A low rumble emanated from the beast’s throat. Its sharp claws dug into her skin, pulling her closer as it continued thrusting in and out of her.
An irresistible urge overcame her, a relentless need pressing within. Emeriel surrendered to it, and the words poured out.
“Oh, my Beloved. You feel so good inside me. Yes, just like that,” she cried out. Embarrassment flooded over her. Where had those words come from?
The beast practically purred. It plunged in twice more before pulling back and rising. Then, it lifted Emeriel into its arms.
She yelped, her eyes wide with fear. What was he doing? Was he going to tear her apart?
The beast took her behind the metal barricade-its favorite place-pressing her against the wall with its large body. His domain. The feral beast had brought her to its sacred domain.
Emeriel had read that an Urekai beast was territorial about its domain, and anything entering without an invitation would be devoured. Yet, it had brought her there.
With a snarl, it entered her again, and all coherent thoughts vanished from her mind as another orgasm ripped through her.
“Yesssss!” Emeriel sobbed, riding the crest of pleasure, desperately holding on for dear life.
His phallus pressed firmly against that swollen gland inside her body, no longer moving, and her eyes rolled back into her head. Shockwave after shockwave of ecstasy cascaded through her, leaving her feeling lightheaded. She was fearful of passing out.
Once the waves subsided, the pounding continued. The beast angled her hips and thrust deeper into her relentlessly, into her oversensitive body. The pleasure waned, replaced by increasing pain.
“It hurts,” she cried out, but of course, the feral couldn’t hear. The bane of being taken by a feral. It rides on pure instincts.
Sniffing her neck, it intensified its thrusts, going harder, as if it wanted to batter its way into her womb. With every plunge against that sealed entrance, its low growls turned into angry grunts.
He wanted to take her in the most possessive way a Urekai would take a female in heat.
“I’m not in full heat, it won’t open for you!” Emeriel screamed, writhing in agony, her hands clawing at the wall.
Yet, the beast effortlessly held her close, trying to force her to open for him. As if it thought that if it took her hard enough, her womb would let him in.
Did he scent those other males’ scents on her? Is that why he was desperate to take her in every way?
The beast delivered a particularly forceful thrust, ruthlessly pounding against her closed cervix, violently pressing her forward into the wall.
Emeriel screamed, tears falling down her cheeks. She was going to pass out, wasn’t she?
“Gods, I shouldn’t have come here,” she thought.
But who was she kidding? She never really had a choice. Even delirious with the agony of heat, her body, mind, and soul had brought her here.
And if it were to happen again in the future, they would likely bring her here once more. As if they knew something she didn’t.
As if they knew something she did but didn’t want to acknowledge, she thought as she passed out cold.
MISTRESS SINAI
Mistress Sinai rose from the bed, completely naked, and began untangling her hair. She sat in a chair, gazing at her reflection in the metal mirror.
“You are so sweet, Sinai. I wish we could do this more often,” the male figure reclining on her bed said, his eyes tracing her every movement.
“You’re over a thousand years old, Daryl. You should not have such a large appetite anymore,” Sinai replied in a bored tone.
The Lord of Trade chuckled. “I’m still as young as ever. How is it going with acquiring the land beyond Crystal Waters?”
“He still refuses to release it.” Sinai’s veins pulsed with anger. The thought always upset her.
Grand Lord Vladya did not want to give up that land to her. Her Daemon might have been the love of her life, but even she had accepted the fact that he was no more. It was only Lord Vladya who clung on, and Sinai had to suffer the consequences. “I want that land to be mine already.”
“Perhaps you should consider presenting your case to Grand Lord Ottai and Grand Lord Zaiper, as he suggested? Maybe one of them will support you and help convince him.”
Mistress Sinai snorted. “Let’s face it. Lord Zaiper may be the second in line for the throne after my Daemon, but everyone knows who the people respect and fear more. Who they would choose as their king if given the choice. Whose words are treated as gold and must be obeyed.” She turned and looked at her lover. “Even if Lord Zaiper and Ottai side with me, they cannot force Lord Vladya to relinquish the land if he doesn’t wish to.”
“True,” Lord Daryl conceded. “And there are rumors that even Lord Zaiper himself fears Lord Vladya because Vladya is much stronger. If a duel were to determine the next grand king, Lord Zaiper might lose.”
All of this was of no help to Sinai. Why did it have to be Grand Lord Vladya who was Grand King Daemonikai’s best friend? Why not Zaiper?
Then, acquiring that land would have been easier for her. All she would have needed to do was sleep with Zaiper, and it would have been hers.
With Vladya, it was even more difficult. That lord had no hobbies, no particular interests-nothing. And he was selective about his bed partners.
Males in Urai would do anything to be with Sinai. They loved her. But not Vladya.
Sinai had tried for over two hundred years to seduce him, but all her efforts had been in vain. Why must he be the best friend?
Moments later, she emerged from her chambers fully dressed, with her two handmaidens trailing behind her. Frustration still hummed through her as she made her way out of the fortress and toward the market.
People bowed and made way for her as she passed.
“I need to purchase that trending silk today. I don’t care if I have to buy it with gold coins,” she snapped at her handmaidens.
“Yes, my lady.”
“Oh, if it isn’t Mistress Sinai,” a voice called from behind her. Familiar. Irritating.
Sinai pivoted to face her intruder. “Mistress Gaille.” Both women inclined their heads in acknowledgment. “What brings you to this part of town this morning?”
The exasperatingly beautiful mistress offered a smile. “I was on my way to the market. My lord has bestowed upon me a generous number of coins this morning. Ukrae bless his heart, I don’t know what to do with such extravagant gifts.”
Mistress Gaille was one among many mistresses of Grand Lord Zaiper, but regrettably, she was his favorite.
Sinai abhorred the way she always “smiled” while boasting about it. “I am certain he bestowed similar gifts upon your fellow mistresses, Gaille.”
The lady’s grin broadened. “Never to the same extent as he does upon me, Sinai. Is that not true, ladies?” She turned her gaze toward her two personal handmaidens, who nodded with great enthusiasm, their expressions utterly blissful.
Sinai barely refrained from rolling her eyes. I have no time for this.
“Well, I bid you a pleasant morning, Mistress Gaille. May fortune favor you in the market.” She raised her elaborate gown slightly and took a step away.
“Wait. Have you heard the latest rumors circulating within the confines of Ravenshadow?” Mistress Gaille interjected with her usual chirpy tone.
Sinai should have known there was something amiss in that smile this morning. She resisted the urge to turn around and face Mistress Gaille directly. “What rumor has caught your attention?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.
“Ah, you are unaware. It seems the charming human prince has been tending to your beast. And here is the intriguing part… the beast has been eating.”
Sinai blinked once. Confused, her mind struggled to understand.
“Yes, you heard me correctly.” Mistress Gaille laughed. “It is common knowledge that Grand Lord Vladya ensures King Daemonikai is fed, but everyone knows his beast doesn’t have an appetite for food. As you know, ferals only crave blood. However, it appears that this human prince, who was assigned to clean the fourth wing, has somehow managed to feed the beast.”
Sinai went very still. Then, she whirled around to face her.
“Not only has he remained unharmed, but the feral has been consuming the nourishment willingly. It raises questions, does it not?” Mistress Gaille paused, pretending to ponder. “Could it be that the feral has developed a fondness for the boy? Is such a thing even possible?”
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