The Sweet Alpha Crown Prince Loves Me So Much Chapter 148

Chapter 148

Whatever happened with Belfry and Leia was now truly their own affair, so Carl and Adrian enjoyed their respite with a much lighter heart.

A fairly large boat was floated on the surging blue sea. Adrian, standing on the deck, held onto the swaying Carl firmly.

“No way! There are dolphins. Are those real?”

As Carl Lindbergh raised his voice in disbelief, a pod of six or seven dolphins, as if they had heard him, approached the boat they were on.

Then, as if to say, ‘Welcome, first time in the Eugenie Strait?’ they all leaped above the sea surface as if telling them to watch to their heart’s content.

Their smooth bodies reflected the sunlight, and their fins scattered water droplets as if waving hello.

“There’s a baby dolphin too! It’s so cute!”

Carl, thoroughly excited, jumped up and down, and Adrian, planting kisses all over his nape, muttered that he was the cuter one.

Adrian’s lower abdomen had been tense for a while now, ever since Carl had told him it was his first time on a boat and his first time traveling with a lover.

The anxiety that he might not be able to monopolize all of him, since he was a person who had lived twenty-seven years in a world Adrian didn’t know, vanished in an instant.

Only after the dolphins, who had been playing excitedly for a while, moved far away did Carl sit down on a soft seat and lean against Adrian.

“Aah, the wind is nice. The sky is pretty, and the sea is even more beautiful.”

He closed his eyes gently, repeatedly saying how good he felt.

Adrian traced his earlobe with his lips. At the same time, he didn’t forget to slyly slip his fingers inside his sleeve and caress the inside of his wrist.

Who’s more beautiful?

The surrounding scenery didn’t enter Adrian’s eyes at all.

It was all blurry, as if it were nothing more than a device to adorn Carl Lindbergh.

To him, only Carl Lindbergh was clear.

“Ah, is that a flying fish?”

Just then, Carl, his eyes snapping open, showed interest in a fish that momentarily leaped above the water’s surface.

“I don’t know.”

Adrian licked his lips with a hazy gaze.

He was so focused on what excuse he could use to unbutton Carl Lindbergh’s shirt that he didn’t even want to know what a flying fish was or for what reason it was flying.

Mwah, mwah.

Adrian, who had been smacking his lips, grabbed Carl’s nape and sucked on the collarbone revealed above his rather loose shirt.

“Aah…”

When Adrian, who had been busy groping him for a while now, set his teeth, Carl let out an involuntary moan.

“Mmm. W-Wait a minute.”

“Why, you don’t like it?”

The hem of his shirt, which had been neatly tucked in below his waist, had come out at some point. Adrian, with his quick hands, ruthlessly burrowed under it and fondled his perky chest.

“Nngh!”

Adrian, who wanted to steal even Carl’s every breath, quickly swallowed his moan.

Carl, who was suddenly terrified by the overwhelming presence of Adrian on top of him, pushed his shoulders desperately.

The seat was behind the helm, so it wasn’t as if anyone was watching, but the sun was high in the sky, and most importantly, his body ached from having been tormented last night and the night before.

“Adrian.”

“Yes, Carl.”

Adrian, who answered perfunctorily, pressed down on Carl with his whole body.

When he placed a hand on the back of Adrian’s neck, it was hot with fever.

“Ah, no way.”

Carl Lindbergh, who could sense his pheromone state before anyone else, squeezed his eyes shut.

He’s in rut.

He had expected it to be around this time, but he never thought it would happen like this on a boat.

The scent of the forest suddenly spread across the seaside, where everything was a sea of blue.

“Aah, Carl Lindbergh. Look at me. Hm? Look at me. Look only at me. My one and only mate.”

At his sticky voice, Carl’s body began to heat up as well.

“Adrian, here. Look here.”

“Yes, Carl.”

Does Adrian even know what he’s saying?

At the hand that touched his cheeks, Adrian set his teeth.

Chomp.

“Ow!”

“Naughty. Why do you keep looking away?”

The unexpectedly bitten finger throbbed, but the pain soon subsided as Adrian licked it tenderly, acting like a child.

Thump, thump.

The sound of a heartbeat, whose he didn’t know, rang in his ears.

“Is anyone there?”

He had to be calm. An Adrian who had lost his reason always wanted to devour Carl Lindbergh.

The pheromones of an imprinted Omega might only affect their Alpha mate, but the pheromones of a strong Alpha like Adrian were not so.

Besides, animals were more sensitive, so it was dangerous to keep the boat afloat.

The flying fish had probably leaped because of that.

“Yes, Your Highness. Ah!”

“I think Adrian’s rut is starting. Sail at full speed and dock, then dismiss everyone.”

At Carl Lindbergh’s shout, a servant who had come running in a hurry blushed at the sight of the entangled two, then, flustered by the prince’s words, ran to the helm.

The boat moved towards the shore at full speed, just as he wished.

Carl, who was already naked under Adrian, hugged him tightly with both arms.

He wasn’t yet used to controlling his pheromones, but until the boat reached the shore, he couldn’t give Adrian a single whiff of his scent.

‘If I do, he’ll really go crazy.’

“You don’t want to? Hm? Carl. I want to. I want to go inside you. I feel like I’m going to die.”

Adrian’s forehead, pressed against his bare skin, was like a ball of fire.

Adrian pressed his face into Carl Lindbergh’s chest and looked up at him with moist eyes.

