I was the King of Shifters, a tiger who does what he must.
Brutally. Savagely.Always.
“This is Fae fucking bullshit,” I spat.
I shook out my hands, sheathing my claws. I stomped back to my bed, my feet loud and abrasive on the stone floor. Ihissedas I lifted myself onto my bed, uncaring if I unsettled her.
I forcefully yanked the covers down, sliding beneath them, focusing on my own comfort. I muttered, “I hoped you liked my gift, as well.”
Princess Trixie reached behind her and shoved plenty of blanket between us, piling it high in an effort to keep space between our bodies.
She sniffed. “It is old.”
Bitch.
I snarled, “Shall I throw it over the balcony, then?”
“Do as you wish,” she stated primly.
Cunt.
A cruel smile lifted my lips. “I think I will.” I rolled onto my side and reached under the blankets, my hands clutching her hips. I gripped them tighter when she flinched at the touch and pulled her fragile, tiny body across the mattress—her back now flush with my chest. I draped my arm over her small waist, her entire frame still from shock. “May you have sweet dreams, my horrible soul mate.”
Princess Trixie drew in a deep breath, thenshoutedwith all her might—her body vibrating with it, “I hate the fucking Fae!”
I rested my cheek against the back of her head, chuckling softly against her ear. I whispered wickedly, “No more than I do.”
The elf’s shoulders heaved in fury, pulling the cover closer to her chest and stuffing part of it under her head for additional support. She muttered, “If you snore in my ear all night, I will cut off your nose.”
“I only snore when I am stressed,” I purred, tightening my arm around her body. I bit her earlobe—hard—her head jerking just so. With her flesh between my teeth, I rumbled, “So it is a good thing that I am nottense, elf.”
She whacked my forehead with the back of her hand. “Do not try me right now, shifter.Iwill not play nice.”
My nostrils flared. I didn’t release my hold on her.
“Fine! I will not cut off your Fae damned nose.” Princess Trixie nudged her head back, bumping mine. “Release me.”
I laughed gently, letting go of her ear.
Then I licked her neck, inhaling slowly against her skin, keeping my face against her vulnerable flesh, reminding her who she was speaking to.
My illegal soul mate sighed severely. “Where is Penelope when I need her?”
Right down the stairs.
I leaned my head back and rested my cheek on my pillow, smiling cruelly at the back of her head.
“Shifter?” she grumbled.
I grunted.
“It feels as if you are naked right now.”
“Yes, I normally sleep in the nude.” I softly yanked on her sweater. “You could remove this. I would not mind.”
“Oh my Fae,” Princess Trixie groaned under her breath.
I teased, “Is that a no?”
