Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 628: For Your King

Chapter 628: For Your King

Islinda sputtered and coughed after they were done feeding her the wine, pushing away from the Faes who held her captive, glaring at them fiercely. How dare they treat her this way?

Although the wine didn’t taste so bad, they shouldn’t have forced it on her. Unfortunately, Islinda realized dreadfully, that she was the only human here, the only prey among predators. Yes, she brought it upon herself.

Glaring at Aldric, who looked at her strangely, she noticed a look of anticipation on his face, as if he was waiting for something to happen. At this point, she couldn’t tell if Aldric was friend or foe. If Islinda had known this gathering would be this creepy, she wouldn’t have... wait a minute.

It all happened so suddenly, but everything became clear to Islinda. The scenes around her seemed brighter, more focused, as if her vision had suddenly improved. A startled gasp escaped her lips, and she shook her head at the suddenness of it all. Perhaps it was just a trick of the eye. Yet, when she opened her eyes again, everything looked sharper, clearer. Islinda felt energized.

Was she drugged?

Yet her thoughts weren’t muddled. If anything, her purpose became clearer to her. Islinda now understood what they were waiting for, what he was waiting for. She began to walk towards him, slowly, with anticipation, even as the dancers resumed their mesmerizing spectacle.

Each of the dancers touched Islinda as she passed, urging her to go to him. There was an undeniable allure to the dance, a raw, primal energy that pulsed through the air. It was as if the dancers were tapping into something ancient and primal, drawing upon the very essence of desire itself.

Almost as if they were casting a spell with each twist and turn, drawing Islinda into a trance-like state until she was finally right in front of Aldric. An energy hummed between them, spiraling in the air around, pulling them closer together. Aldric and Islinda stood face to face, even though the dark Fae prince towered over her with his height and intimidating frame.

There was something undeniably alluring about the way Aldric watched her, as if he couldn’t wait to devour her, adding an undercurrent of danger to the whole encounter. It left Islinda feeling both exhilarated and unnerved at the same time.

"You are finally here," Aldric said, his voice resonating with a strange language that shockingly, Islinda understood.

"I am here," Islinda replied in the same language, as if she had been speaking it her whole life. The old Islinda would have questioned this strange phenomenon, yet she was held spellbound by the male before her.

"I have been waiting," Aldric said, his fingers reaching out and gripping the back of her neck. Islinda’s pulse raced, her skin prickling with delicious heat while her core ached with anticipation.

"Don’t wait any longer. Take me now," Islinda demanded, surprised by the urgency in her tone as arousal had her blood singing.

She practically leaped on Aldric, wrapping her legs around him and claiming his lips in a sudden, intense kiss. She couldn’t help it. She could feel him. Her awareness of him deep within her bones, from his sharp, crisp scent to the energy between them sparking through every part of her. There was nothing she was not conscious of. What had they done to her?

Aldric moaned against her lips, holding her closer and pressing her flush to him. But Islinda was restless and needy, and he growled when she ground against him, cupping her bottom. Every nerve in Islinda’s body was lit up, and she swore if Aldric touched her, she would combust.

The Faeries watched the scene, their eyes wide with excitement and anticipation as they cheered and celebrated their high lord, fully immersed in the passionate moment unfolding before them. Normally, Islinda would have been embarrassed by such attention, but in that moment, she didn’t care if the world watched. Everything else faded into the background, and all that mattered was Aldric.

Islinda was barely aware when Aldric lowered her onto the plush covers or how the dancers surrounded them with a much larger veil. It provided them with the illusion of privacy, yet it was still transparent enough for outsiders to catch a glimpse of what was happening within.

The performance of Aldric and Islinda seemed to unleash a wave of desire among the Faeries, who eagerly followed their high lord’s lead in indulging in hedonistic pleasures. Whimpers and moans echoed throughout the arena, blending with the music to create an intoxicating atmosphere thick with desire. It was as if the Faeries had been waiting for this moment, and now they embraced it fully.

In every corner of the arena, couples could be seen engaged in intimate moments, lost in the throes of passion. The air was charged with lust, almost palpable enough to be breathed in. Despite the intimate setting, the dancers remained focused on their task, keeping their faces turned away from Aldric and Islinda’s private moment while discreetly keeping watch over the other couples.

"All mine...." Aldric said possessively, burying his finger deep into her.

Islinda was responsive as usual, writhing, gasping, arching her back as he explored her tight, hot depths. She welcomed his touch, whimpering his name and begging for more and it was all it took Aldric to take her right then and there.

Her clothes were not issue. That is if that flimsy thing could be called a cloth at all. This was not how he thought the night would go at all, but it became better. Aldric thought he would have to suffer through it but his naughty little mate was brilliant as usual. Now, he would show her the virility of a Fae at its apex form. Just one of his many talents.

Aldric looked at Islinda with a gleam in his eyes just before he sheathed all of him inside of her, in one, long, deep thrust and she cried out from the impact. It felt like she had been hit by a carriage but Aldric gave her no pause as he powered through her, fucking her so hard till her scream overshadowed every other one in the winter court.

"Yes, all mine. Now scream for your King." Aldric stated proudly, pumping into her one last time as an explosive orgasm rips through Islinda.