Ileus: The Dark Prince - Chapter 344

Ileus set the food tray on the floor and pulled her towards him so that now she was sitting on his thighs. His hands reached the top of her towel and he was about to tug it open, when she held his hands. "You are not supposed to have sex," she said with an intense stare. 

"Ridiculous," he said and tugged open her towel, which pooled near her hips, springing free her breasts. He cupped them fondly as he looked into her sapphire blue eyes. "Do you know that sex keeps werewolves healthy?" he said as he rolled her nipples. His eyes traveled all the way down to her top of her sex and stayed at the thrush of curly hair in between her thighs. He licked his lips. 

"Is it?" she asked, her mind going blank immediately. 

"Hmm." 

"Your healers are going to throw me out and I wouldn't want that," she said as she thrust her breasts in his hands. 

"I will throw them out first!" He actually meant that. Suddenly he narrowed his eyes and asked, "Is your tummy hurting right now?" 

"No," she shook her head slightly. 

"Do you feel anything inside it? Like is there something floating?" 

"No," she shrugged. "I think my infection was temporary. I feel much better now." 

His lips tugged and he cupped her face. She wasn't pregnant. All his worries left him immediately. "You don't know how happy you have made me!" 

Anastasia chuckled. Her husband was so worried about her all the time. She leaned towards him and brushed a kiss on his lips. "I am fine, Aly. You don't have to worry." 

The moment she kissed him with those hot lips, it was like he had now come home. It was as if a thousand suns had sparkled inside him. Her lips were so tender yet hot against his that for a moment he jerked his head back at the crazed need that he felt for her every time. His golden eyes darted between her lips and eyes as his body shuddered slightly. He wanted to feel her all over, at once. Anastasia snaked her arms around his neck and threaded her fingers in hair. He curled his arms around her and pulled her towards him and their lips met. She moaned in his mouth and none was aware as to how time had passed. He loved the feel of her skin beneath his fingers, so soft and so creamy. He had unshackled her wings and they flared wide open. 

Breathless, she rested her forehead against his as her hands traveled to his shaft that was pulsating with need, throbbing to get inside her. She touched the crown and he hissed under her hot touch. His twin golden flames blazed with hunger, with need, so deep that it was always impossible to fathom it. He took his hands to her breasts and then tugged her nipples. She cried. He pushed her shoulders back and as soon as her body arched, he grabbed her nipples in his mouth and sucked them hard, grazing them with his fangs. 

She must be absolutely mad for the shudder, the heat that coiled inside her belly when he grazed his fangs around her breasts. How could a person like that pain so much? He was unrelenting. Once he had suckled her left breast, he went to her right one and suckled it while kneading the left one. Slowly, he trailed a path to her clit and rubbed her over there. She almost cried with pleasure. He knew she was about to come and so he pushed his finger inside her and pumped it in and out until the heat uncoiled with serpentine speed and she came all around his finger with his name on her lips. "Fuck, I love you!" he said when she looked at him with those half-lidded eyes. 

She curled her wings around them and sat straight. "It's my turn, my prince," she said. She bent down and took his shaft in her mouth. She reached right to the base and licked it all the way up. 

"Anastasia!" he yelled her name as he thrust his erection in her mouth. She sucked the crown and then took it all inside her mouth. She suckled it hard till her cheeks became hollow. He gathered her hair to one side to see her doing it. The sight was… breathtaking. Suddenly, he felt her teeth graze his shaft. The sensation was mind blowing. He hissed and he came inside her with a roar. 

He had to pull her away from his erection. 

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Anastasia woke up as the evening sun sent its red and golden rays in their room. She was in his arms with his thighs thrown over hers. She turned towards him and pressed her face in his chest to inhale his woodsy, spicy scent. Ileus stirred awake. His fingers started moving on their volition up and down her spine and in between the curve of her hips. Gods, she was just too perfect. He had shackled her wings again. Till now he didn't know to sleep with her wings. He always wondered how faes slept together. In all his time at Vilinski, he would watch Maple with her lovers—all of them an entangled mass of wings and bodies. Was it even comfortable? 

His eyes went to the side table where he found a handwritten note from the queen. 

"When will you apprise me of your adventure?"

Well, the queen had to wait. He was still healing. He leaned over Anastasia, took the note, scribbled his answer and set it on the table. The note disappeared. 

Bewildered, Anastasia asked, "What did you write back?" 

"I am in the infirmary with my wife on my bed." 

"What?" she smacked him on the chest. "Have you no shame?" 

"That is the truth," he shrugged as he placed his arms behind his head, satisfied as hell. "By the way, you are fine, right?" he asked just to be sure that she wasn't pregnant. 

"I am tired," she admitted. "And I do feel queasy again." Gods, was she pregnant? She really had to talk to the healers about a contraceptive for herself. Double protection would be best. Because having a baby so soon… she still had to free her parents… her kingdom… she shuddered at the thought. 

"Queasy?" His muscled chest caved in as he turned to look at her. 

She dragged herself out of the bed and darted towards the bathroom. He heard her retching and then she vomited. Ileus sat upright, his body tense. The thought that she was pregnant returned. Her breasts did feel slightly heavy though. Gods, he needed to ask Haldir, discreetly. 

When she came out, she found him staring at her with a pale face. "Sweetheart!" she said loudly. "You are again unwell. I knew this was a bad idea! I am calling the healers now!" 

"No!" He stopped her. 

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As soon as the castle was immersed in the dark night, and it was past midnight, Iona walked to the study. She had to read the leather-bound book, History of Fae. This time she had brought a candle with her. The book was right there… on the top shelf. She took it out and sat on the couch, tucking her legs beneath her and tightening the cloak to keep her warm. 

She wanted to find—