Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 826

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Chapter 826: Family Meeting With Aldric —1

Islinda’s eyes fluttered open to the sight of a handsome face hovering above her. Aldric’s bright eyes gleamed with a wicked, satisfied grin as he looked down at her, his tousled hair framing his chiseled features. "Morning, beautiful. I take it you had a pleasant sleep?" he murmured, his voice husky.

Instead of returning his smile, Islinda scowled at him. Pleasant sleep? How could she get any sleep when he wouldn’t let her catch a wink? They had been going at it like rabbits."

Before she could unleash the full brunt of her annoyance, Aldric’s grin widened, and in a swift motion, he slid inside her, pulling a loud moan from her lips.

The retort she’d been prepared to deliver dissolved into a gasp as her body reacted instinctively to the intrusion. Her cheeks flushed, and she bit her lower lip, trying to suppress another moan that threatened to escape.

"Yes," Aldric groaned, his voice deepening with pleasure as he began to move his hips slowly, deliberately. "That’s the sound I’d rather hear from your mouth right now."

The gods help her, Islinda thought, her head falling back against the pillow. Aldric would be the death of her. But even as she clung to her annoyance, her body betrayed her, arching toward him, seeking more of the pleasure he knew how to provide so well. She felt herself slipping back into that intoxicating haze that had consumed them for the past two days.

The mating haze.

Islinda had learned about it after they had marked each other, a biological process triggered when mates claimed each other. The haze was a period of intense heat, where neither could think of anything else but the need to be together, constantly. And the most dangerous part of it? The female was at her most fertile during this time.

She couldn’t help but feel a pang of concern. She knew what Aldric thought about children. The last time they had spoken about it, he hadn’t expressed any outright displeasure, but he had made it clear that his children wouldn’t be safe in a realm so divided and against them. No children, he had said, at least not until the situation was more stable.

But then Aldric had to know that and did not complain, so she led it go. So they threw themselves into each other, surrendering to the haze with abandon.

For two days, the palace staff had left them alone, understanding all too well the nature of the mating haze. Only when it was absolutely necessary did they bring in food, and even then, Aldric had nearly snapped the poor servant’s head off for daring to enter their space. Fae males were notoriously territorial during the haze, especially when it came to their mate. Eventually, someone had the sense to carve a small hole through the door to slip in meals, a much safer option for all involved.

But as consumed as they were by their passion, neither Islinda nor Aldric cared much about food. Not when there were far more pressing, more pleasurable activities to engage in.

Today, however, was different. The haze had lessened, and as they finished freshening up, Islinda noticed a line of soldiers in their living room. She tensed, feeling Aldric’s immediate shift beside her. Good thing she was not naked.

He stood protectively in front of her, his body rigid with tension, his eyes blazing with a warning as he glared at the soldiers.

The general leading the contingent raised his hands in a placating gesture. "Calm down, Prince Aldric. You and your mate are pardoned from any punishment," he announced, his tone firm but respectful.