Mated To The Dead Prince-Chapter 75

​The soft glow of the fireplace cast dancing shadows across the room, illuminating the tangled sheets and the flush on Rose’s skin.

Cassius lay beside her, one arm thrown possessively over her waist, pulling her flush against his hard, warm body. His breathing was still a little ragged, mirroring her own, a testament to the raw passion that had just consumed them.

​His lips, now slightly swollen from their ferocious kisses, brushed against her temple. "Are you still worried, my lady?" he murmured, his voice a low, raspy purr that vibrated through her.

​Rose sighed, a soft, contented sound, burrowing deeper into his embrace. The anxieties that had plagued her earlier seemed distant, almost unreal, banished by the intensity of their connection. His touch, his claim, had been more potent than any fear.

​"No," she whispered, her voice a little breathless, tracing patterns on his muscular arm. "Not when you’re like this. Not when I’m with you."

​He chuckled, a deep, satisfied sound. "Good. Because I warned you, didn’t I? You are mine. And I intend to remind you of that fact, every single day." His hand slid lower, possessively cupping her hip.

​She shifted slightly, feeling the familiar stir of desire even after their profound release. "And you are mine, Cassius," she retorted playfully, though her eyes held a serious spark. "Completely. Don’t you dare forget that."

​He leaned in, nipping gently at her earlobe. "Never. You own me, little human. Body and soul. More than any crown, more than any kingdom." He pulled back, his golden eyes burning into hers. "Now... about this ’full moon’ that worried you so. It is approaching swiftly. And with it, the urge to solidify our bond, to truly claim you as mine in the sight of the ancients."

​His gaze dropped to her throat, then slid lower to where her heart hammered beneath her ribs. "Are you ready, Rose? To bear my mark? To become irrevocably bound to a dead prince who lives only for you?" His words, though seductive, carried a profound weight, a question of destiny and eternal commitment.

​Rose met his gaze, her heart swelling with a fierce, unwavering love. All the complexities, the dangers, the ancient prophecies, they paled in comparison to the intoxicating power of his devotion. She knew, with every fiber of her being, that this was where she belonged.

​"Yes, Cassius," she breathed, her voice firm, resolute. "I am ready. Mark me. Claim me. I want to be yours, completely. Let the full moon bear witness." She amaweres firmly.

​A slow, dangerous smile spread across his face, his eyes deepening to molten gold. "As you wish, my queen." He tightened his embrace, pulling her even closer, a silent promise of the eternal bond they were about to forge. "Soon, the entire kingdom will know you are mine."

The fears about Elowen, the doubts about her own worth – they crumbled under the weight of his undeniable claim. She felt a profound sense of belonging, a connection so deep it defied logic or explanation.

However, she couldn’t help but wonder if Elowen would still try to make advances on Cassius.

Cassius’s hand tightened around her, "She would not, My lady. Rest your mind, I’m yours alone, no creature or being can defy that... not even Scarlet." He chuckled.

Rose tilted her head to look at his face, "You had something with Scarlet, too?" She questioned.

Cassius shook his head, "No, my lady. She is just a little coudin who has fantasies of bring the queen of the Darkonis kingdom... but I already have a queen." He cupped her breast and kissed her.

"I know she causes trouble for you, and if you wish, we can stop her from coming here entirely," he suggested.

Rose shook her head, "No, let her be... I would be boring without her here." She smiled mischievously.

"Don’t I keep you busy enough?" Cassius asked lowly, his hand found her and rolling her peak between his fingers.

A soft moan escaped Rose’s lips, and she gently sucked her lower lip between her teeth.

"You know it’s different, my king. Still, I do like what you do to me," She whispered, her breath turning shallow as heat once again pooled between her legs as Cassius’s kept playing with her nipplle between his fingers.

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Cassius hummed quietly, "Guess where next I’m drinking from, my lady," he leaned down and whispered against her lips, his green eyes glowing intensely.

Rose curled her fingers around the sheet as she watched Cassius’s eyes lower to her breasts, "Cassius... mmnn..." she pressed the back of her head into the pillow the moment Cassius’s mouth wrapped around her peak.

He sucked it slowly, grazing it softly with his teeth and livking the hard people.

He slowly gave the same treatment to her other nipple, sucking it softly while he squished her other beast in his hand.

"Cassius... I... ahh, I’m thribbing down there... again..." she whimpered.

Cassius gave one last suck before lifting himself to her above her, "My pleasure, my Rose." He whispered and pushed his hips between her thighs.

Eyes locked in lust and in love, he eased himself inside her once more, groaning as his body shuddered from how sleek and wet Rowe was.

