Ileus: The Dark Prince

Chapter 412 - Marked And Mated

As soon as Iona held his horns, Rolfe hissed and his demon wanted to lose control. His mind was in a frenzy. She rubbed his horns and a shudder passed through his body. Once she rubbed them, she grabbed them tightly and whispered, "Take me demon."

With whatever control his human form was left of, he said in a croaky voice, "I want to take it easy. —scared of hurting you."

"And I want you to go rough, Rolfy!" she demanded. She was craving so hard for him. He had tied her and raised her anticipation to a fever pitch. She couldn't have it gentle.

He gulped. His woman wanted it rough, just like his demon was fantasizing about.. She was naked, wet and beneath him. He wanted to fuck her senseless. "What do I do?" he said, not knowing whether to succumb to his demon because if he came out, he was surely going to thrust himself inside her with no mind.

Iona craved him so much that the pain that she felt when he entered was fleeting. It took the form of pleasure, and here he was—still inside her, scared that she would hurt. "Just fuck me!" she said and undulated her hips.

And he lost his control. "Ahhhahhh!"

She took his horns and directed them to her breasts.

"Say you are mine!" he snarled against her, as he resisted her pull and stared into her eyes.

"Yes, I am yours, Rolfe!" She knew that it just didn't stop at having sex. He was claiming her and she was going to do the same. She wanted it badly.

"Then remember one thing Iona—I won't leave you." He took his shaft out. "You will always remain with me." His voice was dangerously low. He thrust it in sharply.

"Yes!" she said as her lips quivered.

His biceps bulged and his green eyes were intensely brutal when he looked at her with hunger, with want, with lust, with possession. He stayed wedged inside her deeply. When his demon was assured that she was his, he took his shaft out and then plunged in sharply.

She cried as her head tipped back and thrashed against the fur.

"Mine!" he growled and started thrusting inside her relentlessly. She left his horns and grasped his shoulders where she dug her nails in crescent shapes, drawing blood out at every thrust. "Deep— I want to go deep," he rasped as he thrust. He heard her cries and when he opened his eyes, he saw her fangs lengthening. He knew that she wanted to mark him. Understanding her need, he pulled her up with him in his lap and grabbed her buttocks to ease her on his shaft. He curled one hand behind her neck and pressed her face to his shoulder—the point which she had licked earlier. He felt a sharp graze on his shin. He pressed her further, but she only licked and nibbled his skin.

"Rolfe, take me fully," she moaned in his ear.

And he knew that she wanted him to take control. He thrust his hips inside her as his erection throbbed with pain—pain to release inside her. The moist heat of her core was making him go crazy. He made her lie back as his gaze went to the flesh between her neck and shoulder.

She removed her hair from there and offered it to him. "Go ahead."

"Mine," he rasped and dug his fangs in her flesh.

Iona screamed with pleasure but his wrist went on her mouth. She bit it to smother her scream and came all around him. Her muscles clenched, heat in her belly uncoiling at serpentine speed. There were stars in her eyes… so much pleasure that it bordered on pain.

With his fangs sunk in her flesh, he snarled against her skin and thrust his shaft inside her mindlessly. And soon he came inside her. He hadn't come this strong in his hundred years. He released her neck and continued to come till he was done for.

He slumped over her. Their chests heaved against each other, his face near the skin where he had sunk his fangs in. He raised himself on his elbows and looked at her to see if she was okay or not.

"I want more," she said in a hoarse, sexy voice. Her hands had trailed to his horns, which she seemed to have started liking because they curled or straightened sensing her hands on them. She arched her body against his and her hard nipples raked his chest.

His body shuddered. "And you will get more, love!" he said. His shaft swelled inside her all over again. But he pulled out and she cried. He flipped her on her belly, pulled up her buttocks and shoved his cock inside her. "Keep up with me!"

"I will, demon!"

Iona was exhausted by the end of it. She was now sleeping over his chest like a kitten. His one arm was possessively draped around her waist as he played with her hair by running his fingers through them. He looked at the place where he had marked her. There were just two red angry circles over there. Her skin had started stitching up itself.

When he had had sex with his mate, something between them snapped together—their mate bond. There was no going back now. His father would come after her if he knew that their mate bond had clicked in place. She stirred a little and he stroked her back to sleep. It was difficult for him to sleep. His little, lusty mate was more than gods could bestow upon him. He was happy to have satisfied her. What he didn't know was that a smile plastered on his face permanently. The images of her taking him by his horns flashed across his mind again and again. Even the demon females never touched horns of male demons, afraid that he would gut them with it, if enraged. But this little one—she took him by the horns.

Suddenly a thought occurred to him—what if she was pregnant by now? She wasn't on birth control herbs, nor was he. "No!" Goose bumps lined his skin.

Iona stirred awake. Lazily, she asked, "What is it, Rolfy?"

"Nothing, love!" he stroked her. "You should sleep."

The morning looked like the nights had never receded. The dense cloud cover had the temperature plummeting. Thunder sounded in the distance. When they all assembled in the main hall, Rolfe had spread the design on the table. He traced a line to the palace and said, "In two days we are going to be inside the palace."

Anastasia, who was sitting on the opposite side, was watching Iona. She was constantly pulling the tunic's collar over her shoulders. A light smile permanently etched her face and she glanced at Rolfe every once in a while.

"Once we reach there, it will take us the longest to come back," Rolfe continued. "Will you be able to hold your magic that long, Caleb?"

Caleb glanced at Ileus and then nodded. "Yes." He glanced at Ileus again, whose jaw was set in a straight, tense line.

"Let us start," Rolfe said and clapped his hands excitedly. "I can't wait for this to get over!" Once everyone was out, Rolfe walked to Ileus. "I have something to ask you once we finish this project."

Ileus said—