Mated To The Cruel Prince-Chapter 780: Universe Of Madness

With a growl, he carried Gabbi off her feet.

"What the fuck are you doing? Somebody help me! Islinda! Prince Aldric! He’s about to eat me!"

For a moment there, Gabbi held this thought that Islinda and Gabbi were on the way to rescue her and her scream might draw them to her. Except it was all in her imagination.

The birdman threw her onto the bed, following her down, and restraining her immediately. He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, his other hand nudging her legs open as he settled his weight over her. Gabbi squirmed, but she might as well have been trying to move a mountain. The birdman was unyielding, his strength overwhelming.

"Ugh! Get off me!" Gabbi screamed with the frustration of being unable to push him away. He certainly wasn’t about to eat his "meal" on the bed, right? Who does that? Show some respect!

"Stop it!" he thundered with authority and anger. His eyes flashed, and Gabbi felt the command wash over her like a physical force. She stilled, her body obeying despite her fear.

The birdman seemed relieved by her response, letting out a sigh. They were both breathing hard, their chests rising and falling in unison. Gabbi had resigned to her fate already. He should just go ahead and do it. Kill her.

Then he looked at her and Gabbi realized, up close from this position, her about to be murderer looked damn good. His handsomeness had an edge to it, almost predatory, but there was an undeniable allure to him. And then there was the fact that he was still shirtless, his muscles pressing against her, a solid reminder of his strength.

If only he was a normal person, she would have done him. Wait a minute, what in the Fae was she thinking? She usually wasn’t like this! Unknown to Gabbi, she had already released pheromones that called to him.

Azrael’s nostrils flared as he caught the scent of his mate’s desire, a certain region in his body rising as well. His mate desired him? Excitement rushed through him. ƒreewebɳovel.com

Now that he thought of it, he couldn’t help but relish the feel of her soft body beneath him, the act filling him with need at once. He needed to claim his mate. He needed to make her his.

Gabbi’s momentary admiration evaporated the second Azrael’s grip tightened painfully in her hair, forcing her to meet his gaze. Her heart pounded in terror. Was this it? Was this the moment he killed her?

Instead, he crushed his lips against hers, and Holy creator of the world – she really died.

Gabbi’s mind went blank. She had not seen this coming, but even at that, she had never felt anything like it before. This was not her first kiss but Gabbi felt this one in every fiber of her being.

Electricity seemed to course through her, lighting up every nerve in her body to the point her toes curled in pleasure. She moaned into his mouth, the pain in her scalp mingling with the intense pleasure he elicited from her.

His weight which had felt like a huge stone was now a lifeline that she clung to as he drank from her lips. The birdman was strangely good with his lips and Gabbi couldn’t believe how much she was enjoying this.

And to think this was a kiss. A mere kiss. If a kiss could feel this good, what would happen if they had — The gods help her! What was happening to her? Where was all this thought coming from?

Also, she was not having sex with this... Gabbi’s thoughts were quickly drowned out by another moan as he deepened the kiss... Oh well, whatever happens, happens.

The birdman was all muscles and Gabbi couldn’t help but shamelessly run her hand over those hard ridges of his stomach, feeling the way the muscles flexed beneath her touch. It strangely thrilled her to know that he was just as affected by this as she was. This wasn’t just some twisted attraction; he felt it too.

The kiss went on for what felt like an eternity, both of them lost in the sensation. Gabbi barely managed to catch her breath in the brief moments when he pulled away, only for him to dive back in, stealing the air from her lungs once more.

It was Azrael who finally broke the kiss, though Gabbi’s lips chased after his, a flush coloring her cheeks when she realized what she was doing. She quickly turned her head, embarrassment flooding her as silence fell between them. What had just happened? What was happening to her? If he didn’t want to kill her, then what did he want?

Azrael was the first to break the silence. "I am Azrael Xanthan Gorlassaar, the sixth, and King of the Ravenkind."

"Oh fuck." Gabbi’s heart sank. The birdman was the king of the birdpeople? Did she just make out with the king of the bird people? Oh Gabbi. No one kissed a king and go scot free. There was no getting away from this now.

Azrael continued. "I don’t understand why the gods have chosen you for me, why they’ve chosen you to mother my people, the Ravenkind, but who am I to question the ways of the gods? We will mate and breed future children, the future princes and princesses who will ensure the continuity of our race. You will be mine, human."

Azrael’s chest puffed out slightly, his eyes gleaming with the self-assuredness of someone who believed he was offering her the greatest honor imaginable. To him, it was a simple matter of destiny—she had been chosen by the gods to be his mate, to bear his children, to secure the future of his people. There was no room in his mind for doubt or refusal. He saw himself as a prize, a king offering a rare privilege.

Gabbi, however, felt her stomach drop. The heat that had ignited between them just moments ago, the intense attraction she couldn’t quite deny, vanished like a candle snuffed out by a gust of wind.

Was this guy for real? What universe of madness has she had landed on?

Her mind scrambled to process the absurdity of the situation. Mate? Breed? Ravenkind princes and princesses? However, Gabbi’s brain fixated on one particular, horrifying detail: *Breed.* And she couldn’t stop the ridiculous thought that followed.

Whose vagina was going to pop out those birdchildren?

Her face contorted in disbelief as she imagined herself waddling around with a giant egg belly, hatching a nest of half-raven, half-human offspring. A hysterical laugh bubbled up in her throat, but it was quickly replaced with fear.

Mummy. Daddy. She was going to die.