Mated To The Cruel Prince-Chapter 724: Worship Him - 1

What has he done? The shame was quick to overwhelm Aldric. Although he told himself this was the only way to put down Azula’s defenses and get what he wanted. But Aldric knew the truth — he had enjoyed every bit of their angst fucking.

He loved the way her walls clenched around his dick and milked him dry. He loved the way Azula had been able to match his vigor and strength. He liked the way he had not been worried about hurting her and rutted her just the way he wanted. He liked the darkness in her.

Fuck.

Yes, that exactly was the problem. He was cheating on Islinda with the demon who possessed her. And it did not help that he liked it. Perhaps, he was truly twisted and there was really no salvation for him.

He was not supposed to cheat on his mate even if the demon wore her face. Azula and Islinda were different. Islinda was not Azula and Azula was not Islinda. They could never be. And never will be.

Aldric was roused out of his reverie as their gazes met and held. Azula was breathing heavily, her hooded eyes gleaming with satisfaction, her chest heaving.

She walked toward him, and Aldric braced himself, sitting up straighter. She shamelessly ogled him, her gaze running over his bare chest. His clothes lay in a heap on the floor, and Aldric decided it was high time he dressed up, with the way Azula looked at him like she intended to devour him.

Azula’s curiosity got the best of her, and she reached out to touch one of the glowing runes on his chest. Aldric swatted her hand away with annoyance. She gave him a warning glare and attempted to touch him again, only to get the same response. She growled at him this time.

Aldric growled back. "You’ve had your fun, now it’s over."

She laughed coldly, the mere sound enough to send chills down anyone’s spine. But Aldric’s expression remained passive.

"Who said anything about me having fun?" Azula retorted, her face twisted with controlled anger. "You tricked me. This is just the beginning of my idea of fun."

She moved to touch him again, and Aldric stopped her once more. Her eyes flashed with thrill, and they began to grapple, each trying to dominate the other.

Azula’s hand darted out, trying to make contact with his skin, but Aldric twisted away, capturing her wrist in a vice-like grip. He pulled her close, their bodies nearly touching, his eyes blazing with a mix of challenge and warning.

"Stop pushing me. You wouldn’t like what I’ll do to you," he hissed, his breath hot against her face.

"Ooh, I’m scared. But then, what if I like what you do to me?," she spat back, a dangerous smile curling her lips as she wrenched free and pushed him with surprising force.

Aldric tried to break free, but Azula was prepared, pinning him against the wall with surprising strength. Her grip was unyielding, her body pressing against his in a way that made escape almost impossible. It was as if she was giving him a taste of his own medicine, mirroring the way he had easily dominated and fucked her over the counter earlier. Now, it was her turn to return the favor.

Her hand traveled down, brushing against his now erect cock.

"No, don’t you dare!" Aldric growled, struggling to break free. But Azula held her ground, her grip firm and unyielding.

She laughed at his efforts. As if that wasn’t enough, she leaned in and licked him across the face. Aldric’s expression twisted in disgust, which only made her cackle louder.

"I can taste your anger, your shame, and... your arousal," she purred. "You’re mad that you want this. That you want me."

"I’ll kill you once I’m free," Aldric hissed through gritted teeth.

"Liar, liar, dick so hard," Azula taunted, wrapping her hand around his massive cock, teasing him with slow, deliberate strokes.

"Fuck," Aldric groaned, his head falling back against the wall. The veins in his neck stood out prominently, and his jaw clenched as he battled for control.

"They say Fae can’t lie, yet here you are, my big, bad Fae prince, lying to yourself," Azula sang, her hand continuing its exploration of his velvet flesh, relishing how his muscles contracted with each stroke. She was torturing him, and she was enjoying every second of it. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

"Admit it..." Azula whispered into his ear, her voice dripping with sultry promise. "You want this. You want me. Regret it all you want, but you can’t deny it."

Aldric’s breath grew ragged with each of her strokes, his eyes gleaming with a mix of defiance and dark desire.

"Fuck you," he spat, his voice a low growl.

Azula smiled, not offended in the slightest. "In that case, I guess I have to fuck you first."

With that, she began to lower herself to the ground, a sultry smile playing on her lips. Aldric’s eyes went wide as he realized her intent.

He could have stopped her. He had the power to do so. Yet, he did nothing, his body betraying him as a wide smile split her lips. Just as she suspected, he couldn’t get enough of this.

What was he doing? Aldric couldn’t believe he was letting the demon have her way with him. He was the dark Fae prince, the master of seduction. He couldn’t be controlled by sex. Only Islinda had managed that. And now Azula. This was wrong and twisted on so many levels. But Aldric couldn’t explain it. Deep down, he wanted it, just as he had with Islinda. Or perhaps, this was the succubus’s power over him.

Azula looked up at him from her knees, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Tell me, do you like the view of me on my knees, ready to worship you?"

Before Aldric could muster a caustic response, Azula wrapped her lips around his tip and suckled. And he was a goner.