CHAPTER 116: _YOUR MATES ARE SUCH TEASES

(Warning: More mature Content Ahead.)

Elian’s POV

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It didn’t take long for Elian’s clothes to come off as well. Kyren was so smooth with taking them off him after all.

The rogue king had him face-first against a hedge, grinding his throbbing dick up and down his ass crack while keeping his arms spread wide on the hedge.

Leaves fell and Elian’s skin pricked against the rough surface, but the soft moans and squirms his body made were more than enough sign that he was right where he wanted to be.

"I’ve only known about your existence for a few days..." Kyren rasped on his neck, trailing kisses on his skin. "Yet each night since then, I’ve stood outside my balcony, staring at the red skies of my domain... Imagining, plotting, calculating how exactly our first meeting would turn out."

[It’s low-key giving stalker energy... But I’m living for it! I think...]

Elian couldn’t stop himself from grinning, his face flushed as he arched further into Kyren’s length, his body practically begging him to ruin him.

This felt wrong... Aside from the obvious reason that they were doing this out in the open. But the rogue king was magnetic, and the mate bond was unlike anything he’s ever felt before.

Elian knew if it weren’t for the fact that his heat symptoms were restrained by the pill he was given, he would’ve reacted way more feral.

"You make me question my morality." Elian managed to whisper, his voice shaky with need. "I... I can’t—"

"I’ll make you question way more than that, little flame." Kyren’s right hand smoothly trailed from his arm to his back and then around to Elian’s stomach, pressing against it gently.

He didn’t end there, lowering his fingers until they brushed Elian’s pubic hair, teasing and pulling at every string of restraint Elian still had in his mind.

[Is the "restraint" in the room with us? Oh, sorry... In the garden maze with us?]

Elian grunted, raising his head to the skies and muttering. "S–Stop teasing..."

Suddenly, without warning, Kyren’s finger found its tip, flicking the sleek pre cum flowing out of it. Elian gasped, his legs trembling.

"I told myself that I’d fuck you until all of Evaros knows our names once we meet." Kyren sniggered, his tone suggestive as he finally pulled his length away from his ass crack. "This seems like a good start."

Elian glanced over his shoulder, his eyes glinting when he saw the beauty of a man standing behind him.

Tall, lean but muscular build, long white hair that blew into the wind like he was posing. And gosh, those abs, that firm chest—

Before he could get carried away and get a good look at his monster of a dick, Kyren brought his other hand to his chin, forcing him to look forward at the hedge.

He then pressed his forehead against the hedge, his fangs grazing his neck.

"Savouring every moment of me fucking you. Making you beg. Making you reach out to me for more... It’ll be my greatest honour in this forsaken continent."

Without warning, his warm palm finally wrapped around his length, causing Elian to gasp. Kyren’s other hand held his head firmly as he stroked him roughly, grunting into his ear.

"F–Fuck..." Elian arched, sweat pooling into his eyelids, his vision blurry at the edges. He kept on rubbing his ass on Kyren’s dick, hoping that would be enough of a signal of what he truly wanted right now.

Every cell in his body was basically pleading for it.

"Use your words, Elian," Kyren whispered knowingly in his ear. "Your body already tells me what it wants. But I want your mouth to speak it into the universe like a prayer."

Was he being serious right now?

Elian gritted his teeth, parting his lips and trying to get words through the moans and low grunts that came out of his mouth.

"I... I want you to..." He shivered when Kyren’s strokes became more persistent, his body pressing even further into the hedge. "Oh... Oh, fuck me..."

"I didn’t quite catch that..." Kyren brushed his lips over his earlobe, nibbling teasingly. "Say it, my little flame."

[Gosh, all your mates are such teases, aren’t they?]

Elian pressed his lips into a thin line, but the more he tried speaking, the harder it felt.

He could feel it building up.

It started as an ache in the loins, but it was pooling into something hotter. Something more explosive that would threaten to break him apart.

He was close to the edge and as exhilarating as the high was, he didn’t want it to end.

"Fuck me, Kyren!" Elian ended up saying louder than intended, his whole body shivering as the strokes reached a peak. "Oh, fuck. I’m—"

Before he could come, Kyren let go of his length, chuckling darkly.

That was the last thing Elian heard before he felt a sharp thrust ripping through his hole, unforgiving and claiming in the best way possible.

Elian’s eyes rolled back as Kyren’s length filled him up in one go, a whimper escaping his lips.

