Chapter Five
BOTH BEAST AND MAN struggled to regain control as the silence inside the van grew agonizingly taut.
Lysander knew that Estrella could only have a lot of questions in her mind, but not once did she betray her confusion or fears.
She remained on his lap, serenely still, her gaze somber, her heartbeat steady.
I trust you.
Everything about her whispered this, and bit by bit, the rampaging, churning emotions inside of him eased.
Outside the van, the twins stood next to the platoon of soldiers, in position to formally welcome their prince.
Or at least that was the plan.
But whether that were to come true or not...
Frustration clawed at his chest. He knew, more than anyone else, how much Faes were predisposed to detest anything animalistic, and so how fucking ironic it was, that Lysander, with the blood of Ammon coursing through his veins, might as well be the Prince of Beasts?
He had to change. Now.
But for that to happen—-
Estrella.
Green eyes filled with concern readily flew up to his. What is it?
I must...change...now. But...if I do...the beast in me...
Estrella could sense Lysander's growing tension. "Whatever it is, it's okay. I promise you—-"
I must...take...you...first..
"I can handle - what?" Estrella could feel her cheeks burning up as she tried to make sense of what she heard. Or what she thought she heard. Because maybe—-
You did...NOT...hear wrong.
Estrella swallowed hard. Oh.
You must...understand. Two years...thoughts of you... the only thing...kept me...alive. So the beast...I...we hunger. We crave.
Her cheeks were now on fire, his words making her think of all sorts of erotically forbidden things.
And when...I turn, I'm not...sure...I am...able to...control...myself.
Estrella's heart slammed against her chest. Dear God. What did he mean he wouldn't be able to control himself? That the moment he turned back into a man, he would take one look at her, and he would...
She cleared her throat. "You, um, said..." Oh dear God, this was so hard. "You would, um, take me...in some way?" Like, there was more than one way?
The innocent thought, albeit unspoken, was something Lysander heard just fine, and it was just too fucking much. A growl of arousal escaped him as he sought to capture her gaze with his, just so she could fucking see in his eyes...
Estrella's lips parted in shock at the amount of lust staring back at her. Ooooooh...myyyy.
YES, Lysander snarled at her. There's more than...one...way!
And this time, it was his turn to use her thoughts to show her—-
His throbbing, monstrously oversized cock thrusting into the folds of her vagina...
OR
His cock deep-throating her...
OR
His cock devouring her virginal ass...
Estrella's body instantly limp the moment the visions ended. Oh. My. God. What had she just seen? The future? Heaven? Both?
Large, strong paws gave her shoulders a firm shake in a silent command to make her look up, and when their eyes met—-
Choose, Lysander snarled.
She could barely think, could barely breathe, and he wanted her to choose?
CHOOSE NOW, WOMAN!
Panic struck.
BEFORE I—-
The words were out before she realized what she was saying. "M-mouth! I choose mou—-aaaah!"
One moment she was on his lap, another moment she was on her knees on the van's carpeted floor, and a blaze of ice-cold wind had just slapped her on the face. When she opened her eyes again, a beautiful man was seated in front of her...naked.
Lysander!
Long black hair that still turned violet under the light. Eyes that played all the shades between lavender and violet. And the most beautiful face in the world—-
He wordlessly reached for her chin, cupping it and applying pressure until she had no choice to open her mouth—-
His cock filled her vision a moment later.
Oh God.
And it was exactly the way his visions had shown her.
Longer than it should be. Thicker than what could ever be normal. And when it finally slipped between her lips...
Her eyes flew open.
She realized that it could also move so much faster than what one could expect.
InOutInOutInOutInOutInOut
So, so fast. There wasn't even time to breathe. But it was also...oh God, it was also...exquisitely, painfully good.
InOutInOutInOutInOutInOut
His fingers came to grip her hair, his hands holding her head still...and then his cock was pushing all the waaaaaaaaaaay....doooooooooooown...
STAR.
Her name was not just a roar in her mind but also a hoarse growl of release in the real world.
And then he was coming. And coming. And coming.
And she drank it all in.
Oh, if only...
If only this moment could last forever.
But of course, it didn't, and ten minutes later, with Lysander having put on the change of clothes Aluin had discreetly slipped inside the van, Estrella had no choice but to accept this the moment Lysander pulled the door open.
The soldiers began to cheer, clapping, whistling, and yelling bawdy words of encouragement as Lysander helped a now red-faced Estrella out of the vehicle.
While the warmth in which they were being welcomed pleased the Fae in him, the other half.
..it still wasn't used to having this many men surround his mate.
The beast in him craved to make a mark for everyone to see, and it was not to be ignored.
Beside him, Estrella wasn't feeling too comfortable either. It had just occurred to her that there was a good possibility Lysander's soldiers were cheering simply because they knew exactly what had happened in the van? Like maybe, they had guessed that she had gone down on her knees—-
No, stop that, Estrella.
She squared her shoulders. Whether they knew or not, it didn't matter. Shouldn't matter. Right? She and Lysander were married, and if it just so happened that her first kiss had happened between her mouth and his thing—-
Lysander, having listened to his mate's thoughts the whole time, could no longer help it. In the middle of talking to his generals, he took hold of her wife's shoulders to spin her around to face him, and as soon as their gazes met-—
We should...remedy...your first kiss.
She was confused at first, but when she saw his lips folding into a smirk, she realized he had heard her mentally freaking out about the nature of their first kiss - and intended to do something about it.
Never mind if they had his very best soldiers surrounding them.
Oh dear.
She tried to take a step back, but he was too fast for her, and he had already cupped her face, his head bending down—-
Lysander, everyone will see—-
A gruff chuckle played in her mind.
I'm sure...they'll enjoy...the show.
Her eyes widened. What kind of answer was tha—-mmph!
His mouth covered her without warning, his tongue thrusting in between lips that had parted in surprise, and Estrella was so stunned she couldn't even think of resisting.
There was no foreplay at all...and somehow, that just made the kiss so, so much hotter.
His tongue pushed deeper, and her arms went around his neck as his lips moved with the most sinful kind of mastery. So, so good. This kiss...it was just so good. Too good. And when she heard his voice in her mind—-
Mine.
The savagely possessive note in it made her forget everything, every bone inside her body melting at the sound of it.
Ma belle...etoile.
Her eyes smarted with tears. Oh, those words. She was no longer a little girl. She knew exactly what they meant now - what it meant for him to speak in that language, and her body began to tremble and ache in the most unbearably exquisite way.
Say it. Say...you're mine.
This time, there was an almost brutally pagan quality to his command, and the sound of it made Estrella's head whirl even as she found herself helplessly submitting to it.
I'm yours, husband.
His hand in her hair tightened as soon as she whispered the words, and heat curled in her stomach as his kiss changed. She didn't think he could kiss her any harder, but he could, and he did, and oh, how her er mouth felt bruised and swollen in the loveliest way possible now.
Same...for me.
A moan escaped her when she realized what he was saying, and even as her eyes stung at the beauty of it, she couldn't help but whisper in her mind, Yes. You're mine, too.