I sniffed. I would never cry—not outwardly, anyway.
“Get on your hands and knees.” He pointed to the side. “In the middle of the bed.”
My features wrinkled in disgust. “That is not proper.”
I wasn’t going to fuck like barn animals…Oh my Fae.
My eyes closed in awareness—submission. Tiger shifter.
I shuddered hard, a shiver wracking my bones.
The King of Shifters chuckled softly. “Proper is not how I fuck. I think you understand that, elf. Hands and knees. Now.”
I clenched my jaw and opened my eyes, scowling fiercely. “What about howIhave sex?”
He grunted and smirked, complete with arrogant confidence. “I assure you. I know how to have sex and make it most enjoyable for both parties, as you well know.”
“Not for an elf you don’t,” I grumbled. I walked on my knees to the middle of the bed, swinging my arms in frustration. I glared over my shoulder. “I say this in all seriousness, despite what I said earlier. You should pick up a book on how to pleasure elves. You’re missing a few vital facts about our anatomy and psychology.”
King Athon’s eyebrows instantly lowered over his solid black, penetrating stare. He rumbled incredulously, “You’re jesting. I know you enjoyed our coupling last time.”
I snorted under my breath. “While I did enjoy the actual act, it could have been better had you known the way of elves.”
He blinked once, and then he ordered harshly, “Explain.”
The King of Shifters did not like to be lacking. But…
I shook my head in a sad acceptance of what was. “You cannot handle it right now, shifter. You’ve shown that already. Buy a book. Learn. Then we will see.”
King Athon ground his teeth together. “I am a great lover. No one has ever complained before.”
“I’m sure you are excellent for a shifter,” I muttered, placing my hands on the bed. I stared down at his mattress and puckered my eyebrows,extremelyuncomfortable baring my ass like this to his gaze. “Speaking of differences, you may need to tell me what to do here. I’m a fast learner, but this is outside my comfort zone. I don’t know what I am doing.” I looked back over my shoulder for assistance.
He grunted roughly. The King of Shifters was pissed, not paying attention to me, his gaze off to the side in dark thought. I had bruised his delicate—huge—ego.
That could not be helped. He would need to get over it.
I shook my head, not partial to this position at all. I shoved up to my knees again, objecting, “I do not like this. We should do something different. There must be another position that you enjoy. This cannot be pleasurable for your partner.”
“Your Fae damned ears…” His words were very slow, his face still averted and his head cocked, thinking and talking aloud, ignoring me completely. “That must be the anatomy. But what of the psychology? I am missing something.”
Intelligent he was.
I snapped my fingers up in front of his face. “Hello, Your Royal Highness. Naked elf here in distress. Will you focus on the task at hand? Mayhap like fucking me so I can leave this horrible kingdom?”
He reached out one hand and knocked my shoulder, his attention still elsewhere but shoving me down onto my back hard. King Athon griped brusquely, “Shut up, Princess, and give me a moment.”
I huffed in aggravation and swiped my hair off my face that had landed there, vastly annoyed with the rough treatment—when I was here helping him with his shifter needs.
I bared my fangs. “Forneedingto have sex, you are taking an awfully long time to accomplish it. Are you having performance problems?”
His regard jerked in my direction, a scowl on his features now, but solid black eyes caught on my mouth. The King of Shifters stared for an overlong moment, and he mumbled to himself, “The fangs.” The shifter king nodded slowly, realization hitting, as his brows shot high on his forehead—the correct conclusion. “You bit me last time and made me bleed. You drank my blood, a sign of trust I didn’t allow and stopped. That is the psychology.”
My eyes narrowed on his. “You should still study the intimacies of elves. You will learn much and not have to guess.”
His lush lips curved into a smirk of self-confidence, his muscled body abominably large and powerful above me. “It did not take me long to guess correctly. I think I’ll be just fine if I can disregard the hideous fact that I’m fucking an elf willingly.”
I glowered at his too arrogant smile. “I am tired and cranky. Can we hurry this up? The Fae shit coming out of your mouth is putting me to sleep.”