The stretch was brutal, but gods, Elian swore he’d never felt more alive.

His knees buckled against the hedge, fingers clawing at leaves and bark as Kyren buried himself to the hilt, grinding deep like he was carving his name into Elian’s very soul.

"Ah... f–fuck... Kyren!" Elian’s voice broke into a strangled cry, his body shuddering against the sheer force of it.

Kyren didn’t move at first.

He just held him there, his breath hot and ragged against Elian’s neck. His fangs scraped threateningly against his skin as he growled low, the sound vibrating all the way down Elian’s spine.

"You feel it, don’t you?" he rasped, his hips pressing forward to seat himself even deeper. "That bond thrumming. That ache is begging for me. You’re made for this."

Elian let out a high, breathless moan, his legs shaking violently as he arched back into him. "I–I can’t...gods, you’re—"

Kyren silenced him with a sharp thrust, dragging a scream from his lips that echoed through the garden maze. Leaves shook, birds scattered again, but none of it mattered.

The only thing Elian could focus on was the relentless way Kyren began to move, pulling out just enough before slamming back in with bruising force.

Each thrust hit that spot deep inside him, white-hot sparks exploding behind his eyes until he thought he’d go blind. His body clenched and pulsed around Kyren, every nerve alight, every breath stolen.

"Say it again," Kyren demanded, his voice a growl as he pistoned into him, faster now. "Say who’s inside you. Who do you belong to?"

"I—I—ahh—Kyren!" Elian screamed his name like it was the only word he’d ever learned, nails scraping bloody lines into the hedge.

Kyren snarled, satisfied, gripping his hips so tight Elian was sure bruises would bloom later in the day.

He drove into him mercilessly, his own groans spilling against Elian’s ear with every brutal thrust. "That’s it, little flame. Let everyone hear. Let them know you’re mine."

[DING! Achievement unlocked: "Public Indecency, King-Sized Edition." Reward: a lifetime of trauma for the poor guards outside the maze.]

Elian’s body shook, sweat dripping down his temple as the coil inside him tightened to a breaking point. His cock slapped against his stomach with every thrust, leaking helplessly, his release teetering right on the edge.

"G–gods, I’m... I can’t—"

Kyren’s hand snaked around his length again, stroking him in time with his thrusts. "Don’t hold back. Come for me, Elian. Paint these hedges with how good I make you feel."

The filth in his tone—possessive, demanding—was the final push.

Elian’s world shattered as he came hard, his body convulsing violently as ropes of hot release spilt across the leaves and stone. His cry broke into a sob, body clenching so tight around Kyren’s cock that it dragged a feral growl from the rogue king’s throat.

But Kyren didn’t stop.

If anything, the way Elian squeezed him only spurred him on, his thrusts rougher, faster and desperate. His growls deepened, reverberating against Elian’s skin until his fangs finally sank into the curve of his neck.

Elian gasped, the bond igniting like wildfire, pain and pleasure blurring until all he knew was Kyren. His scent, his strength, his ruthless possession.

He didn’t know how long had passed, but his legs were getting sore against the hedges, blurred by the ecstasy.

Kyren groaned into the bite, his hips snapping forward one last time before he spilt deep inside, his warmth filling Elian until it overflowed. His growl tapered into a shuddering sigh, his lips still latched to Elian’s skin as if branding him permanently.

For a long moment, they just stayed there... Elian pinned, trembling, dripping with sweat and seed; Kyren pressed against him, chest heaving, fangs buried in his mate’s neck.

[DING! Congratulations, fruitcake! You’ve officially joined the "screamed so loud the palace staff will gossip for weeks" club. No refunds.]

Elian groaned weakly, half-laughing, half-crying against the hedge. "You’re insufferable..."

But gods help him... he wanted more.

"Oh, am I?" Kyren muttered on his neck. "I’m not usually this... Quick, by the way. Heck, I’ve run orgies back in my palace that lasted the whole day. But you’re just so... delicious. My body can’t help itself."

Elian blinked, his heart skipping a beat.

Orgies?

[Sounds like paradise, eh?]

’Yeah, for a pervert like yourself.’

Just when Kyren worked his tongue on his neck, licking off the blood from his bite marks, a voice yelled out that made a shiver run down Elian’s spine.

"Elian?! Elian what’s going on?"

His heart plummeted to his stomach.

Axel!

[Yay! You have an audience now!]