by Meg Xuemei X
An amused smirk danced in his eyes. The angel slanted his fever-hot, hungry mouth over mine. Heat hit my every cell, and a moan escaped from the back of my throat, which excited him even more. He groaned, but before I could demand we at least exchange pleasantries, like: “How do you feel, honey?” or “I’ve missed you,” his hand palmed that intimate space between my legs and fondled it.
The angel let out a satisfied growl at my lush wetness. “My kind of female,” he said in approval, when he realized I wasn’t wearing panties.
Seth? I tried to slow him down, but his finger thrust into my heated channel.
In and out and in. Slowly at first, then the move grew urgent.
I moaned, then I protested when he drew out his finger. He licked the juices on it. Wildfire swept over me. He had tasted me many times. Now was my turn to savor him. I pushed him down on the pillow and straddled him.
My ravenous lips traced from his jaw to his neck and chest, all the way down to my real interest. Seth rasped as my mouth curled around the base of his heavy shaft. “Will you give me oral satisfaction, female?” he said. “I constantly picture how you lick me.”
I flicked out my tongue and traced his length up to the head of his shaft, my lips half wrapping his cock; my teeth nipping it.
My male bucked his hips and cursed in his angelic tongue. I laughed against his crown, then, in one smooth move, had it completely in my mouth.
Earth! The angel tasted divine. He smelled like my home: faint pine and fine wine and the rain in the red forest.
My tongue thrust toward his moist slit and licked it hard, my teeth grazing the bottom rings of his crown. The delicious scent of his thick, dark arousal fueled my lust, and his erotic groans were fire in my blood. I could suck him forever.
As my lips glided down, wanting more of the angel, a deep, primal sound rumbled in his chest. I suckled him hard and senseless.
Pure lust twisted my male’s face. He thrust upward toward my throat. My tongue swept his length wildly and my teeth bit his skin, making my male growl like a savage.
“Female, I need to taste your cream!” he demanded.
Then he pounced. He wheeled me, lifted up my hips, and knelt between my thighs, his hungry mouth upon my flesh. His tongue licked and circled my swollen clitoris before it thrust into my heated channel.
I grappled the sheet as pleasure rammed into me. When the sensation became too much, I grabbed the angel’s hair and pulled hard. He withdrew his wicked tongue, and stared at my aroused pussy.
My blood heated to the boiling point.
“This is the most lovely, erotic view in the broad universe, eroma,” he gasped, his nostrils flaring. Then he dove toward my bare flesh, placing its entirety in his mouth. He kissed and sucked it deeply.
“Oh, Seth,” I moaned. “I can’t take it any longer. But more, please.”
“I’ll give you more, female!” he said roughly. One last lick, then his tongue left me.
The mighty angel mounted me, his hard, heavy cock aiming at my entrance.
I writhed beneath him.
That undid him. He gazed at me with the look of a feral beast. It turned me on so badly that I whimpered and begged him to fuck me shamelessly.
With a powerful, long glide, the angel drove deep into me. I arched my back, a gasp escaping me. Without breaking a sweat, he thrust harder. He pulled back an inch before shoving back into me as if it were the end of the world and I was the only female there.
As he pounded me relentlessly, I knew what my male needed. It was more than pure lust for him. He wanted to hold this moment as real and solid as it could be. And I wanted to convince him that I was real, and we were together.
Only tangible sensations—flesh inside flesh—could affirm to our minds and hearts that we were with each other.
I wasn’t completely without complaint at such a raw fuck.
The angel didn’t even remove my clothes. Just when I was about to voice how outrageous it was he tore off my royal gown. Rude, but effective. He then dipped his head low and took my nipple into his mouth. He sucked it hard, as if he’d never sucked a tit before.
A true savage! But this savage was mine.
I slammed my hips up to receive him deeper, for I couldn’t get enough of him, even though I had all his glorious, enormous length inside me.
