Mated To The Cruel Prince-Chapter 763: Wish It Could Last Forever

"Your Highness," a voice called from behind just as Eli was seconds away from sinking his aching fangs into Islinda’s creamy and inviting neck to complete the mate bond. He paused at once, his body going taut as the moment was interrupted.

The haze of desire clouding Eli’s mind finally lifted, and he realized that this was not the best place to mark his mate, even if he wanted to. He had to make it special, an occasion she would never forget considering it was a lifelong bond.

Eli recognized the voice; it belonged to Kalamazoo. He was close enough to see them, and the thought of him seeing Islinda’s naked form made a low growl rumble from his chest. Eli knew mates were highly possessive, but he hadn’t believed it until now. There was just this force inside of him compelling him to protect what was his. She was his alone. No one could take what belonged to him.

Kalamazoo must have sensed what was happening because Eli heard his footsteps change and then withdraw from them. Good for him, Eli thought. He had been tempted to pluck those eyes out if he had dared to see Islinda naked.

Islinda let out a whimper of frustration beneath him, but Eli silenced her with a kiss. "Don’t worry, there’s plenty of time later. I will make —"

Eli stilled, then shuddered and groaned. It was almost as if he was fighting with something or someone inside of him. The air changed, and in the next second, Aldric was now in his place with a darkened look on his face.

"That sneaky bastard," he cursed and got to his feet, fury etched in every line of his body.

To think that Eli had nearly snatched the honored opportunity of marking his mate filled him with anger.

It was at this point that Aldric wished Eli was another visible form and not residing inside his body, so he could beat the living hell out of him. Well, it wasn’t like he was making it easy for him up there either.

He had locked Eli in the innermost part of his mind and would be sure to torment him with images of Islinda when he would mark her. There was no debating about it, he would be the one to make that move.

While Aldric’s mind churned with possessiveness and rage as he imagined how he would make Eli suffer, Islinda finally got to her feet.

Now that Aldric was distant from her, she could think straight again. Islinda was confused, having no idea what just happened. Aldric drove her crazy, and she meant that literally. She touched the spot on her neck where she had felt the ghost of Aldric’s fangs and relished the thrill that rushed through her.

Aldric was fond of leaving love bites on her body, a move she recognized as him laying a stake on her. It had annoyed her in the past, but now, Evelyn felt proud to wear it around. What in the Fae was going on with her?

Islinda felt it deep down. She subconsciously recognized that the one bite was special and would have changed everything. Like everything would have finally made sense, except they were interrupted.

Islinda let out a string of curses at the interruption, wondering what could have happened if Aldric had successfully bitten her. It didn’t help matters that she felt a faint throbbing in her teeth. She wanted to bite him too. What would happen if she actually bit him?

"Your clothes are ruined," Aldric roused her and her head jerked in his direction. She watched as he picked her clothes or rather pieces of what was left of it.

Aldric scratched the back of his head sheepishly. He really should stop destroying her clothes. Except he couldn’t help it.

Unfortunately, Islinda could not head into the castle naked, neither could he ask her to wait here while he brought her another. Anyone could see her and he couldn’t bear the thought of that happening. Only he had the right to feast his eyes on her perfect body.

"Come here," Aldrc commanded her, his eyes never leaving Islinda’s.

Islinda stepped forward, closing the distance between them. She watched as Aldric took off his tunic, revealing the expanse of his chiseled chest. Her eyes roamed over his perfect body, taking in every detail. She couldn’t help but reach out, her fingers brushing against the runes etched into his skin. As if recognizing her touch, the runes glowed softly.

Aldric shivered at the contact but pretended not to notice. Islinda moved even closer, her body almost pressing against his as he wore her his tunic. He didn’t mind; in fact, he loved that she was all over him. The warmth of her presence, the scent of her hair—it was intoxicating.

When he finally slipped his tunic over her shoulders, letting it fall to her thighs, they didn’t break apart. Instead, Islinda hugged him tightly. They stood like that for a moment, simply savoring the closeness.

Aldric was relishing the feel of her against him when he picked up the barest sound of her teeth emerging. Instinctively, he jerked away just seconds before Islinda could sink her teeth into his skin.

Shock registered on his face, mirrored by the horror in Islinda’s eyes. She touched her teeth, feeling the sharp edges, and tears welled up. "I’m so sorry, Aldric," she said, her voice trembling. "I don’t know what’s happening to me."

Aldric hesitated for a moment but then took her in his arms, patting her shoulder gently. "It’s alright," he murmured. "It’s the bond seeking completion, especially now that we can’t keep our hands off each other."

Islinda looked up at him, her eyes full of confusion. "What are you talking about? I don’t understand." She wanted more details.

Aldric swallowed, his eyes searching hers. He opened his mouth to speak but his gaze found Issac and it dawned on him that they were running out of time.

He quickly cupped her face and asked, "Do you trust me, Islinda?"

Islinda gulped. Did she trust Aldric? She had no idea, but the devil she knew was better than the angel she has not seen. Moreover, Aldric would not hurt her.

So she nodded her head.

He smiled, his expression softening knowing deep down that it was a big move from her.

"Then you should know that your reaction towards me is completely normal. I want to bite you too, but there’s no more time. With each minute you spend here, Maxi is at risk in the palace. We have to get your glamor and send you back before your disappearance is noticed. Tomorrow then, when I arrive at the palace, I would tell you everything."

"Alright, I believe you." Islinda said with conviction.

"Good girl." Aldric kissed her on the forehead and Islinda leaned into him, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. Despite the confusion, suspicion and fear, there was also a deep sense of rightness in Aldric’s words.

Aldric looked into Islinda’s eyes, "You have to go dress up. We need to move immediately."

Taking her hand, Aldric led her into the castle. Her room was just the way she had left it and Islinda moved to her wardrobe, rummaging through it for something simple to wear. It struck her that the servants were conspicuously absent. She wondered if they were asleep or if Aldric had sent them away, leaving the two of them alone.

Islinda chose a simple dress and began to undress, pulling off the garment Aldric had given her. She stood naked, her back to him, and then bent over as she searched for her clothes. The action was deliberate, an unspoken invitation. Aldric groaned, his hands gripping the chair tightly as he felt his growing arousal.

"Damn it, Islinda," he muttered under his breath, fighting the urge to cross the room and continue from what he had stopped. And with the both of them alone, the idea seemed feasible.

He watched her, every of her movement teasing him, driving him mad with want.

"If we had more time, I’d teach you a lesson for tempting me like this." He growled.

Islinda straightened, turning her head slightly to look at him with a mischievous smile. "You really think so?" she dared him, pulling the dress over her head and smoothing it down her body.

Aldric let out a frustrated breath, his eyes still locked on her. "You enjoy driving me crazy, don’t you?"

Islinda laughed softly, a light sound that made his heart race. "Maybe a little," she admitted, walking over to him and placing a hand on his chest. "But I know you can handle it."

Aldric had no idea where this confidence was coming from and for a moment, he feared that Azula was back, but he knew Islinda and this was her. Well, he was enjoying this side of her. Aldric could only wish it lasted forever.

He caught her hand, bringing it to his lips and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. "You have no idea," he said, his voice low and full of promise. "I’ll make you cry for mercy, so better brace yourself. However, that would only happen if you’re alive. We can’t risk anyone seeing you like this, so let’s move."