The lightest brush of it once more, tickling. Tickling.
I sneezedhard.
The King of Shifters jerked his head to face me, his eyes widening in a fury, bellowing, “What the fuck did you just do?”
“Your hair!” I screamed frantically. “Your hair did it!”
“Oh my…fuck.” King Athon squeezed his eyes shut, his entire body trembling.
“No, no, no, no,” I sputtered.
King Athon’s head thrust back. The muscles chorded in his strong neck, and his jaw snapped shut. His tiger painted fingers curled into the comforter on either side of my head, and his hips shot forward—the wrong way—toward my own.
The first pump of his cock inside of me…
My body arched underneath him so far that I pressed up hard against his rock-solid body. I bit my lower lip to keep from screaming as molten waves crashed through me, traveling up and down, up and down, my quaking body. Bodily pleasure unlike any I have ever known dug its way into my mind, and then circled and circled and circled until no part of me knew anything but the cherished falls of repeated ecstasy. My body convulsed hard enough I should have broken a bone, and perhaps I had, but I didn’t feel it.
King Athon’s massive frame shook the bed so fiercely the headboard broke in a slanted, jagged line from the bottom to the top.
My eyes caught on his when his chest began to glow orange right over his heart, mine now shimmering red. The lights shot from our chest to the other’s chest, burrowing down into the other’s Fae-spark, stabbing down deep, uniting us as soul matesforever.
My arched body slammed back down on the bed, knocking the breath out of me. I blinked in a daze at the shifter king above me. I couldn’t focus. I could barely see. I couldn’t move my limp body. My last thought, when he fell right on top of me, was that he was Fae fucking heavy, and then the lights went out on this deadly day.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Confession of a princess:
I must have done something very wrong to someone once. They are surely using caster spells to make my life go from bad to worse. If that were true, I would apologize so my life might go back to normal.
That is just a dream, though.
My life will never be the same with a monster for a soul mate.
Or, the most horrifying thought yet…
If my soul mate is a monster, does that mean I am one, too?
I blinked open my sleepy eyes to muted sunlight. As slumber slowly trickled away from my body, I stared at the tiny motes of dust displayed and floating in the air from a sliver of direct light slipping through at a curtain’s edge. It was particularly beautiful like the dust had its own mind and merely wanted to dance in the sunshine when the realm was quiet.
A small smile curved my lips—until my bare foot brushed against the coarse hairs on a person’s leg. I snapped my head to the side and gazed in complete dismay, a strangled sound trapping in my throat at the King of Shifters sleeping peacefully next to me. The memory of last night rammed into my brain, and it was hard to breathe after that.
King Athon’s white hair was sprawled all over my comforter around his face. He was angled toward me as he slept on his stomach. His dark, muscled arms were crooked at the elbows, and his hands were resting up near his head, lying on top of some of his disheveled hair, his caster-spelled ring worn on his pinky still shiny even in the low lighting. His dusky pearl lips were parted slightly from the squished side of his rugged face pressed against my bed.
The darkness of his skin highlighted the muscles on his shoulders and near his shoulder blades. The bulk of his torso slimmed down at his tapered waist, only to slope back up at his bare buttocks, an indecent curve of masculinity. His thighs were just as muscular and powerful as his pants yesterday had alluded to, and his calves were rounded with strength. The bottoms of his dark feet were lightly pink in color and clean of dirt.
He was absolutely gruesome in size, practically a monster.
And those rounded ears? Revolting.
At least his eyes were closed. Those were rather creepy.
The thought that my…soul mate…turned into a tiger churned my stomach with loathing—and some fear. He wasn’t appealing in the slightest. What in the Fae fuck had happened? This was wrong on every level that I could even count. My life and his were now up for grabs as soon as the Fae realized what had happened.
I sneered in disgust and quietly slipped from my bed.
I found my underwear and bra on the floor and quickly put them on, along with an overlarge nightgown that hid almost every part of my frame. I rubbed over my heart and glanced back to the naked slumbering man on my bed. I could feel him in my chest. I could tell he was having sweet dreams, not a care in the realm right now. It was light, a quiet touch, but it was there.
It wasdefinitelythere inside my Fae-spark now.
