I unhooked myself from Ares and surveyed a vast lodge with modern facilities. My gaze fell on an oversized bed with a marble headboard in the center. Realization dawned on me—the bed was custom-made to accommodate an Angel’s wings.

My heart pounded and my breath shortened. Ares had just led us into an Angel’s lair.

“Why do you look fearful, Freyja?” Ares asked, his thumb and forefinger holding my jaw in place as he studied me. “I thought you would be pleased if I brought you here.”

Strong magic slammed into me, thicker than ancient wine and brighter than the sunlight spilled in. There was no menace in it.

The High Prince of All Angels had once abided here. The imprint of his power lingered even after he’d abandoned this place decades ago.

It wasn’t just magic sparking around me; lust was dense in the air. The Angel Prince had brought his fey mate here for their first mating. They’d never returned after that.

“Have no fear, Freyja,” Ares said. “You’re safe here with me. I claimed this place for my own a decade ago. I set a trap at the entrance and only I can come and go safely. And now you.”

He didn’t know the history of the haunt. If I told him about it, I would ruin the mood. Second, he would start to interrogate me.

The Dragonian prince had no magic bones in him and couldn’t see the power trace— perhaps Ares was immune to all magic. However, he had to feel the lust in the air. Desire was heavy in his molten-gold eyes.

He gazed down at me. “We’re finally alone.”

“Why did you bring me here?” I asked, trying to dilute the heated yearning in my voice.

“You know why,” he said and scooped me into his arms and strode toward the bed, his rapid heartbeat echoing with mine.

He’d promised that he’d fuck me without inhibition, and what place was better for that purpose than this secluded villa?

My body was giddy, yet my mind remained undecided.

Instead of placing me in bed with care, Ares tossed me to it, for the fun of it. I rolled to the other end, and he was in it the next second.

Without a word, his large hand got into my clothes and cupped my breast. Before I could protest, he flattened me, his mouth slanting on mine.

When his wicked tongue thrust through my open lips with commanding force and stroked my hard palate, my eyes rolled back at the pleasure. His hand caressed my nipple roughly, just the way I liked.

He stripped me of my clothes, and in a flash he was half nude.

His golden-brown torso rippled with muscles and pressed on mine, his chest crushed against my breasts. He deepened his kiss, his tongue mating with mine with urgent need.

A moan of pleasure escaped me.

I bucked my hips up to show him what I had in mind.

I wanted to see his large, hard cock. I wanted to hold it and stroke it, and when I played with it for a while to my liking, I wanted it in my pussy. I would ride him like there was no tomorrow.

I might not have any tomorrows. I bent a knee, my toes latching on his trousers to drag it down. Ares groaned and broke the kiss. “Not yet,” he said roughly, his hand grabbing my ankle to stop me.

“Didn’t you bring me here to fuck me?” I asked.

“I want to stick my cock inside your hot, tight pussy more than anything,” he said in a ragged, lust-charged voice. “But I want to take it slow. I want to savor you.”

“You just want to torture me,” I whimpered.

He half chuckled, half choked on his own lust. “That, too. But I’m with you.”

Fine, I would let him play. He’d had countless women before, and I was inexperienced. I didn’t mind learning a few new tricks.

“At least take your pants off,” I breathed. “Let me see your dick.”

I was forever fascinated with it.

“You drive a hard bargain, woman,” he sighed.

As he dropped his trousers, his impressive cock sprang free, jerking upward proudly.

I let out a gasp.

Ares’ eyelids grew more hooded as he watched me stare at his cock with unbridled lust. His hand slid down to the hot place between my thighs and explored it.

His fingers caressed my clit in tortuously slow circles.

I lifted my bare pussy to press tighter against his hand, signaling him to enter me.

He obliged me and brushed open my folds. I could feel my inner walls clenching around his powerful finger. It glided in and out, its stroking quickening.

I moaned, and he twirled his finger inside me, caressing my walls.

I grabbed his hair and gasped, “More, Ares, I want more!”  

A few more twirls and twists like that, and I would come hard.

The prince pulled his finger out.

“Ares!” I warned.

He inserted his finger into his mouth and suckled my juice from them. “The best taste ever,” he murmured.

“Put your finger back in,” I instructed. “And don’t pull it out unless I say so.”

“I can do that,” he said. “But let’s talk first.”

My eyes went wild. “Are you crazy?”

“I need your full attention.”

Fury sizzled in me; aching need rushed in my bloodstream. I was so frustrated that I almost wanted to kick him in the head, but that would do me no good. I had to entice him instead of antagonizing him if I ever wanted him to finish what he’d started and sate me.