He let out a low, guttural sound, releasing the wildest beast in him.
I spread my legs wide for him, yet he didn’t think it good enough. The barbarian pulled back slightly, lifted my legs, and bent my knees. He now half knelt, staring at my bare opening that gloved his cock tightly. Seth drove into me with the force of the heavens he had departed.
There was no talk—only his flesh slapping against mine. I moved with him to meet his every erotic, immortal stroke.
Ancient, immersed power rolled off him and submerged into me. I gasped at the overwhelming force, but it only caressed me and fed me purest energy and pleasure beyond measure. I whimpered and moaned breathlessly, afraid I would implode from the carnal delight.
I was at the edge of orgasm.
Every inch of the angel’s shaft kept rubbing my receptive inner walls; its silky, hard crown squeezed into the narrow passage that led into my cervix.
I would die for this!
My fingernails sank into his ass.
He groaned roughly. “Come on me, baby!” He knew I could no longer contain it, though I tried to hold off for as long as I could. I didn’t want this to end. My male was on the verge, too. His rhythm had become erratic with accelerated, short thrusts.
His eyes were dark fire. Unbridled lust twisted his face, yet it was so arousing.
I slammed up to meet him, my inner walls clenching him and demanding he gave it his all.
Lightning jutting from him, my male was about to roar.
“No, you won’t!” I warned, even as the first wave of climax hit me, even as his hot semen shot straight into my depth. “My people will hear,” I said in between labored breaths, “and my guards will charge in.”
The angel gave me a long-suffering look before biting into his forearm to muffle his release. A sacrifice he would learn to get used to as the consort to the Empress of Mysth. We no longer had the luxury of privacy.
To his credit, his lightning didn’t burst out of the room to strike across the sky and scare people.
Before a scream of pleasure left my lips, I looked for something to bite into, but the pillows were beneath me. I turned my face and bit Seth’s other arm for convenience.
He sent me another resigned look.
As my panting eased and evened, I told him, “You’re too heavy on me.”
He sighed, reluctantly pulling out and rolling off me.
“Your wound,” I called in alarm as he lay on his back.
“It’s basically healed, thanks to you and your healers,” he said, grabbing me as if afraid I would disappear. I rested my face on his firm chest, my fingers tracing his rib cage and hard muscles in contentment.
“How dare they put me to sleep!” he grunted. “You could have been in danger while they knocked me out. I believe punishment is in order!”
“I think not, High Prince,” I said. “This is the realm of Mysth, and we don’t enact harsh punishment easily. We aren’t exactly a military operation.”
“Then you should run it like a military operation,” he said. “We’re at war, and war will always find us even after we win. My warriors are capable and they will train your army.”
“Are you telling me how to run my kingdom,” I said, “right after I satisfied you?”
“You’ll always satisfy me,” he said. “And I’ll tell you what I need to tell you.”
Such arrogance! But did I really want to tame my wild male? Could I really tame him? I had to admit with a certain pride that I had changed him a bit. I had softened his hard edge and icy façade and definitely added sweetness to his menacing nature.
My mate was always straightforward. He would never learn o
r care for the Mysthian court intrigue and etiquette. I would be a fool not to recognize the practical truth in his words. In wartime, we needed a war mode, and Seth was the most experienced war leader we had.
However, I was the Empress of Mysth, and finding balance was part of my job.
“Well, think of a war arrangement,” I said. “You need to incorporate your soldiers into my army. You need to teach them to tone it down. They’ve been giving my generals tons of headaches.”
The angels harbored an inbred sense of superiority. They followed a strict hierarchical structure and took over the alpha roles while their High Prince was unconscious.
“Gabriel arrogantly told General Goodwin that the Mysthians shouldn’t complain about his crew’s attitude,” I told Seth, “since it was such a gain for the fey to have the mightiest angel ally with the best battleships and warriors at their disposal.”
“Gabriel spoke the truth,” Seth said in approvingly.
