Ileus: The Dark Prince

Anastasia threaded her fingers through his raven black hair as he grazed her lips with his fangs. She moaned in his mouth as a jolt of familiar heat surged through her body, making heat and wetness coil and coil in between her thighs. Oh, there was no way she could ever stop loving this man, ever stop wanting him. He grazed the mark on her shoulder and she whimpered. Suddenly he took her off his lap and made her sit on the opposite bench as if she was feather light. The carriage wobbled a little. 

Her breath became shallow as her chest moved in and out rapidly. "The— the carriage is wobbling?" she said with a blush on her face. 

"So?" he asked as he parted her legs and put his fingers in between. "Fuck!" She was so wet that her juices were flowing out. 

"They will all come to know what we are doing inside!" she said through her shallow breath. 

"Let them, love." He stared between her parted legs for a moment and then plunged his mouth to suck her. Her body arched in response and she let out a cry when he grazed her with his fangs. He latched on to her core and sucked it hard. 

The heat that had pooled inside her belly unraveled like a viper, giving her a burst of pleasure that exploded her vision into a thousand stars. "Ah!" she cried. The pleasure raked every little energy remaining inside her. She was like a puddle in his hands. 

"I am about to take you, Anastasia," he said. 

She nodded, but before she could open her eyes to adjust herself, the man thrust himself inside her and latched on to the mark on her shoulder, trying hard not to sink his fangs inside her again. 

Anastasia's vision again exploded into stars when her vokudlak thrust inside her with maddening pace. His chest vibrated and he snarled against her skin as he thrust inside her mindlessly. She knew that he was dying to sink his fangs inside her again, and she wondered if he would because at this point of time, when her body was into senseless ecstasy, she didn't give a damn. She wanted him as much as she could get. 

Their movement intensified as she greedily matched the movement of his thrust with her hips. She was hardly bothered that the carriage was wobbling. When the madness inside them was at its peak, she came with a whimper. His thighs began to shake. He threw his head back and with a bellow to the ceiling, he came inside her, arc upon arc that seared inside her, that branded her. 

His head fell on her belly, and she kissed the crown of his head. He looked up at her with those heavy-lidded eyes and she kissed his swollen and glistening lips gently. "I love you too," she whispered the reply he sought sometime back. 

When they reached the palace gardens, Anastasia noticed that the coachman was flushed red when he opened the door of the carriage. Ileus stepped out with a poker face and she couldn't help blushing a crimson, knowing that they all must have listened to them on the inside. And she marveled that none of them showed emotions, except for Aidan. The bastard was grinning. Ileus helped her to step down from the carriage with a smug look. He was hardly bothered about his tousled hair or the fact that her ripped panties were now strewn somewhere in the carriage. He was least bothered that the strands of hair in her braid were loosely fluttering in the wind, and that she looked like she had braced a storm. Her dress was crinkled as hell and suddenly she realized that the smell of sex must be wafting in the air. As if her blush wasn't enough, she hoped the earth cracked beneath her feet. Gods, her mate was insatiable. Wasn't she? 

He grabbed her hand and pulled her near her. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, he said, "You look the best like this… messed up after sex." He pressed a kiss to her temple without a bother to the world.

Anastasia bit her lip and lightly shook her head. Did he have to announce to the world what they did in the carriage? 

They were ascending the stairs of the east wing when Darla came running to them from inside. "Stop, stop!" she said in a breathless voice.

"What happened?" asked Ileus with a frown. 

"The queen— the queen has instructed that Anastasia spend the night in the north wing. The two of you can't be together tonight until you are officially wedded tomorrow!" 

Nani?! 

Anastasia committed the look of shock that was etched onto Ileus' place that moment. It was as if his soul was being snatched from his body. "Wh— why?" he asked, squeezing Anastasia's hand harder. 

Darla gave him a satisfied smile. "Ah I am loving it already," she said, being the tease of the century. She pulled Anastasia's hand out of his. "Those are the traditions, my dear crown prince." 

"B— but that is ridiculous!" he blurted. Even at Evindal, he had to follow those stupid traditions. He won't let this happen in Draoidh. "She is not going to go anywhere," he protested, taking her hand back from Darla. 

A throaty laugh emanated from round the corner. Anastasia peeked behind Darla and found Kaizan walking towards them. "Kaizan!" she exclaimed with a twinkle in her eyes. "How are you feeling?" 

Bewildered as hell, Ileus' jealousy sprouted. Why wasn't she asking how he felt? Why was she asking how Kaizan felt, who was looking as healthy as a horse? Ileus pulled her against his chest and wrapped his arm around muscular her shoulders, and then as if challenging Darla, he said, "I will talk to the queen about this. You may leave." 

"Tsk, tsk," Kaizan shook his head. "I am absolutely fine Anastasia. How are you?" he asked. He reached and stood next to Darla. Taking her hand in his, he stared into her deep blue eyes and said, "I heard what you did back in the community hall. That was brave of you." 

Anastasia smiled fondly at him and said, "It was either her or us. Tamara deserved that punishment." 

"Thank you," Kaizan breathed out. 

Ileus pulled her hand out of Kaizan's and in order to steer the conversation back to the topic, insisted, "We are going to our bedchamber. See you guys tomorrow." 

"No!" Darla countered. "Anastasia has to stay in the north wing tonight. You cannot see her until tomorrow." 

"That is correct," Kaizan backed Darla. "We have been instructed by the queen to get Anastasia to north wing." And then he sniffed the air. "Did you two have sex in the carriage?" He was so surprised that his eyebrows shot to the ceiling. 

Once again Anastasia blushed to the root of her hair. The vokudlaks had a bloody strong sense of scent and Kaizan had no bars on his tongue.

"Yes, we did!" Ileus said as if very proud about it. 

Embarrassed, she elbowed him softly but it hardly affected the taut muscles of his stomach. 

"You absolutely have no sense of privacy, do you?" 

"I give a fuck to what others think," Ileus replied shamelessly.