Mated To The Cruel Prince-Chapter 895: Mine And Mine.

It felt like a dream, but in a sudden snap, Islinda realized she no longer had control. A fierce, burning need surged through her as she rushed toward Aldric, her mind clouded by an overpowering hunger. It was embarrassing, like a dog drooling at the sight of food.

No, stop! Islinda screamed inwardly, trying to command Azula to halt, but just as Islinda had ignored her in the past, Azula now ignored her plea with equal fervor.

Azula, the Succubus within, was all too eager to indulge. She reached Aldric in no time, dropping to her knees without hesitation and taking him into her mouth with a ferocity that left no room for restraint.

"By the gods," Aldric groaned, overwhelmed by the sudden and intense pleasure that shot through him.

Azula’s hunger was insatiable, and what she lacked in restraint, she made up for in skill. Azula wasn’t just a force of nature on the battlefield—she was a master at fulfilling her mate’s desires.

Aldric was large, yet she took him deeply, greedily, as if he were the finest feast she had ever encountered. His size hit the back of her throat, but she didn’t falter. Instead, she sucked with such intensity that Aldric could hardly maintain his composure.

"Fuck," Aldric growled, grabbing a fistful of her hair, trying to ground himself as the world tilted beneath him. The pleasure was all-consuming. He had never felt anything like it.

Azula, encouraged by Aldric’s reactions, held tightly onto his hips, forcing him to thrust deeper into her mouth. The aggressive move only spurred him on, and in a moment of pure, uninhibited passion, Aldric lost control. With a deep, animalistic growl, he lost control, spilling hotly into her mouth, his body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through him.

Azula didn’t choke. She moaned around him, nails digging into his skin, as she drank every drop of him like the starved creature she was, only pulling back when she was certain there was nothing left.

She finally pulled away, a look of pure satisfaction on her face. The adoration in Aldric’s eyes only fueled her sense of pride. Azula basked in the attention, like a child who had just earned the approval of a parent.

"You did well, my little mate," Aldric murmured, his thumb gently rubbing her lips, wet from tasting him.

Azula beamed under his praise, soaking up the attention. But then, just as quickly as she had taken over, she vanished, leaving Islinda to face the aftermath.

The first thing Islinda noticed was the throbbing in her jaw, the soreness a clear reminder of what had just happened. And then she saw Aldric’s still-hard member, right in front of her face.

"Fuck," she muttered, cursing under her breath as she stood up. She hated that damned Succubus.

Aldric laughed, a deep, throaty sound, when he saw the anger flash across Islinda’s face.

His eyes glinted with amusement. "Never did I think I’d see the day someone else would feel the frustration of sharing control with another being. And to think it’s happening to you of all people, makes it all the more perfect." he said, his tone dripping with satisfaction.

"Get lost!" Islinda shot back, her voice edged with frustration, even though the words held no real weight.

Her anger was quickly dissolving, replaced by the undeniable heat building inside her, a fire that Azula had ignited and one that Islinda could no longer extinguish. She locked eyes with Aldric, and the feral growl he let out told her that he felt it too—the pulsing, raw need vibrating between them.

Before she could react, shadows coiled around her like living tendrils. With a swift motion, Aldric shredded her clothes with his shadows, the fabric vanishing as though it had never been.

"Aldric!" Islinda gasped, a mix of shock and arousal coloring her tone. "What am I supposed to wear on the way back?"

He looked down at her, pride flashing in his eyes. "You’ll wear my shadows. The whole world will know that you are mine. Only mine, Islinda."

The possessiveness in his voice sent a shiver down her spine, and she swallowed hard, recognizing what he meant. He was staking his claim, perhaps thinking back to Valerie and the kiss that had stirred his jealousy.

Before she could respond, Aldric’s hands were on her, pulling her close as his lips crushed against hers in a fierce, demanding kiss.

His hunger was fiery, and she responded in kind, her body betraying the simmering need within. His lips were everywhere, trailing down her neck, devouring her skin. When he reached her breasts, Islinda cried out as he latched onto her, sucking and biting until they were swollen and sensitive, leaving her gasping for air.

The heat between them had become uncontrollable, their need undeniable. Aldric’s hands gripped her tightly as he lowered her to the ground, the cold earth beneath them doing nothing to temper the fire coursing through her veins.

Her back arched, desperate for more, as he positioned himself over her. Then, with one powerful thrust, he entered her, and Islinda’s breath hitched, her eyes squeezing shut as pleasure so intense shot through her.

"Look at me," Aldric growled, his voice rough with desire, as he began to move inside her.

His command was impossible to ignore, and Islinda forced her eyes open, locking her gaze onto his. The intensity in his eyes nearly took her breath away.

"Do you feel that?" he asked, his voice a low rumble each time he bottomed out inside her.

Islinda could only moan in response, the sensation of him filling her completely overwhelming her senses. He was everywhere—inside her, around her—his shadows intertwining with their bodies like an extension of his will. She felt consumed by him, as though he were claiming every inch of her in a way no one ever had. Each thrust was deeper than the last, and with every movement, he was staking his claim, body and soul.

Aldric’s pace quickened, his control slipping as he drove into her with relentless power. His hips snapped against hers, the rhythm of his thrusts a mixture of his power, his dominance. He took her, possessed her.

Islinda’s nails dug into his back, her cries growing louder as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Her body was on fire, every nerve alive with the sensation of him inside her. Her body was strung tight like a bow ready to snap.

And it did, snap.

Her scream echoed across the riverbank, a sound of both release and surrender, as the pleasure finally crashed over her. Aldric followed moments later, his growl reverberating through the air as he spilled inside her, his grip tightening on her hips as he held her in place, ensuring that there was no part of her left untouched by him.

For a moment, they lay there, breathless and tangled together, the only sound the soft rush of the river.