“What do you want to talk about?” I hissed.

Lust was a rainstorm raging over his body, yet the Dragonian prince held an impressive self-control.

“Whenever you’re in bed with me,” he said, “you’re hotter than anything. But when you leave the bed, you’re cold toward me. Why is that?”

“You’re hot and cold to me as well,” I said.

“That was before I officially slept with you.” 

“It changed nothing.”

“It’s changed everything, Freyja,” he said quietly.

Was he going to blame me for ruining his chance with the witch? When he’d rejected me twice before, he’d said that if he broke his celibacy and fucked any woman other than his true mate, he would lose the First Witch and the kingdom she was going to bring along.

“I didn’t force you,” I said.

“Will you be this defensive forever?” he asked in exasperation. “I brought you here, not just to lay with you. I need to know why you’re acting differently lately. You’re hostile. I want no more misunderstanding between us. I’m not a fucking mind-reader. I’m a warrior. If you aren’t happy, and if there’s anything you want, you’ll have to tell me directly. We’re done playing games. Tell me you understand this. Tell me what you want, and I’ll fuck you.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“That’s not the answer I’m looking for. Tell me what’s been bothering you. Help me to understand.”

“Other than that, I don’t know what I want,” I said.

“That’s exactly your problem, isn’t it?”

A sudden anger rose in me. “Like you have no problems? What am I to you, Ares? Am I your fucking whore?”

He sighed. “Your body and mind tell you a different thing, don’t they? Have I ever treated you like a whore?”

“You’re using me to warm your bed until you can get the witch to heat it.”

Dark amusement sparked in his eyes. “You’re jealous.”

“Jealous?” I snorted. “I don’t do jealousy. If I were, I wouldn’t have handed you the noblewoman. If I were jealous, I would have clawed her eyes out when she laid her fingers on you like that.” To be honest, I’d almost charged to her when she tried to hook up with Ares.

“You almost succeeded in tricking me,” he said, temper rising. “If I hadn’t known better, I’d have let you ruin my future. I told you all actions have consequences. I haven’t even punished you for that yet.”

I swayed my hips, and his breathing grew ragged and his eyes darkened with barely contained lust. 

“You can punish me now,” I purred, “as hard as you want.”

He pressed his hand on my belly, his every touch the fire of pleasure. In the back of my mind, I started to worry as the temperature in my body kept rising. I hated being weak at knees around Ares, so I’d resisted the mating call yesterday. Now lust was like raging fire in my blood. What if it turned to cursed fire if I didn’t get a release soon?

“Be still,” Ares said as he struggled to control his own lust. His cock was throbbing. A bead of moisture formed on its crown. He wanted to fuck me just as badly as I wanted to fuck him. “We’re not done talking,” he grated.

A lusty moan resonated in the room. It hadn’t come from me. I snapped my head to the left. The magic imprint of the past swirled alive.

The Fey Empress’ image lay beside me on the soft sheet. Her Angel unfurled his massive wings and thrust into her as she spread her legs wide for him. When he pulled out a few inches, I gasped at his manhood. It was as impressive as Ares’.

Had my lust conjured the image? Or was their lust so strong in this villa that my magical eyes caught it all again?

The lust and love between the Fey Empress and her Angel consort had been epic. Because of their love, they’d changed the future of Earth and given earthlings a surviving and evolving space. If they hadn’t felt that degree of lust that could shake the Heavens, my father—the Angel King—would still have ruled and enslaved Earth.

What would have become of me if King Agro were alive? 

One significant fuck between a man and a woman could change history.

“Ares?” I whispered.

“Why are you distracted, Freyja?” Ares asked. “We need to finish this conversation. It’s important.”

He had such a hard time controlling his need and desire that he had to blame me for my writhing under his hand. But how could I lie still while I was watching—

The Angel fucked the Fey harder. She gasped and moaned in delight. His cock slid in and out of her pink pussy with rapid speed.

Their mating heated my blood.

“Ares, I can’t take it,” I whimpered. “Tell me what you want, quickly, and I’ll give it all to you.”

“I want you, Freyja,” his said, his thumb tracing across my quivering lower lip.

I turned my face away from the coupling, opened my mouth, and caught his finger between my teeth. He half shut his eyes as my tongue licked it. 

“I’ve always wanted you,” he said. “I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you. I wanted you the moment I laid eyes upon you. Even after you threw a dagger at me, my blood still ran hot for you. I thought you might have put a spell on me back then, but you aren’t a witch. After I met the fake one and lost you in that store, I knew what you truly meant to me. And when I saw that fucking Angel thrusting his blade toward you . . . I’d never been so afraid in my life. At that moment, I vowed I would give up anything and anyone, if I could get you back alive.”

