I clenched my fists at my sides and repeatedly blinked to clear my hazy vision, needing to focus. In my current state, I was weak—very,veryweak—and couldn’t make a sound argument.
The King of Shifters flicked the tip of my pointed ear—hard. “Do you understand what I’m saying, elf?”
I flinched at his cruel touch. I snarled. “Use your hand. I’m not finding you any bitch to sink your dick into.”
There. I was coming back to myself.Finally.
King Athon chuckled, arrogant as all Fairy, his fingers picking up a lock of my red hair and twirling it around and around his finger—more of a warning that he could snap my neck with a sharp tug. “I haven’t used my hand in hundreds of years. As I told you before, I’m attractive to my kind. Women fall to their knees, ready to suck my cock with nary a word spoken—crown or not.”
I warned softly, “If you fuck someone else…”
“You won’t touch my people, Princess. If you need to watch me fuck her from the shadows, if that will help that sickeningpossessivenessyou’re feeling right now, then so be it. This is going to happen, so you need to figure your Fae shit out.” He said that like this was the most normal conversation in the realm.
I sucked in a fortifying breath and turned around to face my dastardly soul mate head-on. I lifted my emerald, elven eyes, and narrowed my gaze. Through my clenched teeth, I stated, “This isnotgoing to happen. I won’t do it. Ask something else of me.”
The King of Shifters crossed his bulging arms over his chest. “I need to fuck, elf. I know you don’t understand my people, but itisgoing to happen. I had my body under control until you fucked it up. So now, you’re going to fix it.”
“This is a shifter thing?” I asked, mystified, taken aback.
“For shifters, it is worse than, say, any other damned kingdom’s people. You saw my tiger form tonight. I am ashifter.” He lifted his right hand off his enormous bicep and flicked it downward, tension spiraling inside my frame. “This is not going away until it gets release. And it is making me even more irritable. I. Need. To. Fuck.”
I cast my eyes down to his crotch. His cock was huge, painful-looking even. I shuddered in disgust, sickened by the sight.
My attention snapped back up to his dark gaze. I repeated grouchily, “Use your Fae damned hand! You aren’t fucking anyone else.”
King Athon glared full force, his teeth gnashing together—a bit of tiger fangs showing. “Surely you did not just say what I thought you did. You are not that stupid.”
I inhaled deeply through my nose, trying to calm myself. It only helped a little. “Your cock down there? That disgusting cock is mine. There will be no other person near it. Ever.”
His solid black eyes stared, unblinking.
My lips curled up at the edges, malicious and vicious. “The Fae truly screwed us, yes? You better start learning to use your hand again real fast, or you’ll be finding the charred remains of any person you let near what is mine. Understand that, Your Royal Highness? Am I blatantly clear in my meaning? Or do you need me to explain it a different way? I can do that, too, if you need.”
King Athonhissedat me.
I smirked.
Apparently, he needed me to expound on my intentions.
I grabbed his hard dick, clenching it tight when he jerked at my touch. He lowered his arms to his sides—his claws started to show at the tips of his fingers. I swallowed down my bile, holding tight to his nauseatingly hard dick, and stated very plainly, “This? Mine. It is that simple. No one touches it but you and me. I will burn anyone else who does, down to ash.” I let a smidge of my power sizzle in the palm of my hand, heating his hardened member for emphasis.
King Athon flashed his tiger fangs and knocked my hand away from his anatomy, not backing down. “My cock will be inside a shifter tonight, Princess. You need to come to terms with thatandunderstand I will not allow you to harm my people.”
“You’re not fucking anyone else!” I shouted, flashing my own fangs. Gone was any decorum. I’d genuinely lost my Fae shit. “I will kill them!”
His wicked smile was ruthless, his words just as unkind. “I do have a dungeon. King Traevon may miss you, though.”
I turned and started pacing his small balcony back and forth in front of him…like a caged tiger—ironic that. I held his solid black gaze the entire time, my eyes starting to burn. Fire flicked in my eye sockets, turning my elven eyes into red flames. I was madder than I had ever been in my life.
I kept marching back and forth and sharply jabbed a finger at him. “I am pissed off right now.Youare pissing me off.”
His gaze stayed locked on mine, tilting his head just so, as he scrutinized my flaming eyes. He taunted, “I can see that. Though I believe ‘explosive’ would be the correct adjective for your current mood.”
“I hate you!” I bellowed, leaning forward in my fury.
King Athon chuckled under his breath. “Temper, temper. No wonder you were born the elven heir. Your temper burns just as bright as the royal firepower you possess.”
“Fuck you, shifter,” I grumbled under my breath.
