Page 18 of The Dark Fae Princess
Then he takes my chin lightly in his hand. “You have captivated me, Savannah, Princess of the Dark Fae. I want to know more.”
“Thank you for rescuing me,” I say, lowering my eyes.
“Saving the Damsel in distress is not my usual gig, but for you…anything.”
Then he’s gone.
I smile to myself and take a deep breath.
This evening has turned out a lot differently than how I expected it to. But now I need to go and find Jerrick. Why didn’t he show up to protect me? Why did I have to be rescued by Trey?
I grimace as I realize that I should’ve been able to save myself. But I’m self-aware enough to know that I’m a little fish in a big pond. Age and experience means something in the magick world and I just don’t have enough of either to take on a Fae King.
As I leave the bathroom, I see Jerrick fighting his way out of about six Light Fae Guards that are trying desperately to detain him, but he is like a rabid dog. He sees me and nothing, not even three of the guards holding him back by clinging to his neck and arms, stops him from reaching me.
“Are you okay?” he asks instantly.
I nod and then he growls and kicks two of the guards off, and once his arms are free, he grabs the third by the throat and squeezes until he chokes. Then he flings him to the floor, scoops me up in his arms and carries me out of the palace as I giggle at him and enjoy his arms that are as thick as my legs, wrapped around me.
“I’m fine,” I tell him as he leaves the palace grounds, but he refuses to put me down. I should tell him about Trey rescuing me, but that will make him feel bad that he wasn’t there to protect me and that I had to rely on someone else.
“That poor excuse for a King has a lot to answer for. Your grandfather will be hearing about this,” he grouses.
“You can put me down now.”
“No,” he says and stalks off, his mood grim.
“You fought off six of them to get to me?” I ask after a minute.
“Twelve,” he grits out.
I splutter on that. “Tw-twelve? What did you do to them?”
“Kicked their asses. Anders could’ve sent fifty, and I still would’ve fought to my dying breath to get to you.”
I smile and snuggle into him.
He kisses the top of my head quickly and then puts me on my feet, creating a distance between us that annoys me.
As we amble on in silence, I start to think about how I came to kiss two different men in the same day. It is as far from myself as I could possibly get. But now I understand a bit better why my mother and sister have decided to buck tradition and not choose just one man to be with. If someone said to me right now that I had to choose between Jerrick and Trey, I couldn’t. It would be an impossible decision.
I sigh as I realize that for all my moral outbursts over the years, I’m an apple that hasn’t fallen all that far from my mother’s tree. And you know what? Fuck it. I don’t care.
How I will explain any of this to my father and grandfather is something that I will have to wait to do. I need to be sure of all of this before I utter a word to anyone.
All I know right now is that even after that amazing kiss with Trey that has left my body on fire with need, I want Jerrick to kiss me, touch me, take me against a tree and…
I gulp.
I want to have sex.
My underwear is so damp with desire; my clit is twitching with unfulfilled need.
I look at Jerrick, grim-faced and stoic and realize that he won’t do it. He won’t take my virginity even if I beg him to. He will see it as blasphemous.
That leaves Trey. I suspect that he will be more amenable, even after I tell him I’m a virgin. I will have to bide my time with him as I don’t know him that well yet. I will need to make sure that he cares about me and that what we felt in the bathroom was real and not just a one-off, passionate, heat of the moment exchange.
But before then, I need Jerrick close to me.
