My Lycan Demigod

25

PRINCE LEANDRO…

The last time I drew her blood, I took so much due to the taste, and I had thought that it could sustain my Kyrennei for at least a week. I drank so much and I didn't want to dig my fang into her again or she might not stand losing that much blood.

Due to this, I began feeding very well on my kyrennei’s meal—a bloody raw meat, hoping that it would be able to keep us from both blood hunting and feeding on my eunuch.

I hadn't fed on that meal for five years now. Maybe this was because of the guilt I had over my species and I didn't even care if I was to drain them all to death. But since my eunuch came into the show, the other blood became something I wasn't sure I would love to taste again, because I feared it would take away the sweet taste of her own.

Therefore, I decided to rely on blood feeding from her, which could be alternate days so she wouldn't be drained out.

Seated there, with the meal she had served me placed before my very eyes, my kyrennei lost it, enraged, mad at me.

We had chatted last night and it insisted that I blood hunt or drink from my eunuch, but I refused to do any of them. For f*****g goddess’ sake, I also needed those night sleeps. I wasn't a f*****g vampire, and he was actually turning us to one.

‘If we are not going to be feeding on her all the time, then we must go on a bloodhunt. I need more blood as the full moon is approaching.’ It reminded me again and again.

I didn't know what the full moon would do to us, because all these years, I hadn't been short of blood. And the amount of laziness I had these days to step into the woods? Sometimes I always wanted to have this eunuch around me, but it wasn't possible, or it could create suspicions.

She was shaking on the ground, her flesh throbbing in her veins like they would split up soon.

‘I want that blood, Lean!!!’

My chest clenched, watching as she sat helplessly staring at me. The pain she felt was vivid as her face had turned red, and something about it made me not okay with it.

I shoved my head to the side. I can't feel pity for someone.

Normally, I shouldn't care what would happen to her and feed on her anytime I like, but was I even caring about her or what?

Never! Just never!! I don't f*****g care about people….

Then it dawned on me, who she looked like…

No! I can't be using this as an excuse.

I stopped fighting my kyrennei and dashed towards her, pinned her back to the floor, and dug my fangs into her flesh, drawing and drinking as much blood as I could.

She couldn't move. My body was so heavy upon hers and I didn't care.

I drank so loudly, my throat bobbling from the deep swallow of her blood, so tasty and irresistible. Its scent hit my nostrils, making it difficult to let go no matter how much I wanted to.

One thing I didn't let happen was my Kyrennei taking over me in this feeding, or two things could occur. I could suck her to death after going feral.

She got hold of my dress and squeezed it, as though reminding me that it was time to let go, but I didn't want to, and it was very hard already.

“Please, let go please.”

That voice—she was so much in pain. She was becoming weak and I could sense it, so I poured in my pheromones into her, to subside the pain. I poured out more and more, until I felt just so okay and refreshed.

My breathing came ragged as I sealed the bite. I looked at her face and I could see was a female and not my eunuch.

I perceived her musk. She was dripping and I was f*****g hard.

Our eyes locked, and I saw the desire to be claimed wavering in her. She was fragile on the floor while I stood and lifted her into my arms effortlessly and laid her on my bed.

“My Prince,” she mentioned, eyes fixated on me.

I didn't know what to say, but I knew what I wanted to do—something that we both needed at that point.

She climbed down from the bed and stood before me. I was waiting to see what she was up to because I wasn't in the mood for jokes, but she began loosening my robes.

I shut my eyes, trying not to take it otherwise. I had never had this kinda moment except with my deceased mate, and I didn't want to.

According to the roles, my mistress was supposed to be the next person to undress me from my robe. Even though she was disguised as a female, I should have followed the law, but I couldn't.

How she carefully handled the fabric of my dress until I was just in my inner panties, bare-chested, standing before her. She removed the ring used to hold my hair and sighed.

“Done?” I asked her and she nodded. “Then get your back there.”

Not like she wasn’t still leaking those juices, and I wondered why she even had to do that.

She lay on her back, her arms crossed under her belly…

‘Jenny? No, it's not her…’ I blinked, trying to get that scene out of my head.

I recalled the first day my mate visited me, and how she undressed and lay down for me, staring and smiling at me.

That day, I was supposed to take her, she wanted me to…but I refused, because I wanted her pure on our wedding night, because I planned everything I'd do to her on our wedding night, yet they took her away from me.

Now, staring at this female who bore her looks, I was reminded of a scene I thought I'd forgotten.

Those charming eyes, how she stares at me, those lips…

Fucking goddess! Why did she look so much like her?

I got onto the bed, my legs spread between her. She watched me loosen her robe to ease my entrance, and for the first time, I was soft on a female.

She spread her arms to make me dominate, then I parted her legs and knelt between her.

I hadn't done this before. I'd claimed so many females in such a submissive way, but she was the first who stared at me while I took her.

I rubbed my fingers on her wetness, finding her swollen cunt, and then I made way towards it, soft, slowly, until I was inside her.

She took me whole, her soft gasp awakened more of my hormones.

I rode in and out of her, thrusting and groaning like she was the air I breathed. Each of my thrusts went deeper than the first, possessive, dominating.

She shut her eyes and bit her lower lip so hard before a low grunt tore through her lips.

My arms pinned hers to the bed, my waist slammed against hers. She was dripping like a water tap, her juices concealed the whole length of my shaft.

“Why hold those moans, female?” I got pissed when she bit her lip and squeezed her face. But upon hearing my question, her eyes met mine, her lips parted and she tilted her head back.

Fuck! I wasn't going to stop. I craved to f**k her until she couldn't walk, even if it meant not leaving this room until she's healed.

“Oh please….” her throat bobbled. “Yes my prince, take me please. Keep taking me, ride me harder.”

Gosh!

I was becoming so obedient to her moans, increasing the pace while the foaming sound our flesh made sprinkled in the air.

She moved her arms, and in time, I let her go. In the next seconds, she threw them over my neck and made me lean so close to her face.

Her face turned red. She gnashed her teeth.

Shivers ran down my spine. It was as though her flesh had awakened the vital point in me, causing me to pound her harder with utmost pleasure, grunting like a cougar devouring its prey.

“Yes my prince, I'm yours, all yours…”

Of course! I wasn't f*****g sharing her with anyone.

I leaned towards her neck, breathing in her scent as the orgasm hit me undone but I held it back. Not yet! I wasn't done…I needed more of her.

But in minutes later, I was shaking in her, hitting hard with all my strength, “Oh f*****g goddess! This feels so good…”

Her moans had turned into soft cries as she trembled under me. She cupped my face with her palms. Staring right into my eyes while I claimed her. “Oh f**k me…yes please, please…”

We both trembled and climaxed hard together, our breath heavy.

She blinked, soft air left through her lips, “My Prince…”

Voice so soft and charming.

I couldn't help but crash my lips against her, sucking and taking in her saliva.

I never kissed Jenny, and I wasn't regretting ever doing it to her resemblance.

Her saliva tasted as sweet as her blood and musk, and I loved the way she responded with the same energy.

At that moment, I heard Aldric's voice in my mind, “The King has sent for you..”

But I ignored it, because I wasn't leaving to see him until I was done relishing every bit of this female. Not when I knew he was calling for no good.