Page 11 of The Dark Fae Princess
“Err,” I stammer, having been completely side-wiped by this piece of news. “Which one?”
“Which one what?” he asks sharply.
“Which husband of my sister’s? She has three.” I wiggle three of my fingers at him and watch as his face goes puce in his disapproval. If I didn’t agree, I would’ve laughed. How Mother and Delinda find this choice ofnotchoosing a single mate acceptable is beyond my scope of reckoning. It also goes very strongly against the very traditional values of the Fae race as a whole.
“Uhm,” he says and shrugs, as uncomfortable as I am discussing this topic.
“Okay, well, that is very interesting news. Thank you for sharing,” I state formally to cover up the growing awkwardness.
“My pleasure,” he growls at me, knowing I practically forced it out of him. “About last night…”
“Hmm,” I murmur. “Yes, about that kiss…” I look him square in the eye and see the desire swimming in his that he tries to hide but is unsuccessful. I can’t help the feelings it invokes in me. He is an excellent kisser and in spite of his boorish behavior last night, I wouldn’t mind kissing him again now that I’m not so angry with him anymore. What that means, I have no idea. Idoknow that he is right in saying my family will disapprove heavily of a tryst between us. But that doesn’t mean that we can’t engage in a secret kiss now and again. I’m not promised to anyone yet. I may have feelings for Blayne that go beyond friendship, but we have never even kissed, let alone declared ourselves as mates.
These thoughts make my cheeks go hot, and Jerrick sees it as his eyes search my face intently.
“Did you like it, Princess?” he rasps, moving closer to me.
“Yes,” I breathe, reaching out and running my hands up his chest. It is solid and rippling with muscles. I want to see, but I can’t ask him that. What if he decides it’s tit for tat? Or in this case, my tits for his muscular chest?
“We can’t do this,” he whispers, drawing me closer anyway. “You are forbidden.”
“That does nothing to deter me.”
“It should,” he says in normal tones, pushing me away from him gently.
I don’t let him get too far away from me. His closeness is making my head spin in a delightful way and I don’t want it to end.
“Kiss me,” I challenge him, licking my lips.
He shakes his head. “I came here to talk about last night, to try and salvage our friendship, which I fear is in ruins.”
I pout at him. He’s right though. I’m being very bad, but I quite like the change of pace from being the buttoned up good girl. However, as I look at his sexy mouth and remember that kiss, I lose all reason. If he won’t do it, then I’m going to have to take matters into my own hands. I kick off my heels and lift my long dress up so that I can climb onto the chest at the bottom of my bed. He turns to face me with a curious look, which turns heated when I stick my finger in my mouth in a sexy manner, I hope anyway, and beckon him closer. He hesitates, looking at the door again, but slowly comes to me. As soon as he is within reach, I grab him by his shirt front and drag him closer.
I smile down at him.
Now I’m towering over him and it feels good. I run my hands into his thick black hair, scraping my sharp black-lacquered nails over his scalp, making him release a moan that makes my skin tingle.
I lean down and lick his lips, flicking my tongue out until he opens up with a sigh and lets me find his tongue with my own.
Then, all bets are off.
He wraps his arms around me tightly, lifting me up off the chest and turning to slam me into the wall next to the windows, pressing his hard body against mine as he ravages my mouth in a kiss that bruises my lips.
I give it back to him with just as much fervor, enjoying this immensely.
He lowers me so that my toes reach the floor now, allowing me to let go of his shoulders and run my hands up his chest on the inside of his shirt.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans into my mouth. “Don’t.” He grabs my wrists and pulls my hands away, shoving them out to the sides and then up against the wall as he leans into me, his tongue dueling with mine as his erection digs into me.
I gasp as I wiggle, but I’m held in place by his strong grip on me. I’m not afraid, though. If anything, I feel more alive than I ever have. He is holding me in place, taking his pleasure from my mouth as I do the same with his. It’s consensual and oh, so sensual. I feel my underwear go wet with my need.
I’m suddenly desperate for more. I want his hands and mouth all over me and I’m about to suggest just that, when there’s a soft knock at the door which signifies my father on the other side.
“Savvie?” he calls out.
“Fuck,” Jerrick mutters, letting me go and giving me a stricken look.
I reach out for him, knowing he’s about to bail, but it’s too late. He Puffports out, leaving me breathless and shaking with desire for him that is overwhelming me with its intensity.
