It didnotmake sense.
My entire Fae damned soul mate’s body waspetite.
Her breasts were pert, I supposed, where her mother’s were heavy. I could admit Princess Trixie’s rounded nicely, too—for their size. Given, they were at least a handful.
They still weren’t up to my shifter standards, though.
I glowered in frustration.Focus.
They did bounce to perfection when I shoved my cock deep inside her tight as Fairy cunt, her dark pink nipples a temptation to feast on. I tilted my head when arousal stirred low in my groin as the visual assaulted my mind, wonder at my response, coloring me shocked. This…this was progress.
I hummed at the sensual memory, and turned my attention to Minnie’s features—and stopped on a cringe at her ears. Holy Fae. My unexpected encouragement was murdered with one heinous feature.
My eyes swung to King Traevon’s pointed ears.
I sighed in relief.Thank the Fae his heir had his ears.
The points of Minnie’s were far too long. I couldn’t stand my soul mate’s ears as it was, but with her mother’s? I gagged in the back of my throat and shook my head slightly. That would take too much grit to love on those, a primal pleasure point for an elf. Princess Trixie would most assuredly be left wanting.
I averted my regard to my wearisome soul mate’s face, my gaze roaming each of her features—in no hurry, taking my time. My eyebrows lifted a smidgeon, her face not wholly unpleasing if viewed with fresh eyes. Fuck, that was too much to process right now, my thoughts jumbled in confusion. She was an elf. Shelookedlike a fucking elf. But her lips held my attention the longest, plump, red, and pouty…and slowly forming a very thin line of exasperation.
My dark gaze snapped up to hers.
Her emerald, elven gaze stared pointedly into mine.
I blinked out of my own jumbled contemplations, noticing a large gap between Queen Mikko and me, the line having moved quite a bit while I had been studying. I instantly wore a peacefully absentminded guise, thankful the King of Elves and his soul mate were completely busy with their guests. I casually pulled up to my suitable place in line, only a few more in front of me before I could be relieved and had to…mingle.Even worse.
I mulled over my findings, briefly glancing at my absurd soul mate, catching her peeking in my direction every so often, a slight pucker between her eyebrows now—clearly, I had been caught scrutinizing her body, and her brain was trying to understand the ‘why.’
It’s called age and experience, elf.
The beast rules his life well—time to catch up.
Queen Mikko eventually stepped aside, heading into the crowd, as the other rulers had already done.
“King Athon Alistair, King of Shifters,” the herald announced—as if everyone didn’t already know who the fuck I was.
I stepped forward in front of the dais and lowered my head respectfully. I straightened to my full height, my eyes on the elf king. “King Traevon, Minnie. Congratulations on your five hundredth soul-mated anniversary. You are truly blessed.”
“Thank you, King Athon. We are very fortunate to have found one another,” King Traevon spoke conversationally. A small smirk curved the edges of his lips—and I knew what was coming immediately. “And happy birthday to you.”
Princess Trixie’s hands clasped in her lap, her blink slow.
She hadn’t known.
The bastard never forgot my birthday, no matter how much I wished he would. I merely stared hard into his eyes, not showing my annoyance—and anger. I fucking hated my birthday. It was an unspoken rule in my kingdom that it was never to be celebrated. I didn’t need my people spending obnoxious amounts of coin on me simply because I was born like everyone else.
Bishop cleared his throat when the silence lasted too long for civility’s sake, and stepped beside me, handing me their gift.
“Thank you, Bishop.” I strode forward and handed the gift to the waiting servant, who then ran up the two stairs to her king’s chair. She bowed low as she handed it over to him. I stated clearly—regally, “A merry gift for a merry couple.”
King Traevon smiled as he ripped through the red wrapping paper, apparently genuinely enjoying gifts as a child would. “I wonder what this could be…” His words trailed off as the tome became fully visible, his attention wholly caught on the words imbedded in the leather.
I froze in place. My eyes widened on my face in horror.
That book was brown.
Shit…
