The Alpha Princess And Her Dragon Mate

Late Night Visits

Adrian tastes sweet with a metallic tang—the taste of blood and wine. It’s not as nauseating as she thought it would be, and there is no lingering fear of making a mistake. With Alaric, she was always on guard, afraid to displease him to the point of him losing all desire for her. She doesn’t need Adrian, and so she doesn’t have to pretend with him.

The kisses are gentle, passionate, and almost fond. His hands squeeze her thighs and fleshy backside, and he hums in contentment at the feel of her body. He nibbles on her bottom lip and then trails his mouth to her neck, licking and sucking on the skin. She doesn’t realize he is edging her toward the bed until she is laid out on the soft covers. The vampire kisses her once more, his fingers snaking under her dress.

Everything moves so fast. Soon enough, he has her legs over his shoulders and is eating her out with deep enjoyment, like she is the most delicious thing he has tasted in a very long time. So much for being picky. Sabrina’s dress is gathered over her hips; she has her fingers buried in his soft, dark hair and is moaning out her pleasure.

With each twirl of Adrian’s tongue, she feels her body trembling with immense pleasure. It is clear that he isn’t a novice in this department, and Sabrina is once more reminded that vampires hardly age. Adrian might be centuries old while still retaining a teenage appearance. But his mannerisms, though extremely arrogant and cultured, don’t seem to belong to someone with centuries of experience at his disposal.

Wet sounds fill the room. Adrian is a messy eater—at least in this department; the sounds of his slurping are obscene. His tongue moves wildly, licking and sucking, swallowing down everything with a satisfied hum. He moans in delight, seeming to enjoy this far more than she does.

“You taste so good…” he mutters, clothes rustling as his free hand moves to palm himself.

Everything feels so good—every touch driving her closer to the edge. She comes with a loud cry, her head burying in the sheets, her fingers clenched so tightly her knuckles turn white.

Adrian licks her clean, slurping down everything with satisfaction. He rubs his nose against her thigh, wanting to bury himself further in her sweet scent as he shuffles to free himself from his pants. When the prince finally pulls away, his lips and jaw glisten under the dim lighting. He grins down at the Luna, and if she hadn’t already known what he was, his sharp fangs would have given him away.

Sabrina allows her eyes to flutter closed. The prince’s hands are back on her body, adjusting her to a position that gives him easier access. Their clothes stay on, because it makes this ordeal a lot easier to accept—they both understand that. He buries his face in the crook of her neck, taking in her scent as he rubs himself against her slick-coated entrance. Sabrina’s hands clench. Suddenly, she feels like she might throw up.

She’d always thought Edwin would be her first. She’d had countless fantasies of giving her first time to her mate; their union would be blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. She buries her face harder against the covers and counts numbers, hoping her mind might just drift off.

She hears Adrian sigh above her, his hands pulling away from around her waist. Slowly, she pries her eyes open and turns to look at him. He has tucked himself back into his pants and is taking off his coat. “Why did you s...stop?”

“You are not willing.”

Those are the same words Alaric had said to her. Sabrina feels anger bubbling inside her. “I never said I wasn’t! I was just…”

The prince tsked, though there is no annoyance in his tone as he speaks. “I can smell you. You were willing at first, then you weren’t. Believe it or not, I’m not interested in forcing myself on women. Not when there are so many options to choose from.”

Right, then there is really no reason for her to be here. Sabrina smoothens her dress and prepares to leave, but Adrian places an arm on her shoulder. “Stay. You must be tired.”

“But we…”

“Just stay. It’s not up for question.”

Sabrina rolls her eyes and lays back on the bed. She curls in on herself, feeling all messy and sticky, but she is too tired to be bothered about that. It only takes a few moments before she gives in and falls into a dreamless sleep.

When she awakens the next morning, Prince Adrian is nowhere to be seen, and a small note is tucked by her pillow. Groggily, she reaches for it and scans the elegant handwriting.

' Thank you for your company. Alaric was right—you are indeed different from other women. If you ever get tired of him, you are more than welcome at my side.'

She crumples the note and throws it aside. Like she would ever reduce herself to a commodity to be passed from one man to another.

Sabrina grimaces at her own filthiness. She tries and fails to smooth the wrinkles on her dress and leaves the room. She runs into Alaric—it’s not that surprising since Adrian’s room is stationed next to his. She gave him a curt bow and made to walk past him, but he held her arm, preventing her from leaving.

"Had the time of your life last night?" he asked with a smile, though there was nothing amusing about the way his eyes darkened as he assessed the marks on her neck.

Sabrina flashed a smile that matched his. "Prince Adrian was nothing but compassionate—or passionate, whichever one you prefer."

The Dragon chuckled darkly and released her arm. "Get lost."

Sabrina walked away, not needing to be told twice. When she reached her bedroom, she didn’t even summon Leyla to prepare her a proper bath and made do with the cold water. She scrubbed her skin until it was pink and almost painful. Only when she was satisfied did she step out of the bathroom and dress herself.

Rose came to see her. After last night's ordeal, Sabrina didn’t feel so positively about the princess. It wasn’t that Rose had done anything wrong, but Sabrina felt she was a hindrance to her plans. Still, she didn’t turn the girl down when she invited her to have breakfast together.

"I heard you and Prince Adrian slept in the same chamber," Rose said. "You should know, Adrian is very peculiar. He is extremely picky about those he keeps around him. If he asked you to accompany him, then it must mean he has an interest in you. Adrian will be king after his father, and he hasn’t taken any woman yet."

It was clear what the princess was implying. Since Adrian had shown this much interest in her, why not be with him instead? With Alaric, she had competition, but if she went with Adrian, she would be his first—and hopefully his only—woman. Perhaps Rose was only looking out for her, and maybe if Sabrina had any interest in being a kept w***e, she might have considered the idea. But she had a purpose for being here, and Alaric happened to be her target, as annoying and vexing as it was to be around him.

So she told Rose that she would consider it. They discussed other things, and Rose shared some juicy palace gossip. Eventually, both women retired to their rooms.

The day went by rather uneventfully. Word had gotten out about her keeping the prince’s company, and while no one outright said anything, the rest of the women watched her with either jealous or judging eyes. That night, she skimmed through the pages of a book Rose had brought her—a history of the Dragon Empire, its evolution, the wars, and other information she hardly cared about.

When a knock sounded on her door, she assumed it was Leyla coming to check on her. Sometimes the woman stayed late in the palace kitchens to complete tasks for the next day, just so she could devote most of her time to taking care of Sabrina. The Luna had become very fond of Leyla; she might be the only person Sabrina held closely to her heart at this point.

She set the book aside and went to open the door. It wasn’t Leyla standing outside. Sabrina tried slamming the door shut, but Alaric must have seen it coming. She was powerful, but not nearly as strong as a pure Dragon. He flashed her a smirk as he stepped into the room and made himself at home by sitting on her bed.

"Come," he said, patting the space next to him and gesturing for her to sit.

Sabrina took a long breath to calm her emotions. She moved slowly and sat next to Alaric, leaving a respectful space between them. The Dragon King wrapped a single arm around her waist and dragged her closer. He gripped her by the jaw and raised her face so she was staring into his eyes.

"So pretty," he cooed. "All for me." His thumb traced her plump bottom lip, and Sabrina tried to bite the offending finger off. He chuckled with no little fondness.

"Okay, pretty Luna. I admit my mistake. What can I do to make you forgive me, hm?"

"What are you doing here?"

"You are my woman. Can’t I visit your Chambers? "

"This late at night?"

"Don’t you know what I do with my women this late at night? But of course, we could do it during the daytime too if you wish."