Though I was flattered that he’d wanted me so much right from the beginning, it was a bad idea to keep talking while the ache between my thighs pulsed with urgent, unbearable need.

The mating heat rendered me mindless and I couldn’t register much of his words.

Right beside me, the Angel and the Fey were still at it, moaning and groaning. I turned slightly to glance at them.

The Angel pulled his mate up, placing her legs on his shoulders as he pounded her relentlessly.

“I crossed one continent after another,” Ares said, “believing the next best thing would be over the horizon while it was right in front of me.”

What was he talking about? He wasn’t talking about me, was he?

I gave his cock a heated glance before turning to watch my phantom neighbors screw each other.

The High Prince slowed down to tease his mate. I could see every detail—how his large cock plunged into her shadowy valley and her folds locked his length. He withdrew an inch and thrust back in before quickening his pace.

I licked my lips. “Do you think the witch is waiting in the horizon, Ares?”

“Are you listening to me?” Ares asked, his voice harsh. “Do you want me to keep pursuing her? Is that what you truly want?”

How could I know with my sex-muddled mind? While he saw only me naked in front of him, I was tormented by the overstimulation. The Angel and the Fey were fucking right in front of my face!

“Huh?” I asked. “You’ve wanted the witch all along. Now you’re going to forget about her and move on?”

“Have you listened to what I told you?” he asked with exasperation. “Why do you keep looking to your left?”

“You aren’t exactly the romantic type, Prince Darken,” I sighed, trying to focus and get my shit together. “As the future ruler of Atlantis, you’re one of the most famous bachelors on Earth. Your reputation precedes you. You’ve never fallen for a female. You don’t pursue relationships. You’ve always been a heartbreaker. Even when you set out to seek the witch, you didn’t want her for her. You want what she’ll offer you.”

“Have I broken your heart?” he snickered. “I know I broke your maidenhead!”

“Because I didn’t give you a chance to break my heart,” I hissed, my mind suddenly sharpening due to my anger.

“Why do you think I want to break your heart?” he asked.

I waved at him dismissively. “I misspoke. I’ll never fall for you. There’s no heart there for you to break or tear.”

He looked hurt, which diluted the stormy lust in his eyes.

That wasn’t what I’d intended. I’d be foolish to discourage him while my body was aching with lust. I would say whatever I wanted after I had my relief.

The Fey Empress sank her fingers into the Angel’s thighs as he slammed into her, burying himself in her to the hilt. Her mouth fell open and she let out a lusty moan of pleasure. He drew back and thrust into her again, each stroke harder, faster, each stroke filled with more passion. Her thighs quivered and her grip on the Angel tightened. I was sure she was about to come.

“I might be what you said,” Ares said. “But after I met you, things changed. I’ve changed.”

“A Dragonian never diverts from a set path,” I murmured.

“Don’t forget I’m a hybrid. I’m half-advanced human, like you.”

“You still wanted to find the witch even after you slept with me.”

“Not exactly. I admit I was a bit curious. I wanted to see who she was, but I wasn’t going to marry her.”

“She’s beautiful and powerful beyond measure,” I reminded him.

“I don’t care. I met you.”

“The Oracle said she’s your fated mate.”

“To hell with the Oracle. To hell with the First Witch.”

He grabbed me, his mouth sealing my doubts, and maneuvered me onto his lap. He lifted my ass without breaking our kiss, the head of his cock aimed at my entrance.

The prince bucked up his hips, and his shaft penetrated through my tight channel and seated deeply inside me.

I screamed in pleasure.

“Your pussy is so tight, yet so resilient,” he said huskily. “It fits my cock perfectly.”

I placed my hands on his massive shoulders, ready for a frenzy ride.

“Is this what you want, Freyja?” he asked, thrusting up.

I moaned. “Yes, Ares, yes!”

“You’re getting what you want, female,” he promised.

Ares kept his hands on my hips, his pace growing faster with each thrust. There was no gentleness in his moves. I could take it. I liked it. I’d always wanted it this way. I was a Nephilim, stronger than any mortal, except for the hybrid Dragonian prince.

He was one of a kind, unbreakable and unwavering. His strength rippled in each thrust, sending me over the high waves that tried to reach the dark stars.

“I’m going to fuck you without inhibition,” he said. “Can you take it?”

“Bring it on, Prince,” I purred.

