Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 763

Chapter 763: Wish It Could Last Forever

"Your Highness," a voice called from behind just as Eli was seconds away from sinking his aching fangs into Islinda’s creamy and inviting neck to complete the mate bond. He paused at once, his body going taut as the moment was interrupted. freewebnøvel.coɱ

The haze of desire clouding Eli’s mind finally lifted, and he realized that this was not the best place to mark his mate, even if he wanted to. He had to make it special, an occasion she would never forget considering it was a lifelong bond.

Eli recognized the voice; it belonged to Kalamazoo. He was close enough to see them, and the thought of him seeing Islinda’s naked form made a low growl rumble from his chest. Eli knew mates were highly possessive, but he hadn’t believed it until now. There was just this force inside of him compelling him to protect what was his. She was his alone. No one could take what belonged to him.

Kalamazoo must have sensed what was happening because Eli heard his footsteps change and then withdraw from them. Good for him, Eli thought. He had been tempted to pluck those eyes out if he had dared to see Islinda naked.

Islinda let out a whimper of frustration beneath him, but Eli silenced her with a kiss. "Don’t worry, there’s plenty of time later. I will make —"

Eli stilled, then shuddered and groaned. It was almost as if he was fighting with something or someone inside of him. The air changed, and in the next second, Aldric was now in his place with a darkened look on his face.

"That sneaky bastard," he cursed and got to his feet, fury etched in every line of his body.

To think that Eli had nearly snatched the honored opportunity of marking his mate filled him with anger.

It was at this point that Aldric wished Eli was another visible form and not residing inside his body, so he could beat the living hell out of him. Well, it wasn’t like he was making it easy for him up there either.

He had locked Eli in the innermost part of his mind and would be sure to torment him with images of Islinda when he would mark her. There was no debating about it, he would be the one to make that move.

While Aldric’s mind churned with possessiveness and rage as he imagined how he would make Eli suffer, Islinda finally got to her feet.

Now that Aldric was distant from her, she could think straight again. Islinda was confused, having no idea what just happened. Aldric drove her crazy, and she meant that literally. She touched the spot on her neck where she had felt the ghost of Aldric’s fangs and relished the thrill that rushed through her.

Aldric was fond of leaving love bites on her body, a move she recognized as him laying a stake on her. It had annoyed her in the past, but now, Evelyn felt proud to wear it around. What in the Fae was going on with her?

Islinda felt it deep down. She subconsciously recognized that the one bite was special and would have changed everything. Like everything would have finally made sense, except they were interrupted.

Islinda let out a string of curses at the interruption, wondering what could have happened if Aldric had successfully bitten her. It didn’t help matters that she felt a faint throbbing in her teeth. She wanted to bite him too. What would happen if she actually bit him?

"Your clothes are ruined," Aldric roused her and her head jerked in his direction. She watched as he picked her clothes or rather pieces of what was left of it.

Aldric scratched the back of his head sheepishly. He really should stop destroying her clothes. Except he couldn’t help it.

Unfortunately, Islinda could not head into the castle naked, neither could he ask her to wait here while he brought her another. Anyone could see her and he couldn’t bear the thought of that happening. Only he had the right to feast his eyes on her perfect body.

"Come here," Aldrc commanded her, his eyes never leaving Islinda’s.

Islinda stepped forward, closing the distance between them. She watched as Aldric took off his tunic, revealing the expanse of his chiseled chest. Her eyes roamed over his perfect body, taking in every detail. She couldn’t help but reach out, her fingers brushing against the runes etched into his skin. As if recognizing her touch, the runes glowed softly.

Aldric shivered at the contact but pretended not to notice. Islinda moved even closer, her body almost pressing against his as he wore her his tunic. He didn’t mind; in fact, he loved that she was all over him. The warmth of her presence, the scent of her hair—it was intoxicating.

When he finally slipped his tunic over her shoulders, letting it fall to her thighs, they didn’t break apart. Instead, Islinda hugged him tightly. They stood like that for a moment, simply savoring the closeness.

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