Page 83 of Crown Prince's Mate

Titus’ thick, powerful body is slick with sweat, his muscles gleaming, his hair a heavy, tangled mess that frames his broad jaw and hyper-masculine features. I let my anticipation grow as I run my eyes down his slabs of chest muscles, down his abs, to his throbbing, rock-hard cock. It has a wicked, brutal downward curve that fills me with a wave of nervous anticipation, knowing that my body will be helpless to resist, that he’ll spread me open and force me to take every inch of that pulsing thing. His nostrils flare, and he tastes my scent, my fear and arousal that mix into an intoxicating nectar that inflames his urge to conquer me.

His slate-gray eyes intimidate me. They are full of heat, yet there is an inescapable iciness to them, the flinty coldness of atrue alien, a man I cannot comprehend, a man who has waged war since my great-grandparents were constructing my home on Virelian, a man who I have seen into the mind of and found only rage, strength, and unyielding honor.

I push myself up from the bed, slowly, my legs shaking, and he tracks my movements like a predator. Titus’ member might not bequiteas long as Doman’s, but he’s thicker, and the curve looks deadly, like it’s going to ruin me, because despite him lying back with his arms behind his head, I can sense the tension in him. Every muscle in his body taut, his mouth open slightly showing his bright white teeth, the barely restrained mating rage filling his mind as he breathes in my scent and tastes exactly what I need.

Doman’s seed drips down my leg, a torrent of it sliding out, the creamy load warm against my skin, but neither Gallien nor Titus seem to mind, as if it is the most natural thing in the world. I should be in pain, and I can still feel how Doman stretched me to the limit, but his alien seed soothed me, turning the aching stretching sensation into the deepest, most satisfying pleasure, and I only want more.

If it was so intense already, I can’t imagine how it would feel to be Bonded to them, to have all my darkest desires ripped from me and exposed, everything a thousand times more intense. I’d lose my mind.

I straddle him, gripping his cock, unable to wrap my hand around the girth of his shaft, and it’s like holding an iron rod. “There’s no way,” I moan, and he moves in a flash. One instant his arms are languidly behind his head, the next he’s grabbed me, flipping me like I am a doll, on my hands and knees. The image of him pinning me down against the bed and rutting me hard fills my mind, but instead, he gently runs his hands over my ass. I press back instinctively, looking over my shoulder at over seven feet of marble-hued strength, biting my lip in fear and lust.His biceps are so flexed it looks like his veins are about to burst, and he growls, low and deep, resisting his primal urge to grab me and force me to take every inch of him in one brutal thrust.

I press back, grinding my soaking wet, seeded pussy over the length of his shaft. He grips the bottom of his cock, holding it still as it twitches and throbs with a life of its own so I can position him against my stretched slit. My pussy tingles, and I feel so empty, needing him inside me, and I press back.

I can’t stop the gasping moan from escaping my lips as the huge head of his cock presses into me and the curve of it slides in, inch after inch. I whimper at the stretching pleasure as he hits a spot I’ve never felt before, as if his cock is designed for this position, designed for me to be on my knees in front of him arching my ass up for the alpha. There’s a tinge of pain as he presses in too deep, but his cock spurts Aurelian pre-cum, soothing me, and I slide forward and back as if I am possessed, my body moving by instinct, desperate to please him and to take more and more of him. My cheeks flush red with arousal and the most intoxicating flush of shame, knowing he’s got a clear view of my ass, that he’s staring at my little asshole and watching his huge dick stretching me to the utter limit as I lose control of myself, on display for the brute, my lust taking control as I ride him, up and down, again and again, unable to stop myself, stretched to the limit yet craving more, more, more.

I squeeze my eyes shut, overwhelmed as the pleasure rushes up in a way so different from when I was on top of Doman, this deep, aching satisfaction that grows with each second. I just came, and I’m so oversensitive, and the slutty moans coming out of my mouth sound exactly like how I’d imagine a harem wench sating her beasts would sound. I feel like an animal, put into heat by the three alphas, my mind blank expect for the utter need, driving myself down on his huge cock, and when I open my eyes, Gallien is standing in front of me.

His cock is bobbing in the air, and I’m met with the view of his slick member and his chiseled abs, and I open my lips eagerly, without thought, sliding out my tongue and catching the drip of pre-cum, salty and warm, as his dick throbs. He slides it past my lips, and instead of gagging on it, all I crave is it deeper in my mouth, in my throat, for him to use me as his toy.

