by Marian Tee
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Not even when he himself felt his balls tightening, and he started cumming inside of her---
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Not even when hours turned into days.
Not for fucking anything did he stop.
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While making a call to the twins and instructing them about having food regularly delivered, he had her on fours, his cock plunging in and out of her from behind.
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When he had to grab the deliveries the twins left in the kitchen, he would carry her out of the room, with Estrella bouncing on his cock as he walked.
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It was only when she had passed out for the sixth time on the fourth day did lust ever so slightly loosen its grip on his senses, and he was able to force himself to pull away so her well-fucked body could rest.
I love you. She had said it over and over in the past few days. Cried it. Whispered it. Had her heart sing it. So much so that he could hear still hear the words caressing his mind as he looked down at her.
It made no sense, this devotion of hers. But it was there, and as he watched his beautiful Star sleep, Lysander swore to himself that she must never ever learn she was not his first choice for mate.
11
Two weeks had already passed since the consummation of the royal couple's marriage, and as the twins expected, their prince's mood had improved by leaps and bounds. He spoke more often now, too, and spent less time in Ammon's form. More importantly, he no longer seemed inclined to chew heads off anytime a guy's glance lingered on Estrella for more than a second. Nowadays, men foolish enough to still persist in courting the princess, hoping she would choose one of them over the prince, only had their kneecaps crushed under Lysander's mighty paws.
It was all about timing, and in the prince's case, one had to wait until he had the look of someone who had most recently enjoyed his wife's...attentions. These were the times the prince would be in a more relaxed and generous frame of mind, and it was why the most idiotic of Estrella's suitors were still alive and in one piece. A broken kneecap or two might hurt as fuck, but it was still reparable at least. Lost, spat-out body parts would've remained...lost.
Back in the day, Lysander had been the most uncompromising and staunchly traditional individual, and it was rather ironic that having an ancient beast rest inside of him would turn out to be the key to making the Fae prince more inclined to concessions.
That...and sex.
Lots and lots and lots and lots of sex.
And such things could happen at anytime of the day -
Like now.
The twins remained poker-faced while standing guard outside the van, which had been rocking for the past twenty-five minutes like it alone was suffering from a magnitude 10 earthquake. On one hand, the fact that just about anything could make Lysander hunger for his wife's touch might pose a problem during formal occasions like the monthly assemblies at L'Alliance. But if, on the other hand, this was all it took to keep Lysander's inner beast safely leashed...
Just one more week, Alain thought. If this one week could end without any incident, then they could finally submit their formal application to the L'Alliance and have the prince's request of membership put to vote.
Another ten minutes had passed before the van door slid open, and the twins along with the two other soldiers with them were allowed back in. Their prince was lounging lazily in one of the captain seats, one arm around a red-faced Estrella, who was seated on his lap.
The air inside the van was still thick with the scent of sex, but Lysander's men were now used to ignoring this. Estrella, however, was not, and she still couldn't help cringing and squirming, knowing that everyone knew exactly why Lysander had suddenly ordered the soldier behind the wheel to pull over and got everyone out in the middle of the highway.
It wasn't that she didn't enjoy Lysander's attentions, but did they really have to do it every time his cock so much as twitched in her presence? At the rate things were going, she had a feeling she'd be barefoot and pregnant before the next full moon---
I'd like that.
Estrella made a face even as her cheeks became flushed with pleasure at his words. Truly?
Lysander placed a hand over his wife's flat belly. I would love to see this round with my child.
Her toes curled. Oh, Lys. And this time, she couldn't care what anyone else thought. She just had to throw her arms around his neck because she was so, so happy. I love you.
Lysander pressed a kiss to the top of her head. Thank you.
It wasn't what she wanted to hear, but neither did the words make her sad. Lysander had chosen her to be his wife, and that had to mean something. She just had to be patient. One day, he would love her back.
The Allards' estate in Coral Springs was over two centuries old, a small but handsome manor surrounded by red maples and hornbeams and with private access to a small, sparkling lake at the back. Day or night, the home made an undeniably charming picture, but just as undeniable was how inadequate the place was to serve as the official seat of the Fae's ruling family.
One look was enough for Lysander to know that countless repairs had yet to be done, and the property was practically falling apart. A snarl of rage tore past his fangs, and Estrella turned to him in surprise. Lysander?
He had jumped out of the van upon his first sight of the property and landed on all fours, having shifted mid-leap. After asking Estrella to climb on his back and hold on, he tore off, his limbs devouring the distance in breaknecking speed until they found themselves atop a small hill, and the full expanse of the estate spread out below them.
Estrella could feel her husband's displeasure growing by the second. Lysander? What's wrong?
This place isn't fit for a woman like you. Lysander's bitter tone reflected his inner turmoil. In the past few days, the twins had helped bring him up to speed about the strange new world they now lived in. And it was new, despite looking no different on the surface.
