Page 41 of The Dark Fae Princess
She smiles softly at me, but with a deep sadness in her eyes. She knows that denying me will likely kill me, but I will do anything she asks without question. I need her to trust me, and when she does, perhaps then she will reconsider.
“Be ready to leave in the morning,” she says and then she’s gone, Puffported out, leaving me feeling empty without her.
17
Savannah
Iland back in my room feeling as light as I ever have. The weight that I never knew was bearing down me has lifted and the heaviness around my heart is gone. I’ve admitted out loud that I have feelings for more than one man, and it feels good. Liberating. I see now why Delinda and Mother were so unapologetic about their choices. Why should they be? Why should I?
Theo was so accepting about everything that I told him. The downside is still something that I’m not sure I will ever get past because I’m not sure I can ever truly trust him.
I knew he wanted to bite me the second we kissed. My empathic abilities are alive and working on occasion when I’m around these men that I feel connected to in some way.
I know I can trust him to keep my secret, I know thatbasictrust isn’t an issue. But to lie next to him, asleep and know that he won’t bite me? No, that will plague me until somehow, he can prove that his instincts can be curbed, and I don’t need to be afraid he will violate me. I sigh as this is a big issue. Huge. I’m not sure it’s something that we can get past, but I have to try because when he looks at me, when I look back at him, there’s something there. Something deep. Something worth trying to fight for. Admitting that my infatuation with Blayne was purely that, has lifted the fog that had fallen over me, forcing me to see what is right in front of me. I’m happy with my decision and I’m happy giving Theo and me the chance to be together.
The only thing that is still marring my decision is the fact that I’m a virgin. I’ve always been so sure that my husband would be the one to take it, but now I feel like it is holding me back. I want to be with these three very different men that I suddenly find myself involved with, but I don’t know how.
It’s time to change that.
It’s time for Jerrick to show me.
With that decision made, I stride over to the bedroom door and yank it open, knowing instinctively that he’s lurking on the other side. I can feel his presence. It’s weird. Ever since I drew on his strength to beat the anger, I feel like he is a part of me. It makes me happy and I know that I’m making the right choice when I smile at him and beckon him closer.
He gives me that fierce frown that makes me want to kiss him, and I laugh gently.
“It’s time,” I whisper to him, grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him into my bedroom. I shove him up against the wall and kick the door closed.
“Princess…” he starts, but I hold my hand up to shush him.
I know he’s going to go into a million reasons why he thinks we shouldn’t do this, but I’m not interested. I can’t get pregnant. My mother placed a curse on me before I went to the Fae Kingdoms. She thinks I don’t know, but I do. I don’t want a child yet, so it doesn’t bother me. For now. In fact, it’s proving useful. So, I slowly lower the zipper on my dress and let it slide off my body and pool at my feet, baring my naked tits and black lacy panties. I’ve never been so exposed, so vulnerable in front of a man before. I hold my breath as his heated gaze drops to take in my body.
His protestation stops and he licks his lips. His purple eyes rove over my body in a hungry way that makes me shiver.
He stalks over to me, closing the space between us quickly. He looks down at me from his much greater height and fists his hand into my hair as he brushes his lips over mine.
Then, to my surprise, he drops to his knees in front of me, his eyes closed.
“Princess,” he says gruffly, his hands on my hips.
“Call me Savvie,” I whisper to him, running my hands into his hair and scraping my nails over his scalp.
He moans softly, his breath warm on my cold skin. The ice that ran through my veins when I created the storm has settled over me.
“You’re cold,” he murmurs. His fingers hook into the side of panties.
“Warm me up,” I whisper back.
“Oh, Savvie,” he says, sighing and then planting a light kiss over my belly button. “You are spectacular.”
“As pretty as you imagined?” I ask, hearing the need for validation in my voice, but hoping that he doesn’t.
He does.
He laughs quietly. “Pretty? Oh no, Savvie. You are a goddess, and even my wildest fantasies of you don’t live up to the real thing.”
My heart thumps at his words. I could get used to hearing him say things like that to me.
“Tell me your fantasy,” I murmur.