"Oh, fuck... yes, Cassius... yes..." she cried softly, wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him deeper, her hips thrusting up to meet his.

He growled softly, his hips bucking against hers, "Mark or no mark, baby, you are mine." His hand weapped her neck, a gentle pressure tgat had her psnting in pleaure.

"Yes, Cassius... ahn... I’m yours!" She thrashed her head as he twisted his hips in a different angle, causing his strokes to reach mire depth, her legs shaking.

"My blood sings for you..." he grunted, increasing his pace between her legs, "Ugh...My soul recognizes yours, my lady." He shuddered.

He kissed her hair, then pulled back slightly, leaving only his tip inside her, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"No, Cassius, don’t take it out... please, I’m close, so close... please," she cried, using her legs to pull him back, her arms wrapping his shoulders to hold him down, "Fuck me, my king. Fuck you pretty, little, horny woman." She whispered into his ear and sucked om the side of his neck.

Cassius groaned, his lenght swelling inside her, "As you wish, my woman." A low growl rumbled within his chest, and he proceeded to fuck Rose as she requested.

The room was filled with thecsound if their bodies sliding in wet, hot pleaure, their groans and moans a soundtrack to their passionate collision.

"Heavens, Rose... Ugh... your gripping me so fucking tight," Cassius whispered breathlessly, his movements turning frantic and out of rhythm.

Rose missed, back arching off the bed and finishers digging into the back of Cassius’s shoulders, "Cum in me, Cassius... I want to feel you, ahhn..." she gasped, "empty youd seed inside me, my king... mmhnn... yeess!" She trashed her head fron sude to sude as Cassius growled above her.

She milked him. He filled her.

Together, they throbbed and spammed against each other, breaths mixing they kissed hungrily.

"I adore you, my little human," Cassius whispered through ragged breaths.

Rose couldn’t speak, her body was still deliciously contracting, her toes curled as her orgasm travelled all over he body.

Cassius gently pulled out of her and pulled her above his chest, kissing her hair, "I’m addicted. I’m obsessed, I’m head over heels. Only for you, Rose. Our bond is stronger than any ritual." Cassius whispered, rubbing Rose’s head.

Rose purred quietly, catching her breath on his chest, "I know, Cassius. I’m your little, sexy mate. I’d be offended if you weren’t obsessed with me." She smiled tiredly, yawning.

​ Cassius chuckled, "You got me right under your paws my little witch. My heart has never belonged to anyone but the one who holds it now." He lifted her chin, his gaze unwavering. "Do you believe me, my lady? Do you trust my word?"

Rose roamed her eyes over his pristine face, hus green eyes filled with love for her, "I trust your word, Cassius, blindly." She answered and hugged him, closing her eyes and basking in the aftermath of their love-making.

She trusted him, fully.

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Elliot entered the Crimson Parlour, the fire casting the room in shades of blood and shadow, and found Dabmond as though the chamber belonged to him alone.

The velvet-draped windows and dark portraits looming from the walls seemed to lean closer, feeding on the silence between them.

For a moment, Elliot felt the weight of both the room and his brother’s gaze—heavy, sharp, and curious—before stepping forward, knowing that in the Crimson Parlour, nothing was ever said without consequence. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"Good evening, brother. He is currently busy..." Dabmond greeted Elliot, who had just walked into their large parlour.

"I’m not here for him, brother... you know that, already," Elliot marched over to the red, velvet sofa and lowered himself on it, pinning Dabmond with a serious look.

Dabmond cleared his throat, "Brother... you don’t have to confront him on this matter. The full moon is close, you don’t have to let yourself get driven by the call of the moon. Do not trespass -"

"I am not trespassing!" Elliot growled, his eyes glowing yellow.

Dabmond rose slowly, his head lowered in deference, his voice measured but edged with urgency. "I mean no harm, eldest brother. I only seek to protect us. You and Cassius command the fiercest creatures in the kingdom—if strife divides you, enemies will gather like vultures. We cannot afford a feud born of pride and claim."

Elliot shook his head, a faint smile ghosting his lips as he stepped closer. His presence carried the weight of certainty, every word deliberate. "Before the full moon, I had Rose. This is no feud, Dabmond. I’m not here to stir conflict—I’m here to claim what is already mine. Had I taken her in the human world, Cassius would never have had the chance. She is mine. Tell him that. And on the night of the full moon, I will mark her."

He clasped Dabmond’s shoulder with the kind of pressure that warned more than comforted. "Do not stand in my way, brother. Do not place yourself in the crossfire."

With that, Elliot turned and strode from the Crimson Parlour, leaving behind the crackle of fire, the scent of smoke, and the heavy silence of unspoken war.