Page 127 of The Princess and Her Grand King

“Not since yesterday,” the head soldier replied, his tone grim.

Her heart sank.Grand Lord Zaiper is in the blackest of his moods.

Oh, heavens.

She gripped her gown so tight her knuckles turned white under the strain.

No one knew what had caused his dark mood, though speculation circled around the Grand King’s visit to Greyrock the night hisSoulbondwas attacked.

Since that night, her master had fallen into one of those depressing, aggressive ways that rarely came, but when it did, wasdownright terrifying.

And since then, Lady Adissa had known no peace.

“Please go inside,” Razarr said, his voice softer now. “He is waiting for his bloodhost.”

Her legs felt like lead, but she forced them forward, the door creaking faintly as she opened it. Stepping inside, she shut the door behind her.

Tonight, the chamber had very little light, shadows stretching long across the walls.

Her master stood by the window, his hands clasped behind his back, his rigid frame outlined by the faint light of the moon.

He didn’t turn when she entered.The calm before a dark storm.

Adissa hesitated, instinct screaming at her to tread carefully. Nights like this were not new to her, but she dreaded how they usually ended.

Would tonight be any different?

The thought almost made her snort. She was asking the wrong question. The right one was…Are you prepared for this?

“Master, you sent for me.” She bowed.

“Feed me in the ways of old,” came the command, low and precise.

Lady Adissa’s hands moved to the ties of her gown, slipping them free, the air cool against her skin as she shed every layer.

The fabric fell away, pooling at her feet. Completely naked, she knelt before him, tilting her head to the side. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for what was to come.

Lady Adissa did not hear him approach, but suddenly, he was there, crouching in front of her. Then came the sharp sting of his elongated fangs piercing her neck.

Arousal slammed into her. She moaned, her body betraying her even as her mind fought to stay aware through the flood of pheromones.

You must keep your head. You must not lose restraint. Please, do not lose control.

But the more lord Zapier drank, the harder it became to think. His elixir coursing through her veins… it dulled her thoughts, replacing them with potent lust, her thighs trembling as she grew so wet.

His fingers trailed over her back, lingering at the curve of her waist before moving to cup her breast.

He plucked at her hardened nipple, pinching it lightly, teasing it between his calloused fingers, and she whimpered, sparks of pleasure shooting through her.

“Please,” Adissa begged, clutching her trembling thighs. “I… I am to be in my bondmate’s bed tonight. Please, My Lord… not tonight.”

A rush of new arousal swam her, making herburnwith unbearable need, her master pumping her with a fresh dose of his elixir.

It was too much, Adissa felt like she would die if she didn’t feel him inside her.

Her thighs parted, seeking relief from the ache. His hand was already there, his fingers sliding along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh before plunging into her.

“Goddess,” Adissa cried, her back arching helplessly.Oh gods, I never win this battle.

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