I arched an eyebrow. “Is it a good practice for your team to openly criticize my military enterprise and humiliate my warriors?”
“Quite good,” Seth said. “The Mysthians must learn from the best in order to improve themselves.”
“You angels need to respect our ways and our culture!” I said.
Seth waved a hand dismissively. “I don’t care about the weakling cultures, and I won’t have a weak army defend my mate!”
“To defend your weak mate?” I asked, fuming.
He gave me a lazy, sidelong look. “My mate is my equal, but your army is not ready. But no worries, love. I plan to change that in no time.”
Seth would order a crash course with my generals faster and harder than the ThunderSong’s captain.
My army already had issues with our Dragonian ally parked outside Mysth, and now my mate’s angels were adding further complications. But we couldn’t rid ourselves of either one of them. In this war, we needed all the help we could get.
Besides, though harsh, Seth made a solid point.
“I can see where your captain’s arrogance comes from,” I said.
My mate intended to lead the army. I needed to bring him and my generals together. They were pure alpha males, and I hadn’t much time to smooth things out since war was already upon us.
Seth seemed to read my anxiety. “I’ll take care of the war, eroma,” he said, his hand stroking my nipple casually. “My army will be here in a day or two. Right now, I don’t want to waste my precious time discussing military strategies with my lovely female.”
Would he always be such a condescending ass? I sighed. He had been that way for eons as one of the most privileged, formidable angels and heir to the Lord of All Angels. From the moment I set eyes on him, I never saw him being sweet toward anyone. Even with me, his tenderness carried a hard edge.
I started to worry. But considering he was still recovering from near-fatal wounds, I let it go. I would give him a piece of my mind later. I would tell him he needed to adjust his attitude.
But it was also unrealistic to expect him to change overnight.
We would have a lot to learn about each other, even though our bodies were well acquainted and forever hungry for each other. But for this relationship to work, we couldn’t just be great in bed. We needed to set up some new rules and boundaries, and my male must learn to compromise.
For Earth’s sake, we had mated against all odds.
I would have to be patient in helping him adapt, but I doubted if he even understood what relationships meant, given he’d never had one in his long, immortal life. He had never fucked any female twice except me. I sighed again. There would be challenges at every turn, even after we won this war against his race.
My mental calculations didn’t stop my nipple from tightening as his fingers squeezed it, and my need to have him inside me drove my body to a new frenzy—at least until his hand stopped moving on my breast.
“Where’s my breakfast?” he demanded.
I arched an eyebrow again, though I was glad that he asked for food, which meant he was recovering at super speed.
“Would this be the pattern of our domestic life, Prince?” I asked. “You constantly demand meals, sex, and whatever comes to your mind?”
He blinked. Right, whatever he’d asked for as the High Prince of All Angels, his need had been promptly met, or “punishment is in order.”
“You skipped it in your sleep, High Prince,” I said coolly. “Though I’ll be glad to get you lunch. Would you mind getting dressed and having your meal in the great dining hall?” I gave his magnificent body a once-over. “Or I can have it delivered here.”
“Deliver it here,” he ordered.
“You do know that I’m the Empress, right?”
“Then you can make them come quicker,” he said.
Oh, Earth. I narrowed my eyes, despite my tender heart still bleeding for his suffering. “I beg your pardon?”
“I’m famished, love,” he quickly added to gain my sympathy, and when he saw I wasn’t moved, he crushed me against his chest and brushed a casual kiss over my head. Good radiance! That was his way to apologize for his usual rudeness?
“I don’t want to share my mate with anyone for at least a few more hours,” he said. “You’re the empress now, your kingdom will compete with me for your attention, and the war will take me away from you. But until then, I choose to spend my time with you.”
“If you put it that way,” I said, throwing the fine blanket over his naked body before sending my ladies-in-waiting a telepathic message to have them bring food for Seth.
“Don’t want anyone to see my nice body?” Seth grinned at me. “Quite possessive, aren’t you, my little mate?”