Ares unleashed his lust, driving deeper and thrusting wildly into me, his movements so fast, they blurred my vision. I tried to move up and down, but he overpowered me. I was amazed that every pounding was more forceful than the previous ones, as if the hybrid prince had endless power. 

My body lit up. Then I realized again that Ares was my electricity, and fucking me was the best way to recharge me. I absorbed his energy, yet I didn’t drain him like I did others. When the next wave pushed me to the divinely high, I gave him back some of mine.

Ares gasped in awe, feeling my reciprocal energy feed.

My fingers sank into his shoulders as I rocked against him, meeting his each frenzied thrust. My bountiful breasts bounced on my chest. While he fucked me hard, I fucked him back harder.

For a while, neither one of us spoke. We screwed each other like two wild beasts. He drove up and I plunged down. Every inch of his shaft rubbed my every spot in just the right way.

“I’ve never fucked like this,” he said. “I’ve never met my match until you.”

The pleasure was undoing me and remolding me, yet I craved more. My Dragonian was able to give me more. He could fuck at such strength and speed endlessly. My moans went out with a few short screams, and Ares bent his head and pulled my nipple into his mouth and suckled hard.

His cock grew larger and harder inside me, and his animalistic, erotic groans set me ablaze all over again.

I was wild. I was free. I was fire and ice, and my Dragonian was the savage who made my blood flow in a rush. But he thought I was savage.

As hard waves hit us both, I could no longer hold back.

I roared as my inner walls convulsed around his cock, milking it violently.

Ares thrust through my climax, and then he roared his own release against my breast. He crashed me against him hard, his generous seed pumping into my womb. I sat still on top of him to enjoy the incredible sensation as my orgasm lingered.

His mouth moved to mine, kissing me with tenderness and gratitude.

Sunlight basked me.

My chest swelled with warmth and pride. For my twenty-one years, I had been death. Ares had rewritten me.

He lifted me up off him, and I resisted.

Ares chuckled. “I need to clean you first.” He pulled his hard cock out of me, came back with a towel, and started wiping at my sex. He cleaned himself and tossed the towel across the room.

“I never spilled this much seed with anyone before,” he said. “Not even close. I used to think I might be barren.”

“You’re anything but barren,” I said. “You flooded my insides.”

He laughed, leaning over and pressing a casual kiss on my lips.

The prince lay beside me, and I rested my head on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm tightly around me. Thankfully, the image of the Angel Prince and his Fey mate was no longer beside me, or I wouldn’t be able to lie still next to Ares with a content, stupid grin on my face.

I didn’t understand why he wanted to snuggle. I was so energized I wanted him to fuck me again. I would mimic how the Fey Empress and her Angel had done. The magical imprint of their mating was probably for training purposes. When the Angel had claimed the Fey, she was a virgin, though she hadn’t acted like one either.

My hand traced circles on Ares’ chest, and he liked it, not knowing my actual interest was on his cock. I didn’t want to be too obvious. I counted to four before moving my hand down. The ache between my thighs had been sated, but I still wanted his cock inside me.

The mating frenzy was still in effect.

Lust rained in Ares’ golden eyes as well.

“I found you, Freyja,” he said.

My heart stuttered. He hadn’t meant he’d found the witch, had he?

“My instinct tells me you’re my mate,” he said, “though you aren’t the witch.”

I swallowed.

“You didn’t exactly find me. You abducted me,” I reminded him softly.

“It was meant to be,” he said in a dismissive tone. The Dragonian prince still didn’t like anyone, especially me, disagreeing with him. “It’s worked out just fine.”

“According to who?” I asked.

“After we acquire the cure for you in Mysth,” he said, stroking my hair, “we’ll return to Atlantis. You’ll be guarded by an army. I’ll make sure no Angel can ever get near you.”

I admired his confidence, but when the Dark Lord’s legion came, even the High Prince and his Fallen Angel force would suffer great loss. The Dragonian army stood no chance.

Right now, while he chose to escort me to Myth instead of returning to Atlantis to prepare to ascend to the throne, his surviving half-brother was taking the opportunity to grab power.

“It would be safer for me to go to the Twilight Realm alone,” I said.

He growled.

“I have safe passage into the Fey realm,” I said, “but you don’t. Any conflict between you and the Fey, and I can kiss the cure goodbye. Without your flamboyant flying guardians to attract attentions, the Angels won’t find me.”

That wasn’t completely true. My grandfather had turned his sights on me. The blood imprint would make sure his horde could get to me anytime. I was betting on my luck they hadn’t reached Earth yet, though my time was running out. I didn’t want Ares and his team to go down with me when the Angels army caught up with me.

