Chapter 3
“Your mother warned that you were beyond my control and I do see what she meant. But it seems… I've also found the perfect leash, Khran. An omega, huh?” King Wraith's eyes landed on Astria, head tilting as a smirk danced onto his lips. “Did you really think I wouldn't hear of your little outings?”
Khran's fist clenched tight into Hilde's hair, his clothes soaked from head to toe in much more than just her blood. He hauled her behind him like a rag doll, stopping at the altar where he tossed the lifeless beta at the king's feet.
Astria felt the warmth of his body the moment he stood next to her, and it took only a second for the hair on her arms to stand on end.
The demon… had found her.
It was only right to be scared, scared of his obsession, scared of all the familiar scents clinging to his body and the blood. But even though it felt immoral not to be, she wasn't afraid.
Her eyes were teary again, spilling over as her hands clutched the end of his pants and her nose buried into the fabric, the chains clanking.
She was wrong. She wasn't alone. Not yet.
“You should not have touched her, father.” His voice was a far cry from the one she knew, deeper… deadly. And his eyes were a dark blood moon, clouded by rage. Tonight, he seemed more demon than ever, his scent dissipating inside the room like a dark moving aura, almost masking hers completely.
For Astria, it was nothing short of enchanting, easing her body's pain at just a sniff and making her inner walls tremble.
But to the crowd, his scent was raw, pungent… dangerous. They scrambled back as the vile taste of his fury sat heavy on their tongues, silencing their growls.
There was no competition. She wasn't anyone's to claim but his.
“You know the rules. Your kind don't touch my people. Not only did you form a contract with this she-wolf, you've killed far more than I should just ignore.” King Wraith stepped onto the level floor, the end of his red robe sliding behind his feet.
“However…” He stopped in front of Khran, standing a few inches shorter as he held his gaze. “I'm willing to turn a blind eye and let you marry her right this moment, so long as you accept your place as my heir. The underworld or this kingdom… it’s time you chose your throne.”
“Is this why you brought her here?” Khran hissed. “Like this?” His fingertip raked up Astria's pulsing throat. The touch sent shudders down her spine, slick dribbling onto her underwear. “In this state?”
The blindfold loosened around her head, sliding down the bridge of her nose. She stared up at him, the crystal eyes sitting under her lashes reflecting only his face. She was trembling, hot and overflowing with desire. And just the sight of her sitting there with so many eyes on her back, made him want to burn the place to the ground.
“Obsession is in a demon's nature, father. She. Is. Mine.” Khran growled, looking just about ready to lose control. The royal guards stepped closer, knowing his fist could swing at any moment.
But it didn't.
His arm circled her back while the other slid behind her knees, scooping her up against his chest.
“Syvania.” He called out.
Dark mass circled like a mini tornado at the doorway. A woman replaced the darkness, dressed in black from head to toe and a hood over her vibrant purple hair.
“Master.” Her red eyes lowered, a knee hitting the floor.
“Open the gate.”
“But–”
“I'll deal with my father.”
“My concern lies with the woman, my lord. The contract mark still has not been taken care of. And the supressant drug the doctor developed hasn't been tested yet. Your plans were to wait until the mark is safely removed before—”
“I said…” Khran's gaze stung when it dug into her, forcing the rest of her words back down her throat. “...I'll deal with it.”
Biting her lip, Syvania insisted no further. With a graceful flick of her hand, a door as clear as water stood at the doorway.
Khran walked down the aisle with Astria in his arms, her nose buried in his neck. “When I return–” He stopped inches away from the door and his gaze swerved slow towards the king. “–you'd best have one good reason why I shouldn't rip your head from your neck and gouge their fucking eyes out.”
“Well damn.” A grin stretched across King Wraith's mouth as the door vanished after them. “He's as insane as I was in my twenties!~”
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A wave of heat forced Astria awake. She stirred against the bed, her eyes fluttering open to her body getting railed into the bed, the lewd sound of skin slapping skin bouncing off the walls. His thumb rocked against her pulsing clit, his monstrous cock ramming her into oblivion.
Drool escaped the side of her lips, her round globes bouncing on her chest while the pink, bruised nipples stung from the rake of his teeth. His breath crawled up her flushed skin, slow and torturous. He traveled her throat with the tip of his tongue to the sweet trail of her drool, licking her clean before dipping between her lips.
“Nghhh!”
His cock didn't ease up, mercilessly slamming into her without giving her a single moment to adjust. Astria was left trembling under him, barely able to follow the move of his tongue.
A hand hit her left ass cheek. Hard. The pain soaked into her, the skin warming under his palm. It stung enough to make her lashes glisten with tears, but also left a dangerous need inside her.
“Spread your legs properly,” he ordered against her lips. “And don't you waste a drop… unless you want to slurp my cum from the sheets.”
He broke apart, teeth pulling on her bottom lip before he straightened up, red eyes devouring her from above. She squirmed beneath his gaze, her legs trembling as he wickedly climbed her walls, burying so deep that a scream choked in her throat.
Her nails ripped into the sheets, the sweet mix of sweat and cum on him suffocating her senses.
He was rougher than usual tonight, kissing her so aggressively and drilling into her as if he wanted to reach as far as her throat. He was long and hard inside, growing so deliciously big that his thick veins bulged against her weeping walls.
She could feel the dried cum coating her thighs, feel the sting where his handprints still lingered. How long had he been taking her? How many times had he filled her up while she was asleep?
Tipping over the edge, her walls tightened, her juice encasing his throbbing cock. Khran's head tilted back at the feel of her heat, a shaky breath leaving his parted lips in a grunt. She was sucking him in like a fucking vacuum.
“You don't even know what it means to bear my mark…” Breathing hard, his hands gripped her ass cheeks, lifting her off the bed as his hips snapped forward. “...yet you're so eager every time I slip inside. You clench so fucking tight, you shake your hips and beg my cock not to leave your pretty little hole.”
His thumb traced her inner-thighs then circled her entrance, pulling at the warm flesh around his member. “But know this, Astria…” Her name fell from his lips for the first time, sending a shudder down her spine.
“Too much of this cock and you won't be seeing the new year.” His thumb slipped in beside his pulsing cock as he filled her to the brim, fresh slick and semen swirling inside her.
Her hands reached for him, desperate for the taste of his tongue, but her hands grabbed at air, the tingles slowly evaporating.
He slipped on his robe at the foot of the bed. “Rest.” The door slid open with a creak. “You'll need it.”
And then... he was gone.