Rejected by My Royal Mate

Ch 7- Madness

-Alyna-

"Get the f*ck away from her."

Of course, I didn't have to look back to see who it was. I would know that voice even if I had gone deaf. Just saying!

The Vampire's eyes turned sinfully dark. The silver turned black, and his lips pulled back in a dangerous smile as he turned from me to look at Prince Theoden. I felt a chill running along my spine as I looked at the Vampire. Vampires lived for centuries, and at that moment, I could see... even though Felix looked so damn young, there was a kind of worldliness in his eyes that spoke volumes of lives he had lived.

Theoden was just a boy when compared to this Vampire.

"Prince Theoden," Felix's voice was absolutely soft. So soft and melodious, I almost felt like he was singing a lullaby. "It is inappropriate to get in the middle of someone else's conversation. I thought they thought etiquette in the royal palace."

Ooh, that must f*cking burn.

I chuckled, an excited grin spreading across my face as I looked at Theoden. He glared at me when he saw me laughing at his plight, which made me laugh harder.

Felix gave me a bow, saluting me as he did. The smile on his face was absolutely arrogant as he took a step closer to me.

"Think about that proposal, little Alyna. I would love to have a taste of that delicious blood pounding inside you. It is a sweet deal. When I drink from you, you will..." his silver eyes were mesmerizing. I couldn't look away. I had heard that some of the old and powerful vampires had the power to control you. It wasn't as obvious as mind control, but somewhere in between.

And I felt like... I was being controlled.

"You will feel like you are dying from the intense pleasure," he said before he turned towards the stupid prince, who was seething. "Now, Prince Theoden, you can chat with her."

"Felix," I looked up at him. "Are you telling the truth when you said you will accept my invitation?"

"Of course, little Alyna," he said as he pressed a finger against my pulse and pressed a little. His tongue flickered out and he licked his lips. I mirrored his motion. "I will see you in a month!" He sauntered away and my heart was still a violent mess.

Theoden looked at me as if he wanted to kill me. Or kiss me. Either.

His eyes were glowing as he grabbed my hand in his. I didn't resist. I didn't fear him. I knew, for all the bluster and bark, he would never hurt me. At least, not physically.

Emotionally though, he would break me, my self-esteem, my confidence, my little heart all with one word. Some people had an exceptional power over you, and no matter what, Theo would have it over me.

"Alyna..." Irene said with a frown as she glared at the prince.

The prince speared her with a dangerous look. His dragon was flashing, and he looked wild. Savage. I knew I had to go with him now. I didn't want him to lose control in a public place.

He walked, my wrist still in his palm, before finally he found a back alley. There was a man standing there and he looked at both of us, startled.

"Leave now," Theoden said in a commanding voice and the man scurried off, leaving me and Theoden alone in the back alley, filled with plastic waste.

He took a step closer to me, his eyes menacing. I might have cowered a little bit, but it was to comfort his f*cking dragon. I didn't want to wage a war with the dragon.

"Prince Theoden, what do you want now?" I whispered as I looked into his darkening blue eyes. It had almost become the kind of blue the sky would be during a moonless night.

"Me? What do you want, Alyna? I thought you were reasonable and level-headed. And now, you are going around pulling these little stunts..." he gritted the words out as if it hurt him to say them. He gritted his teeth.

"Is it unfair, Prince Theoden?!"

"It is," he whispered. "When you kissed Nathan, it hurt me. And then the Vampire... I know you want to hurt me for what I did to you, but Alyna-"

"Life is unfair like that, Prince. It is about time you realized that. You must have been living in a royal cave, not knowing anything that had been going around you."

"What the f*ck are you-" he took a step closer to me, and my breath hitched. Even without the mate bond, I was always affected by Theo. But with the mate bond, the feeling inside me was a thousand times stronger than before.

His warm smell surrounded me and my stomach clenched in need. He pressed against me, his solid chest softly pushing against my breasts, and I could feel my ni*ples tighten in need. I could feel every line of his body, in line with my soft curves. He grabbed my neck in his big palm and lifted my head up, his glowing eyes staring into me. His hold was so soft... and it sent tingles through my electric skin.