I didn’t want Ares to be sad if there was no cure for me in the Twilight Realm. I wanted him to move on.

He would be the new Commander. He would have a new life. Though arrogant, formidable, and often insufferable, he had a good heart. He would be a good Dragonian King.

“If you think I’ll let you out of my sight,” Ares snapped, “you’re kidding yourself. I know how to handle the Fey. I’ll only make sure they give you the cure.”

“I swear on my life,” I said, “if you follow my plan, I’ll come to Atlantis to look you up after I have the cure. And I’ll bring the First Witch to you.”

“I forbid you from swearing on your life,” he grated. “Don’t you understand, Freyja? I brought you here not just to have sex with you. I brought you here to claim you.”

Why did he want to claim me? To what purpose?

“I don’t want the witch,” he continued. “I want you. Don’t you know my heart beats only for you? Lightning struck me at the first sight of you. I now know why.”

“I didn’t see lightning strike you when you came to my forest,” I insisted. “I saw only the beating wings of the guardians.” 

“It’s a figure of speech,” he said in irritation. “My point is, I no longer want to fight what my heart wants.”

“Don’t you give up too soon, Prince?” I asked. “The Oracle said only the First Witch can be your mate. The witch will not only bring you the strongest nation on Earth; your combined bloodline will produce superior offspring. Isn’t that what all Dragonians have dreamt about since the beginning of your race? And with the witch, you’ll secure your rule.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Did you eavesdrop over my private conversation with my cousin?”

“You two were loud enough for the whole camp to hear.”

“We whispered.”

“No man will give up a kingdom for a woman, Ares.”

“I’ll give up my life for you in a heartbeat, so what’s a kingdom compared to my life? And what’s a kingdom to me when all I’ll have is a dead heart inside?”

“You haven’t met her yet,” I said softly and felt a sudden stab of pain at my own lies. But I needed to persuade him to let me go. Being around me would bring him death. The Angel legion would never cease hunting me.

I would find a way to ditch Ares after today, after I fucked him a few more rounds in this villa. I wanted to kiss every inch of his skin and burn it to my memory at the end of the day. That was all I would have.

But first I needed to prepare him to move on.

“How do you know another woman won’t make you feel this way?” I asked. “Look at me, Darken, what could I possibly offer you?”

“Everything,” he said. “You’ve become my existence, though you’re also the bane of it. I don’t care what my people want anymore. I don’t care about their dreams, hopes, and obsessions. I’ve served them for centuries. Now I go for what I want. And that is you. Honestly, Freyja, the throne is a high place made of chains, thorns, and blades.”

“That’s your lust talking, Prince.”

“It’s beyond lust. No one can make me feel the way you do, not even the First Witch. I’m damn sure of that.”

“When the gorgeous, powerful First Witch shows up, you’ll bash your bloody head against the wall for the wrong choice you’re trying to make today.”

She—I—wasn’t that gorgeous. As for powerful? Hardly.

“They say no one is more beautiful than the Fey Empress,” he said. “I thought so until I saw you. But I’m not looking for the beauty of the Earth or the most powerful woman. I’ve met many of them in my long years, but no one has touched me. Not until you. I know all this time I’ve been looking for you. Not the witch. That’s why the Oracle sent me to find your first.”

“But you said before I was the test and trial that you needed overcome to find the witch.”

He frowned. “Must you remember every thoughtless word I said?”

“Then why did you say them?”

“I’m a man! It’s what a man does.”

I tried to move away from him to show my displeasure at his snappiness, but he had an iron grip on me.

“I’ll bring you to my—our—home where you’ll be safe,” he coaxed, softening his voice, “after we get you the cure.”

If Empress Rose didn’t kill me, her realm would be the safest for me.

“So everyone will cheer for you getting a new concubine?” I said.

“I don’t have a concubine,” he said. “Neither will you be one.”

I sneered. “I don’t even get an official title?”

He turned my face to him, his thumb and forefinger holding my chin firmly, as he peeked into my eyes. “Freyja, you’ll be my future queen, my only woman.”

What? I stared hard at him, my mouth agape. Earth! He was serious. He was fucking insane!

“You—you want me to be your future queen?”

He arched an eyebrow. “Why the hell not? You’re fun and fiercely sexy.”

“A queen isn’t supposed to be fun,” I hissed. “And being fun and sexy should not be listed as the qualities for a good queen.”

“Then what’s your definition of a good queen?” he asked with genuine curiosity. “I’m all ears.”

