.
Wasting no time, I held the crown of my hard cock, placed it against her entrance, and shoved into her tight sheath.
Finally!
She gasped. Her eyes widened.
Mine! My primal male instinct roared as I drove home with my first thrust.
Mine!
READ THE EMPRESS OF MYSTH
More Books by Meg Xuemei X
EMPRESS OF MYSTH SERIES
Angel’s Forbidden Lust
Angel’s Indecent Proposal
Angel’s Fated Mate
Angel’s Storm Magic
THE WAR OF GODS SERIES
A Court of Blood and Void
A Court of Fire and Metal
A Court of Ice and Wind
A Court of Earth and Ether
THE FIRST WITCH SERIES
The Dragonian’s Witch
The Witch’s Consort
TRUE MATE SERIES
Claim the Wolf King
Claim the Leopard Princess
Claim the Vampire Consort
THE CURSED DRAGON QUEEN & HER MATES
The Fury Queen’s Harem
The Dragon Queen’s Harem
The Fae Quee
n’s Harem
DARK CHEMISTRY SERIES
The Siren
The Prince
The Red Queen
THE WICKEDEST WITCH SERIES
Wicked Witch
Dark Vampire
Fallen Angel
The Girl Next Door: A Small Town Romance
Claim the Wolf King received the
2017 SFR Galaxy Best Dare award
"The story is a fun combination of supernatural and science fiction with strong characters and a wicked love story. This book packs a punch." - Recognizing the Standout Books in Science Fiction Romance - SFR Galaxy Award. ★★★★★
About the Author
Meg Xuemei X is a USA Today bestselling author. She writes steamy paranormal and sci-fi romance. She finds it dreamingly delightful to be around drop-dead gorgeous alpha males who are forever tormented by her feisty heroines, formidable alien angels, wild shifters, haughty fey, dark vampires, and cunning witches.
She's visited the universe of The Empress of Mysth, The First Witch, and Dark Chemistry. Next she'll boldly go to the badland of The Wickedest Witch. At this moment, in her southern California abode, she's packing as many forbidden weapons as she can carry. Her favorite one is a magical whip.
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