Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 295: Horny Rabbit

Chapter 295: Horny Rabbit

Miss human?

Islinda had to stifle the laughter that threatened to erupt from her lips. The Fae was hilarious, however, it hit Islinda that he indeed did not know her name. After the altercation with Aldric, the Fae automatically added them to the race without needing to sign up for the event.

She did not take offense and smiled at him, saying politely, "You should call me Isl..." Islinda trailed off at once realizing her name might be a quick giveaway of Aldric’s identity.

While the Fae might not identify her, surely they must have heard of the mortal who saved Prince Valerie in the human realm and was under the captivity of the wicked dark Fae prince Aldric.

Although she might be as important or famous as she thought she was, Islinda considered that. However, she wasn’t taking any chances. The spring court Fae who hit her during the race and who knew of Prince Aldric’s identity already departed without saying a word. Her dearest date, Eli made sure of it.

"Isla. That is my name." Islinda lied, noticing the way Eli arched a brow at her. Although it was technically not a lie, the identity Aldric gave her when they visited the palace for the first time. She only modified it a bit and decided it would be her nickname from henceforth.

"Nice name, Princess Isla," Aldric pointed at wittingly.

Islinda nudged him playfully, yet it was a signal for him to behave. After all, she was doing this for him.

"Alright, Isla –"

"Princess Isla." Aldric interrupted the stall owner, demanding he add that title.

"Ahem," Islinda intentionally cleared her throat, cautioning Eli by stomping on his feet.

Eli turned to her, unaffected by the pain, "Did I say something wrong? My date needs to be treated with utmost respect –"

"Hello dear, can I have my prize now?" Islinda tactically interrupted him, giggling aloud on purpose to camouflage the awkwardness. She was seriously not in the mood to deal with Eli’s overbearing attitude.

She reached for the cat but the stall owner was hesitant to hand it over, "Wrry Cats, especially one whose bond from the previous owner has been severed, tend to be aggressive towards their new owners and it might take time to build a bond with –"

The Fae was still in the middle of an explanation when the cat broke free from his hold and leaped at Islinda without warning, startling her. Eli jumped to the defense but Islinda put up an arm to stop him.

"No, don’t...." She told him, readjusting the weight on her arm and showing them how comfortably the cat snuggled into her embrace, "Isn’t he so cute?"

Eli relaxed but didn’t lower his guard, still cautious of the seemingly innocent creature while the stall owner looked at Islinda as if she had two heads.

"How is this possible?!" The stall owner exclaimed, "This has never been done. Usually, the cat goes on the aggressive and the new owner would have to restrain it, then gradually forms a bond with it." He looked at Islinda with a newfound respect in his eyes, "You must be blessed by the gods, Princess Isla. You are one lucky human."

"Or maybe he simply chose me? Wait a minute, is it a he? I hope I’m not mistaken and have been calling it the wrong gender all this while?" Islinda was completely smitten with her new cat.

"You’re right, Princess Isla, it’s a he." The stall owner affirmed and her face brightened like the sun.

"I’m right!" She pulled the cat to her chest, hugging it with so much adoration in his eyes.

"Now, all that’s left is bonding with the cat. Wrry cats are good spies but I doubt you would be able to utilize that feature since you’re human."

"I don’t care. I didn’t get it so I could work it like a slave. It will be my companion from now on." She told him.

"In that case, let’s start the bond...." The stall owner added when he saw the way Eli straightened up, "If that is okay with you, of course, sir."

"Do you really want to do this?" Eli asked Islinda one last time.

Islinda thought over it. Her previous plan had been to leave the cat behind when she escaped tomorrow. But that was not possible anymore, she had fallen in love with the cat and would leave with it.

"Yes, I want it. "

"Do whatever is needed," Eli instructed the stall owner.

The fae beamed, then waved over a Fae with a small tray. The blood drained from Islinda’s face when she saw the long needle and quickly shifted to Aldric’s side. No way in hell were they approaching her with that. She hated the sight of needles.

"What are you about to do with that?" Islinda accused the Fae as if he was about to commit murder.

"We would prick your thumb with it and draw blood."

"No, no, no," Islinda shook her head stubbornly, "You’re using that weapon on me." She made sure her back was plastered against Aldric, only he could protect her.

"But Princess Isla, we need the blood to complete the bond –"

"Perhaps, there is a better alternative," Eli stepped in this time, recognizing her fear of needles.

He placed both hands on her shoulder, making her face her. Then he asked her, "Do you trust me, princess?"

Islinda was stunned. This was the first time he was asking her such. And who was she kidding? Did she trust Aldric? No way in hell. Does she trust Eli? Considering what he’s done for her so far, just a tiny bit.

"Depending on who’s asking. But you? Maybe. " She answered honestly.

"Good work princess." Eli smiled in understanding, "Now give me your thumb."

Islinda did as instructed, curious to see what he was up to. Her heart skipped a bit at the sight of his lengthening fangs, recognizing his intention. He took her thumb into his mouth, and sucked, her face growing hot.

"I’m softening the skin," He said shamelessly.

Well, do soften faster, Islinda could not control her blushing face and he was putting on a show for these perverted Faeries again.

Islinda gasped slightly when his fang bit into the delicate skin and the pain she expected didn’t come, instead a comforting warmth consumed her.

"Here, you are." Eli finally let go after drawing the blood they needed.

But Islinda was not listening because she was imagining being naked on the bed and writhing beneath him as he nipped her neck, inner thighs, and breasts.

So help her God because she was as horny as a rabbit.