Chapter 170
Bleidd stopped Zahra from entering his room, “wait, let me pick you up.”
“What for?” she asked, confused.
“It is just a European tradition,” he said, ready himself to pick her up.
“I thought we are in America?” Zahra said as he swept her up in his arms.
“My family is originally from Italy,” he said carrying her into his room.
‘Redheads from Italy?’ Zahra thought to herself that it was strange.
Bleidd put her down once inside the room.
“What now?” she chuckled.
“Now we consummate our marriage while my family watch,” Bleidd spilled out the words without thinking.
“What are you talking about? You don’t mean that people are actually going to come and watch us?” Zahra protested.
“Not exactly. They will watch through my mind,” Bleidd explained, reaching for her dress to unfasten it.
“Why? Don’t they trust you?” Zahra asked, wondering if they can see her right now through his eyes.
“Just forget I said anything,” Bleidd said, kissing her on her bare shoulder, before dropping her robes.
“Please keep your eyes closed, I don’t want them all to see me,” Zahra pleaded.
Bleidd took his puff tie from his neck and gave it to her before kneeling down, his eyes still close.
It took Zahra just a moment to figure out what he wanted her to do with the tie, and she tied it around his eyes.
The scent of her womanhood so near his nose enticed him and he blindly felt for her legs, sweeping his hands up the side of her legs, all the way up to her rear end, and wrapped them around her bums before putting his nose to her pubic hair, “You smell so good,” he said.
The whole time while they were having s*x Zahra could not help but think, ‘How am I to face his parents' pack tomorrow, knowing they all had s*x with us? Can they actually feel it when he orgasms?’
After Bleidd released his climax inside of her he shut out his pack and took the tie off his eyes.
“What are you doing?” Zahra exclaimed, clutching her breast with her hands, trying to cover herself.
“They have their proof, it is just us now,” Bleidd said, taking her hands away and mouthing a nipple.
“Earlier you had a fated mate connection with another; are you really over it so quick?” Zahra questioned.
“No, my heart will ache until I claim you tomorrow,” Bleidd said before continuing to explore her body with his mouth.
“But you acting as if it didn’t matter,” Zahra said, her body stiff.
“Woman, I have not had s*x since I lost my former wife, now keep quiet and let me enjoy you again,” Bleidd said, putting a kiss on her mouth.
“There are so many women at the castle, all seeming very eager to satisfy you and your brothers, why have you never had one of them?” Zahra asked once Prince Bleidd released her from the kiss.
“Not every good-looking man is a manwh0re,” Prince Bleidd said with a hoarse voice, wishing she will just shut up.
“Good looking hu?” Zahra teased even though she did think he was good-looking.
“Forget I said it. Now, will you keep quiet and enjoy yourself?” Prince Bleidd asked.
“But what if I am a screamer and can not enjoy myself if I don’t scream?” Zahra continued to tease.
“You are teasing me?” Prince Bleidd asked, pausing for a moment, looking at her.
Zahra tried to keep a straight face but a giggle escaped her.
“I think I should punish you for teasing a prince,” Prince Bleidd said, with a serious face.
“What kind of punishment are we talking about?” Zahra asked, smiling.
“The kind that will have you screaming, since you don’t want to shut this beautiful mouth of yours,” Prince Bleidd said, tieing her hands with the same tie he used around his eyes before turning her around on all fours.
Zahra could not help but laugh but swallowed her laughter when prince Bleidd walked to his wardrobe and walked back with a leather belt.
Prince Bleidd rubbed the leather belt against her bare bud.
“I hope you don’t mean to hit me with that,” Zahra said.
“What if I am?” Prince Bleidd challenged.
“I advise you not to,” Zahra turned around to face him, all serious.
Prince Bleidd lifted the leather belt, only pretending that he was going to hit her.
“I am warning you. I might look petite but I have trained with prince Ra’s father's guard,” she informed him.
“You are tied up so what damage can you really do to a man my size?” Prince Bleidd laughed.
“Look again,” Zahra showed her hands to him, and before prince Bleidd knew what was happening Zahra had him pinned down on his bed.
“I serender, I serender!” Prince Bleidd cried out, their naked bodies tightly against each other.
“I was not really going to hurt you,” Prince Bleidd said once she released him.
“Well, in that case, carry on,” Zahra said, smiling and turning onto all fours again.
“Yeah, I am kind of not in the mood anymore,” Prince Bleidd said, not liking the fact that he was just rough-handled by a woman.
“I can be the weaker sex, no problem,” Zahra said, laughing.
“Why do you insist on belittling me while I am naked?” Prince Bleidd asked.
“You see it as belittling, I see it as four-play, or does it count as after-play now?” Zahra continued to tease him, turning around, and pulling him into her.
“Stop moping and punish me already,” Zahra said, lifting his chin with her hand.
“I am scared of you now,” Prince Bleidd admitted.
“What if I teach you how to tie me up the right way?” Zahra suggested with a smile.
“Let us just leave it for another time,” Prince Bleidd said, walking over to his wardrobe to put on his sleepwear.
“Shoot yourself,” Zahra said, spreading her legs and starting to please herself with her long elegant fingers.
Prince Bleidd puts on his nightshirt and as he turned around he felt his manhood stir again at the sight of Zahra pleasing herself.
***
Walking into prince Mano’s room the whisky hit Panya’s nose; the room was clean, but you can smell whisky, ‘old whisky, perhaps spilled somewhere,’ she thought, pinching her nose.
“You can have the bed,” Prince Mano said, walking over to the table where a vast filled with whisky and a few clean glasses were neatly arranged.
‘You should consummate your marriage,’ Prince Mano heard his mother in his head.
‘All in good time, mother,’ Prince Mano mind linked her back, looking at Panya, undressing.
Prince Mano poured himself a glass and brought it to his lips, drinking all of it in one go.
He was about to pour another when he looked at the vast, ‘F*ck it,’ he thought to himself before drinking straight out of the vast.
Prince Mano swayed over to his bed where Panya was already laying, served like an exotic dish, ready to be devoured. Prince Mano blocked his mind from everyone and started to undress, the whisky hitting him like a rock.
Panya realized that something was very off and sat up. “Lay down,” she said.
Prince Mano fell to the bed, drunk out of his mind.
Panya was not sure what to do, ‘Can I make him believe that this child I am carrying is his?’ She got pulled back to reality when she heard a sobbing prince Mano.
“What on earth is the matter?” Panya asked, laying down next to him, facing him, and putting her hand on his hand.
“My first fated mate and children got killed in the supernatural war, but I was fortunate to find another fated mate, and she and my newborn daughter were killed a few weeks ago,” he sobbed.