“I’m not getting into that right now,” I said, sensing his trap. “But you know well that I wasn’t bred to be a queen. I have no first-hand knowledge how the court works.” Though I’d gained and accumulated intel through a few death touches.

“You’ll learn the job on the spot,” he said, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“You think this is a fucking joke?” I raise my voice in great irritation. “It’s your kingdom you putting on the line, Ares!”

“You can’t screw up too badly,” he said. “I’ve been watching you since the first day, Freyja. You have a keen mind. Other than you bearing a grudge for a very long time, you’re adaptable. When we settle down in my palace, I’ll hire the best tutors for you on court etiquettes, fashion, hostess duties, among others. You love parties and fancy dresses, don’t you?” He brushed a quick kiss on my brow to show his support. “I have every confidence in you, my good Freyja.”

I snickered. “And Your Majesty will accept my gratitude in the end.”

“I will when you say it sweetly,” he said. “Do you have any idea how many noblewomen fought nearly to death for the position beside me?”

“They might think it’s the best job in the world serving the trifle court at day and you at night.” I sent him a sly glance. “But I’m not one of them, and I’m not a noblewoman. I may be young, but I wasn’t born yesterday. A gilded cage is still a cage.”

Ares scowled at me. His subjects might be trembling at his temper, but I wasn’t one of them either, as I’d told him. When he saw that he couldn’t intimidate me, he withdrew his touch from my body. It immediately protested at the lack of his caress and demanded I make up to the prince and get his hands on me again. I ignored my shameless body’s urges.

“If you don’t want to be my future wife,” Ares said, pointing at his cock, which had hardened again, “you won’t get it either. This comes with the whole package.” He went further to remove my head from his shoulder, gritting his teeth as he moved a few inches away from me, and folded his arms across his broad chest.

Very mature.

“I’ll have to live with that then,” I said regretfully, eyeing his proud, strong cock. 

Ares sighed.

“Think of it,” he said, resuming his velvet, hypnotic voice on me. “Don’t you want to be fucked every night and every morning?”

Was that how he used to seduce females to his bed? I wondered if those noblewomen liked his blunt, crude talk.

“That depends,” I said.

“Think how good you’ll feel when I stroke your pussy,” he said, “as I did a minute ago. I’ll thrust my tongue inside, hitting every sweet spot. I’ll make you moan.”

His eyes became hooded, dangerous lust dancing in them.

I licked my lips at the erotic pictures, my pulse racing. Angels were the most carnal species in the universe, and I got all of their weaknesses. 

“Then my cock will replace my tongue,” he continued, meeting my glazing eyes. “It’ll go in slowly, taking its time before it penetrates deeper. Your hot, tight, lovely pussy is like a flower. It makes my cock so hard. Its petals will open for my cock as my crown pushes through your heated channel. Your pussy wraps around my shaft so tightly and sucks me in. Earth! My cock is aching. I need to fuck you now.”

I swallowed, my throat parching with burning lust. The mounds of my glistening sex throbbed in need.

“Picture how good you’ll feel,” he said, his voice laced with desire, “when my cock drives into your depth and fills every inch of your pussy.”

“Ares,” I whimpered, swaying my hips.

He followed my movements and his intense eyes stared at my bare sex as I now propelled my crotch toward him.

“Ares,” I whined, “please.”

“Say yes to my proposal, sweetheart,” he said, pumping his hand up and down his thick, hard shaft. “Be my mate, and you can have this as many as you want, any time you want. Don’t you want to experience again how I make you come? You come long and hard every time, milking my cock, like no one else could.”

“Why don’t you demonstrate now to remind me how your cock makes me feel? How it fills my pussy completely?” I said, my eyelids heavy with the burden of desire.

Every muscle on his face displayed his lust, making it unbelievably erotic. I balled my fists and pressed my legs together in case I lost control and jumped on him. Because right now, I was thinking of landing on top of him, forcing his cock inside my pussy, and riding him savagely.

“Say yes,” he said. “Just one word and I’ll fuck you senseless. I’ll go so deep you won’t even believe it.” His hand gripped the broad, heavy crown of his dick. I wanted to replace his hand with my mouth, but I’d need a better strategy.

He was a master of seduction and an expert on all things in the bedroom, given how he had fucked me. But I was a quick learner. I could seduce him back.

“Think of it,” I said with my sultriest voice. “How will you feel if I have your cock in my mouth?”

He sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes brightening like the stars in the dark sky.