Like Estrella had once told him, preters were now a celebrity obsession, and even the fact that Lysander was more beast than Fae now wasn't enough to terrify humans into keeping their distance. Preters of all kinds fascinated them, and media coverage that showed Lysander in beast form coming to Estrella's rescue had actually resulted into a 5,000 percent spike on Google searches for "dino porn". Even the self-published author of Bigfoot erotica books had credited Lysander for the huge and sudden jump in her book sales.
The whole thing was absurd, but even so, he might've found the humor in it...if not for the periodic mention of Domenico Moretti in the very same reports. Pampered baby sister. Privileged existence. Never worked a day in her life. That was who Estrella had been with Domenico.
But the moment she had worn his ring on her finger, she had to publicly distance herself from her pack, move into an old, rundown manor and inherit a mountain of problems that Lysander's disappearance had left behind.
So fuck no, it just wasn't a matter of this place not being fit for her. He himself wasn't fit for her---
Lysander? A warm rush of concern flowed into him with her thoughts. What's wrong?
Everything was wrong. This whole marriage was wrong. But he knew that was only his pride speaking. Instead, he focused on something more pragmatic. I left money for you. Did you not get it?
Estrella swallowed hard, realizing the time had come for her to confess. I did.
Lysander's gaze narrowed at the way his mate's voice had all of a sudden become small and subdued, almost scared even. Have you been hiding something from me?
Not deliberately, but... Estrella shifted in her feet as she tried to think of the best way to break the truth to Lysander. I know you had plans for the money. The twins told me how it was supposed to take care for all my needs, and at first, I truly did intend to follow your instructions to the letter.
But?
Her mouth opened and cl
osed. The words just wouldn't get out, and she stared up at him pleadingly. A moment later, she heard him sigh in her mind, and she almost expired in relief. It was just like the old days, and whenever Lysander found out she was in trouble, he would simply be exasperated in the end but never furious or, worse, disappointed.
Go on, tell me the lot of it, my Star.
His dry tone made her relax, and this time she found it easy to speak. "When the twins first introduced me to the people as your wife, I was able to talk to some of them, and that's when I learned that the money you gave me could be used for something else."
Something more important than putting your home to right?
Estrella found herself lifting her chin even though she still couldn't quite meet his gaze. "Remember what you wrote? You told me to keep your kingdom safe for me." And because she was looking elsewhere, she completely missed the way Lysander stiffened and how the twins, having finally caught up with them, had turned white at her words.
"So that's what I did."
And that was how Lysander ended up being given the grand tour of what his princess proudly claimed as the world's first anti-vampire defense laboratory. The underground state-of-the-art facility had been built within the secret chambers of an abandoned mine. It was also 100% Fae-owned and its current value was expected to grow exponentially once it went public.
Questions raced in his mind, and Lysander shifted out of Ammon's form in order to speak to the twins directly. "Are there people still investigating the kidnapping attempt on my wife?"
It took Aluin more than a second to reply, having been slightly thrown off by the prince's sudden change of subject. "It's still an open case with local authorities and the FBI, and our own men are looking into it as well."
"I...see.' It was the prince's turn to answer in a similarly delayed fashion. Shrill, internal squealing had commenced the moment he referred to Estrella as his wife, and not only did it hurt his ears like hell, but all the high-pitched noise also had him struggling to hear Aluin's words.
Open case...FBI...local authorities...our own men...
Lysander's face hardened. It was exactly as he expected, but the knowledge that he was right didn't please him at all.
Alain noticed the suddenly harsh expression on the prince's face. "Your Highness?"
"This laboratory." Lysander's tone was abrupt. "Who else knows of it?"
"Outside the people in this room and a few other soldiers with the highest security clearance, the ony ones else aware of it are the immediate members of the princess' Lyccan family."
Shit. This was exactly as he feared as well.
Estrella was starting to feel nervous. "Why are you asking these questions?"
"Because this lab is no longer as hidden as you all think. We either have a mole in our midst or one of us has had his cover blown." Lysander's tone hardened. "This is the reason why none of our investigations into the kidnapping have wielded results. All of us were looking at the wrong direction. The goal of the abduction wasn't to gain Estrella's hand in marriage and become her co-ruler. They wanted to kidnap Estrella in order to find the laboratory---"
Estrella could feel herself paling as she realized what Lysander was saying. "They wanted to destroy the laboratory," she whispered sickly. Because the ones pulling the strings were the creatures the laboratory had been designed to kill.
Vampires.
12
Lysander still wasn't back yet. He had excused himself after dinner, saying he needed to shift and look around the property to see how secure it was. The words seemed plausible enough, but she just wasn't buying it, even with the tender way he had placed a kiss on the top of her head before leaving, and not even when the gesture had the twins shaking their heads with disbelief.
It just shows how cold and reserved the prince used to be, Aluin had remarked dryly, that soul fusing with an ancient beast actually made him more human.
