Dearly Despised (Calluvia’s Royalty #5) Read Online Alessandra Hazard

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, M-M Romance, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Calluvia's Royalty Series by Alessandra Hazard
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Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
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Doctor Jihan frowned. “Of course, Your Highness. I’m offended you even need to say that. My lips are sealed.”

Samir wandered out of the medical wing, his thoughts already beginning to cloud.

By the time he found Warrehn, he could barely think.

Warrehn glared at him from behind his desk. “Get out,” he ground out, his jaw clenched so hard it looked painful.

Licking his dry lips, Samir closed the door and leaned against it. He watched Warrehn watch his every move, blue eyes dark with hunger and hatred, his sun-bronzed face hard as stone.

“I don’t want to be here, either,” Samir said, his hand gripping the door handle behind him.

“I know you did it,” Warrehn said, getting to his feet.

“Did what?” Samir said distractedly, watching Warrehn approach and unable to look away from his powerful muscles and thick thighs. The thick bulge between them. Fuck, he wanted it. He needed it. He needed to be filled again. To be ploughed hard.

“You’re the one behind this. You and your snake of a mother.” Warrehn grabbed Samir’s shoulder and shoved him around to face the door before yanking Samir’s pants down.

“Fuck you,” Samir said, arching his back and exposing his ass to Warrehn’s eyes. Come on, come on, come on. “You think I want this?”

“I don’t pretend to understand your twisted mind,” Warrehn said, his slick cockhead bumping against Samir’s sensitive hole.

Samir bit his lip hard to stop himself from whining needily. Although the doctor had used the dermal regenerator and a muscle relaxant on him, he was still a little sensitive down there. He didn’t care. He wanted to be fucked. He wanted to be bred, pumped full of seed.

“Just get on with it,” he gritted out, clinging to his sanity with the last remnants of his self-control. “Hope it works this time and we never have to do this again.”

“Same,” Warrehn grunted before sinking his teeth into Samir’s nape and thrusting into him.

And just like that, all his thoughts were gone. There was only the cock in him, deliciously thick and long, ploughing him, owning him, breeding him. Samir couldn’t live without it. Didn’t want to live without it. It felt like he existed to take that cock and nothing else mattered.

By the time the breeder spilled into him, Samir was nearly-sobbing. The sensation of another man’s come filling his hole was enough to push him over the edge. He came, moaning loudly, his body shaking with the aftershocks of pleasure as his hole clenched greedily around the cock in him. It felt glorious.

Then, the fog in his mind cleared. And all he felt was disgust with himself. He shoved Warrehn off him, yanked his pants up, and all but ran out of the room, unable to look at the other man.

He strode toward his rooms, Warrehn’s come trickling down his leg with every step he took.

Don’t think about it.

The sound of approaching high heels made him cringe and quicken his steps. He just wanted to get to his room and take a dozen showers. And hopefully forget that the whole thing had happened—twice.

“Samir!”

He came to a halt, very reluctantly, allowing his mother to catch up, even though she was about the last person he wanted to see now.

“Was that you?” he said, without looking at her. “It was you, wasn’t it?”

He felt Dalatteya’s gaze sweep over him from head to toe, no doubt taking in his rumpled clothes. He wondered if he looked as fucked out as he felt.

“It was a mistake,” she said quietly, taking his arm and steering him toward his rooms. “Forgive me, my darling. My orders weren’t carried out precisely.”

Samir snorted. A mistake. Right. His mother never made mistakes. “What happened to not allowing Emyr’s son to lay a finger on me?”

Dalatteya grimaced. “As I said, it was a mistake. A very unfortunate mistake. I didn’t plan for this—please believe me. I’m truly sorry.” Her lips folded into a thin line as she looked straight ahead. Her voice was very strained when she said, “Are you… all right?”

He was about to scoff, but then he paused. The situation probably brought back bad memories for her. She was a victim of sexual harassment and coercion. It was extremely unlikely that she had planned for Samir to go through a similar ordeal. It seemed it really was an honest mistake, however unlikely it might have seemed.

“I’m fine,” he said shortly, hopefully in a tone that made it clear that he had no intention of discussing the matter with his mother.

She laughed, the sound devoid of any humor. “Of course you’re not fine,” she said sharply. “After you had to put up with—with—”

“I don’t want to talk about it, Mother. Please at least allow me to keep some of my dignity. I did what I had to. It’s not like I had any choice. Hopefully that was the end of it.”


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