Page 14 of A Kiss From a Faerie King

“Wild,” she answers softly.

Taking a small sip, she moans at the sweet taste. Her cheeks color, and her whole body warms further. It becomes pliant in my lap, her eyes bright and glowing. I gently pluck the goblet from her hand. She fusses, but I merely shake my head.

“One sip, my blossom, is more than enough for you. Lest the sugarplum wine turn you into one of them.” I nod towards the glazed expressions of the humans littered around the clearing. “It will help you relax. Help you let go. Enjoy yourself, I’ll keep you safe.”

Her smile is brilliant, showing her perfect white teeth. Her expression is all innocence and sweetness. I thought there was no way she could be lovelier, but I was wrong. Laurelle, open and smiling on my lap, is a newfound pleasure. One that rakes its nails down my spine and makes the blood rush in my ears.

I want to devour her whole, but her growling stomach stops me. Plucking a piece of bread off the tray next to me, I bring it to her plump lips. She opens her mouth, her pink tongue inviting as she leans into my side. The softness of her breasts meets the muscles of my chest, and I growl.

Her cheeks color further as she chews and swallows. I feed her more, delighting in the pleasure of caring for her. I bring a few pieces of sugar-coated fruit to her mouth. She moans at the taste, a few sugar crystals collecting at the corner of her mouth. I catch them on my thumb and lick them off.

Laurelle’s eyes track the movement. One deep inhale tells me the delicious state her pussy is in. I want to drown in her sweet scent. Fighting the urge to sample the sugar straight from her mouth, I produce a small piece of hard cheese and feed it to her. Over and over again, I give her bits and pieces until she shakes her head.

“I can’t possibly eat another bite. I’ll burst,” she giggles.

Without her walls erected between us, she seems younger—more carefree. I can’t help but curl her even deeper against me. She doesn’t protest. In fact, one of her arms folds around my shoulders, absentmindedly playing with the strands of my hair.

“Are you feeling better? Was the wine too much?” I ask, needing to know how much that small sip is affecting her.

“I feel…wonderful.” Her smile is small and secretive. “This place is—I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Really? Your human lands don’t engage in orgies under the full moon?” I deadpan.

Laurelle chokes on her gasp before giggling. Her side vibrates against mine.

“No, definitely not.” She shakes her head, her curls brushing my shoulder. “If my family could see me now, I’m sure they’d drop dead from shock just from how I’m dressed.”

Laurelle shakes her head again, breaking out in another fit of giggles. The wine is definitely working. Her tongue is loosening, and I want to use it to my advantage. I’m greedy for any knowledge of her she’s willing to share.

“What were they like?” I swallow, unsure if I should ask the next question. “Do you miss them?”

“Miss them?” she laughs. “I—no, I can’t say that I do.”

“Why?” I ask.

Her eyes grow distant before she speaks again.

“My father was a wealthy man—very wealthy. The fact that he wasn’t born into nobility was always a point of contention with him—until recently—I guess that doesn’t matter now either.” Her fingers curl into one of my locks of hair. “I was merely a pawn to be used for his ambition, a servant to my father’s unfettered ego.”

“I don’t like the idea of you serving anyone but me,” I growl, my grip on her tightening.

Sadness dances in her beautiful eyes, shredding my stomach. I hold her tighter and run my hand through her hair. The silky locks slip through my fingers as they reform into perfect spirals.

“They mistreated you,” I say softly. Laurelle shrugs, and her eyes move to the debauched scene in front of us once more. Her breath hitches at the sight of those twisting and mashing glowing bodies.

“I had to keep myself hidden and demure in order to fit into their plans. Any inkling of desire was snuffed out and replaced with duty and modesty. My mother said it was the only befitting way for a lady to live. It was the only way I could be worthy of the smarmy prince they wished me to marry.”

My claws tighten in her hair. Hot and burning rage laces through me at the thought of another claiming her. Of having her and filling her with this shame she suffers from. Laurelle is a well of desire; I can see it in her eyes, and it begs me to set her free.

I will do it, and I will slay anyone who comes to take her from me.

“You were only meant for a king. Someone with the means to protect you and help guide you in your cravings. That weak mortal prince was never worthy of you. He wouldn’t have treated you like the jewel you are—not as I will.”

“Hmm,” she moans deep in her throat. “Presumptious are you? We barely know each other, yet you’ve declared I’m yours?”

My claws skim down her back and tangle in her waist.

“Make no mistake, my blossom. You were always mine. I would’ve found you. Our fates were always meant to intertwine.”

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