“First, my hot, plump lips will wrap around the head of your cock,” I continued, “enjoying its silky feel. My tongue will join the feast and lick your length all the way up before sweeping across the ring of your crown. Your steel rod turns me on like no other. I have to taste the moist bead from your slit.”

His eyes rolled to the back of his. Ares spread his legs wide, his large hand squeezing his cock.

Yet, I had no mercy.

“Then my lips will glide down your shaft,” I said. “Slowly at first, one inch, then another inch. I’ll lose patience because I want all of your length in my hot mouth. I’ll start going faster. My mouth will move up and down, suckling you so hard that you can’t take it anymore. Still, my little, pointed tongue will lick your cock all over, and my teeth graze . . .”

A deep groan emitted from his chest and Ares grabbed me.

Before I could react, I found myself pressed against the full window, trapped by the Dragonian prince as his strong hand wrapped around my waist possessively. His ragged breathing was on my temple, and his silky steel rod pricked against my lower back.

My breath shortened, my heart raced, and my blood buzzed with thrilled anticipation.

His cock spanked my ass hard.

“That’s how I spank a naughty girl,” he said hoarsely.

I moaned at the rush of desire I felt at his words, the dip in my belly filling with need each time his cock slapped against my ass, and swayed my hips with excitement. After the spanking, I wanted a good, long fuck. I arched my back and pushed my butt back, baring my plump pussy to him.

“You’re the fire in my blood,” he said, voice slurring with the storm of lust. “I can never get rid of it. So I’d better ride it.”

His hand let go of my waist and pinned my wrists above my head. His thumb and finger prodded open my plump folds. With a forceful thrust, he shoved his cock into my pussy from behind. One stroke and it slammed to the hilt.

Its hardness and heaviness filled me; its pressure made me want to come right away.

“Ares,” I whispered. “Fuck me like this is our last time.”

His hand reached around to fondle my breast before moving to flick my swollen clit.

“I’ll fuck you the way you want, the way I want,” he said hoarsely, huskily, “but it won’t be our last time. It’s only the beginning.”

I pushed backwards and started riding his rigid length. Fucking him was spectacular, majestic . . . delicious and addictive.

A guttural sound tore from his chest.

Clouds drifted by beneath our feet. The rainforest across from the cliff shivered in the wind as if it could feel our pleasure.

The side of my face pressed against the cold glass, contrasting with the heat radiating off my body. 

Ares thrust into me, every stroke deeper and powerful than the previous. My Dragonian prince’s strength was infinite. A lusty moan that wasn’t mine sighed beside me. Right in this spot, the Angel High Prince had fucked his mate, exactly how Ares was fucking me now.

Same place, same positions, different lovers. My present entwined with the Fey Empress’ past. Was it a merely coincidence?

Though Ares couldn’t see the magical imprint of their mating, he could sense my amplified sexual appetite. He gripped my hips and pumped faster and harder. Pleasure slithered up my spine.

“You’re made for me, Freyja,” he said in approval.

I wasn’t going to argue with him when the rhythm of his rapid thrusts mesmerized and enthralled me. The sound of flesh slapping flesh was maddeningly erotic.

“Do you know this lair you claimed,” I said between my moans, “once belonged to an Angel?”

“Yeah?” He didn’t slow down his thrust.

“It belonged to the High Prince Seth. He and his Fey came here to mate. They left their imprint all over.”

“You can see that?” he asked in amazement.

Perhaps I should slip in another truth? Like the fact that I was the First Witch?

He’d chosen me. Shouldn’t I try to be brutally honest with him, no matter the consequences?

The thought of the consequences stopped me cold.

There might never be a good time to break the news, my conscience chimed in, but I’d learned not to listen to it. I only listened to my survival instinct.

Ares adapted to the combinations of long thrusts with rapid shorter ones. Each thrust was powerful enough to push me to the brink of insanity. His other hand caressed and rubbed my sensitive peak in circles.

“They fucked right here,” I breathed out.

That aroused him more. “Did he fuck her hard as I’m fucking you?” he asked.

His cock penetrated through my inner walls, his thrusting relentless. My body became his instrument.

“It’s not a competition,” I moaned as pleasure ripped through me. 

Ares thrust into my core with brutal strength.

“Yes, Ares!” I screamed.

“My cock will be the only cock for you all your lifetime,” he said. “And I’ll fuck only you in my lifetime.”

The witch was indeed out of the picture.

One hand pressing on the window, one hand gripping his thigh, I panted, “Ares, I’m coming!”

He stilled and pinned me to stop me from moving on his length to reach my climax.

