Page 7 of Desired By her Alien Prince

As he was preparing her neck for him to bite, it was obvious that he would not comply with the unharmed clause. That he dared lay a hand on her meant he would have killed her after because he had to realize the consequences should he have brought her aboard theAsphodeltainted by him. Behlial would have him skinned.

All this rushed through my mind as my body flew through the air, filled with a furious rage the likes of which I had never experienced before, not even for Behlial.

I pushed the ineffective Adama to the side, barely noticing him hitting his head against the opposite wall, and focused on the Daemon, who must have scented me as his head turned from the female's swanlike neck, baring his exposed fangs to me, hissing.

I should have kicked his head, but the rage inside me kept building, turning my normally calculating mind into an irrational, fury-filled state that turned me into a primal beast.

My left hand buried into his hair and pulled him up while my right fist found a target on his exposed chin.

He snarled and lashed out at me. Me! His prince!

The female showed her good sense by scrambling away while my fists pummeled the noble, who was in better shape than most of his peers, and I suspected he must have been training for this day.

So be it. I would kill him before I took the female.

He unsheathed a gleaming, black-bladed knife, and I narrowed my eyes. Where he got a mortferrym knife from was a mystery, but owning it and attacking me with it sealed his fate.

When he slashed at me, I kicked his thigh, bringing him to one knee. Carefully avoiding the blade—which would hurt me like searing acid—I landed another right hook against his cheek.

He pivoted, favoring his other side since the hook must have left his ears ringing, and got up on his feet. Loud bangs rang out as the female had regained her composure and was indiscriminately shooting at me and the noble. Her efforts were admirable and laughable at the same time; the only thing she accomplished was making noise, a lot of it.

I didn't even feel the impact of whatever she was shooting at me, but the noise was getting irritating and threatened to distract my focus. Finally realizing the futility of her actions, she rushed to the fallen Adama male while I sidestepped the blade the noble jabbed at me.

I brought my knee up as I spun into his side, hitting him in the liver, while I reached for his knife arm. My fingers encircled his lower arm like vices, my knee moved up again against his side. Still, he wasn't done yet. With a grunt, he slammed his fist into my kidney. Unfortunately for him, I was past the point of caring about pain; the rage inside me would not allow it to penetrate my mind.

Grappling, we found each other in a strange embrace, and despite my death grip on his arm, he managed to angle his wrist and stab the knife into my side. The pain was instant and ferocious even through my rage filled mind, but I had endured it too many times to give in to it. Instead, it fueled my fury, and when I brought my knee up the next time, he crumbled.

I turned his arm holding the knife and pointed it toward him. His red eyes opened wide at the prospect of meeting his death.

"Mercy… Prince Azazel," he pleaded.

Now I was a prince again?

In quick succession, I rammed the knife in and out of his torso, using his own hand to stab himself. He screamed in agony before his eyes rolled back and he went limp in my arms.

Disgusted, I flung his body from me, and, turning, I searched for the Nayphyllym.

But there was no sign of her or the Adama. Cursing, I sprinted toward the alley's entrance, and didn't dare breathe until I saw her, supporting the bent over, half-conscious male.

My side stung from the knife wound, but my mind was too busy tracking her to care. I still saw everything through a red haze, but my fury was turning into something else. My fangs and cock throbbed as I turned my sprint into a leisurely stalk. She wouldn't escape me.

She must have sensed me because her head flew back, and she let out an ear-piercing scream. My lips curled into a grin, exposing my fangs, and she screamed again. Her scent hit me now full force, so thick and alluring, I fought the urge to rush her. I wanted to enjoy this hunt every sweet step of the way.

I sheathed the knife I took from the noble, keeping my eyes glued on her as she shouldered her way into some kind of store. People yelled inside, some in fright, some in anger.

She slammed the door shut behind her, right into my face, but one hard kick against the flimsy glass door pulled it off its hinges. It crashed against the wall and fell to the ground, shattering, not that I cared.

Several people screamed in unison as they scrambled into the back of the store. One shot his laughable little gun at me. It took him five rounds to realize that whatever the gun was loaded with didn't faze me before, cursing, he followed the other Adamas in their retreat.

The female I had been stalking screamed again. The male tried to get up; he must have hit his head harder than I thought, or he was a coward, hiding behind the female. It didn't matter because he was of no consequence as I grabbed his arm and flung him into a shelf filled with little objects to get him out of the way.

For a moment, his scent filled my nostrils, and I recognized it. He was a Nayphyllym too. We only had a handful of male Nayphyllyms aboard theAsphodel, but here on Adama they had to be more plentiful to keep the race going, I mused. Any amusement, however, left me at the thought that he might have touched her, defiled her.

Since I didn't smell him on her or her on him, I didn't pay him any more mind, solely focused on the female, who retreated against a table, until the small of her back made contact with it, making her realize that she had run out of room. Tear-filled blue eyes stared up at me. I licked my lips and bared my fangs dripping with my venom in anticipation of her tender flesh.

My cock throbbed, but I would not take her that way. I had never taken a female against her will, and I wouldn't start now, no matter how much my phallus strained. Maybe I wouldn't drain her completely, I thought, or maybe I would bring her aboard theAsphodeland, in time, she would yield that luscious body of hers to me.

I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into my chest while I yanked at her hair to expose her neck, but right before my fangs made contact with her creamy skin, I felt something.

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