Cursed Bond: Claimed By The Monstrous Alpha Prince [BL]
Chapter 36: Assistance

Chapter 36: 36: Assistance

Lilac

"You clearly don’t. Cause, if you do... you’d have run the other way instead."

I shook my head as my gaze grew hazy and blurry with tears that filled up my eyes as a wave of pain crashed over me, eating me up from within my stomach.

It hurts so much.

Everything was hurting so much, and it felt like I was drunk at the same time.

A hand settled on my cheek, and as I forced my eyes open, it locked on the prince who stared down at me with heavy lidded eyes. I shivered as the seconds ticked by, then I tried to bite back the desperate sound that was already bubbling in my throat again, but I ended up failing again.

When I realized that I was still holding his wrist, I quickly let go of it while resisting the urge to arch upwards and press my face harder into his palm because his touch felt soothing, comforting and grounding. My brain was malfunctioning so I assumed that was the only reason why I was thinking about comfort and the prince in the same breath. I was scared, knowing how powerful the prince is, and he’s also cursed, but I couldn’t look away, not when my stomach was clenching even harder right now as his gaze slowly raked my body.

"Hurts." I whispered as tears welled in my eyes once again, and that seemed to snap the prince out of it. He pulled away till he sat on his heels, then he slowly regarded me again. I was aware that I was naked waist down, and I wanted to be mortified, but I couldn’t bring myself to care right now.

Touch me.

A desperate part of me whined within my chest while all I let out was a low cry as I shifted around in his bed.

"I can’t touch you." He suddenly spoke, almost like he read my mind and my heart pounded hard while my stomach clenched tighter on air.

I want to tell him that I also didn’t want him to touch me, because it’s stupid of me to want someone as dangerous as him to put his hands on me. Despite my brains melting off, the rational part that remained was on board with my decision, but when I opened my mouth to speak, a different word entirely came out. "Please touch me..."

I was mortified. I was ashamed. I want to take the words back but only a whimper managed to escape when I opened my mouth.

A few seconds stretched out before the prince laughed. It was a low sound, one which made my limbs tremble and my eyes to flutter uncontrollably.

"No. There would be no touching. You don’t know what it is you’re asking for."

I opened my mouth to speak again but his words cut me off.

"When I touch you, you’ll be with a clear head and a clear mind. This is out of it." He announced and I struggled to figure out what he meant when strong hands suddenly closed over my wrists.

"Instead of touching you, I’ll guide you in bringing yourself relief." As he spoke, my eyes widened and a treble ran down my spine.

When he let go of my wrists, a whine tore past my lips and I arched off the bed, completely shameless.

"You can hear me, can’t you?" His voice was the only thing that’s constant at this point. It almost felt as grounding and soothing as his voice and I nodded fast, my breath fast and choppy while I struggled to keep my eyes open.

"Good. Now, just do whatever I tell you to, okay?"

I nodded again, and he hummed.

"Good boy."

Those two words went into my head and began to float around inside there. They sounded so perfect, and I clung unto them, completely trusting the loaner of the voice. He said he was going to help me, to build me, and I completely believed him. I’d question myself later but I couldn’t focus enough to think about that right now, not when the prince took my left hand and pressed my palm over my hard cock. Pleasure instantly jolted through me at the contact and I gasped while blinking up at him.

"Stroke yourself, love. Get yourself off." He said before letting go of my wrist. It felt like I was gonna go up in flames if I removed my hand, so I didn’t, I only pressed harder and stroked the length, trembling and moaning as pleasure shot through me. I felt like a whore, like a complete classless one, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop. The wetness dripping from the tip made the friction smooth and I shimmered as I heightened the movement of my hand. It was too much but it also wasn’t enough, it felt like I needed more, something larger...

I didn’t realize when I began to let out choked pleas till the prince was gripping my second wrist and tugging it down, way past my cock to the part where I was leaking slick from.

"You need something inside. Put a finger in."

He let go of my wrist after that, but I didn’t know what else to do. I wanted to listen to him and follow his instructions, but I was suddenly lost. When I tried to push a finger in through the gushing slick, it didn’t pass through.

The prince suddenly growled, a sound that had me stiffening at once as a soundless sound gathered in my throat. He then gripped my wrists tightly and asked me to stop, and through my hazy mind, I realized that his hands were shaking.

"That’s enough... before I fucking lost it." His voice sounded way deeper than it previously was and I let out a ragged breath and tried to stop the tremors going through my body. A fleeting moment, something sharp sank into my throat and my eyes flew open as I stiffened, then everything melted from my limbs almost immediately till I was completely boneless.

When I realized that I just got bitten, I passed out right after.