This was the third time he had experienced Adrian’s rut.

The first time, he had been so focused on imprinting that he didn’t realize it, but Adrian was very clingy during his rut.

He would be desperate to smell Carl, and even when he was in his arms, he would throw a tantrum, demanding Carl Lindbergh.

Once he gave in, he would become a mad dog, so Carl desperately shook his head and soothed him.

“You can’t die. Let’s just bear it a little longer, okay? Hm?”

“No.”

CHOMP!

“Aah!”

Adrian, acting like a child, bit down hard on one of Carl’s thighs.

It was so painful and thrilling it made his knees weak.

As if a little dejected by Carl’s scream, Adrian rubbed the spot he had bitten with his lips.

“I’ve, I’ve been patient. I’ve been patient until now.”

Since when were you patient?

Ah, no, that’s not it.

In his own way, he had been patient.

He had understood and endured for Carl Lindbergh, who was busy studying and had many things to interfere with.

At the sensation of Adrian setting his teeth on the inside of his thigh again, Carl tensed his leg.

Thankfully, this time it was at a cute, nibbling level.

Carl tilted his head back, panting, then ran his fingers through Adrian’s hair, stroking it gently.

“Just wait a little; I’ll give you everything.”

When he soothed Adrian with a ‘you trust your big brother, right?’ tone, he quickly lifted his head.

“When?”

“Well…”

Carl glanced around.

The boat had stopped. It seemed they were unloading things, as the lower deck was noisy.

Even during his rut, Adrian would come to his senses for a short while every three or four hours.

If he just held on here for a little longer, he would be able to take him inside the castle before sunset.

Adrian repeated, “When, when,” and held his face with his fingertips.

He seemed to hate the sight of Carl looking around even in that state.

A servant came up.

He gave Carl a nod.

“Adrian.”

Carl’s eyes narrowed into slits. He lifted his upper body and pressed his lips against Adrian’s.

A rumbling sound came from Adrian’s throat.

While they were kissing so intensely that their noses and teeth collided, the experienced servant quickly drew a canopy around the space where they were lying.

Swoosh.

Even at the sound of the fabric falling, Adrian was too busy devouring Carl’s lips to notice.

Covering his ears with both hands, Carl also slowly entrusted his body to the pleasure Adrian was giving him and released his pheromones.

“Haa.”

Adrian pulled his lips away and took a deep breath.

At the instantaneous change in the color of his eyes, Carl’s lower jaw trembled.

It was sad to have to fear one’s mate, but it was a physiological fear that couldn’t be helped.

Looking at the sharp tip of Adrian’s canine, Carl, with a trembling hand, undid the buttons of his shirt.

“Are you scared of me?” Adrian asked.

“No.”

Adrian, who had looked like he was about to pounce at any moment, suddenly made a sad face and let his arms hang limp.

As his massive upper body was revealed, Carl swallowed hard.

When he took off Adrian’s shirt and placed a hand on the belt made of leather and flexible wood, Adrian raised an eyebrow and grabbed Carl’s hand.

“Liar.”

“It’s not a lie, it’s true.”

Carl stroked Adrian’s cheek with his free hand.

Why does this dark man who wants to eat me up look so cute? If he was seeing him through rose-colored glasses, he was seeing him through very thick ones.

What word should I use to express that I’m scared but I don’t hate it?

“Don’t be scared of me.”

“I said I’m not scared.”

“Don’t hate me. Even if I do terrible things to you, don’t hate me.”

At those words, which were like a declaration that he would do terrible things in the end, Carl finally let out a chuckle.

Carl, who climbed onto the thighs of Adrian, who was grimacing as if he were about to cry, despite his proud lower body, hugged Adrian’s shoulders.

“I’m a proper man too. I don’t break that easily, you know? Even if you do terrible things, will the day ever come when I hate you?”

Adrian gripped the waist of Carl, who whispered softly.

His palm was damp.

Pressing his whole body against the hot skin of Adrian, who had endured until his jaw bulged, Carl whispered that he loved him.

Only then did Adrian’s expression relax.

A strong handprint was left on Carl’s waist.

Adrian opened his lips to receive Carl’s, and soon after, Carl, who had lost all control, flailed like a paper doll and moaned.

If he opened his eyes, Adrian would rush at him as if to lick his eyeballs, so Carl kept his eyes tightly shut.

Splash, splash.

The sound of the waves crashing against the sandy beach and making bubbly noises, a sound so raw that it was impossible to distinguish whether it was the sound of nature or the sound they were making themselves, was the only noise that floated in that space.

Adrian didn’t ask if he was okay.

Carl didn’t answer that he was okay either.

The only thing he could do was to cry and scream his lungs out, clinging to Adrian. Covered in his pheromones, without knowing how time passed, until the sun began to set.

By then, Carl Lindbergh’s mind was also a mess.

Morals and shame had also evaporated.

Carl dug his nails into the small of his back.

His lips, swollen from the fierce kisses, whispered that he loved him into Adrian’s ear, acting as his sedative.

“I love you too, Carl Lindbergh.”

Adrian’s blackened reason muttered for him to stay by his side forever.

Carl, who somehow heard that, smiled faintly.

Adrian always reacted instantly to his emotions.

Even in the moment of losing his reason, the fact that he would immediately back off as soon as he thought Carl was scared was Adrian’s kindness, and also his love.

That was why Carl Lindbergh could never hate Adrian.