My sandals smacked against the stone with each stomping step I took, and my lungs started to heat within my chest. I was going to explode soon. My royal firepowerwouldbe making an appearance if I didn’t fix this issue with him.
With my nose scrunched in self-pity, I muttered quietly, “Will you please just use your hand?”
I hated begging. I was the elven heir. It was unseemly.
But here I was, begging my enemy to jack off.
How in the Fae fuck had I fallen so low?
King Athon scrubbed his hands over his face in irritation. “Ineedto fuck, Princess. My cock. A pussy. Together. I can’t say that any clearer.”
I pretty much hated the Fae at this moment in time.
I stopped in my tracks and pivoted to face him. I clenched my jaw, and loathing laced my tone, as I growled, “Have sex with me then.”
King Athon blinked gradually and crossed his arms over his chest. He didn’t speak, his mouth unmoving and pressed into a thin line of abhorrence. His solid black eyes scrutinized my facial features, slowly, one at a time, wondering if I was serious—or if I had completely cracked under pressure.
Maybe I had.
This situation we were in was making me lose all sense.
Eventually, he stated quietly, “Neither of us wants that.”
“I know.” I threw my hands up into the air. “But what would you do if I went home tonight and decided to bring a man to my bed? Because I will. I will be that petty to get revenge on you for doing this—and enjoy myself in the process. So how would you react if you knew I had another man’s cock thrusting into me, making me scream his name?”
It went quiet. So incredibly quiet.
For the first time, I saw blood shining from his eyes.
No longer were his eyes a solid black.No.His eyes turned crimson, blood that churned with his dangerous thoughts. Those blood eyes, his royal bloodpower, stared at me without blinking.
I cleared my throat and flicked a finger at his lethal gaze. I griped heatedly, “That is what I thought. The Fae screwed us. Not only did they jumble up a soul mating, they put two possessive, deadly fucks together.”
King Athon grunted. That was enough of an answer.
His eyes weren’t changing back, either.
I shook my head and shoved my power down, pushing my own eyes to return to normal. The flames eventually died out, and I marched around him and headed to his dratted bed. “Take a Fae damned shower. This is going to be bad enough as it is.”
Stupid challenge. Stupid shifter needs.
Stupid shifter bed! How tall was this thing?
I ended up jumping and grabbing ahold of the footboard for purchase and dragged myself on top of it. I huffed in irritation and brushed my hair out of my face, lying askew on his bed. I glared as the shifter king stomped across his bedchambers to his closet.
I complained, “If you get into fights often, and I have to do this more than once, you need to get a damned stool for this bed. This is ridiculous.”
“Shut up, elf.” He snarled, grabbed a shirt, and marched toward his bathroom. “Just get naked and keep your mouth shut.”
I squinted at the clothing item, not bothering to heed his words just yet. “What is the shirt for?”
“A towel!” He shook it sharply in the air, casting a death scowl in my direction. His coarse, shifter timbre vibrated the air around me. “A fucking bitch used all my clean ones today!”
My lips twitched. I was not at all sorry.
Once the shower started inside the bathroom, I began to strip out of my blood-caked clothing, grumbling the entire time. My sandals went over the edge of the bed first, more than happy to get rid of those as uncomfortable as they were. My shirt and skirt were stiff from the dried blood. Flakes of brown fell onto the shifter king’s comforter when I tossed those items in the same direction as my shoes. My bra and underwear were halfway clean—compared to my other clothes—so I threw them on the other side, prepared to wear them again since I hadn’t brought any more of those.
I growled quietly and peered out into the night.
