Page 25 of The Dark Fae Princess
I breathe out in relief and walk even quicker to reach my destination.
The guard on duty gives me a cursory glance but must recognize me and lets me pass without incident. I don’t know whether to be scared by that prospect or not.
Once inside, I’m glad to find the lights have been dimmed in here as well. But I still don’t know where to go.
I stand there for a few seconds like a spare part, when I spot a servant girl rushing through the foyer.
“Wait,” I call out quietly.
She looks at me but says nothing.
“Trey?” I ask.
She bobs her head and without a word heads to the stairs. I suppose I’m to follow her, so I do.
She leads me to a room on the second floor and then scampers off.
“Thanks,” I whisper loudly to her and then face the door.
I knock gently and then the blood freezes in my veins.
What if he isn’t in there alone?
I’m about to forget this whole thing and do a runner when the door opens and Trey glares out, rubbing his hair so that it stands up making him look so adorable, my mouth starts to water. Especially as he is bare-chested and clad only in a pair of loose pj bottoms. I take in his six-pack with wide eyes which then find his as he raises an eyebrow at me with that smirk in place.
“Princess,” he mumbles. “What are you doing here?”
“Can I come in?” I ask boldly.
I’d rather conduct this conversation in there than out here where Anders might see me.
He frowns at me but doesn’t move. In fact, he seems to close the door more, standing in my way and blocking off my view into his room.
My mouth goes dry.
“Oh,” I say flatly. “I apologize, I didn’t realize you weren’t alone.”
I turn to run as far and as fast as I can, but he grips my arm to stop me.
“I’m alone,” he says. “But are you sure you want to risk coming in here? Folks might think it’s inappropriate.”
“I’ll take my chances,” I say with a smile.
He pulls me inside and closes the door, pressing me up against it with his hard body as he lets go of my arm.
“Wrong choice,” he mutters huskily, dropping his mouth to mine and claiming me with a wildly passionate kiss that leaves me panting.
I run my hands up his chest and over his nipples as he devours my mouth, then clasping them behind his neck to keep him as close to me as possible.
He drops his hands to my backside, but then he starts to pull my dress up, bunching it up as his palms make contact with my thighs, causing me to tremble in his arms.
“No,” I say, pulling my mouth away from his.
“Yes,” he says, opening my legs up further by shoving his knee in between them.
“Trey, wait,” I say, pushing on his chest. I don’t want this. Not this way. Not until I know he cares about me.
He gives me a questioning look, his mouth inches from mine. “Are you teasing me, Princess?”
