Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 109: Temptation

Chapter 109: Temptation

"It’s nice to see you back in good shape, my lady," Aurelia said and something along the lines of her words hinted she wasn’t supposed to be alive.

Islinda stopped in her tracks and stared at the Fae with suspicion for a second. Had she known what Aldric was up to and kept mutt?

Aurelia stopped walking when she realized the human wasn’t following anymore and turned to her, concerned,

"Is everything alright, my lady?"

Of course, the fae was loyal to Aldric and would never reveal her master’s plans. How could she have assumed Aurelia would be on her side and spill Aldric’s secrets?

Even she couldn’t expose Aldric’s manipulations at the palace because he was good at countering everything and would always find a way out of a difficult situation.

At once, Islinda schooled her expression, not giving out any feelings as she answered, "Of course, I’m fine."

Islinda continued on the path, muttering under her breath, "I cannot wait for this to be done with already. Is the healer here, my hand is beginning to hurt like a bitch."

"She awaits already in your chambers," Aurelia revealed and Islinda did a double take.

She narrowed her eyes at the Fae, "That quickly?" Islinda could have sworn it was mere minutes ago Aldric mentioned a healer.

Aurelia gave a small smile of understanding as she went into details, saying, "Isaac passed on the information that you might be injured upon his hasty arrival and departure as well. We quickly called on the closest healer and here we are."

"Oh." It made much sense now.

They arrived at the entrance of her chambers and Aurelia stepped aside, gesturing for her to go in first. Islinda was not going to get used to this noble treatment but she was not protesting against it anymore.

The healer Fae was waiting for her just as Aurelia said and she took in her features. The healer was one of the average-height Fae she had seen since her arrival. And for a Fae who claimed to be a healer, she had a sickly pallor and green unruly hair that reminded her of wild grass.

"This is the healer?" Islinda subtly whispered to Aurelia by her side, trying not to make it obvious she was talking about the healer Fae.

"I’m sorry about that, but we worked on a tight schedule and were only able to get her. Usually, Prince Aldric handled it since none offered their services. Luckily, this one was in need of quick gold."

"Oh," Islinda said, flatly.

It was beginning to get annoying the way Aldric was ostracized from the Fae society. Yes, he was a lot to handle and a scumbag, but so far, it seems he was capable of being kind too. If he wants to. In fact, they had good reasons to be cautious, Islinda couldn’t blame them either.

Hence, she did not say much, deciding to be grateful for the help Aurelia got. She sat down on the edge of her bed and waited with dreadful anticipation for the healer to treat her. Islinda knew her hand was broken and expected a lot of pain.

"Give me something to chew on," Islinda demanded as soon as the healer stepped close, imagining the misery she would be in.

"Something to chew on?" Aurelia blinked in confusion until recognition set in, "Oh, you want a late-night snack."

Islinda sighed, then shook her hand, "No, I mean something for the pain. A wooden spoon would be well wedged between my teeth so I don’t bite down on my teeth."

Aurelia gasped in horror, "Why would I wedge a wooden spoon between your teeth? That sounds barbaric."

Islinda heaved exasperatedly at this point. Yet why did it feel like Aurelia was completely ignorant about what was about to happen?

"It’s for the pain."

"What pain?"

Islinda understood minutes later the reason for Aurelia’s strange question because after the healer examined the extent of her injuries, all she saw was a strange green magic being weaved around her injured hand fur a few minutes and the next she knew, her bones had been reset.

There was no need for her to wear any cast and her hand was good as new, as if nothing happened at all. It was at this point that Islinda understood why Aldric was confident she was not dying anytime soon, not on his watch.

With this kind of magical skill, they could preserve her fragile human life for up to a hundred years and over. If that was the case, then she was truly fucked. Does this mean she was stuck with that Aldric for hundreds of years? Islinda swallowed, this was definitely a prison sentence.

Nonetheless, Islinda was grateful he saved her life. So when Aurelia was done helping her with her bath and she put on her nightgown, she decided to visit the dark prince in his chambers. It was scandalous visiting Aldric in his bedroom, especially after what happened minutes ago, however, she learned the cruel prince was less grumpy at night.

She had no idea what state she would meet him in the next morning and must take the opportunity now. Moreover, Aldric, as callous as he was, promised he wouldn’t force himself on her, and she believed him. Not to mention, this might provide the chance to search for the medallion.

The door was ajar when Islinda arrived and she was blinded with excitement; she didn’t notice the strange noise coming from his bedroom until it was too late. It turned out that Aldric was not alone. He had "company" and they were busy.

Islinda recognized the female Fae on Aldric’s bed, Rosalind. She was the same Fae who had made that snarky remark about her figure and Islinda burned with anger at the reminder. She should turn away and let them be but Islinda couldn’t take her eyes off as if she was somehow enchanted to watch them.

Rosalind was on all four and Aldric pressed her head to the bed while her bottom was hoisted in the air. He held her hips with both hands and drove in wildly and it was no wonder Rosalind couldn’t see her even though she was turned her way. She was lost in pleasure.

Feet stuck to the ground, face heated, Islinda found her breath stolen as Aldric thrust into Rosalind so hard and fast it caused her to squeal loudly. He slammed into her harder, his movements growing more frenzied so that the smacking sound of their sex grew louder in the room and it was a real wonder she didn’t hear the litany of their moans, groans, and squeals earlier.

Aldric’s thrust was powerful. Raw. Intense. And he mated like a savage such that Islinda began to fear for Rosalind as she whimpered and writhed beneath him. What if he killed her with sex?

But to her shock, even as Aldric plowed through her, the female Fae loved every bit of it, asking for more and leaving her horrified. Had it been her, he would have broken her by now. Islinda wasn’t sure her body could handle such rough sex. Not that she was going to ask for one. By the gods, what was going on with her?

And per her request, Aldric destroyed her because the next moment Rosalind shattered around him, crying out her climax.

Aldric came too with a cry that echoed through her, leaving Islinda shaken - and aroused. He pulled out to streak Rosalind’s bottom cheeks with his seed and her eyes widened at the sight of him. Valerie’s was defined, but that was something else.

Islinda was suddenly parched, the room hot and smelly with sex. She had to get out of here. However, dark eyes shot towards her, startling her and she couldn’t make a move.

Aldric said to her flirtatiously,

"I didn’t take you for a voyeur, Islinda. But then..." He chuckled darkly, "You keep on surprising me, little human. However, there is still space if you want to. You would find out that my energy is limitless and after a night like this, I’m sure you would want to forget about my brother too..." He coaxed her like a cunning fox, "Trust me, I can give you an unforgettable experience."

And that was all Islinda needed to run out of the room and down the hall, her feet taking her towards her room and she went in, locking her door from behind.

Islinda stepped into her room, breathing heavily. What in the Fae was that? And the worst, she had been highly tempted.