My body burned at the proximity and I knew it was absolutely stupid to want him, to still want him, but I did. I was a weak-assed bi.tch. There was no absolution from this sin.

He was my hellfire, but he was also my heaven.

His eyes met my lips as I gulped. His thumb stroked my ivory throat, sending lust coursing through me. I stared at his delicious lips, remembering the memories of the night I would rather forget, but could never.

"Alyna..." he said, his voice husky. I felt his words sliding down my skin, sizzling, burning, eliciting a soft wanton moan out of me.

"Get the hell away..." But there was no real fire in my words. I knew he could sense it too. He glared at me, and I glared back, our eyes battling, challenging, stimulating and my chest thundered.

I could feel the heat pooling between my thighs, drenching my panties with my passion for him. His nostrils flared as he smelled my arousal. I could feel his arousal, too, as it poked against my stomach.

He hissed as I grounded against him, his lips parted in a half moan. My pu*sy turned wetter as I tried to satiate the need in me by humping him. He didn't pull back, of course, he wouldn't.

I bit my lips as he pulled back a little, and his lustful eyes scanned my shameless body. Weak f*cking body, made of only one thought right now. Him. Pressed against me.

Everything else was long forgotten. I knew this was not ideal, but what the f*ck should I do with this mate bond?!

I hated myself for this, but no matter how much I hated myself, I couldn't pull away from him, pull away from his sultry eyes, his dark desire, his deranged need.

We were mad.

He didn't want me, and yet he wanted me.

I hated him, and yet I wanted him.

There was no reprieve from this insanity. Until we officially broke the bond, we would be trapped in this circle of madness, trying to resist, and then giving in.

"All this f*cking softness..." he whispered as his finger trailed down my throat and I watched as his finger slowly made its way down. "You- you want me to go mad?" he hissed as his dark eyes stared at my diamond hard ni*ples that was clearly poking and rubbing against my T-shirt.

He growled softly. My hand glided under his shirt, touching his burning skin. He was like a delectable satin under my fingers, and I wanted more. I burned for more.

My heart was a violent stormy mess.

He bent down, and bit my neck before he licked my throbbing pulse,and my whole body went rigid even as immense pleasure curled through me, my stomach, down blow. My core was turning wetter and wetter, and the scent of arousal draped around us, seductively.

I had gone beyond saving by this point.

His alluring scent, his touch, everything about him... there was no saving grace for me.

I pressed further against his hard boner, feeling him through his pants. He gripped my ass in his right hand, digging his fingers through my flesh, and he pulled me into him. His big palm fondled my soft, curvy ass as he looked at me, defeated.

He hissed as his left hand made contact with my soft, tender flesh. I groaned as he pressed softly against my breast, squeezing, fondling, kneading, sending pleasure all through my body.

F*ck. This is disgustingly enticing.

I hated myself for enjoying this, but my body was not in my control anymore. It was in his. He was the one pulling all the f*cking strings.

I am a f*cking wh*re. When it came to him... I talked a bloody big game, and look at me right now, rubbing against him like a wanton, s*x-starved kitty.

He traced the swell of my breast and then down a little. His fingers slightly pressed against my tightening nip*les, once, twice until I wanted to beg him to touch me properly. This was maddening. This was not supposed to happen. I wanted revenge, cold, cruel one. I wasn't supposed to want s*x.

He pinched my ni**les in between his thumb and index finger and I arched into him even as I cursed him for doing this to me. He played with it for a while, gently pressing, pinching and then dragging his nail across it and the pressure between my legs was increasing. I felt like I would soon explode if he didn't touch my pus*y.

"Alyna? Alyna? Are you alright? Where are you?"

It was Irene, and her voice was like a splash of cold water. I slapped his hand away from my breast.

"Alyna, I am-"

"You are what, Theoden? I know this f*cking bond would always make me want you, want your body, but remember something. This doesn't mean anything to me, just as it didn't mean anything to you!"

"What are you... Alyna, please- can we talk like, like for real, without messing things up? I didn't want to-"

"No, Theoden. No. Are you not rejecting me anymore?" I scoffed.

He stayed silent.

"Then we have nothing to talk about."

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