Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 304: The Request

Chapter 304: The Request

"Hello, my shy Fae," Maxi announced her presence, sneaking into Issac’s room as usual. She had stopped visiting him after their fight, but since they reconciled, she’s resumed her schedule and doesn’t miss the timing.

A smile curled Isaac’s lips, pushing himself up on his elbows to peer up at his horse shifter and welcoming her with a special treat this time. He pulled the sheet aside to reveal his naked form and Maxi did a double take, having not seen that coming.

She smirked delightfully, "Interesting."

Maxi was often the nudist here, but it seems that her shy Fae beat her at her own game this time. Nonetheless, it made things easy for her, and she wouldn’t have to deal with the restraining clothes as they went straight into business; she too was naked.

"Come here," Issac commanded and she raised a brow at the authoritativeness in his tone. Hmmm, bossy? She was loving this.

Without a word, Maxi climbed into the bed and went on all four, making sure her ass was poised high in the air as she crawled provocatively towards him till she was staring him in the face.

"Did you miss me, my shy Fae?" She purred, her tongue jutting out to lick him sloppily across the face. A gesture Issac had resented the first time she attempted so, but now, he couldn’t get enough of it. She reminded him of an adorable Pet.

"Even in your Fae form, some shifter habits are hard to let go." He chuckled in amusement, hinting at her licking his face.

"It’s because you taste good. I could lick you clean right now and you wouldn’t need to bathe from now on." She offered him.

Issac erupted in laughter. He cradled her face, pulling her closer till she was plastered to his chest, saying with mirth in his eyes, "That is disgustingly cute. Why don’t you just tell me you’re marking your territory and staking your claim on me?"

"I did no such thing," Maxi said with an innocent look, "I just love tasting your sweat, it is masculine and hot. If I did claim you, that would be Maximus’ doing, not me." She easily pushed the blame to her shifter side.

Issac scoffed at her level of shamelessness, yet a smile still graced his features. What was he going to do with Maxi because she was a handful? There was never a dull moment with her around.

So he covered her lips with his, kissing hard and turning her over so her back met the bed and he was on top of her. His arousal poked bluntly at her belly and while he was eager to take her, he had to rectify some things.

Issac broke apart from the kiss, gazing softly at her, "When are you going to stop calling me, your shy Fae? Contrary to that assertion, I’m clearly the opposite of shy."

"Really? I didn’t know." She declared, clearly not conceding to him.

"Perhaps, I can help restore your memories," Issac told her, his eyes darkening a shade. He gripped her hips, spreading her wider with his strong thighs as he thrust his entire length into her with one powerful thrust.

Maxi threw her head back and gasped at the feeling of fullness he created inside of her. It felt so damn good. Issac began to move with a violent force as he intended to punish her for her mischievous shenanigans.

"Yes, just like that," Maxi moaned long, wrapping her long legs around him and pushing him deeper inside of her.

"Now, tell me, Maxi, does a shy Fae do wicked things to your body?" He grunted out while pounding in and out of her.

Maxi was panting, drowning in pleasure but she still managed to answer, "No, they don’t."

Issac almost had a victorious grin until she added, "But my own shy Fae is so good at wicked things." She squealed in ecstasy, relishing the manner he circled his hips and hit sweet spots that made her toes squeeze.

So she was not letting go of the title, Issac realized with a challenge. And yet, his chest was awash with joy at her exclusively claiming him as her shy Fae – even though he hated the thought of being labeled shy. She couldn’t find better endearing names.

To reward her, Issac pushed deeper than was possible, slamming into her harder, again and again, and again and again till she clenched around him, screaming his name in pure orgasmic ecstasy. He planted himself deep, coming as he spilled his seed into her and she greedily milked him dry.

He collapsed on top of her and she welcomed his weight, tracing and caressing his muscled back. When he inched back to look at her, Maxi said to him, "My shy Fae has wicked skills."

Issac went red in the face, robbed of words. She would be the death of him. So he gathered her into his arms and Maxi snuggled into him, breathing in his relaxing scent. He dug his hand into her hair, massaging her scalp and she moaned. This right here was heaven and the reason she snuck out of her stall every night to be with him even at the risk of being seen.

With the soothing motion, Maxi would have fallen straight asleep except Issac suddenly said, "I have a confession to make."

Her eyes popped open at once, although she didn’t move but there was a little tension in her frame. But she couldn’t help but get on her guard. Usually, when people had a confession to make, it was usually for the bad things they had done. What did her shy Fae do this time?

To further prove how serious this must be, Issac sat up while she attempted to hold her horses - literally. Her shifter side was becoming unrest with anxious anticipation.

Issac closed his eyes and took a deep breath, before opening them, gathering the courage to request, "I want you to visit my family with me,"