Page 70 of Dark Fae's Desires
“I know what you’re thinking,” I interrupt him. “But it isn’t fair to the other men. I don’t care about the heir. We will get there in our own time.” I give him a reassuring smile, hoping he doesn’t ask too many questions about why I don’t care anymore.
“What about Ambrosia’s claim?” he asks with a frown. “Doesn’t that concern you?”
“No,” I say. “She is a silly whore and that child could be anybody’s. It will take her a long time to convince any one of anything.”
“Ooo-kaaay,” he says slowly, not believing a word of it, but not asking me any more questions. “If you are not concerned, then neither am I. However, I do want to marry you at your earliest possible convenience.”
I giggle and pull him to me for a kiss as we stop at the stairs. I push my tongue through his lips and against his. He tastes of mint and heaven.
“Three days,” I say to him, pulling away slightly but keeping my lips close to his.
“That’s oddly specific,” he says, giving me a suspicious look, tinged with amusement.
“Come, I’ll fill you all in,” I say and Puffport us back to my bedroom to fill everyone in on my Coronation plans and wedding to Trey.
Later that evening, I change into something more comfortable and head off to find an empty room in the Palace to meditate. I bring my wand with me, of course, having now procured the thigh holster for it at Jerrick’s vehement insistence to the leather smith to get it done earlier today. I push open the door to a room I know no one uses as it has nothing in it at all. It’s been completely gutted, burned I think by the looks of it, a long time ago.
I sit in the middle of the floor and cross my legs before I pull out the wand and stare at her. I’ve come to think of it asher. I saw the glow when Rath’Na touched it. There is life in this thing, even if I’m still not one hundred percent convinced it is my ancestor, the goddess of the Fae and the Earth.
“Glow, go on, I dare you,” I mutter. “Show me that you’re in there.I’mthe one you need to show yourself to, not him.”
Nothing.
Bitch.
Huffing, I close my eyes, holding the wand out in front of me, gripped in both of my hands as I relax and let the peace and quiet wash over me. I let my mind go blank and allow my power to settle. I don’t know what I’m hoping will happen, just something to make me believe. It hits me in that moment that Iwantto believe everything that Rath’Na has told me. I want to be the one the goddess has waited all of this time to choose. But there is something holding me back from the belief that it’s true.
Suddenly, I feel the wand go warm and I open my eyes to see her glowing happily, flickering her lights and I grimace at it. I look towards the door to see Rath’Na standing there with a way too sexy smirk on his face.
“You sure you didn’t bang?” I ask nastily. “She sure lights up when she sees you.”
He laughs at my, uh-huh,jealousy. I am jealous. I can’t help it, and I don’t care.
“BybangI’m going assume you mean join bodies?” he asks, leaning on his god-staff as his eyes rove over me in my tight black vest top and yoga pants.
“I do,” I say tightly.
“Then, no, we did notbang.” He laughs again.
It’s a nice sound. A proper rumbling laugh. Too bad I get the impression he is laughingat me.“I think she might have fancied me,” he continues with a glint in his eyes. “I mean, come on, look at me.” He gestures to himself and, yep, I look at him all right. He is spectacular. His body is carved out with muscles rippling under his tight black t-shirt, that he got from who the hell knows where along with his black jeans. He looks like he took clothing advice from Trey.
“Mm-hm,” I murmur, feeling my cheeks go a bit warm. “Look at you.”
“Like what you see?” he murmurs, coming closer.
“Do you?” I retort, standing up.
“You are a goddess,” he murmurs, the amusement dancing in his eyes.
“Funny,” I choke out, breaking the heat between us by stepping back and turning around to catch my breath. “Very funny, Dragon god.”
“Why haven’t you told your other men about you?” he asks after a beat.
“None of your business.”
He is in front of me in an instant with his eyes boring into mine. I stumble back from the suddenness of his appearance. He catches me by my upper arms, his god-staffhovering in mid-air as he lets it go. Still clutched in my hand, my wand zooms up to it glowing like a fucking beacon. It’s only then that I get it. She isn’t lighting up athim, but at his god-staff.
“Oh,” I breathe out, letting it go. “They’re made from the same…”
