Page 206 of My Fated Alpha: The Royals

Mother of Hell.

Mihail's fingers dug deep into her thighs as he kissed her back hungrily.

His pet moaned, and she started grinding her pussy down harder on his cock.

The bed underneath them began to rock as he started shoving his manhood inside of her harder and faster. His only thought was to ruin his pet's pussy until she was screaming and writhing, and when the muscles of her pussy began to tighten, he reached down to pinch her clit.

Rhapsody shattered with a cry of release.

"Maaaaaaaster!"

And the sound of it had Mihail hissing against her lips as his cock started jerking and twitching, his thick, burning cum flooding her channels until it was streaming down her legs.

THE SKIES REMAINEDovercast and rain still gently rapping against the glass panes when Rhapsody finally managed to stir, her body still draped over her Master's hard form. She lifted her head and blinked in surprise when her gaze instantly collided with his. It seemed as if he had been gazing at her the whole time, and her brows pleated in concern. "Is everything alright, milord?"

The marquis didn't answer right away, his fingers instead trailing down her naked back. And despite her mound still feeling a little sore and deliciously overused, his touch didn't fail to stir her senses, and she had to bite her lip to keep herself from whimpering.

She truly hoped this was normal, and that enjoying her Master's attentions was part and parcel of being an ideal pet. Because if it wasn't, then would that not make her obsessed—-

"I was thinking about what you said earlier."

The softly spoken words interrupted her thoughts, and she belatedly noticed the contemplative expression on her Master's too-beautiful face.

"It had never occurred to me that you would think us incompatible."

Rhapsody sat up at that, saying in a rush, "I'm so very sorry about that, Master." Remembering her deliberate coldness towards the marquis the past two years now deeply shamed her, and she vowed never to make any hasty assumptions ever again. "At that time, I was truly convinced that you wouldn't be attracted to someone who wasNot Normal—-"

"As it seems to have escaped your notice," Mihail interrupted, "my being half-demon is far from normal either."

"That is...correct." And Rhapsody's remorse only grew, seeing just how grossly misguided her actions had been. "I promise you, Master. I shall never make the same mistake again," she swore vehemently, "now that I know you are attracted to what'sNot Normal."

While his pet's words made it seem he had a strange fetish, it was also her eccentricity that he found enthralling, and he could only mentally shake his head, resigned to a future where it was quite likely people would start thinking him a pervert. One only had to hear his pet describe him—-

A sudden, burning sensation gripped his chest, the pain so great it nearly had his heart stop beating. Such instances only occurred when one attempted to communicate through a blood bond, and the marquis knew right away that it could not be Silviu or any of the other men making up the Galeré. That particular connection between them had long been compromised, and so it only left...

Alexandru.

Chapter Six

Much had changed since the first time Zari Baltimore came to study at Academie Nu Exista.Unlike her former school, in which she had studied how to be an ideal pet within the walls of an old castle of eerie Gothic beauty, ANEX was instead a sprawling modern complex, and its teachers, rather than holding otherworlders in esteem, strongly eschewed non-human ties of any kind.

And of the otherworlders, there was nothing ANEX disliked more than demons. Even worse, recent events had only deepened the school's animosity towards the kingdom's most dominant race, and warding spells were now fortified by the hour.

In the past, the Duke of Brimstone and his Galeré were the only half-demons able to freely enter the premises. It was not the case now, hence the need for Zari to cut through an enormous amount of red tape (as well as enduring countless scowls along the way) before finally gaining permission to meet with the Marquis of Sangre just outside the school.

The clopping sounds of horse hooves had Zari quickly straightening, and she quickly dropped to a curtsy as soon as the marquis swung off his horse. "Good evening, milord."

A slight smile briefly softened the marquis' harsh features. "Good evening, Zari."

Her heart ached at how strongly he resembled his younger brother, and she could only manage a wobbly smile in return.She used to see him as frighteningly intimidating, but now she looked upon him as an older brother she could always trust and depend on. She knew him a little better now, too, enough to sense that the marquis was not yet ready to speak his thoughts.

And so she simply waited, her gaze politely turned away, while a chilly wind blew around them. The moon was high tonight, and through the silent darkness, she occasionally caught the sound of ghostly whispers coming from the woods where dead nymphs haunted. They were more restless now, those souls trapped in silvery trees, and their territory more dangerous than ever.

"I felt something a while ago."

The marquis spoke without warning, his abrupt voice cutting through her musings. It took a second for her to understand what he was truly saying, and when it did, Zari quickly spun around to face him, her heart now drumming frantically against her chest.

"Is it..." She swallowed hard. "Is it...him?"

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