I lose myself in the rhythm, impaling myself on Titus, desperate and aching, when this pressure builds inside me, losing control, and I feel like I’m going to pee myself. I try to tell him to stop, but my mouth is full of Gallien, and as my lips open wider, he shoves his dick down my throat so I can’t breathe, my eyes watering as the pressure builds and builds. My legs tense up, my pussy clamps in a vise grip on his rock-hard, throbbing cock, and my toes curl as suddenly this intense relaxation of giving in, this pulsing sensation in my clit I’ve never felt before, then a gushing surrender overwhelms me. My cheeks flush a deeper red when waves of euphoria fill my entire body, and my pussy tightens around his shaft. He roars as he stiffens, somehow hardening even more, and my orgasm screams over my body as he grips my asscheeks hard enough I know he’s leaving handprints and pulls me down, impaling me on his cock as he cums, jet after jet of Aurelian seed filling my stretched cunt as Gallien’s roar of release joins his battle-brother and he unleashes down my throat, warmth filling my body as the two aliens cum in unison.

I nearly black out, and Gallien pulls out, leaving me panting for air as I swallow instinctively every last drop left in my mouth, warm and salty and tasting so right.

Titus lifts me, his still half-hard cock slipping out of me, and pulls me against his chest.

“Did I just…” I’m too embarrassed to say it out loud, my thoughts slow as the golden afterglow of the orgasms wash overme and I look down at the sheets, which are soaking wet from Aurelian seed and my own wetness.

“Not at all, it’s normal. I just hit the spot,” coos Titus, his voice more gentle than I could have imagined, as he wraps his huge arms around me, gently stroking my shivering, trembling body. Gallien sits down on Doman’s bed next to the crown prince, and leans forward, running his hand through my sweaty hair. I disappear into Titus’ embrace, hiding myself from the world, tucking my head against the certainty of his chest, listening to the rhythmic thumping of his heart.

When my own heart has stopped pounding fast and my panting has slowed to even, relaxed breaths, I look up at Titus’ broad, powerful face, enjoying that satisfied smile that is because of me, and me alone. But in that moment, I get this tiny feeling of loss as I see his slate-gray eyes. I imagine what color they would have turned if I had pulled the ring off his finger. Would they be red as sunfire, to match the rage and strength of his being? Or blue, like his battle-brother, or green as the forests of Virelia…

I have no idea, and for the first time since I met them, I feel like I might just want to find out, no matter what the consequences.

Doman shifts in the bed, and I turn my attention to the prince. He’s watching me with a sly little smile. “So, what will you have me conquer on Frosthold to win your hand in marriage? A great wyrm?”

I reach out, wrapping my hand around his cock, which is hanging heavily. “I’ve already conquered a great wyrm. You’ll have to defeat something more interesting.”

Gallien chuckles, gripping his cock. “Our wyrms are no match for you.” But as he squeezes his cock, I watch as it surges up again, already hardening once more.

“Isn’t that thing tired?”

“It’s your scent, Adriana. It drives me wild. Come with me, to the pleasure room, and I’ll show you things you never could have imagined.”

“Is that so?” I bite my lip, enjoying the view of the two of them side by side on the bed, so different, yet so handsome in their own, unique ways. The dark fire in Gallien’s flinty eyes excites me.

“You’re always on. Prime Minister, responsible for hundreds of billions of souls. You’ll find a… release in giving up control, for the first time in your life.” He crooks his finger, beckoning to me, and looks over at one of the doorways, which leads towards that dark room that promises the most obscene decadence.

I lick my lips. The taste of his seed is in my mouth. It tastesright,in the strangest way, and I shiver as I remember him fucking my throat like he owned it, using my body as his toy. My nipples start to harden again, but I know he’s especially… imaginative, and I’ve already had so much more than I can handle for a single day.

“You might not need rest, but I’m worn out. There’s three of you, and one of me. It’s not fair.”

“You’ll find me even more unfair, when I’ve got you tied up so tight you can’t move an inch. I’m going to make youbeg,Adriana.”

I hold up my hands in surrender, as Titus strokes my hair slowly, so tender, the barbaric beast showing another side as he pulls me up closer to him. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep you safe from him,” he jokes in a low, deep voice, and I laugh, easily.

Doman grins. “So? Was I right?”

“What do you mean?”

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