Page 131 of My Fated Alpha: The Royals

“Master...” Her moan was louder, more plaintive, and he could have listened to it over and over because he loved it when she was like this. She never asked for anything, this pet of his...or at least she didn’t ask him for anything but this.

And this, the passion, the desire, the pleasure, he would more than gladly give to her. Fuck her until they were both out of their minds, for as long as she wanted.

He sucked her nipples until she was panting loudly, her nails scraping so hard against his back he knew it would leave marks. But still he continued sucking, using his tongue and fangs to play with her nipples until he got what he wanted, her legs tightening around his waist, and she was grinding her lower body against his, pressing her pussy against his cock.

The friction it caused was delicious, the way she rubbed and ground her wonderfully moist flesh against his rigid erection slowly driving him out of his mind as well.

Her fingers tightened around his hair, forcibly pulling his head off her nipples, and he let her because he liked it when she was a fierce little kitty like this.

Her eyes had turned into a stormy shade of gray. “Master, take me.” A demand and a plea.

“As you wish, pet.” And he used his preternatural speed to take her by surprise.

His pet screamed, the shock of his cock sliding into her – when it was nowhere even near her pussy a second before – intensifying the pleasure.

“Master.” She panted it out, screamed, whispered, moaned – she released whatever sound she needed to ease the ache inside her body, one that only Alexandru could satisfy.

His cock was like a large, hungry animal, and only her body could feed it. His cock devoured her, taking and taking more with each thrust. And she gave, oh, she gave his cock everything it wanted because deep inside, that was what she wanted. As his human pet, she wanted him to feed from her, to be satisfied with her and by her, forever.

His need going out of bounds, Alexandru could no longer control his thrusts. His body slammed against her, his cock plunging inside her, over and over.

This time, when Alexandru growled her name, she didn’t mind it because this time, it didn’t sound like goodbye.

“Zari,” he gritted out. His hands clasped the cheeks of her butt, tightening. “I want you to come with me.”

“Yes, Mas—-aaaaaaaaah!” Again, he had used his powers to take her by surprise, his cock moving so fast and hard no human could ever think of matching it. It was like a machine, but God, in such a good way, so fast and hard she wished he could pound into her forever.

She came, as fast and hard as his thrusts, and only moments passed before he was shouting her name again, his seed pouring inside her, hot and creamy, and so good it made Zari throw her head back even as she clung to him as tightly as she could. Shewanted it all, didn’t want a single drop of his come to leak out of her. If she couldn’t have her Master’s heart, surely it was okay to have even just this.

Her eyes drifted closed again as she felt the aftershocks of her release fade. Dimly, she felt her Master kissing her forehead. She protested drowsily when she felt him pulling away, but it didn’t stop him, her Master only chuckling and pressing a kiss on her lips. She could have sworn he whispered he wouldn’t leave her, but she was too tired, too sleepy, to be sure.

When she woke up, her Master was gone. Panic bubbled inside her, but she forced it down, trying to keep herself calm as she reached for her phone. She only wanted to check if she had a message from Alexandru, but instead the dead came calling, sending a vision so horrid it had her crying.

GREEN.

The color of leaves above him as the world started to blur. Someone was drinking from his neck, and because Zari was inside him, this man who was dying, she felt like that person was drinking from her.

It hurt, so much because it had taken his (her) killer fifteen painful minutes to rip a hole in his neck. God, if he (she) had known, he (she) would have given his (her) attacker his (her) own knife instead.

Kill me now.That was what he (she) wanted to say.

Pain merged their thoughts, his and hers, and the green leaves around him seemed to merge as well, or maybe it was justbecause they were dying, making their imaginations start to play tricks on their minds.

A shadow fell over them, the world temporarily losing its greenness.

Now, the world had the face of their killer.

And it was not Rhapsody.

Chapter Three

The door was open, allowing him to enter the workshop without knocking. He found her bent over the desk, several open books before her. Her long blonde hair fell against one shoulder, exposing the lovely slim column of her throat. The sight of it had his fangs coming out, and memories of the taste of her blood had his body hardening. There just wasn’t any pleasure that could match what he felt when drinking from her.

His presence masked, he was able to stand directly behind her without her hearing a thing. He cupped her nape, and as she gasped in surprise, he already had her facing him and stealing a kiss from her sweet lips.

When he pulled away, the way she looked at him had Alexandru kissing her again and again, until both of them were panting, bodies straining against each other.

“You shouldn’t be doing that,” she said breathlessly when he lifted his head.

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