Page 218 of The Fallen Fae King

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I barely hold back the smirk, however, thinking of Elatha’s crown.

I shutter my expression. “Not yet.”

Lanlin’s eyes glow in the dark; they’re red-rimmed. He takes a deeper breath of my neck.

I shiver, before I steel myself and deliberately turn my head more to the side, baring my neck.

It’s a hard thing for an Alpha to do for another Alpha. But I’ve missed Lanlin feeding from me.

This thing between us…?

It’s an obsession. An addiction.

I thought that I was the one catching Lanlin in my web, but I didn’t realize that I would be just as entangled. I have been shaking as much from withdrawal from his bite, as much as I have from the iron poisoning.

He is in my blood and soul and has been from the moment that we bonded.

I am his King, and he is mine.

I wish that Aurelius could bloody see that I am his too. But that is too much to expect in this life, right?

I don’t have long before I die, and I won’t wish for things that hurt too much.

Aurelius doesn’t respect me. We share an Omega, and my place in his nest is as her Alpha.

Aurelius has made me an Emperor, but that’s because Freya would have his balls if he didn’t.

We all love Freya, and she holds the three of us together.

She is the spark that has set our hearts and empire on fire.

Does she know how much power she holds over us? That everything each of us has done for years has been for her.

Well, most of it…

Lanlin’s fast, hot breaths gust against my throat. He holds himself back with extreme self-control, however, when I know he is starving.

I swallow. My mouth is dry.

I make him wait a moment longer just to test his loyalty and my power over him as his Blood Lover.

He snakes his tongue out to lick me, growling.

I smile, reaching to grasp him by his long hair. “You have my permission. Drink, my King.”

Instantly, Lanlin’s fangs sink savagely into my throat.

I groan. My eyelashes flutter.

He has never drunk this ferally from me before.

I don’t struggle, despite the danger.

I love the thrill, even as I become lightheaded.

I am floating.

He sucks at my throat, and I let myself relax.