And maybe that was true, but...she just couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something more to it. After all, if it were up to the beast inside him, Lysander would be glued to her side day and night. So him choosing to be alone...something was definitely up. Her wifely intuition---
*insert internal squealing*
You'll have me deaf before the year ends, ma belle etoile.
Lysander's murmur in her mind had Estrella gasping and she whirled around just in time to see his beastly form climb up the balcony before shifting mid-walk as he strode inside the bedroom.
Estrella still couldn't help fanning herself as her husband stood naked in front of her. He had already been impossibly gorgeous and sexy when she first met him, but now he was a thousand times hotter, and it wasn't just because he had grown stronger and more powerful. In the past, his grief and bitterness over his family's demise had created a vein of vulnerability inside of him, and his attempt to bury it under his stiff pride had only served to weaken and isolate him.
But now...he was different.
It was as if all those days he had spent battling against Ammon had brought him to his knees, humbled him to the point that he was forced to accept all his flaws - and claw past it. Even though she and the twins hadn't spoken about it, Estrella knew the two men had also noticed the changes in him. The old Lysander would have very much minded that the world knew Estrella to be the ruler of Faes now, not him. The old Lysander would have felt insulted that the twins wished more time to test his hold on his beast, and the old Lysander would have certainly baulked when the twins also suggested that he keep a low profile for the time being.
But most importantly of all, the old Lysander would have still been hung up over Misty...
Lysander's growl in her mind startled Estrella into jumping back just as her husband's fingers clamped around her waist.
Violet eyes blazed down at her in a mixture of annoyance and exasperation. Stop distressing yourself over such nonsense.
S-sorry---
Another growl cut her off, one that made clear Lysander didn't find her apology sufficient at all. Do you not see that I am the one man in the world you would never have to worry about being unfaithful? I am literally and physically incapable of it, and the beast inside me would rather yank my cock back into my ass before he lets us harm a single hair on your head.
Estrella couldn't answer right away, her mind caught up by the picture his words painted. The beast could do that? Grab his cock from within and then tear past flesh, muscles, and bones to push his cock out through the back exit---
Lysander groaned out loud. Focus, wife! But despite the reprimand, he himself couldn't keep his lips from slightly twitching. I was rather graphic with that, wasn't I?
You think? Estrella was doing her best not to laugh, but the moment she saw Lysander grimace, she could no longer help it.
The sound of her laughter filled the room, and a smile briefly softened Lysander's handsome face. This was how he always wanted her to be. Happy and content, without a worry in the world. But because she had chosen to be his mate...
Estrella was surprised when Lysander suddenly cupped her face. "Husband?"
"Let this be the last time you worry about your brother's wife."
The imperious tone of his voice made Estrella feel like a rookie soldier being ordered around by his commander.
"She is in the past, and whatever attraction I initially felt for her was obliterated the moment you became mine. Do you understand?"
Only this time, the commander was the sexiest beast in the planet...and he was all hers.
She just had to find the courage to believe---
"Ah!"
Without any warning, Lysander had reached for her hand to place it on his cock, which was of course already straining and twitching, and so monstrously thick with arousal that it had her gulping hard.
"Here is your proof," Lysander drawled.
Proof?
"So you may finally believe that the sexiest beast in the planet---"
OH MY GOD, HE HAD HEARD THAT?!
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br /> "---is yours."
Estrella's wail of embarrassment easily drowned the words out, but with Lysander smirking in front of her, she could only wail again, and in her mortification her fingers involuntarily tightened around his cock to give it a squeeze.
A moment later, she saw Lysander's eyes widen, and she realized too late what she was doing.
EEP!
Even though Lysander made love to her several times a day, Estrella's innate diffidence had made her shy away from touching him first in any way.
Until now.
"I'm so sorry!" Her words came out faint and stilted, her cheeks still pink with mortification, and she was about to yank her hand away when Lysander's hand covered hers. His fingers fitted over hers, and then he was guiding her hand...into tightening its hold.
"This sexy beast..."
She couldn't help letting out another moan. Oh my God. Did he have to keep saying that?
"Just to be clear," Lysander murmured wickedly, "the sexy beast you're referring to is this, isn't?"
"Lysander!" A choked laugh escaped her when she realized he was talking about his cock.
"And now that you've mentioned it..." His voice then switched into a seductive purr inside her mind. It is rather sexy, isn't it?
Deep and gravelly, smooth and seductive...everything designed to make a woman ache was inside his voice, and so that was she ended up doing.
The way this sexy beast could rub against the walls of your pussy because it's just too big and thick...
She ached.
The way its head could reach all the way down, butting against the door to your womb...
She ached so, so bad.
Don't you think it's time for this sexy beast to be rewarded?
Fingers cupped her chin.
The beast and I find ourselves also needing proof, my Star.
Estrella gulped.
We want to know...are you ours, too?
She didn't even have to think, and it distressed her that he even had to ask. "You know I am." She had been his, always his, the moment they met.