Page 152 of Crown Prince's Mate

His tongue lolls out of his mouth, drool wets his chin, his eyes roll back. “No, not like this, Adriana,” he snarls. “Not…” He can’t finish the sentence. He shudders, the Mating Rage boiling up, and his triad steps forward, Gallien and Titus grabbing his shoulders tight, three huge beasts in front of me. He’s restrained. Barely.

“How did you want me? On a bed of roses, staring longingly into my eyes?” I mock. I see the hurt my words cause him, and I dig the knife in. “If you aren’t man enough to do this, you aren’t man enough to face him.”

He terrifies me. I thought I knew him. Now I see he was not just content to be first in line to the throne.

He wants it all.

He wants the universe, and he’ll use anyone to get his way.

Doman is brutality. Violence. A killing machine meant to tame the universe. I put my hand in front of him, opening it, offering him the black ring, giving him one last chance to take it. His bright blue eyes fixate on it, then on me.

He nods, ever so slightly, and I throw the ring behind me, as hard as I can. I hear it clatter somewhere in the hallway, and I’ve sealed my fate.

I reach down, between my legs. I’m soaking wet for him, my body begging for his conquering might. I reach up and run my arousal against his nose, knowing it will send him over the edge.

He breathes in, and his eyes roll back, his robe tenting forward as his cock surges to its full length.

“Fuck you, Doman,” I whisper, and it’s the last thing I say before his lips press against mine in a hungry kiss, his huge hands groping my ass and lifting me like I am weightless. There’s a clink as the other two rings hit the ground, and I shiver as I’m pulled against his huge bulk, my legs unable to wrap around him, and I know the three of them are going to breed me in a row, taking turns binding me to them for eternity.

My head spins as Doman carries me into the bedroom, setting me down hard on the bed, making me bounce against it. His clawing hands rips the wedding dress off me, tearing it in strands like it’s made of tissue. Then he throws off his robe, and there is an instant as he stands over me, towering in his full height, his cock this iron rod bobbing with each heartbeat, impossibly hard and dripping pre-cum. He is a Viking god, golden hair framing his cruel, noble features, his eyes rolling back as his lips curl up.

Then he’s on me.

The alien prince grabs my wrists, forcing them above my head and against the bed, gripping so tight it hurts. I’m terrified, but my legs open instinctively, the primal need to surrender to him overwhelming me as I spread myself for him, giving myself to the beast.

I’m not panicked. There’s this inevitability to it. I’ve been terrified of the Bond for so long, but now that I’m faced with it, and it’s going to happen, no matter what I do, the fear is replaced by something else.

Anticipation.

Not just of whatever dark pleasures it promises.

Doman won’t be able to hide from me any longer. He won’t be able to lie, to manipulate me, to toy with my future. I’ll know him, every hateful crevice of his mind exposed.

I expect him to drive his cock into me in one brutal thrust. Instead, he laves his tongue down my neck and takes my breast in his mouth, sucking on my nipple, sending teasing pleasure through me. My pussy is aching for him, tingling, so empty, and I can’t hold back the moan as he rubs his cockhead against my slit.

Then he can’t resist.

Doman drives himself into me, his cock splitting me open in one brutal thrust, the agony of his size mixing with the darkest pleasure. He’s never been so hard, so big, stretching me as he drives his pulsating dick deeper and deeper into me, when the thing I am most terrified of, the thing I need the most, the only way I can give him a chance to come out of the arena alive against that monster, consumes my mind.

The Bond doesn’t grow. It doesn’t blossom or build in my mind.

It’s a pit.

An endless, black pit, that I’m dropped into. I stare into Doman’s icy blue eyes as I fall into ecstasy and oblivion, the room disappearing, all of my thoughts melting until it is just me and him, two bodies aching for each other as he presses his huge, throbbing cock deep inside me. I can smell him, the stink of raw masculinity, distilled testosterone, filling my nostrils with each gasping breath. His battle-brothers are with him, but they’re so indistinct, huge formless things standing behind him, and Doman is the only thing in the entire universe that feels real.

He lets go of my wrists, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me to him in a rough embrace, the slabs of his slick, sweaty muscles against my body. I can feel each ridge of his abs, each line of his hard body, and he runs his tongue over my cheek, kissing my ear, his breath hot.

Then, I’m pulled out of nothingness by his aura blossoming in my mind. He ruts me, pounding me, and kisses me deep, histongue invading my mouth as he invades my being. His cock splits me open as he fucks me like an animal, the pain exquisite, stretched out so fully, filled to the absolute limit as his cock pulses and spits the Aurelian pre-cum that soothes me, letting me barely handle the monster.

Doman enters my mind, this golden orb of honor and strength, his aura so different than his actions, and I recoil at the love that flows through the Bond. I feel it. The depths of his pure ache for me, ravenous hunger, and a love so pure it burns. I struggle to escape him, but his huge bulk pins me down against the bed so easily. He fucks me, harder and harder, and my orgasm rushes up. I can’t stop it. I can’t stop the pleasure, the overwhelming sensation that makes my mind go blank.

This was meant to be my torture, my sacrifice, but the dark, overwhelming need pulses through me. He breaks off the kiss, gasping, taking huge breaths of air as he fucks me mercilessly, and I can’t stop the moans from pouring out of my lips, can’t stop the humiliating sounds of my utter submission from escaping as I gasp and whimper as he forces me to cum on his massive cock.

I bite my lip, trying to fight back the scream, but as I cum, I’m wracked with pulses of ecstasy so intense I can’t think. It’s overwhelming, but the Bond is lying in wait, not enhancing the sensations, as if to prove to me that it was me who ached for this all along. I can’t blame the unnatural link between Aurelian and human for the intensity of my shameful lust. He’s just so huge, his sweaty bulk pressing me down against the bed as my pussy clenches tight against the hot iron rod of his cock, as if my body is instinctively milking the alpha, craving his cum.

I imagine it, only for a split second, that moment when Doman loses control and unleashes inside of, how it will feel to have that huge, throbbing cock pulsing as he spews load after load of his hot, creamy cum deep inside me.

That was a mistake.

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