Page 104 of Wrath of the Fae

He doesn’t know it’s me. This is him kissing my sister.

‘Well, look at that,’ the King scoffs. ‘He may be a man after all. How about you prove to us all, right here and now, how much of a man you really are.’

My kiss slows, and that inner rage turns lethal. I feel it, like a monster awakening beneath my skin. Hot. Unrelenting and hungry.

Cyrus opens his eyes and searches mine. His hands clamp down on my hips in response to me about to say something.

‘Perhaps Cyrus will allow us an early show? A disrobing ceremony, just for us.’ The King downs his wine, but I see that hateful look he tries to hide behind a smug smirk. ‘You like to share your women, right, Cyrus? How about you and I take her at the same time.’

Cyrus’s fingers dig in, and even if I wanted to launch myself at The King, I couldn’t. I’m held fast and firm. Cyrus never looks away from me, not even as he speaks to The King.

‘As I have said before. My wife and I are happily married. Just because I don’t pull my cock out and force her to work me in front of sycophants and limp dicked morons doesn’t mean I don’t regularly fuck her brains out.’

He moves his gaze over my shoulder to The King, and I see that smirk I know so well. That dark grin that hitches in the corner of his mouth. I see that spark of mischief and danger in his eyes as he slightly shifts me in his lap, pulling me closer to his now erect cock.

‘If that’s all,My King, I’d like to return to my wife.’

Cyrus rests his hand on my cheek and guides me to his expectant mouth. His lips are on mine once more, moving slow and steady. Even as his tongue caresses mine, he never looks away from that piece of shit.

I feel Cyrus between my legs. His excitement as he sinks into our kiss digs into me, and I know it’s made harder by the fact he’s pissed off The King. He even lets out a moan, letting him know just how much he is enjoying me. He smiles as we kiss, winning some game the two are playing.

Footsteps fade around us as their interest fades.

I look down at him, our breath mingling and lips touching. And fuck… this hurts beyond measure. Feeling him excited for Rhea. Feeling his passion for her.

‘What the fuck are you doing here, Princess?’ he whispers into my mouth. ‘I told you to stay away.’

‘You knew it was me?’

‘Why are you here?’ he growls, gripping my waist harder. ‘I told you-’

‘You should know by now that I never do as I’m told.’ My eyes narrow on him. ‘How did you know it was me?’

‘I caught your scent.’

‘My what?’

His eyes shift, and his focus drifts over my shoulder. As it does, his entire body stiffens.

‘Stay exactly where you are.’

I turn.

El stands in the doorway. Her head held high, and a stern look of superiority and distaste on her face as she looks about the crowd. The Lords, Ladies and soldiers step back.

But not for her.

For the bloodied man at her side dressed in First Kingdom robes.

For Reid.

His sword drips red from the sheath at his hip. In one hand is the head of some unholy beast. A snake's head, it looks like, but with black spikes, pointed ears and ten times the size of any snake I have ever seen. In his other hand, he has three Fae heads.

All men, their mouths open and eyes wide.

Reid has a long cut down his face and what looks like burns on his neck.

He doesn’t look at us, but goes to his father.

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