My frenzied shouts rent the air, taking everything he gave.
His deep groans of lust mixed with mine.
The high of ecstasy hovered. Dangling right there…
I flewhardinto the warmth, nearly fainting with it.
King Athon’s heavy body landed solidly on top of mine as he found his own release, the two of us shuddering in pleasure against one another. Sweat slicked our bodies, and our chests heaved for oxygen. His fingers untangled from my hair, and he rolled to the side, dropping onto his back beside me, his hands tossed above his head.
I groaned, worn out. He fuckedforever.
I turned away from his body, barely able to rise to my hands and knees. I crawled with weak, sated limbs toward the edge of the bed where I’d tossed my bra and underwear.
King Athon’s heated palm snagged my right ankle, not releasing it when I tugged. “Where in the Fae fuck do you think you are going?”
“Home.” I moaned, tired as Fairy. I pulled at my leg.
The King of Shifters chuckled mercilessly. “You think one time was enough? I think not.”
“You must be making fun right now.” I rolled my eyes.
He chuckled deep in his throat, forbiddingly.
I squealed, grabbing the comforter in tight fists as he yanked me back in his direction—the corner of the comforter coming with me. The King of Shifters flipped me to my back and pounced right on top of me…his cock hard once more. My wide eyes shot up to his gaze, and I gasped in shock. “Oh my Fae.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Confession of a princess:
I adore shiny objects. I can admit that to myself, to my own vanity. I love my expensive jewels, my father’s simply designed crown, and my crystal figurines in my bedchambers from the Merfolk Kingdom.
I’ve always loved sparkles.
Until now.
Now, I am most definitely pickier.
Not all things that sparkle are beautiful.
ISMACKED ATmy nose, an annoying tickle breaking my deep sleep. My arm flopped back to the bed, and my brain relaxed once more. I snuggled down under my blanket, falling into the sweet, peaceful paradise of slumber.
Tickle. Tickle. Brush.
I groaned in annoyance and peeled my eyes open to expose the bright light. I crossed my squinted eyes to look at my nose, an odd white flutter there. I stared with a tired gaze, confusion wrinkling my brow.
Tiny, elegant wings beat the air above my nose.
I shoved my head back against the bed to see better.
A white butterfly hovered above my face.
I smiled in my drowsy state. “Aren’t you beautiful.”
The butterfly’s wings fluttered. Then it flew away.
I yawned and placed my fist in front of my mouth, the sleep fog gradually drawing away from my mind. I stared up at the ceiling as I stretched. I froze in place, narrowing my eyes above me.
That wasnotmy ceiling. But I knew this ceiling well.
