Page 15 of A Kiss From a Faerie King

Biting her lip, Laurelle’s hands explore me. Her speech is clear, and her eyes are bright, telling me the wine has eradicated her apprehension. She’s in control of herself and her thoughts. While she may not be drunk by typical human standards, the effects of the wine should not be understated.

However, I see the real her as she sits in my lap—the one I will endeavor to ensure never hides herself in shame. It will be my pleasure to awaken this side of her when the wine is not calling it forth.

My hand skims up her exposed leg, and she shivers. Her fingers trail over my collarbone as I match her breathy moan with one of my own. Her cheeks flush as she explores my jawbone. Warm fingers drag down my throat, then double back to smooth over my cheeks. I want to haul her against me, to meet my mouth with hers and devour her whole. Yet, I hold back and allow her to explore me on her own terms.

When her curious fingers brush against the base of my crown, my groan is ripped from me. Laurelle bites her red lip but doesn’t stop. I revel in the comfort she’s feeling in touching me. My leaves shift through her hands, the sensation sending a pleasant tingle down my spine. They are a part of me, and as such, they delight in her attention.

“Does it hurt?” my blossom asks, eyes wide as she combs through the foliage on my head once more.

A breath puffs from her full lips in surprise as my crown transforms in her grasp. I don’t need to see it to know what it looks like now. Instead of two strong branches, it has become smaller, merely a dusting of fragile twigs and a few leaves woven together. It’s lighter in this form, but its significance is still great.

“I was born with it. It will always be a part of me until all of this is nothing but dust and dirt.”

She wrinkles her nose slightly before saying, “That sounds like a big responsibility. Did you not have a choice?”

My claws snag around her waist, pulling her in closer and inhaling more of her floral scent. Her bare leg brushes my raging cock, but she says nothing, even as her cheeks fill with more color. My chest feels tight, but when she doesn’t move away from my hardness, I let go of a deep sigh.

“The Great Oakchose me as its protector. It made me out of its magic. The same magic that made everything around us. It was what I was born to do—what I will always do until the end of time.”

Her eyes go round, and her teeth sink into her lower lip. My free hand cups her cheek, and I pull her chin down with my thumb until her mouth opens slightly. How easy it would be to kiss her—how sweet would she taste?

I shake myself.

“What were you born to do, my blossom?”

She tries to shrug, the movement only causing more of her soft hair to brush my chest.

“I don’t know,” she admits. “To secure a higher social standing for my father? That’s all my parents intended for any of their children, but as far as what I wanted for myself…I don’t know. I had to let go of my desires—my goals and ambition—a long time ago.”

My hand tightens on her cheek at her obvious mistreatment. I will enact revenge on those who put these doubts inside her beautiful head. Those monsters taught her to be timid when she is a wildfire. She is the sun—meant to burn brightly and to be adored by the masses.

And none will be more adoring than me.

“You were born to be here, Laurelle,” I say softly, even as doubt begins to creep into her irises. Before she can shift away from me, I continue, “Let me prove it to you. If only for tonight, give yourself over to this place. Dance, eat, run—let yourself revel in what we have to offer.”

Her brown eyes blaze with longing before cooling in an instant. My lips twist as her shoulders curl in on herself.

“I’m not sure. I mean?—”

My hand frames her jaw.

“You are mine now. Remember that. No one will touch you but me. Ever.”

I snarl the last word as she lets out a whimper. A part of me panics, thinking I’ve scared her, but then I smell it. Her floral scent is deep and inviting—begging me to sink to my knees and throw her legs over my shoulder. To feast between her thighs, right here on my throne, so everyone gathered knows she is mine, and she is their queen.

In time, I shall do just that. For now, I gently help her to her feet and groan at the feeling of her pert nipples brushing against my chest. Standing, she barely reaches the center of my chest. Taking her arms gently, I turn her towards the party around us.

Bodies of all shapes and sizes work together in a symphony of erotic sounds. Sprites and humans twirl and dance while spilling sweet wine into their mouths. The night has only just begun, and it’s time for my sweet blossom to enjoy it.

“Go,” I say.

She hesitates for a second before nodding. Her feet seem stuck next to me, so I shift my hand lower and swat her gently on the supple mound of her ass. She squeals before her bright eyes find mine. The look of scandal on her face is adorable. Her lips twist into a smile as she shakes her head.

“Enjoy yourself, Laurelle. I’ll be watching, so be a good girl, but have fun.”

With a deep breath, Laurelle throws one more smile my way before walking into the fray. I watch her dark curls disappear into the crowd. My claws scratch at my chest as she gets further away. This space between us is necessary. I want her to be comfortable here, and she needs to see what all is on offer in my realm.

Secure in the knowledge that she’ll be back in my arms before the night is done, I sit back on my throne and watch my little blossom bloom into the wildflower she was born to be.

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