Mated To The Cruel Prince-Chapter 865: Breeded

Gabbi melted under his touch, her eyes fluttering closed as she arched toward him. His lips trailed from her neck down to the point where her shoulder piece obstructed his path. With a low groan of frustration, he unlatched it and cast it aside. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

His gaze darkened as he looked at his mate, taking in her disheveled state, her hair spilling around her like a curtain, her lips swollen, her face flushed, and her chest rising and falling with each breath.

He traced the swell of her breast with his tongue while his hand glided down her thigh. The anticipation made Gabbi’s heart race, and by the time his hand moved lower, he tore her panties and freed a breast. She cried out as he suckled on her nipple and stroked her wet folds.

"Oh God!"

Gabbi’s soft cries filled the room as her mate pleasured her. He found her entrance while suckling on one breast, thrusting in and out of her warm heat. He bit her nipples gently, the mix of pain and pleasure making her walls tighten around his fingers.

"Yes, just like that. Unravel for me, little mate."

Whether it was his sultry words or his skilled fingers, Gabbi lost herself completely, screaming her desire until she was certain everyone nearby could hear her voice.

"Yes, good," Azreal hummed in approval, leaning in to kiss her gently, as if rewarding her for being such a good mate.

But she was mistaken.

While their lips were still joined, she heard a tearing sound and realized it was her clothes. Her eyes widened as she looked at Azreal, whose hands had transformed into claws. A bolt of fear shot through her, making her think he might harm her, but his kisses conveyed something different. In his eyes, she could still see a semblance of the man she knew.

They pulled away, staring at each other, breathing heavily. He leaned in to whisper in her ear, his breath hot and seductive. "Tell me you want this. That you want me inside you. To love you. To breed that fertile womb of yours. To mark you. To make you mine in ways no one has ever done. Tell me you’re mine, little mate."

Those words should have raised warning bells; after all, "breeding" was involved. But Gabbi was far gone. No, she wanted this. She wanted him.

"Do it," she told him, her eyes burning with determination. It was no use. Azreal was steadily wearing down her defenses, and it was only a matter of time before he broke through. It was better to make it easy for them. Not to mention, she had been unconsciously longing for this moment.

To drive her point home, she reached down and grasped him, massaging him through his pants. Azreal groaned, his eyes darkening until his irises were indistinguishable from his pupils. He chuckled dangerously, a sound that should have frightened Gabbi, but instead sent a shiver of excitement down her spine.

"You’re mine now, little mate."

And her fate was sealed.

Azreal was a beast in every sense, and instead of laying her on the bed like most kings would, they remained on the floor, the rug beneath them. Impatiently, he tore his trousers as he had done to her clothes.

Gabbi’s heart raced, knowing it would be any moment now. To her surprise, she felt Azreal’s wings envelop them on either side, as if shielding her from view, even though it was just the two of them. It was as if he was creating a private breeding nest. Gabbi realized it must be a cultural ritual for the Ravenkind, and she found no reason to complain; she simply wanted him to take her.

"Surrender to your king now, Gabbi," Azreal commanded before thrusting into her in one swift motion. She gasped sharply, trying to adjust to the intrusion. By the gods, he was so huge; it felt like he was tearing her apart.

No one had told her it would hurt this much, and she wasn’t even a virgin. It should have crossed her mind that the Ravenkind were slightly different. Gods help her, she thought she might die.

"Shhh," Azreal soothed as he sensed her whimpers. "You’re my mate. You will take me. You will let me love you. You will let me breed you. You will be the mother of my child. The mother of the Ravenkind."

Perhaps it was the magic of his words or the essence of the Ravenkind, but the pain began to ease, transforming into pleasure. So much pleasure.

"Oh God," Gabbi moaned wantonly as he thrust in and out of her.

There was nothing gentle about Azreal; he was a force of nature, fierce and unrelenting. He pumped into her with such vigor that she should have been pleading for mercy. But she didn’t. She embraced it all: his beastly side, his human nature.

It wasn’t long before her muscles clamped around him, the tension in her body signaling that she was about to explode.

"This will hurt a little," Azreal said.

"What?" Gabbi asked, still trying to process his words when she saw his teeth elongate into fangs. Before she could react, Azreal sank them into her throat, and she screamed.

It hurt. It burned. It felt like her entire body was set on fire, yet Azreal held her down while thrusting inside her. Moments later, a blissful orgasm washed over her, and she screamed louder than before. Gabbi climaxed so hard that she gripped him with a vice-like hold, causing Azreal to release his seed inside her, filling her completely until there was nothing left to give.

Azrael collapsed on top of her, and she held him close. It was strange, but Gabbi felt a new sensation blooming within her, as if she were now tethered to this powerful stranger.

Her mate.

When Azreal lifted his face, a bolt of panic shot through him, fearing he had hurt her. "Did I hurt you?" he asked. Gabbi shook her head, and Azreal breathed a sigh of relief, pressing his temple against hers. He looked into her eyes and smiled. "Tell me you enjoyed that."

Gabbi blushed, feeling suddenly shy. "It was... I don’t even have words for it."

"Explosive?"

"Flying." She said instead, "Like flying without wings."

Azreal smirked knowing she didn’t mean that in the literal sense.

Gabbi hesitated before adding, "You must be tired."

"Tired?" Azreal gave her a look that suggested she was joking. Then his expression morphed into something dangerous, laced with a sultry promise. "What a pity, little mate. That was just an appetizer. We’ve only just begun."

Gabbi swallowed hard.