Kian I was dreaming of her like most nights, only this time her warm, velvety mouth felt too real. I grabbed her head with one hand. She felt real, too. I fought the need to open my eyes in case it was just a dream and I didn't want to wake up. Fuck even in my dreams she was too good! I tightened my grip on her head as I thrust my hips fucking her mouth with indomitable need. Her mouth worked wonders with my cock, deep throating me at times. Soon jets of cum spurt from my cum. I knew her mouth would've been overfilled had she been real. Without letting go of her hair, I opened my eyes as I panted for air. Piercing deep purple eyes looked straight into my soul. I tightened my grip on her hair even more, and I yanked her up, making her land on my chest. "Are you even real?" I asked as I stared at her like a lovestruck teenager in front of his crush. She was fucking stunning. She was completely naked, and her hair and body were dripping wet. I stared at her round perky breasts as she
Aminda I got up stealthily after Kian fell asleep. I grabbed one of his shirts. It fell down to my mid thighs. I grabbed his phone and took a selfie with it. Using an invisibility spell and a scent cloaking one, I ventured out of the room. The darkness inside my body prevents me from sleeping. I mean, I retire to my room at night, but I'm not sleepy. It's been years since I last slept. I hummed to myself as I walked the deserted halls of the palace. I passed by King Korin's and Queen Annabel's room. I did not enter, I kept walking until I reached the room I wanted. It was time I finally met Fiorella. For years, I've been insanely jealous of this woman. I passed through her room's wall. She laid on her bed, sleeping on her back. Her short black hair looks perfectly styled, even while she sleeps. She was lying about the racy lingerie, though. She had a set of silk pajamas on, shorts, and a sleeveless tank. One of her walls is a complete shrine to Kian. It's covered in pictures of a
Kian If it weren't for the evidence, my Temptress left on my phone, I would've thought, last night only happened in one of my dreams. I stared at the picture, unable to put my phone down. She looked sexy. She looked like mine wearing my shirt. I recapped in my mind our conversation. I was definitely going to search through all the books in our private library and archives. I was precisely doing that throughout most of the day when the delicious aroma of food filled my nostrils. I looked towards the door to find Fiorella, holding a trade with food and drinks. She was wearing a very short dress, which was weird because she always dresses elegant and rather conservative. "Hey." Said Fiorella. As she sauntered toward me with the deliciously smelling food. "I thought you might be hungry. You have been working all day." She placed the trade on the desk and sat on the corner. Her dress goes up, showing an indecent amount of flesh. I looked at her and the trade as if they were snakes.
Aminda "Say that you take back your rejection!" His thrusts became deeper and faster as he was driving himself into a frenzy of lust and possessiveness. "Say that you're mine." His thrusts were frenetic. I was afraid the headboard was about to break. I couldn't speak. It was too much. Too much sensation. Too much pleasure. I felt the cramps in my pelvic area, the impending orgasm building up, but then he stopped. I opened my eyes and met with his. His blue eyes were clouded with desire. I was panting, drunken with need. My voice was raspy from screaming his name. "I'm yours, Kian. Only yours. Forever yours." I whispered, my eyes never leaving his. A satisfied groan scaped his throat. He started pounding again with the same madness as before. The sounds of the bed were mortifying. He grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them over my head. My boobs jolted up. He swirled his tongue on one of my nipples before latching on it and sucking it painfully. The pleasure was so intense at the
Kian Finally, tonight, I will see Aminda again. Another day without her was going to drive me crazy. The fact that she could finally sleep after so many years, being unable to do so is more than proof enough that we're meant for each other. She slept in my arms like a baby the other night. My hands itch with the need to touch her supple skin again. I checked myself in the mirror one last time while I put my diamon cufflinks on. This black tux was made exclusively for the party by a famous human designer. The only thing souring my mood is Fiorella. Dad insisted that we arrive together. He's going with mom on a different car, as well as River and his mate Piper. As I descended the stairs, I could see everyone waiting for me. Fiorella was standing next to Mother. Both looked regal and elegant. I wonder what Aminda was going to wear. She has a killer body. I was probably going to spend the whole night being jealous of all the men ogling her. Mother beamed when she saw me. "You look
Kian Aminda walked past Gray without sparing him a glance. She had a smirk the whole time, her eyes locked with mine. I was smiling broadly at her, too. Her beauty was undescribable. If Gray's wives left everyone here awestruck, Aminda's beauty sucked the life out of everyone present here. She was the type of beauty that provoke, envy, jelousy, and possessiveness, depending on the beholder. "King kian." She said seductively. "I didn't want to pass this chance to meet my usurper." Fiorella's eyes went wide in disbelief. I couldn't help but burst out laughing. Aminda gave Fiorella a once over. "What a downgrade." She pouted. ""You...How dare you witch?!" Fiorella spat. She had grown accustomed to being treated like royalty, and here she was now been looked down upon. Aminda put a manicured hand on my chest. Her nails were painted black with silver little crescent moons and stars. She lowered her eyes seductively. She had a little diamond pasted on each eye lid. I couldn't wai
Aminda Lord Gray, he was indeed hadsome. A man of many secrets and with particular hobbies. Even though he was devastated about losing Elana, he didn't show it. He looked so composed standing there, with his elegant three piece suit. After so many centuries of living in this world, he's probably used to losing loved ones. "Lord Gray. It was the right thing to do." He plummeted on his chair. He wasn't that unaffected after all. "She had just arrived from her country. I married her in Scotland and brought her here the very next day. I am a ruthless man to my enemies, but not to my wives. We were getting to know each other at first. I hadn't even touched her until recently." He sighed. "You know the vampire king would've raged war against you if you kept refusing him to take her. He's been waiting for his true mate for centuries. Only his mate can bear his children. Now, he would mate her and make her an immortal. An immortal just like us." His eyes met mine. He knows, I know.
Kian I was a man with an infinite amount of patience, and I had always respected my father, but hearing him call my mate a witch whore made me want to throttle him and make him apologize to her on his knees. The sounds of her claps made me aware of her presence. So regal and perfect in every way. "But your son looves this witch whore, King Korin." She made the most adorable pout. Everyone else was frozen except for us. Her catwalk style of walking made her look so enticing. I stretched my arm waiting for her. "Witch Supreme." Father harrumphed. "This is a family matter if you can excuse us." He avoided looking at her. How can he be so rude to her? He knows he is my mate. He knows my wolf, and I would tear anyman for less than that. "Oh, but I'm the main topic of your family's little...discussion." She linked her arm to mine and pressed her soft curves to me. Mom hugged Fiorella protectively, glaring daggers at me. Aminda winked at them. I pressed my nose in her hair to breat