The Hybrid Luna's Revenge

Chapter Thirteen

Vladric's POV

“Mate." I resorted.

She studied me longer than intended, before letting out a small laughter.

"Um your highness, that is not even possible…”

Irritation crawled up my skin. "And you don't think I know that”

She streaked hands into her hair, pacing around the room.

"Can you sit down?!” I asked sternly.

She narrowed her gaze, sighing in defeat as she slumped on the chair opposite her.

A small silence lingered between the both of us before she sighed and looked up to me.

“You think she's your mate?" She repeated with her voice low, like saying it louder would, as if saying it louder might summon the ancestors themselves. “The girl whose entire bloodline you erased but then somehow, some of them survived but now she's the last of them…? That one?"

I didn't say anything more.

"Is this why you're hesitating?” She said in disbelief. "Your highness, you cannot even begin to think….

“I know what I can and cannot do, Seraphina.” I cut her off. “I have raided packs after packs long before now and even after the so-called curse still doesn't stop me from claiming whatever part of the world I want" I looked away, it sounded like I was trying to convince myself more than Seraphina.

I sighed.

“My point remains that a measly girl, that to a descendant of the cause of my curse is nothing."

Seraphina rose up slowly. "Rogue or no rogue, you were a wolf first and between the both of us, we know the mate bond is something you can't ignore, if it's tugging at you now…"

“Then we could just kill the source right?" I put in. “Continue monitoring her Seraphina, she needs to harness her powers to release me, doesn't she?"

‘As for whatever I felt or whatever was making her flash through my head, I was going to deal with it.’

I said within my thoughts as I turned around and left her quarters, closing the door behind me as I headed for the south wing.

The corridors blurred as I stalked towards Valeria's quarters.

She was one of the few who never asked questions and never expected softness. She simply existed for moments like this, when the beast inside me needed to be sated before it tore free

I stopped outside Valeria's door and like she had already felt my presence, she opened the door I could knock.

She wore an exposed silky dress, one that allowed me to glance at her already erected n****e poking through it.

Her hair was loose like she was preparing to take a bath.

My lazy eyes dragged over her as I stepped in, holding her longing needy gaze.

“Your highness" her voice purred. “What brings you here?"

I crossed the threshold and into her over perfumed room, taking just three strides before I stood three feet away from the bed.

She etched a smile, closing the door behind her before she strode towards me.

“You look stressed, your highness."

Her hands slid up my chest, her nails dragging lightly over the fabric of my shirt before she pushed the vest off my shoulder.

Pressing her body against mine, her breast brushed my chest through the thin silk of her robe. Her fingers worked their way to my belt and freed me with practiced hunger.

She held me into her palm and she wrapped her warm hand around it, stroking it slowly from base to tip, squeezing just the way I liked.

I growled softly, letting her drop to her knees while she looked up at me through thick lashes and lips parting around the swollen head, hollowing her cheeks, bobbing her head in long, deliberate strokes as her other hand cupped my balls, massaging gently.

“Slower.” I commanded, threading my fingers through her hair as she took me to the back of her throat again and again, gagging softly but never stopping.

But it wasn’t enough.

Aria’s face flashed behind my eyes.

Those defiant eyes, stubborn mouth, just thinking of her snapped a thread to my restraint.

I yanked Valeria off my shaft with a sharp tug of her hair.

She gasped, lips glistening but I was already spinning her around, shoving her towards the large bed and bent her over it roughly.

She braced herself on her forearms, arching her back and pushing her ass up towards me like the eager creature she was.

My hand found her silk robe and ripped it open, exposing her completely.

I lined up my throbbing shaft and drove into her in one brutal thrust, earning a mild cry as she clawed at the sheets while her dripping wet heat swallowed me to the hilt.

I didn't give her time to adjust.

I f****d her hard and deep with strokes that were almost punishing and made the bed creak violently. Skin slapped loudly against skin as I slammed into her again and again, wrapping her hair around my fist like reins and yanked her head back, forcing her back to arch sharply while my other hand pressed her face down into the mattress.

“Mmmph…. Vladric!” She screamed, voice muffled by the sheets as she broke into desperate moans with ever savage thrust.

Her walls clenched around me, fluttering and soaking my coach as she pushed back to meet my violence.

But then with every thrust, it was Aria I saw.

Aria bent over beneath me. Aria's tight core squeezing my shaft. Aria screamed my name from pleasure. Aria's body took every brutal inch as I claimed what was mine.

The fantasy consumed me and my thrusts grew erratic and feral. I tightened my grip on her hair and pressed her face harder into the bed, muffling her loud, broken cries.

“Vladric…..! f**k…. yes… Your highness….!” she screamed when I let her breathe for a second.

Pressure was already building inside me as my balls tightened.

With an inner growl, I buried myself as deep as I could go and came hard, warm liquid flooding her spasming core.

I kept trusting through it, grinding every last drop into her while the image of Aria's face burned behind my eyelids while Valeria shuddered violently beneath me, her own orgasm ripping through her as she clenched and milked my c**k.

For a few long seconds I stayed buried inside her until the illusion shattered.

I pulled out slowly, watching my own c*m drip down her thighs and stepped back. Valeria collapsed onto the bed, flushed and thoroughly used, a dazed, satisfied smile on her lips.

I fixed my clothes in silence and left without a word.

Whatever this bond or hunger was for Aria, though I hated to admit it, it was getting stronger.