I regretted giving him such a warning. I should have just quietly taken my release instead of announcing it like a victory. Lust burst in my veins, in urgent need of venting out, yet the damned Dragonian prince wouldn’t allow me.

I was going to erupt.

“Say your vow of fidelity,” he said, “and I’ll let you have the longest, hardest orgasm.”

As if I have a choice. I couldn’t touch any other males, except Merlin, without sending them to death anyway. “Fine,” I said, “I’ll have only your cock and no one else’s. Now get on with it. Fuck me with all you got.”

His next powerful thrust sent me slamming into the window as he pounded between my thighs with abandon. Pleasure exploded in me like spewing lava. This kind of sex wasn’t for the faint-hearted.

The glass rattled in the window pane. 

I half closed my eyes, at the mercy of the mating instinct.

“The best fuck I’ve ever had,” Ares groaned. “I can fuck you however I want without inhibition. I want to fuck you forever. Never stop.” With that, his cock rammed into me again, sending me to a new realm of pleasure.

A blur of short, rapid thrusts—his thick crown rubbing and pushing at the edge of my entrance, until his whole length drove into my depth, pushing the waves in me higher. I cried mercy when the next high tide swept me under and shattering spasms rocked me to the molten core.

My release cascaded through me, and I roared victoriously.

Yet Ares wouldn’t give me a break. His cock thrust through my orgasm as if it was king of the realm. I forgot to argue who should dominate the new territory when another wave of orgasm pushed at my shore.

Then, I felt Ares’ transformation. He was still thrusting inside me wildly, yet his form grew large and almost beastly. I’d seen him shift when he had fought the Angels in the alley, but we weren’t battling now.

“My mate! My female! My future queen!” he roared, and I felt his lengthening fangs grazing the side of my neck. He bent his head down and sank his teeth into the spot above the curve of my shoulder and neck.

I cried at the sudden burst of pain. Then an indescribable sensationwashed over the pain and in that moment I knew pleasure I had never known before. I screamed hoarsely as the heavenly and hellish pleasure opened the floodgate of my orgasms again.

One arm coiled around my waist to keep me with him, one hand ramming onto the window to support his weight and mine at the violent assault of our combined climax, Ares raised his head from my neck and roared in triumph.

His cock thrust in me like never-ceasing fire, and he emptied his warm seed in me.

“I claim you as my mate,” he declared.

“Wait!” Was that why he bit me? Was it some kind of claiming ritual?

“It’s beautifully done,” he said with great satisfaction.

“You can’t just claim me like that!” I cried.

“Why not?” he asked. “I’ve already claimed you with my cock. Now I’ve sealed it with my mark on you. Everyone will know you belong to me now, Freyja. You’re mine forever. There’s no escape, no running away, and no turning back for both of us.”

I shouldn’t have been so surprised. The Dragonian prince always took what he wanted. He might have never asked anyone for permission his whole life, so he didn’t know any other way. With me, he needed to learn the other way. 

But my body was so divinely happy from the sequence of orgasms, the latter ones overlapping the previous ones with bigger waves. I couldn’t utter any objection for the moment.

Later, I’d give him a piece of my mind.

But then, I’d never felt such peace and contentment. I’d never felt so desired and cherished.

The mating ritual somehow fulfilled the requirements of our mating bond that demanded our absolute commitment to each other.

“Ares,” I whispered.

A mystic force swelled inside me, changing me. With that, every barrier in me shattered and the walls toppled down.

“Yes, my sweet Freyja?” Ares answered lazily. His happiness rippled toward me like a sunbeam through our bond. His cock remained rock hard in me and he started to thrust again, tenderly and slowly. He was making love to me.

“The Oracle said I would recognize my mate,” he said, “when I joined with her in body, mind, and soul. It was never the witch but you who are my true mate, Freyja. The fucking Oracle lied to me.”

It was time to tell him.

Fuck the consequences.

“I, Freyja, am the First Witch,” I said in the voice of power. 

His instinct had sensed that I was his mate when he’d first met me, but the Oracle’s promise had shrouded his mind, so he couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that I was his witch, right in front of him, while he’d searched so hard for her.

With my magic reaching him and streaming inside him, he was no longer blind. His mark on me cleared all obstacles and there was no doubt in his mind that I was indeed what I claimed to be—the First Witch and his fated mate.

He stared at our lighted mating bond as the mythical, dominating, and beautiful force streamed between us.

His body tensed against me like a snapped whip. His cock only grew harder.

I stilled, too, as the world froze before it exploded. 

The window before us shattered with horrible, piercing sound.

With a furious roar, Ares pulled me back with him, faster than a flash across the night sky.