Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 262: Have Her For Dinner

Chapter 262: Have Her For Dinner

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Issac woke to horse hooves in his face and his heart leaped to his throat just as he scrambled away, stopping short of being trampled as Maximus hauled to a stop.

With his heart pounding in his throat, Issac stared at the horse with shock and disbelief, while Maximus’ large blue orbs bored into his with hostility. He knew it. He shouldn’t have stayed behind. Now she was trying to kill him.

The atmosphere between them was charged and when Maximus stilled, Issac might have let out a breath of relief thinking that it was over. However, that pause was for the horse to shift, because standing in Maximus’ place now was Maxi and she was stark naked. Issac swallowed.

"The Fae be damned, what are you doing in here?!" She queried him immediately with her fierce gaze.

Issac’s mouth fell open in helpless dumbfoundedness. He knew Maxi was not only trying to know what he was doing in her stall, but what he did to her while she slept. She must have been startled, waking up to find him sleeping beside her. If that wasn’t awkward as hell, nothing else was. To think he always called her a pervert, only to find himself in the worst situation. Karma really was harsh.

"I’m talking to you, Issac, say something!" She demanded an answer, her anger increasing in intensity.

However, it was increasingly hard to take a female seriously when she was unashamedly naked in front of him, the scene nearly comical with her hands on her waist. But then came the lust Issac tried to subdue and it slammed into him hard, her anger only adding a flush to her cheeks that made her all the more enticing. He wanted to have her for dinner.

By the gods, what was he thinking?

Issac tried his hardest not to look down, but the temptation was real and he gave in to it. A weakness he called it. His eyes wandered down to her perky breast and the breath left his lungs. The air was suddenly filled with so much sexual energy that he breathed it in and every muscle in his body was wound tight with desire.

By the gods, he should leave now before he ends up doing something stupid, yet his legs wouldn’t take him out the door.

"Hey," Maxi snapped a finger in his face, bringing back his attention, "Eyes up here, idiot," She warned him with a knowing look.

Perhaps, it was a good thing his eyes were no longer searching downwards, but now, they were drawn to Maxi’s full lips and she went on ranting, oblivious to his internal turmoil. Or perhaps, she knew and ignored it.

"How dare you come in here?! The last time we talked, I was the last thing you wanted to see! So why are you here then?! Who do you think you are?! Do you think I am a doll that you can use and dispose of whenever you like...?!" She went on and on about the wrong he did to her, alongside his previous maltreatment.

Issac was honestly sorry for what he did, but Maxi needed to shut it. Her mouth was rambling so much and luring him with its rapid movement as if held in some hypnotic trance. Or maybe he could shut it for her.

Issac’s hand shot out and grabbed her waist, pulling her to him and leaving her stunned momentarily.

He sighed, "Finally, you stopped talking."

Issac buried his fist in her hair and yanked it back in a brutal hold, a surprised gasp leaving Maxi’s lips having not expected that. With that, he tilted her face where he wanted it and kissed her.

Maxi surprisingly stilled and Issac almost let go but the desire was overwhelming to stop now. His tongue slipped into her mouth and tried as hard to pretend to be unresponsive, Maxi still moaned and he swallowed the sounds. He kissed her hungrily, devouring her lips and relishing the sweet taste of her mouth until he had no choice but to pull away and look into her eyes. Had it been open all this while?

While Issac’s gaze was full of astonishment and desire after the kiss, Maxi glared daggers at him.

"I hate you!" She hissed before slapping him across the cheek, grabbed the front of his tunic, pulled him flush to her, and claimed his mouth in a fiery kiss.

The gods, Issac thought as he wrapped his arm around her naked waist, Maxi was full of surprises. He pushed her against the wall, devouring her mouth as if he was at war with it. The kiss was angry, brutal, and punishing.

Their hands were all over each other, clawing, pulling, and tugging till Issac’s tunic was discarded on the floor, left only for his pants and he connected his mouth back to hers as if he couldn’t stand to be away for even a minute.

While Maxi traced his lean muscles, relishing every ridge of his well-defined stomach, his finger traced down the small of her back before molding her perfect ass. Maxi threw her head back and moaned loudly, arching her back and presenting him with the perfect opportunity to lower his head, closing his mouth around her nipple.

"The gods help me!" Maxi cried out in pleasure, trembling in his hold. Good thing the stable was built away from the main castle else everyone could have heard her screaming out her desire. It was not exactly subtle.

Issac knew that he was crossing the line here, but he was not thinking straight anymore. Heck, he didn’t care. He wanted this. He wanted her. The aching need to bed her was beginning to drive him crazy. Issac has never felt such an intense feeling of want towards any other female. What has Maxi done to him? The dark Fae horse shifter would be the death of him.

He leisurely flicked his tongue around it and teased her breasts until her nipples were sensitive stiff peaks. One more touch and Maxi swore to the gods, she was going to come.