Chapter 7 - Hybrid

[Morana]

I don't think we are close enough for him to joke around. Mates? My uncle told me that I couldn't have one. He didn't go into details about it.

Mates were from the same species, right? That is how it usually is. So how come I was an exception? He was an elf. I was a hybrid.

Wait.

Could my mother be a fae? But weren't demons and faes on bad terms? What does this mean? I didn't even feel anything for him that they said mates were supposed to feel.

"Are you done, short-circuiting?" How dare he?

"How do you know you are my mate?" Kill me; I was curious as to how he was my mate. I didn't feel anything for him.

"Don't you feel it?" Feel what? I didn't feel the way others felt. There was a hollow feeling inside unless I killed a lot of humans. I liked this feeling, so I only ate them to reign in my bloodlust. I didn't want to kill Wes and Maria by accident.

"Hate to shit in your blood box prince. I can't feel anything. Besides, feelings aren't necessary. Don't they hurt?" From what I have observed so far, feelings are a bitch.

Watching Serena cry over her boyfriends or a fight with her parents didn't make me eager to feel anything. It made me glad to be so special. The only downside was the burning hunger and bloodlust that came with the hollowness.

The prince released my jaw, and he looked confused at my statement. "You can't feel? Even the Arctic goddesses feel something, what makes you special? Right. What are you? You don't smell like anything."

I stroke my chin in thought. "I know I am partly demon, I suspect I am part fa-" A hand comes to my mouth, but I avoid it. I hiss at the surprise movement. "Hey, watch the hands, prince!"

He turns to the six guards in the room and coldly orders them. "Leave us! I know what Norman is going to say, but she is my mate."

They reluctantly leave, and I pout at the loss of my appetizers. I weakly reach out to them then draw my hand back to my chest. If I cried, this would be it. Them leaving would be what did me in.

Another time, we will meet again.

"Now, what were you saying? Was it partly Fae?" I look into his eyes. I have to say he is the prettiest thing I have ever seen!

I nod slowly; then, my eyes drift to his lips. How would they taste? Like the sweet nectar of souls?

"...Lips."

"Focus! If you are part Fae, then that explains why we are mates. But you said you are partly demon as well. How is that possible?"

I was not hearing what he was saying after that. I just watched his lips move. That settles it; I have to taste them. It was my civil duty to lick and eat them.

I gulp, feeling hunger like never before. Prince was the most delicious thing ever.

"Prince..."

"My name is Eldrich." whatever he said became noise in the background again. He was close enough to touch. I reached out my hands to his and pull him to me.

Without holding back, I reach for his face and plant my lips on his.

Sweet.

I never knew just touch them was so satisfying.

[Eldrich]

This Nymph.

I should have noticed she had no interest in what I was saying. I couldn't complain about it too much. This kiss was everything my mother said it would be.

She was inexperienced, but she tasted so good. I deepened the kiss while circling my hands around her waist. I then lift her to me, and her legs go around my waist.

So good.

I hear her moan, and as if in a cartoon, my dick stands to a point almost immediately. I let us fall on the bed as we kiss. My hands roam her body and goosebumps rise on her skin as well.

I caress her thighs and then move back up to her breasts, which fit in my hands perfectly. I have never been this aroused and stimulated, and before I know it, I am bursting at the seams.

Did I just? Come?

I stop kissing her and quickly get off the bed. Embarrassment hit me, and I try not to look at her.

"Don't stop. That was so good. Let's keep doing that. It was better than eating." How did I tell her that like a newborn fledgling, I came from a kiss? "What's that smell.

She follows me and jumps off the bed, sniffing the air around me.

Crap!

"Forget that smell. I need to go shower now." Before I move, she rushes forward and grips my hips.

"It smells so good. It's coming from here." Shit! I try not to come again as she slides to her knees, her innocence evident in how she was taking in the scent of my arousal.

"Get up. I need to shower, let the guards escort you out."

"No! I want to do that again. I now see why uncle and Maria always do that." Her eagerness almost made me come undone for the nth time.

"Later. For now, go." Her fangs extend, and her brows furrow, but she doesn't say anything.

"I will come back." Faster than my eye can catch, she leaves the room. When I can no longer feel her near here, I relax.

"Fool. How can you get off that fast." I ruffle my hair, then snap my fingers, and my clothing folded itself in the laundry bin. The stickiness on my thighs remind me of my poor control, and I shake my head.

I'm glad she didn't seem to know how weak I was at that moment.

We didn't even finish talking about her origins. She was partly Fae and Demon. That was something new and dangerous. Hybrids are a taboo because of the untapped and often uncontrollable power they inherited at birth.

Not only that, but most of them were also without feeling. That meant hybrids held no loyalties with any races. They didn't have a blood bond strong enough for any of the supernatural races.

The reason was that they had two different blood running through their veins. There aren't many hybrids, but the ones left alive were either handicapped or born weaker due to the strange mutations.

For my mate to not turn out that way meant one thing. She had royal blood flowing through her. But, did this mean Hades was her father? If so, who the hell was her mother?