Everything is perfectly respectable here! There is no need to check on me. I couldn’t be better. I thought I should inform you so you wouldn’t waste your all-powerful time on a trip to see me.
Your eternally devoted child, who never breaks your laws.
Princess Trixie Towers
I paced the private confines of my bedchamber. Back and forth.
I was lost in my own frantic, troubled thoughts.
Iloathedthe bloody urge. If I could burn it away, I would.
I opened my mouth and tossed another pill in, swallowing it down without any water. I examined the pill bottle and turned it around slowly, attempting to see if there were any hidden words on the brown glass that I hadn’t noticed. I’d bought it while living in Sugar Cove from a reputable merchant. These pills had worked before, dulling the edges of the urge. But I had already taken ten since leaving High Pointe. Nothing was diminishing in my body or my mind, and the desire was only getting worse as the sun set.
I squinted at the label.
It looked the same as the last ten times I had read it.
“DON’T LET THE URGE TAKE CONTROL. ONE PILL IS ALL IT TAKES. RELIEF IS ON THE WAY!”
Bloody Fae bullshit.
I opened my mouth and tilted the bottle back, pouring the remaining pills onto my waiting tongue. My nose scrunched in revulsion as I chomped and gnawed at the small, yellow tablets. They tasted like sour paste, not at all appetizing. I grabbed the wine bottle off my nightstand and drank a heady gulp, swishing it around in my mouth for maximum benefit and capturing the pills’ remaining residue to send it into my stomach.
I was hot as bloody Fairy, too.
I couldn’t remove any more clothing, or I’d be traipsing around my castle naked. All I wore were my undergarments, but even the chilled twilight air was burning my skin. I stared at my wine bottle, and then shrugged a shoulder and guzzled the booze down in hopes it would help. I tossed the empty bottle aside and stared at my bag on the floor, all packed and ready for the Blood Forest.
I picked up a notebook and began fanning my face with it while I tried to review everything I needed to have packed. I ticked off the list in my head, albeit, a little fuzzily due to my tipsy state and sex fogged brain. After twenty minutes of hard addled thinking, I was one hundred percent positive I had everything packed where they needed to be. I was as organized as I could be…
Desire jumped from my groin up to my head.
I dropped to my knees on the black plush carpet of my bedchamber, the notebook falling from my limp fingers. I’d spent far too much time down here tonight, knocked to my knees in excruciating need. I don’t even think if I had sex with the illegal shifter right now that it would be pleasurable.
I simplyhurt.
“You fucking bitch,” King Athon snarled behind me. “I want you ripped to shreds.”
Iscreamed.
I spun on my knees too fast and fell into a heap on my side, my arms and legs sprawled askew. I screamed again when I saw that the shifter king was inmykingdom—in my own fucking castle.
King Athon hissed, “Shut the Fairy fuck up before someone hears you. Unless you’d like me to takeall my fucking rageout on your damned servants? I promise you, Princess, I wouldloveto maul an elf right now.”
I sputtered, “W-what in the Fae fuck are you doing here?”
King Athon leaned heavily against my doorframe, using his left hand to grip the wooden frame tight, barely holding himself upright. “What in the realm do you think I’m doing here? Do you think the urge is going to disappear miraculously? After it hasn’t released usall day long? Are you able to function? I’d hazard to say no because you’re on the Fae damned floor right now!”
Another shock wave of lust slammed into my gut, and I curled in on myself, groaning in discomfort. I panted, “I still don’t understand.”
King Athon swayed where he stood, even using the doorframe for support. He choked out his words, “It’s simple, really. I can’t kill you because you may be needed to save our realm, so I’m here to fuck your disgusting elven cunt so that this Fae torture will end.”
I gasped for air and wrapped my arms around my stomach. “It’s a death sentence.”
“I would prefer sweet death over this. I’ll take the risk.”
The shifter king released the doorframe and fell to his knees. He slowly crawled toward me, a predator hunting his prey. His long, white hair draped over his shoulders, almost touching the black carpet. His lush, dusky pearl lips were already plump, begging to be kissed, and stark against his warm russet skin tone. Those solid black eyes focused on mine with a carnal intensity that was pure wild animal.
King Athon grabbed onto my bare ankles and yanked, pulling me roughly beneath him. My long red hair dragged behind me, catching on the fibers of the carpet, and my legs instantly spread and wrapped around his waist, inviting him in. The tiger inside of him quietly growled as he peered down at my tiny body beneath his massive frame.
