His solid black gaze left my lips to meet my emerald eyes. He stated gruffly, “I spoke freely, of my own mind. I don’t often speak gently, but I’m more than capable of doing so.” King Athon tipped his head, his shifter gaze narrowing. “If you’re planning to make fun right now, I would not appreciate it, elf.”
I shook my head inside his tightening hold. “It is only that Grandmother Isabella used to say that to me.” My forehead wrinkled sharply. “Actually, she would always wink at me afterward, too.”
The King of Shifters stared, his words slow and quiet. “She knew this would happen to us.”
I sighed and nodded. “It would seem so.”
King Athon grunted, his attention returning to my mouth. “Are you done walking down memory lane? I’d like to get on with sticking my cock in your pussy.”
My chin trembled in humor. “I believe your gentle words have fled King Traevon’s castle. I wonder if I will ever hear them again, or if it was simply a fluke that you strung a poetic sentence together?Hmm.I am betting on the latter.”
“I said no mocking, Princess.”
“Oops.”
The King of Shifterssnarled.
My cheeks flushed as a memory invaded:his hard cock thrusting inside me to the point of pained pleasure as hesnarledagainst my ear. I mumbled—Fae damned timidly, “If you want to punish me, I won’t fight it.”
“Mm. That I can agree with. Hammering an object into a misbehaving elf is highly entertaining.”
King Athon pressed his mouth down hard on my lips. His hand gripped the back of my head more firmly so I couldn’t escape—not that I wanted to. Not even after his, sure to be truthful, retort.
His heated lips caressed mine as he tilted his head, his tongue sneaking out to drag across my bottom lip. My possessive soul mate stepped between my legs, spreading them wider with his massive form.
He demanded against my mouth, “Touch me.”
That, I would do happily. I wanted to touch him all over.
Mayhap a little too greedily, I shoved my hands underneath his open vest, curling my fingers into his pectoral muscles, pressing against his brute hardness.
King Athon grunted in surprise, from what ended up being a hearty as Fairy shove, my fingernails digging into his skin to keep him close. His lips curved against mine as he, thankfully, leaned forward, more into my touch. He nipped playfully at my mouth, teasing with too much self-satisfaction in his voice, “Someone is eager.”
I looked up at his smug expression.
I sniffed…and couldn’t argue his point.
The King of Shifters chuckled, deeply and all male. “I won’t break, elf. Do as you wish.”
The hot, hard muscles under the pads of my fingers drew my attention. I shook my head for him to release my hair. “Free me then, shifter.”
The King of Shifters indulged my whims,slowlyletting go of my hair, all to remind me that he was the one in control in the bedchamber. His eyelashes lowered over his eyes, watching as I touched him, his warm breath panting down on top of my head.
My fingers explored his vast, rounded muscles, and my own breathing became labored. Desire had my legs clenching around his, my feet curling around his thighs to hold him close. The black fur vest greatly annoyed me, hindering my view as it did, so I swiftly stripped him of it, tossing it aside on the floor.
There. That wasmuchbetter. “Holy Fairy.”
How had I been so blind before?
King Athon’s lips tipped up at the edges, but he remained suspiciously silent, allowing me to do as I wished.
He was enormous, and it was…scrumptious?
I swallowed down my shocked thoughts and properly acquainted myself with my illegal soul mate’s body. I sniffed at the center of his chest, potent honeysuckle attacking my nostrils—that would still take some getting used to, most assuredly a scent from another kingdom—though it wasn’t as dreadful as when I’d first smelled it, the scent starting to grow on me.
My hands delved lower, dragging over the rolling hills of his abdominal muscles to his pants, the black leather as soft as churned butter under my fingers. I looked down at his strong legs, and curled my fingers into his thighs, holding his muscles brutally like I’d wanted to do all night.
I groaned under my breath and swiftly began untying the laces to his pants. Keeping my gaze down on my work, I grumbled, “These need to come off, shifter.”
