Page 86 of The Dark Fae Princess
So I’ve heard.
So, anyone who tries to pick up these weapons that isn’t me is incinerated on the spot. It means that I cannot be killed by my own sword. An all too common occurrence in these two lands and a dishonor that shames you for eternity. It’s a small consolation because being dead is way worse.
I shove them into the holster and turn to head out on foot to the barracks where all four men are now squashed into Jerrick’s small room, upon my insistence that they stick together.
But first, I want to see Midnight.
He is my War unicorn and a truly magnificent creature.
I slip into the stables and he comes to me immediately, nuzzling me as I stroke his nose. He is a pure black unicorn, a creature of the Dark Fae. Larger and more muscular than a regular unicorn, his black flanks ripple as I show him a deep affection that has grown rapidly since Gramps presented him to me a few days ago.
“Hey, beautiful,” I croon to him. “You ready for today?”
He grunts back at me. I don’t know if he understands, but I like to think he does.
“I’ll keep you safe out there,” I murmur. “I swear.”
He huffs at me and gives me a look that makes me laugh. Oh, he can understand me perfectly and he’s informing me with those glistening black eyes that it’s his job to protect me.
“We’ll protect each other, how’s that?”
He nuzzles me again and then goes on the offensive, shoving me behind him with his neck as he turns towards the door, but he stands down.
It’s only Trey.
He approaches with caution, hands slightly raised, but Midnight has already turned from him and is walking away in what appears to be an act of giving us some privacy.
“Hey,” he says and takes me in his arms, kissing me quickly yet deeply. “You sure you want to do this?”
I pull back sharply, giving him a menacing look.
He chuckles at me. “I’m only making one hundred percent sure,” he says. “If you have any doubts about going out there, you can tell me.”
“I don’t,” I grit out, but then soften. “Please don’t die,” I beg him, taking his face in my hands and rising up on the balls of my feet to kiss him.
“Back at you,” he whispers. “I don’t think I can live without you now, Savannah.”
“Same,” I whisper back and give him something I know he has been waiting to hear. “I love you.”
He closes his eyes briefly as my words wash over him and then he opens them, a wicked gleam shining as he slams me up against the barn wall, hands going into the front of my pants.
“No panties?” he asks, mock scandalized.
I giggle. “I knew you’d come. Didn’t want them getting in the way,” I joke.
He laughs gently and pulls my pants down around my ankles and undoes his own, drawing his cock out. He rubs it between my folds, over my clit in a small act of foreplay before he shoves it inside me.
I cry out. My swords are digging into me, but I don’t care. My legs are mostly closed, restricted by the pants and I can’t kick my boots off to get rid of them. The penetration from this angle feels amazing as he thrusts up high into me, bending his knees as I’m so much shorter than he is.
It is a quick, hard fuck. Something that I haven’t experienced before. I’ve only made love to the men this last week as we’ve had time to. This is different.
Urgent.
Full of need.
Desperate.
“I love you,” he pants. “Oh, fuck, how I adore you.”
