Page 87 of The Dark Fae Princess
“Ah,” I cry out and feel the blood rush through my veins as I come around him, feeling him spurt his load into me at the same time.
“Sweet Jesus,” he rumbles and then withdraws from me to bend over and pull my pants back up. “Ride into battle with my cum dripping down those sweet thighs, baby girl. I’ll see you on the other side.”
And then he’s gone. Leaving me and Midnight alone to, indeed, ride into battle. Day has broken and it’s time.
* * *
Midnight and I join Gramps at the gates to the palace. I gulp as I see the entire Dark Fae Army assembled and take in the enormity. I’ve been very sheltered since I came to live here and confined mostly to the palace, I know that, but I’m staggered by the size of Gramps’s army. Soon to be mine. Thousands upon thousands about covers it.
Gramps gives me a grim look. “You sure about this?” he asks.
“Yes,” I reply, chin raised, hoping he can’t see, or sense the sheer terror that has suddenly kicked in. This has just gotten real.
Really real.
I spot Jerrick, Trey and Theo hovering close by and Rook is flying overhead, making an absolute racket in his anger at being left out.
“Shush,” I murmur and somehow, he must hear me, and he quietens down a fraction.
Gramps looks up at him with such a filthy glare, I shudder. He isnothappy about this development in the slightest. We had to come clean, we had no choice as the battle tactic is very clear. Raize needs to be within ten feet of me for me to use him to amplify my own power into the swords. No way Gramps wouldn’t notice this and question it, even in the heat of battle.
Jerrick, Trey and Theo will be at the points of a triangle with me in the middle, also no more than ten feet away at all times. If one of them falls, it’s up to the others to cover their area, and if only one is left, he is to flank me to my right, my weaker side and if he goes, Raize has strict orders not to Shift to save me. I need him more as a raven than as a desperate male trying to save his woman.
Not my words.
Jerrick’s.
He doesn’t mince them and while I usually appreciate straight talk,thatmade the tears seep down my cheeks and for me to make slow love to each of them one by one so that I could give them all my full attention.
“This isn’t goodbye,” Jerrick had murmured to me last night.
But I couldn’t help thinking that maybe it was.
Just in case.
Gramps nods once at me and then turns on his War unicorn to address Jerrick. I sidle Midnight closer, wanting to hear what Gramps has to say to him.
“Anders is fair game, but if you see Ambrosia anywhere, assign a man now to get her. I doubt she will show her face here, but if she does…” He trails off, trying not to show how utterly distraught he is that his own daughter betrayed him andmarriedAnders to defy him.
I still can’t believe it either. It’s disgusting, but so totally her. I’m sure they are well-suited to each other, but I wish they’d leave me out of it. Theo informed us all about what he’d overheard, and it made me sick to my stomach.
Jerrick gives him a quick bob of his head and turns to issue the orders to one of his men, and then we all turn as one to troop off to the border of the two lands. Gramps is up front, leading the way, but I’m stuck in the middle of these throngs of men. Some on foot, some also on War unicorns. All heavily armed and in good cheer to be heading off to kill some Light Fae, no fear anywhere in sight, except the stench of my own.
It pisses me off. If they aren’t scared, then why am I?
The thunder rumbles overhead and the rain starts to drizzle, dampening my hair almost instantly.
I delve into the pocket of my pants for my black leather fingerless gloves. I slip them on, gripping Midnight tighter with my thighs. He shakes out his mane and grunts, catching Theo’s attention. He gives him a brief, yet lingering look before he averts his eyes up to mine.
He gives me a grin and a wink and then unleashes the Vampire.
He is probably desperate to head into the slaughter and slake his thirst for blood. I feel a small smidgen of guilt that I didn’t let him feed from me last night. He must be starving, but if he is, it doesn’t seem to be impairing him in any way. He is strong, confident and ready for battle.
I wipe the rain out of my eyes and stop thinking.
Now is the time to act.
I have two goals.