“You haven’t seen how possessive I can be.”
“We angels don’t mind nudity much, love,” he said, as if afraid I would ban him from sleeping naked in our bed. He darted his gaze to my fragmented gown. He had torn it when he had thrust wildly in me. I couldn’t imagine how hard he would fuck me when he got his strength back.
Heat smoldered in the savage’s silver eyes again.
My pulse picked up, but I wanted my male to have food first. So, I gave him a reproachful look before glancing at the huge bulge from his groin beneath the sheet. I licked my lips and grabbed a pillow to cover his erection.
“I can go on without food for weeks,” he said hoarsely, pure lust lighting his eyes, “but I can’t go on without tasting you. Come, eroma, get on top of me and ride your male!”
I turned down his offer before he threw the blanket off and dragged me onto his lap, though I very much wanted to put his cock inside me. “Not until you eat, Prince.”
He gave me a dark look. “I’m no longer a prince.”
At one point, if he decided to spend his life with me, we would have to talk about his new title: consort emperor.
“And you still want me,” he said, then regarded me with a brooded, uncertain look. “You still want me, right, Rose?”
“I let you fuck me, didn’t I?”
“I lost my title and all of my riches,” he said. “My father froze all of my accounts across the universe.”
“You think I care for those things?”
“I no longer have wings,” he said bitterly. “I can no longer take you to see the stars. I can no longer…”
“Stop, Seth,” I said.
“I’m a cripple,” he said. “And I’m not even your race.”
“Didn’t expect you to be the racist,” I said. “And do you really think I’m that shallow?”
“Fey are notoriously vain and superficial,” he said.
I leaned away from him. “Should I brace for more insults?”
Before I removed my hand from stroking his chest, his grabbed it and pressed it against his heart. “You came for me, eroma. I never expected you to come for me, but you came.”
I glimpsed a hint of tears sparkling in his silver eyes. “You should never have doubted me.”
“I was supposed to be the
one to protect my mate, but you saved me instead.”
“You brought me a spaceship with a snotty captain and crew,” I said.
He chuckled. How I loved his dark, sexy laughter. I wanted my warrior prince to laugh and smile more. “And my mighty army will follow,” he said in confidence. “Since you’re happy with me bringing you an army from the heavens, do I get a reward?”
Without waiting for confirmation, the prince moved my hand from his chest and took it lower toward his groin.
Heat pounded between my thighs. I was more than happy and ready to play with his cock.
A knock tabbed on the door.
Food for the consort, Souline informed me via telepathy.
My court now called him consort. I wondered how Seth would react when he heard it.
I jerked my hand back from the huge bulge under the sheet and gave him a chiding look. “Wait a second,” I said loudly, more for his sake than mine, though I quickly put on a new robe.
“Enter,” I called.
Souline rolled in a food cart and swiftly closed the door behind her, shutting out the curious, nervous glimpses from the outer suite.
She didn’t need to serve my mate food in person since there was a team under her supervision, but she insisted on dressing and feeding me by herself every day, and now Seth was included in her good graces.
She approved of him, or at least no longer feared him. The service team under her was still scared of Seth. His mere presence made a lot of people nervous. Even without his wings, the former High Prince of All Angels let his immeasurable power and menace emanate from him at all times. He never cared for others’ feelings and opinions, except for mine.
Souline set the table. I had asked for soup, bread, and some fruit for Seth, but she brought a feast that could feed a small army.
Seth thanked her.
As soon as my lady-in-waiting politely withdrew to give us privacy, the prince jumped off the bed and perched on a chair. Earth! But at least he put on the pair of loose trousers Souline set aside for him.
I sipped my wine, watching my mate devour food as if he hadn’t eaten for a century. Strangely, I had never felt so content.
He dipped the last piece of bread into the stew, about to insert it into his mouth, when he stopped and looked at me from across the table, finally aware of my existence.