I needed to cut that off before it began.
I lifted one eyebrow, purring, “While it is unfortunate that my guards were caught, you well know the flower is safer with me.”
Princess Trixie snorted and crossed her arms. “The bloody flower is mine. It was gifted to me. And that is where it shall stay until I decide what to do with it.” Her emerald eyes traveled down to my midsection, where her regard stayed. Her lips quirked up on one side while she examined my stomach. “Just as the seed stayed with you. Through all of your deceptions the last time I was here, you did tell the truth about certain things. I certainly will not be able to find the seed, no matter how hard I snoop.”
Instantly, I stood up straight. “What have you uncovered that I don’t know about?”
“May I bite you?” She lifted an irritated eyebrow.
My teeth ground together. “No.”
“Precisely so. I will not be telling you what I know.” She rested her left shoulder against the doorframe. “You wanted to have a child outside Fae laws—preferably with someone of your own kind. If you think for even a moment I’m handing over that flower, you are out of your Fae damned mind. Your kingdom will not be the only one that is saved.” She waved a hand at my body, the sweater swaying in the air. “And you know your dick is mine now. How in the Fairy do you still expect to mate without it? Because Iknowyou do. Your underhanded actions tonight do not say otherwise.”
The elf heir was showing her backbone.
It was not particularly welcome right now.
I rubbed my hands over my face swiftly, knowing she would not like the hard answer. I dropped my hands and stared brutally into her eyes, explaining harshly—truthfully, “I plan to invite another woman to our bed.Merelyfor the purpose of procreation. Once I’m ready to cum, I will pull out of you and cum into her.”
Her emerald elven eyes didn’t blink.
Not one word fell from her red lips.
I lifted my eyebrows, my tiger fangs appearing without my permission. Igrowled. “It will not be for pleasure, elf.”
My fucking soul mate inhaled heavily once, and turned around, walking away from me with her back perfectly straight.
I charged out of the bathroom, following in her silent wake. I stood in the middle of my bedchamber, watching closely as she climbed back into my bed using the stool I had purchased for her. The elf pulled the covers over herself this time, rolling and turning her back to me.
I waited a full minute in the strained hush.
But she still did not say anything.
“What else did you expect?” I snarled, leaning forward in my wrath. “It is only thefirstbornwho can have the royal power. How else do you think I can confidently obtain an heir for my people?”
“I do not know yet. There is still much I need to learn,” she murmured, unmoving on my bed—but her quiet tone was made of steel. “You can take your plan and shove it straight up your ass, shifter. That will not be happening, and I will not hear you say those words again.”
I rocked back on my heels, glaring at the back of her head.
She pulled the blanket up higher on her shoulder. “I hope you liked your birthday gift, asshole.”
Like a punch to my nose, my head whipped back at her soft words. Igrowledand stomped past my fireplace, ignoring the baubles she had brought with her that sat on the mantle. I snatched my traveling bag off the ground and stormed into my closet, muttering curses the entire time. I disregarded her clothing that now lined a portion of my wardrobe, and dropped my bag, stripping down bare. I tossed my dirty clothes into a hamper, wanting to tear them apart.
I huffed out a breath and stopped for a moment, attempting to regain some composure in my ire.
My nose crinkled in irritation…
I looked inside my Fae-spark for her emotions.
Fury.
Possessiveness.
Confusion.
Hurt…
My claws sliced out. What elsehadshe expected?
